A Flame in the Dark [Closed RP]

10:00PM / Engstland, Awekia

Standing in the middle of a tight backstreet, the tall greaser stared through his backseat window. Glaring at the unconscious woman, who lied on the brink of death, Blaze held a dark brown bottle in his hand and a cig at his heated lips. Wind blowing through his slicked up pompadour, his loose locks of hair topped the head as it his eyes pierced at the body. Young and frail, the girl looked to be in her mid-twenties. A tourist of the country, she slept with a pair of fang marks on her. As he held her license, flickering between the pages, he waited for his second half. Inside on of the small houses that made up the shadowy alleyway, the woman was searching for information. As Blaze felt the chilling night’s fog curling up his spine, his black dog lied by his side. Listening to the howls that filled the night, the man stared at the dew covered metal of his muscle car.

Suddenly, an old door opened and released the pale woman onto the cobblestone street. “So, wah’d she say, ey?”, the man asked, in his Caribbean accent. Looking upon the pigtailed one, pierced by her eerily yellow eyes, she wagged her head in a disappointed manner. “…she doesn’t know…..it’s a vampire bite. But, not a normal…..whatever did this must have placed a spell over the girl…”, Harley muttered into the frosty night, as she hopped onto the heated hood of the running vehicle. “Wah should we do?...we can’ta tek che ti ah hospital…”, he stepped to the side of the car, as the running engine created a warming steam in the air of the conversation. Knowing that the Drawing a deep expression from his lady, the woman stared into the sky before answering. “…think we could go to the Jest?...they might know something…”, she softly wondered, as her body thawed out of the hot machine, as Blaze lowered his head. “Nah, if Madam Vu couldn’t help, I doubt the Jest would be much different…”, he stated with a bit of frustration, as he flipped through the wallet again, before halting at the sound of a passing patrol car. With blaring sirens, the quick appearance and disappearance of the lights drove a tingle down the pair’s back. “Com’on, we should getta out o’ har…”, he breathed before whistling for his dog to get back into the car. Though afterwards, he was halted by the sound of a car pulling into the back alley.

Black and small, the old police patrol car stopped behind Ed’s muscle car, blaring it lights ahead at the two figure. Clouding their eyes with blinding light, the car’s doors opened to the night and a tall man stepped out. Dressed in an officer’s uniform, the man stood in a frosted state. Walking up to the two youngsters, he was pale and sunken to the bone, with blackened eyes and wilted hair. Appearing to be ill, he positioned himself before the two and stared into their vehicle. “…can mi help tu, officer?”, the greaser asked, as he and Harley looked on in near disgust. Without answering, the thin-framed figure gazed at them with a face of blank darkness. Breathing heavy, his eyes were filled with blackness, as his mouth opened. He rushingly pounced at the two, as the leather covered lad pushed his lady out of the way. The bobby landed on Blaze’s front, immediately clawing at his chest and trying to bite him. Using great strength, the crow-nosed officer gripped at the greaser with intensity. However, flushed with empowering adrenaline, Ed shoved the being off of him, before quickly drawing his handgun.

A cannon-like revolver, it’s quarter-sized barrel stared into the horrid mug of the blue clothed bobby. Illuminating the dimly lit alley with a flashing flame of mystic fire, the blast filled the air with the smell of smoke and ash. Digging into the purplish patrolman, the thick bullet knocked the being to the floor, as blood gushed about. As the gunman recollected himself, he assisted Harley’s started recollection. “What the hell was that?”, as questioned, as he walked closer to it. Gripping his revolver, he looked down on the bloody body. “Mi don’t know…..but, his blood‘s black…”, he kneeled down to see the black substance that leaked from the creature, which quickly began to rot before them. Bringing a chilling sense of thought to them both, Harley wondered, “…¿Crees que tiene algo que ver con la chica?”. Noticing the glare from Blaze, she knew she was onto something. "Wi need ti get outta har, seen?", the rebelious lad observed the scene for any other officers, as Harley quickly roamed through the suit of the patrolman. "Let mi see Lo que el hombre tiene sobre él", she hurred from er lips, as she dug through hi pockets. Finding his wallet and a pack gum, she hopped up to her peppy feet. While her male counterpart continued eyeing the street, with no sign of backup, he looked to her, "alright che...let's getta on, ye kno...".

(@dr_halloween)

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@superstay:

Backstreets and alley ways, they always seemed to hold an allure for murders. It is why Joseph Grey always investigated them first during his patrols. It was a nightly routine for the raven haired man, but this night was way different. The Dust God, the old god who named him its avatar contacted him directly, a rare "treat" if you will.

"Go out now, find the new filth that roams the street!" the emaciated bird man ordered. Now Joseph, the Ghost Bird was here, investigating an attack on a poor lady below his perch. One figure stood with the body, a greaser of sorts. Near him a black dog and a car that would make Joseph's old self drool.

Ghost Bird did not fear detection yet, his garb, body armor, long cape, and mask were a dark grey in color. The only thing that would get him noticed was the red lights in his plague doctor mask, if he chose to turn them on.

His eye sight cut through the dark, allowing a near perfect view of the scene. A woman, pale in color came from a nearby door. The two talked but unfortunately, his ears were not as good as his eyes. However, he did hear an accent, Caribbean? The two got into the car and Ghost Bird readied himself to pursue, but stopped when a police car pulled up.

Watching from above, a scene from a horror-action flick played out. The officer lunged at the greaser like a wild animal, tearing and clawing. Then is end abruptly as the greaser pushed his foe away and gunned him down with a handcannon. The alley flashed with unknown fire and the officer was dead.

A few seconds later the greaser, girl, and dog drove off. Ghost Bird wanted to stay, find the spirits of the recently deceased, and question them, but the priority now was to follow the car. Sticking to the roof, the bird with an undertaker's hat followed using the unnatural speed his god granted him. Tonight was going to be long.

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“…where are wi goin’, che?”, the lad asked, as he sped around a corner. Gripping the wheel with his left hand, his right hand held his bottle and cig. As the black beauty pulled down the quietly empty road ahead, he looked back at his busy lady, who used a rag to soak up the blood that ran down her neck. Feeling the dropping heartrate and temperature of the girl, the pale punkster sat with the woman on her lap. “I don’t know…..where can wi go? El único lugar que conozco, además del hospital, son los Jests …..”, Harley rolled her Latin words off her flavoured tongue and looked ahead, at the road that Blaze wasn’t watching. “Well, wi best thing ah someting…che thar ‘s fadin’ outta it…”, he muttered with conviction, as he pointed out the fading life in the girl, they both knew the woman was entering a deep coma. Induced by whatever smell lingered over her, Harley gripped her close to her, “…Mira la puta carretera, I’m thinking…..”.

As Blaze turned up his car radio, to fill the unnervingly silent background with something soothing to the ear. Turning the station to a soft tempo channel, the greaser tried to calm the situation, as he quickly curved around another corner. Cutting through back alleys and hurrying through empty red lights, his blaring headlights shined upon the lane that stretched ahead of them. While the buildings of classical brick and cobblestone architecture stood two stories high, the driver eyed the misty air before pulling out her wallet. With a finger digging through the pockets, he stared into the I.D. photo. Finding a card to her hotel, he read the slip and figured the woman may have something of significance in her room, “Hey, think che may hav’ ah room at ti ‘Hotel 7’?…”. Looking back at the pig-tailed lady, she took the card for her own eye’s sake. However, as she looked on, the driver caught sight of a figure. With a breaking second, his vehicle skidded straight into the being, before thumping over it. Sliding through a ooze of splattering liquid, Blaze sat up in a shock as the car swerved off course, “…what the hell?”. Immediately gripping the will in attempt to straighten the black car, as Harley worried the thought of their car hitting a person, the machine crashed straight into a storefront. As the crumbling wall covered his car, Blaze knocked his head into the windshield. While Harley sat in a wrecked daze, she held onto consciousness. “Ed? ¿Estas bien cariño?”, she weakly muttered with caution, as the fainted woman lied on the floor of the backseat.

As the smell of a rotted carcass filled the air, the blood trail on the floor lied dark with abnormalities. Bringing a cryptic sense of eeriness to the crystal night, a blandly black vehicle slowly rolled out of the darkness. Baring three men who stepped out in plain suits, they walked up to the car, in intent of taking the girl. With cold expressions and tight postures, one busted the back window of black beauty with his gloved hand. Causing the pale woman to look up in a dazed glare of contest, Harley stared at the men is confusion. Wearing talismans around their neck, the golden relics repelled Harley and the dog into a faint state. As the man opened the door and dragged out the driver, the other two began to take the woman. Restraining the leather jacketed lad, they took the unconscious woman and placed he in their vehicle's trunk.

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@superstay:

Ghost Bird kept a close eye on the car, in particular the pigtailed woman in the passanger seat. He doubted they do harm to the unconscious woman in the backseat, but if they did, she would be the one to do it. Still he wondered their motives.

Did they attack the girl? Unlikely, the behavior of the dead police officer sung a different tale. Acting like an animal was not apart of offical training. For now he will tail the car, investigate, and plan.

The sound of music filled the night as the car's radio blared. A soothing beat, almost enough ease the troubled mind. The grey figure's mind wandered to his family back home, his faithful butler, and his adopted daughter. Then, like a hit to the head, the sound of a crash snapped him out of his lapse.

Ghost Bird stopped on a nearby roof and caught sight of another vehicle drive up. What looked like three yes-men exited the vehicle and set upon the greaser and the comatose woman in the back. "Damn!" he muttered under his breath, cursing his lapse of thought. They were stuffing the woman in the trunk.

Thinking fast, Ghost Bird uttered a voice command into his mask and grabbed a smoke bomb from a pouch on his belt. As the lights in the eyes of his flashed a ominus red he tossed the small bomb at the two kidnappers car. The voice modifier in his mask let out a piercing cry. It was a haunting, bird like cry meant for one thing, shock and awe.

The Ghost Bird glided into the smoke using his cape. The steel tips of his gloves shining in the moonlight.

@dr_halloween:

Standing in the middle of the quiet street, the three men were surprised by the bombs. Busting into the surface air surrounding them, they watched as the area around them filled with smoke and fog. As thick as that of a fire’s black smoky clog, the men saw nothing in the region. Merging into the nature misty moisture that stuffed the windy night with humidity, the steamy street bathed in the rising cloud. Standing still and silent, they noticed the figure moving through the air. A bird of fright, the cringed from his screech, as he flashed through the night. With the moon’s pale glow jumping off of his claw’s reflection, they stared through their shades, as their hands looked on. While one closed and locked the trunk, the second ran for the front seat, to hurry out of the scene. While they all still felt the piecing echo of his scream, they tried to make their way through the fog. Pulling out silenced handguns, the two stilled figures held their ground and fired in the direction of the bird with whistling shots, as the silencers cxonsealed most of the sound. Though, all of the gun fire was eliminated, the shots could still be heard by careful ears.

Blaze lied on the cold sidewalk, soaked in the facial blood that oozed from his busted nose. Still out of sense, he turned on his back and placed his hand on his head. “Ehh”, he groaned out the feeling of his headache. Looking upon the star-lit sky, his vision slurred everything into a numbing spin. “Wha…ti f@ck.....”, he tried to sit up. Wondering how a crash could have affected him so badly, with his level of durability, the greaser knew it was something else that put him in this state. Finally getting into a sitting position, he witnessed his car, ”Beauty?...ow, mi car…..”. Scrambling to his feet, he shuffled his way to the vehicle and opened the door to see his dog wagging his own headache away. Unsuccessful in ridding himself of the effects of men’s relics, the black hound sat on the floor in a daze. “Harley? Où se trouve Che?…”, he mumbled out the question in a loose French, as he lifted the drowsy woman out of the car. Placing her on her feet, he saw the sea of smoke that covered the activity.

Figuring that the dark mist had to be caused by whatever hit their car, he wondered the girl was kidnapped by whoever wrecked his vehicle. So, pulling out his gun, he gripped its handle and made his way for the area. With his second hand resting on his throbbing forehead, he bit his teeth and walked towards the fog. Aiming his gun into the mysterious sheet of smoke, he carelessly fired at the cloud. “…who’s inna thar?”, he yelled in a grunting tone, as the pale woman sat on the back of the Black Beauty. Recomposing herself, the banging shot didn’t help, “Ed, stop…”. Yet, trekking forward, he fired another blasting hurl of lightning fire and smoking led into the cloud. “Ye bang up mi car, yah tek from mi…”, he spat as he heard a shattering glass. Coming from the back windshield of the suited men’s vehicle, he still didn’t know who did this. But, he was sure they that something to do with the crash. As the revolver’s barrel steamed as much as his heated head, his blood boiled upon his face as he heard shots sent back at him.

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@superstay:

Landing on the street below, Ghost Bird's eyes caught the dark shapes of his target. Bullets soon began wizing past his head. Good, fear was taking hold, making them frantic. However, needed to move or else take a stray bullet. Using his unnatural speed, the grey clad man weaved his way to his targets. As he got closer, blue ghostly flsme etched a three pronged claw on his right palm. It was the mark of his god, the mark of punishment.

However, before he could get close enough a loud bang starled him. Another the bullet wized past the beak of his mask. 'Fool!' he thought knowing the blast came from the greaser. Getting low, Ghost Bird rushed up to one of the suits. He winced as a bullet hit his shoulder, but quickly takled the man to the ground. He began delivering blows to the man's head, holding back his strength as to not kill his target.

@dr_halloween:

As the suited man fell to the fury of crushing blows from the birdman, his glasses were smashed off his face. Revealing his inhumanly green eyes, the glow was tented by the blood of his broken nose. The fleeing figure hopped in the car. Starting up the engine, the last kidnapper aimed his gun through the puffing smoke that shot from the car. Gripping the trigger, he man aimed to the direction of the vicious socking sounds. Firing the silenced pistol, the fire lit through the mist, heading for the stalking ambusher with piercing speed. While the driver began to speed off, while using his phone to call out, the bland car hurried out of the mist and started its move down the street. Blowing through the cloud of moisture and smolder, the greaser smiled at the sight of his assaulter. “…thar ye are…”, he breathed out, as he turned his broad firearm to the automobile. Forcing the gun to explode in two shots of led and flames. From the fuming might of the heated biker, Ed’s gun sent a force of demonic power after the vehicle. Turning around the escaping corner for freedom, the bullets nailed the speeding machine in the side. Causing the car to slide off kilter, it knocked into a parked car.

“Ley, watch mi Beauty…..”, Blaze yelled to the throbbing ears of his lady, who sat on the trunk of the black beauty, before running after the car. Holding her pulsing head, she felt the effects of a hangover, as she shook off the remanences of the men’s relic. As the night beamed down upon them with gentleness, the pig-tailed lady smelled the aroma of blood. Pulling at her nose, Harley stared into the fading mist and stood up. Sensing the beaten man, she smell the blood that was slinging from his swollen nose. Punched over and over again, the suited man was lied under the birdman in a battered state, as the pale punkster stepped towards the three of them. Awing at the mouth, she smelled sweet blood in all of them. And, the weak state that the men’s charms left her in left her vulnerable her more monstrous self. Stalking the standing man, she lunged onto his back, once she was close enough. However, he immediately held up his charm, repelling her away from him in a fit of pain.

Down the Street

While Blaze ran for the car, reloading his revolver, the wrecked car began to pull off. With its side dented in by the ramming bullets, it managed to start up and move away from the greaser. “Sh!t”, he grumbled with anger under his scolding lips, as he stepped up on the vehicle. Holding his gun high, he unloaded into the engine of the car before looking through the cabin. As the wrecked mobile died, under the flames that overtook the front of the car, Blaze looked for the girl. Seeing the suited man lying on the steering wheel in a pool of blood, the biker saw no sign of the girl. “Sh!t…whar are yuh, che?”, he softly wondered as he walked around the car. With the blankness forming the inside of the car as well, searched every area of the car, before pulling the driver’s door open. Nearly ripping the handle off, the hotheaded greaser grabbed the man by his neck and tore him from the seat. “Whar is she?”, he roared, as he lifted the figure off the ground.

Getting no answer in response, the man stared back with eyes that appeared dead to the world. Cold and green, they shined with an otherworldly glow, one that his broken sunshades couldn’t cover. Giving Ed an odd feeling of these men not being actual men, the suited being lifted his charm to Blaze’s chest. Causing steam to burn the demon’s skin, the greaser yelled through the agonizing pain while knocking the relic away. “Yuh bloody bumba-”, he barely finished his fitted tongue before he grabbed the thing by its face and smashed it on the roof of the black car. Bashing it over and over, he stopped once the skull was mush on the roof. Huffing breaths of clarity, he leaned against the burning hood and searched his jacket for his pack of cigarettes.

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@superstay:

The inhuman glow of the man's eyes stopped Ghost Bird momentarily. Blood now gushed from the suit's nose. With his shoulder beginning to ache from his previous wound, he wound up a blow to knock out his prey. It was at that moment he saw the bullet coming right at him. It was a strange feeling, being able to perceive harm but not be fast enough to dodge. In what seemed like slow motion, the grey clad man lowered his arm just in time for his arm guard to deflect the bullet above him.

'To close.' he thought before pulling a hooked dagger from his belt. He slammed it through the bloody suit's arm with full force, anchoring his prey to the street. Ghost Bird then rose as the smoke cleared. He saw that the yes-men's car had drove off, but the one who shot him was holding a symbol up to the lady.

Taking advantage, Ghost Bird pounced onto the man's shoulders with an acrobatic display. His right palm glowed again with the brand of his god, the brand that marked the murderous soul for punishment upon death, whenever it comes for then.

Speaking through the modfier in his mask, Ghost Bird's voice came out withered and creaky, "Wander through the dust!" He then slammed his palm into the man's face with a burning sizzle.

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As the birdman smashed his burning palm into the face of the suited one, who dropped his silver charm, and stumbled to his knees. Making no sound of pain, his body movement showed his reaction to the strike. Trying to quickly get away from the attacker, he attempted to push him away, before he fell to the misty floor. As the battered suit lied in a heap of his own blood, he turned onto his pinned down arm, and drooled his innards. Staring at the dagger in his limb, the man lied in a concussed state of awakened unconsciousness.

As Harley stumbled back to her feet, she gripped her throbbing head. Groaning from the agony that the religious neckless combatted her with, the charm held some type of spell that repelled her demonic nature. Bringing weakness upon her, the pale girl began to move away from the fight, and over towards her companion. “…watch then beauty, Blue…”, Gwen waved the dog back to the car, as she vanished from her spot. Reappearing before Blaze, she fell into him, “…I need blood”. Breathing heavily into his chest, the worried biker quickly rose his sleeve up to his elbow. Revealing his thick tattooed arm to the woman, she opened her mouth with lusted anticipation. And, as a set of fangs grew between her softened lips, she dug into his veins with inhuman speed. Renourishing herself, she sucked at the man’s blood, as he took deep breaths through the draining process. Utilizing the fact that he was only partly a demon, she moaned at the taste of his human substance.

“Wat ti bloody hell is happenin’, tonight?”, Ed muttered, taking another soothing puff of his smoke. As his lady struggled off her answer, too preoccupied to speak, she soon halted and looked up at him. “..grasiac, mi amor”, Harley licked her lips into her usual smile, as the rocker looked around. “…ye alright?”, he questioned her health, knowing she only needs his blood whenever she’s in grave pain. “ah, what make ya tink mi wouldn’t just wan ti taste ya blood, love?”, she giggled with heated eyes of arousal, as she stood up straight. “…those charms must be blessed, or somethin’… Casi mi mató”, the pig-tailed woman figured only a holy relic could bring such agony on a demon. But, as the thought flourished through her head, it was cut off by the sight of the destroyed vehicle. Burning in the front and riddled with bullets, she glared at it. “…you’ve searched the car, right?”, Harley looked up to her partner, as she asked him about the girl. “Yea, mi fah no find che anywhar…”, he turned to the same car before she cut him off. “-did you check the trunk?”, in a nonchalant demeanor, he stood in the air of his own embarrassment.

Walking around the black machine, he grabbed and ripped open the trunk, seeing the girl lying inside. “…there ya go, mi amor…”, Harley watched as he lifted the limp body out of the compartment. Immediately closing it, the pale woman hopped onto the back of the car, “ya know what wi should do?...take ti pobre mujer ti Bela’s office”. Mentioning the second youngest Jest child, she continued explaining her reasons, “…ya know he’s a cryptid investigator, he might know ‘bout whatever this is… ”. Getting a signing expression from the biker, Ed carried the girl back to his car, leaving the suits’ vehicle behind. “Fine, let’s go…..”, he bluntly stated, as his peppy lady hopped off the car in glee. Skipping behind him in an energetic manor, she followed him towards his car, as Blaze walked with a focused vision of his muscle car. Tunneled in his view, he paid no attention to the other fighting birdman.

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@superstay:

Ghost Bird was use to the screams of pain. It scared him to think it, but pain and fear were his tools. What scared him more was when that was taken. These men felt no pain and showed no fear. This made his mission harder. He removed his hand from the suit a delivered a knock out blow.

Before rising he scooped up the symbol that caused the pig-tailed woman pain.

He examined it for a second before turning his gaze to the greaser. He was taking the victim somewhere, ignoring him in the process. That was okay for now, their intentions did not seem malicious. If anything he could track them later. Now he needed information.

Ghost Bird walked to the man he pinned down, his cloak covering his body. He kneeled over the suit and with his left hand, forced the man's head to look straight at his bird like mask.

Like an rusty machine, the birdman's voice came out, "That mark I gave your friend has branded his wretched soul to an eternity with my god, a barren wasteland of dust and nothing." He produced the charm and held it to the man, "Tell me what this is, who your leader is, and how you tracked the two you attacked just now." The eyes of his mask glowed a blood red hugh. "Tell me and I will spare you the fate of your comrade, my son." he said with every intention not to honor the bargin.

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Looking up at the hollow stare from the craning birdman, the suit breathed with a cold demeanor. Eyeing the trinkets that hung from the man’s stiffened grip, the man in black looked on, with a fixed pierce into the shining silver metal. Cleansed by blessed water, the relics were of no specific religion. Instead, they bared the rough image of a robed lady, with a halo round her head and light radiating from her hands, she was surrounded by a circle of symbols. Small enough to be held in the palm of a hand, but too small to be fully closed into fist, the talisman drew the eyes of the suited man, as the birdman asked the rest of his questions.

In the echo of his mask, the voice vibrated through the blank canvas of the surface identity. The suit basked in silence before speaking out. As his green eyes turned pitch white, his face finally dawned a expression. Opening his mouth, the furious browed being spoke for the first time, “…the dead…..the dead shall rise once more”. Looking to the misty sky, he felt the moist night’s breeze, “the mortal world will beg for mercy, as his majesty conquers all…”, his voice sounded many tones deeper, as if it was possessed by a external force. With a hellish face of contorted features, his heated body continued with steaming words of omen. “Life as you know it is at its end…his majesty has chosen his next follower, and his kingdom rot the heavens and drown the world in boiling blood and maggots…”, the scolding body growled and roared before it soon halted and dropped cold, once it finished relaying its message. And, as he did, his chest lit red with sparking flames. His battered, tattered and bloody clothing coverede his torso, while a ‘G.n.S.’ burned into his stomach to mark his corpse as the property of something beyond his life. As a cold breeze passed over the branded body, it quickly developed the smell of a year old carcuss.

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By the Black Beauty

The stocky biker lied the girl in the back seat of the Beauty, as he looked back to his lady, he stood up. “So, we take la mujer ti see Bela, and hopefully find a way to fix this”, the pig-tailed lady refreshed their plan, as her taller counterpart tended to his vehicle. Raising the hood, he fanned the puffing smoke that leveled up. “Yea, yea…but, who’s gonna pay fah mi Beauty, che?”, he muttered in a self-absorbed mind, focused on his prized possession. Digging his muscular hands into the engine, he began to tinker with the horse-powered car. Working through smoke and soot, he felt the heat fuming out of the machine. “Wasn’t it the suits, jefe…that’s who I thought caused this mess?”, she wondered with her hops around the car. Standing beside him, she looked up at him. “Nah, mi know hitmen, when ah mi see ah hitmen…and, those were bloody hitmen.”, he gazed down at her with eyes of fire, “And when I find out who fah sent them affa I, they’d regret ti day they brought harm on ti Beauty… ”.

Piercing his fiery glow of pinned up anger at Harley, she grinned with anticipation and patient glee, as she roamed across his face. “I’m sure Bela would be able to find out…he knows about these type o’ things, ya’know”, she knew the Jest son was an avid studier of the supernatural. Though, the rocker had nothing but his car on his mind, presently. “…go start her up, babe…”, he asked, as she happily followed suit and tried to turn the engine on. Getting no success, Ed continued in a frustrated manner, “com’on Beauty, com’on Beauty, com’on…”. And, in the nick of time, the car revved up and the beaming headlights flashed their hellish red glory. “YES!”, Harley celebrated with her mate, as he whipped his hands and found his way to the driver seat. Sitting down and welcoming a hug of congratulations, the greaser revved the roaring engine again, before maneuvering the stick shift and backing the car out of the storefront that it was positioned in. “…on to Bela’s”, he smiled, as he began to pull off and down the street.

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@superstay:

Ghost Bird jumped back as flames began to etch three letters into the man's stomach, G.n.S. He watched on as the suit died soon after. He had the sneaking sucpicion that the brand on the man marked him as property, there was no marking him even if he could.

Ghost Bird sighed as he put the charm in a pouch on his belt. "What a mess." he mumbled. Risen dead, a choosen follower, and all at the center, a lord to rot the heavens. No wonder the Dust god contacted him, risen dead could mean a jail break.

The grey clad man heard the rev of an engine. The man and his woman had got their car working and were driving off. Whatever the case, they were investigating too. Time to tail again and see what they can dig up.

@dr_halloween:

Thumping in a slow and thickened rhythm, the car radio’s dial was tuned into a funky channel of reggae classics. Flowing roots into the red cabin of the sinful vehicle, Ed held a bottle of ‘Alligator wine’ and his smoke between his lips. “So, whar‘s his shop, ‘gain?”, the driver asked with a gulping sip of his moonshine-ish drink. Looking to his lady, he gripped the wheel with ease, as the powerful machine sped for the darkness of the foggy city’s tight winding roads. Baiting the eerie eyes of the blonde, she smiled, “His shop is just a bit away from here…I tell ya when we’re there, jefe”. Checking on the woman, she stared at her marks. Planted straight on the neck veins of the young girl, Harley was still confused by the scar. “What mi nah gets, ef da mark‘s ah vampire bite, like it fah looks, wah can’t wi smell ti one wo do dis?”, he stripped the thought from her pondering brain. “Ah mean, wi could usually smell dem de type o’ things…vampires, werewolves, ghouls, goblins, all dem type of demons…why can’t wi fah sense dis one, mi wonder…..”, he tongue continued before turning to see her in thought. Raising his brow in wonder he bowed his head to try to get her attention, “¿Che?”.

Holding her petite chin with her thin fist, she sat with her legs in the chair, in a semi-fetal position. “no lo sé...what is this…..”, she muttered in thought before looking over at him, “…think it might have something to do with those charms?”. Taking the cig from his lips, she placed it between hers, and took a deep drag. Blowing out the thick puff of smoke, after a few seconds, she turned to him in a new pep of thought, “I mean, those charms were strong…they were really strong, if they affected us like that…..”. Beaming out of the window for a breath of fresh air, she took another drag. “…thar must be some powerful magic, to hurt us like that”, she wondered off in thought, before being brought back by her love’s confident voice. “Ay, they weren’t that powerful”, he brushed off their effect on him, as he drank his drink. “…they nearly killed mi, Ed…I mean, they drained mi of most of mi control…”, she interrupted him, “…not many mortal things can do that…it must be something otherworldly”. As her mind wandered off again, he scoffed off the idea with his own pride, “Bloody bullsh!t, mi say…”.

Pulling over into a gas station, he rode up to a pump, “Ti Beauty needs ah refill…”. As she happily jumped out of the car and across the empty lot to pay for some gas, he stepped out and into the fresh air. Taking a deep breath, he realized she took the smoke with her. As he signed into his bottle, he watched as three bikers rolled in. Roaring and rattling the concrete under his boots, Blaze stared at the bikers with folded arms. “$15 on 4”, one of the men told, covered in leather, the greaser noticed the club plaques on their backs. The ‘Wild Ones', the lone biker eyed the statuesque figure's hotrod, until his beady sight caught the owner of it, who gave him a cold glare. Not in the mood for the attitudes that came with these bikers, he tried to keep them at bay, as he returned to the mission at hand.

As Blaze began to pump his gas, one of the members noticed the unconscious woman in the back seat. With a expression of wonder on his face, he whispered to his mate. As the second biker emerged from the store, the two bikers grew more suspicious. “Hey brother, I just saw the sexiest senorita. She was out of sight, man…”, he caused a smile on the face of his partner, who’s face begged for details. “I mean, long legs, shapely figure, doll face, and a spicy attitude…she was a bad piece, brother”, he spoke with greasy lust in his voice. But, as their grins watched her walk out, they dropped their pleased faces, once they noticed she was with the glaring driver.

“Hey babe, how ‘bout you come ride with a real man! AJAJA!”, one of the men howled at her, as she stood on the passenger side of her car. While an entertained smile stretched across her face, Ed turned to the men, “HEY, get ye eyes off mi gal, before ah rip them out…”. As they chuckled off his comment and dared him to do something, he easily took them up on their offer. To much of their own surprise, he stepped into their group of overwhelming numbers and throwing a punch at the closest Wild member. Knocking him to the floor, Ed received a quick punch to the jaw by another biker. As they began to jump him with their three-on-one tactic. However, seeing the rebellious demon fall to the group, Harley climbed onto the car. Watching as Blaze pushed one of the men towards the Black Beauty. And immediately, leaping onto his back, Harley opened her mouth and bit him on his trapezius muscle. Causing blood to gush all over her vicious face, the biker fell to his knees, as he cried in pain.

“What the hell?”, one of the Wild Ones questioned with caution, letting go of the greaser. Pulling out his gun, he pull the trigger and sent a thick bullet deep into the gut of the worried man. A shot that thunderously echoed with a bombastic level of sound, the gun’s flashed with a fatal degree of pain. Bringing him to his back in a pool of his blood, the heated driver turned and sent the blunt end of his revolver into the face of the remaining biker. Beating him with the weapon, he only stopped once the gas station attendant surfaced with a shotgun in hand. “…get off my property!”, he ordered, taking the safety off the gun, “I called the police…”. As both of the two had blood on their face and a burning in their pulsing hearts, the lady came to her senses. “…com’on, jefe…”, the pale lady wiped blood from her lips, as she started to see streetlife awaken. Not wanting anymore unwanted attention, Blaze got in his car and quickly drove off.

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@superstay:

Again, Ghost Bird stuck to the shadows and followed the black car. He still couldn't hear what the greaser and his female friend talked about, the reggie and engine put a stop to that. However, he did notice how the two acted around each other. The cigarette sharing painted a close friendship, possibly a loving one.

Nevertheless, when they stopped at a gas station, so did he. He waited nearby, where no streetlight could illuminate him. The woman bounced into the station, probably to pay, and the man waited, still smoking. The peace would not last as the roar of bikes signaled the arrival of leather clad men. "Wild Ones" were stiched on their backs and they looked the type.

Ghost Bird felt the tension as gang and greaser silently met. As pigtails waltzed out, the cat calls began, then the violent threat from the greaser. "Aw, hell." the birdman whispered as a fight ensured. A punch from the greaser, then a gang-up, then pigtails jumped in, biting one of them. "BANG!" the shot rang out before Ghost Bird could intervene. Behind the mask he closed his as the spirit of the biker cried out. He could always hear them, a low aching ramble in his mind, but when he is there for the intial cry, it alaways sends his nerves high.

The greaser and his friend drove off and Ghost Bird followed. Situations like these called for immediate action. Once they were far enough from the gas station, Ghost Bird exited the shadows, picking up his pace, intent on having a word with this violent duo. The eyes of his mask glowed a blood red.

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@dr_halloween:

“Alright, let's getta ti Bela, ‘fore wi haf ti bobby’s down our necks…”, the fuming greaser grunted into his stiffened fist. Wiping blood from his nose, he glared at the bruised knuckles on his right hand. “f*ck those bloody bastards”, he drove through the glaring shine of his hellishly red headlight. Wishing he would have done worse to them, he gripped the wheel as the car rode with furious velocity. Steaming at the mouth, his eyes were blackened by rage and dead blood, his lady tried to come him down. “Mierda esos pendejos…those put*s…”, Harley moved closer to his warmth radiating structure. Holding his face, her touch was soft and her smell was ecstatic. As he looked into her serpent-like eyes of allure, her breath danced with the tasty smell of flesh and human essence, as he pulsed with passionate anger. “…besides, once we talk to Bela, we’ll have a buffa of bodies to extract our passionate wrath…..”, grinning a wicked smile, as her angelically pale face beamed with polarizing contrast to the crimson blood around her mouth.

“yea, yea…whar ‘s dis bloke fah bi?”, he smirked at the savoring scent of her bloody attraction. Getting a fiery spark from her colorful eyes, she leaned over his seat, sticking her head out of the window with great gusto. Pointing at the nearing alley, he pulled into the dark tunneling backstreet. Off of the light post lit street, he stopped the car in the thin lane of brick and concrete. As smoke poured in from the apartment buildings that stood high above their heads, they emptied the car. Looking around for privacy, Blaze slid his gun into his jeans back. “He’s in here, jefe…..that door”, she pointed for the stocky man, as he fetched the unconscious girl. “Keep ah eye on mi Beauty, Blue…”, the rebellious demon rubbed the furry head of his wolf before bringing her out. As Harley knocked on the door, it opened to reveal a dimly lit hall. “¿Bela?...it’s Harley, are tou in?”, she asked through the hollow hall of wood and metal. As the young man stepped out of the shadows, he smiled and bowed in a gentlemanly manner. “Ah, Ms. Gwen…for whom would I owe the pleasure?”, welcoming her in, his sunken eyes noticed the grim body being carried by the bloody biker. “…wha?”, he dropped his thin jaw before she interrupted, “We need your help, Bela…”.

“How so?”, he quickly replied before staring at Blaze, holding back his gagging from the strong stench of death around them both, “Is she dead?”. Getting a wagging from the masculine man, the skinny figure signed in relief, as he stood in the doorway. “We found her like this…but, we don’t know what happened to her-”, the pig-tailed lady began, as she walked up the stairs, stepping for the young Jest’s office. After telling the lad to lay her down of the hall side bench, Bela ran to the downstairs bathroom. “…we need to find out what we’re dealing with here…”, Ed alerted him of the uncertain threat that they might be facing. As the door hung open, allowing a fresh breeze of air into the two floor building, the warming building smelled of incense and sorcery. Enough so to make the two demons feel fuzzed in their skin, the apartment was a domain that refused evils. As the misty air poured into the threshold of the doorway, Bela moved in to investigate the body.

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@superstay:

Keeping up with the car was harder then he realized. The rooftops had given him higher ground, a point to observe. Now, it was like the car was pushed by somthing else entirely. However, Ghost Bird managed to tail the vehicle until it reached a lane of towering apartment buildings. He stood in the shadows and observed. They all exited, spare the large dog Blue, and knocked on a nearby door.

The young man who answered bowed in a way unfit for their location. The two called him Bela and asked for his help. The grey clad man's suspensions were soon answered, they were looking to help the girl, and they needed information. As they entered into Bela's residents, Ghost Bird realized the ache in his shoulder. Blood was staining the cape now, the bullet had passed by the segments in his armor. Reaching into the wound, he pulled the bullet out with a pained huff. He placed the bullet in a second empty pouch before exiting the shadows. Giving the car a wide birth, the birdman went to knock on the door.

@dr_halloween:

11:47PM / Bela's Residence

Standing at the edge of the bed the gloomy detective shifted towards the girl. Holding a rag of moist fabric, the shaggy haired Jest wiped the lady’s face down on her cold night-sweats and chilling shivers. “How did ye discover this unfortunate lass?”, the thin figure asked, as he called for Harley to fetch his incense. While Bela moved the hair from her neck, he viewed the marks on it. A pair of thick fang marks, they did appear to be vampire fangs. Faintly grim with the sight of the pulsing veins under the wound, he stared intently at the purple coloring of her blood vessels. “…Wi found ti gal like dis, in ah alley, ova by tha beach…some bambaclot attack mi, after I found she, and tried ti bite mi. I killed tha bloody ting an it’s flesh fah melted into black soot…”, Blaze leaned against the wall, drinking his bottle. As the investigator listened, he watched the pig tailed woman bring his box of incents. “…vampire?”, he asked with the similarities the bite had to that of the blood suckers. However, both Ed and Harley shrugged off their uncertainty. “…she has some sort of barrier around her, keeping us from sensing the one who did this…”, Harley stated and looked up to the greaser, “…Mi couldn’t even smell tha essence ah de creature who fah attack mi”.

"...that's where all tis blood 's from, ey?", he figure before they corrected him. As he eyed the crimson blood oozing from the greaser's mouth and nose, along with the blacked eye on the man's face. "Nah, wi were ambushed by three suited men, on our way har...", he explained. As the human looked to the lady for a sight at her bloody splattered all over her. "...they had talismans that weakened us...", she mentioned the mystic charms that warded of their demonic presence. "...they were blessed, or something...", she through out her assumption, before walking back upstairs. Leaving the two men, Bela returned to the body. He opened the box and dug for the sage. "Would ye do me a favor and light this, please?", he asked the biker, who silently grabbed the stick and with the his second hand, a small flame emerged from his palm. Lighting the stick of stims and leaved, the strong scent rubbed against the nose of the demon. As he scoffed at the smell, he handed the stick to the detective, who began to rotate it around the woman. "Alright, could ye do these incense", he handed three slim twigs to biker. "sure, mi fah jus ah personal lighter...", he sarcastically replied before lighting the sticks. Handing them back, he stood and watched.

“…a ‘barrier’ that concealed the attacker from recognition and talismans that repel demonic forces?”, Bela muttered to himself, in thought over what could do that, as he used the sage. As the light smoke began to make the mystic smell visible, the latin-chanting Bela saw the field through the tinted smoke that clogged the air. Quickly think this was something bigger than the average vampire bite, he looked to Ed, “By any chance, did ye obtain any of the soot, from the attacker?”. Gazing into the biker’s heated eyes, the nodding rebel dug into his back pocket. Holding a white rag that Blaze used to wipe his face after the ordeal, it was covered in the black substance. “Har ya go…”, Bela took the towel and investigated it. "Do ye haf ah restroom, inna har?", Blaze needed to get away from the irritating smell, as the home's owner pointed him to the back of the hall. And, as the stocky man disappeared into the shadows of the dimly lit place, the gloomy eyed man was left alone with the lady. "Don't ye worry, lass.....I'll get to the bottom of this, for ye...", he spoke before investigating what he could see in the smoke. But, before he could continue, he heard a knock on the door. Seeing the birdman stand before the threshold, the Jest stood up. As Harley stood at the upstairs railing, the shaggy haired Brit spoke up, as he stepped towards the cracked doorway. “Hello, Detective Jest at yer service, how may I help ye?”, giving a faint curl of his lips, into a polite greeting, the grim figure stood before the masked man. While the invisible shield of magic separated them, Bela looked at the man with a bit of wonder, as to what may have brought him to the Jest’s cobblestone doorsteps.

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Standing in the door way like a dark undertaker, he kept his body concealed with his cape. Ghost Bird looked at the man then turned his head to the pigtailed lady. The greaser was here, no doubt but where? Still fixed on the lady, he pointed a steel tipped finger at her. His voice came like an old tree, modified by the device in his mask. As the hint of incense began to leak through he said, "I am here for your friend, we have a matter that needs to be solved."

@dr_halloween:

Staring into the face of the mask, the lanky figure gazed upon the cryptid being. While his black suit hung from his frame, Bela’s colorless face lied covered in the shadow of his thick hair. As his blackish brown eyes sat buried under darkness, he looked over the mysterious man. As he called for the lady, the young Jest turned to view the woman standing at the top of the staircase. With a cold expression of confusion, Harley eyed them both with her sparkling yellow pupils of demonic fire. “I believe he’s here for ye, lass?”, the shaggy haired detective stood in front of the threshold. While the lady leaned on the wooden railing, her wondering sight roamed over the birdman. Not recognizing the man as anyone important to her, she shrugged off the being. “…De ningún modo, no friend of mine, señor…”, she nonchalantly stated before grinning in her usually sadistic manner.

Still staring at the figure, she questioned what their ‘business’ could be. Not striking a memory in her mind, the only thing she could think of was some tracking demon from the domains of her ex-master, Morphisto. And, if that was so, she took pleasure in knowing the threat wouldn’t be able to pass the threshold of the house. As Bela turned back around to the door, he bowed in a friendly act of politeness, “…I am lost as to what could be said. Ye may ha-”, he began before hearing the emergence of the biker. Stepping around the dimly darkened corridor, Blaze rose his brow at the sight of the enigmatic character. “Who ‘s tis?”, the greaser asked with a low barreling voice of cautious curiosity. Seeing the birdman stalking the position on the opposite side of the investigator, he cocked his head to the side in thought. Before hearing the voice of his lady, Ed stepped down the hall. “He says he has ‘business’ with us”, she sarcastically gestured air quotes with her figures, while taking a few steps down the stairs. “Creo que está con Morphisto”, she muttered in Spanish, think the man was probably sent after them by their pass oppressive devil lord. Getting a sly smirk from the rebellious demon, Blaze pulled his massively bruting handgun. “Qhh…”, he breathed before lifted and pointing the demon-killing revolver at the birdman.

Stretching his muscular gun arm over the slim shoulder of the Jest, who paled in size and build to the hotheaded hotrod. As Bela rose his hands up in protest, he parted his lips, “No, no, no…”. As the lady finished her descent from the case, the stocky biker glared into the essence of the being. Assured in not going back to the hell that he broke free from, he didn’t hear the man that was between them both. “Ed, lower your firearm…..take a step back an-”, he tried to calm the figure, gently placing his hands on the man’s broad chest. However, as the rocker stood bent with fury, his skin steamed with the heat of a burning oven. “Ahss!”, Bela yanked his stung hand back, before looking to the more level-headed of the two. “Please, get him under control…”, he spat in a painful plea, as he held his throbbing palm. Getting a stare of pleasure from the blonde woman, she knew she had to pull him back.

Even with her lust for the altercation, she moved in front of the big man. “Bien bien, jefe…”, she neared hugged the biker in an attempt to push him back. Placing her soft touch to the scorching cheek of Blaze, “…now isn’t the time for that”. Speaking with the scent of flesh that soothed his bloodlust, her twinkling eyes of serpents’ yellow poison held her love’s beaming stare of fire. Seeing his caged aggression against the hellhole of his past, Harley worked at lowering his temper, “…you’ll have ya time for this, bebé”. Lowering his reluctant arm, she backed him away from the door and back down the hall. Returning to the stranger at hand, she stood before her companion. “So, what is this ‘business’ that we have, señor?”, she nodded her head at him, as her pale body leaned on the steady foundation of Ed’s stoned posture. While Blaze slowly put his gun away, he breathed out the steam of a tea-kettle as she continued staring at the man for a better understanding.

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@superstay:

Ghost Bird impatiently tapped a finger on his belt as the pigtailed girl denied any connection to him. This matter was eating up time as is, but if he let it go, it would cause bigger problems. Before he could explain, the man he was looking for appeared in the doorway. Pigtails answered the greaser's inquiry with her own. It was spanish, but the name Morphisto hung in the air.

The name was like a trigger for the man's wrath. Drawing his revolver he aimed at the birdman. On the outside, Ghost Bird seemed unfazed, but inside he was preparing. His hand hovered above the pouch with the amulet while his vision heightened. Everything slowed in his vision, his eyes watched the gun. Like a coiled snake he waited for any sign of movement of the gun, in preparation to predict the shot.

Luckily, Bela's calm head and the pale girl's soothing words ended the conflict. Ghost Bird released his breath, everything returned to normal speed for him. Regaining his composure quickly, the birdman shook his head, "I have no business with you yet, just your friend with the revolver."

He turned his head to the greaser and explained, "To put it simply, I work for a god of sorts. I brand the wicked and their souls go to him upon their death. You mentioned a Morphisto, but that is not my god." Ghost Bird paused, thinking how to phrase his words as to not upset the hotheaded man.

He continued, "This brings me here, investigating an attack on an innocent woman and finding you two. I tracked you two, curious what information you would dig up." Ghost Bird then sighed, "Then you go and kill a man, granted it was self defense, but it could have been avoided if you ignored the cat calls." The birdman finally finished, "Now we have a problem, I want the people responsible for the woman's attack, but I cannot ignore this. So, your choice, I brand you right now and go about my business, or I get what you know about these attacks and I let you off with a warning."

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Letting go of a bit of steam in relief, the biker smiled at the crooning voice, which continued to discuss their business. Relieved to not be hunted by the devil for a change, he did scoff at the thought of another god. Tucking his gun behind his back, Blaze watched as the lady left to the back of the hall. Since the matter didn’t involve her, she had no interest in it. And after watching her departure, he returned his attention to the man, who was explaining his job as a marker for his god. Getting a thoughtful expression from the greaser, Ed was reminded of his old position as a bounty hunter for the demon lord of his past. An awful situation, he could still feel the fuming rage of having to take orders from a figure standing on a foundation of their own almightiness. A position he never wanted to go back to, he aimed his eyes at the birdman. “…mus’ suck fah yuh, lad…”, he muttered in a deep tone that hovered under his warming breath.

As the thin detective watched the man, he took in the information that was laid out between them. “…what he say, jefe?!”, the spicy voice echoed from the back, getting the two men’s attention. “Ti lad fah say he works fah some god…”, the stocky lad stated in quickness, getting a retorting statement of her own opinion, “¿justo ahora?...sounds awful”. Also being a former collector of souls of the sadistically almighty Morphisto, Harley had very little attraction to the god king type beings.

However, before he could agree with her, the man brought up his killing of one of the bikers, back at the gas station. Drawing his full attention, he noticed the disappointed face of shock on the face of the Jest. “¿What?”, he shrugged off the word, leaning against the wall. “…ye murdered a man?”, Bela gasped in upset, as he stood towards the remorseless being. “Ay, ti man wus ah bloody rube bowy…ti bumbi b@ss@rds had it fah comin’ upon ‘em…”, he pulled a cig from his back pocket and placed it between his lips. Seeing the eyes looking down upon his actions, he continued while lighting the smoke, “…don’t act fah if ya haf nah memory as ti wat mi fah am…”. As his Caribbean accent grew thick in anger, Blaze took a puff of the white stick. Reminding the scrawny lad that his entire role before his freedom was to locate and murder those who fled from that hell. So, murder meant little to the hellish hitman; especially if it was that of someone he had no care for. As a thick ball of smoke rose from his exhaling lips, he continued. “Now, it ain’t as if mi fah shot ah innocent woman or child. Sh!t, I nah even shot no animal…dem were ’Wild One’, ah gang ah bad men who fah chose thar path inna life…”, he spat as he heard his lady. “Escucho un montón de gritos, ¿What’s goin’ on in there?”, her soft voice wondered, as Ed stood from the wall. “Nothin’ babe…”, he moved closer to the two men.

“Ye’re a shameful individual, Blaze…”, Bela shook his head in dreaded thought, “If it was avoidable, ye certainly should have tried t-”. Cut off in mid speech, the biker spoke up, “I don’t know whar yuh two come ah from. But, whar mi come from, wi ah settle problems when’ah they arrive, ay hear?”, he began. “Nah, I never look fah trouble…but, if i' arise, mi ah damn sure handle it, seen?”, he finished his rant. Hearing all that the birdman had to say, he walked back to his spot on the wall. With the rebellious spirit of a lively youth, he took a drag of the strong cig. “…what would ya like to know, senor?”, Harley emerged from the back. Holding a book in her hand, she bared a deep smile across her face. “No como si no se nos hubiera advertido antes”, she joked in Spanish about the disobedient care (or lack of) for forewarnings. As the muscular lad stared at her, he smirked, “Yea, yea…I like how mi fah only one getting’ blamed fah killings…”. Chuckling about the fact that she nearly sucked one of the bikers dry, the lady playful covered her blood-soaked breath, as if she was afraid of them knowing. Causing him to laugh, she playfully jabbed him in his rib, as he took a puff.

While Bela stood at the door, he gestured in politeness, “Care to enter?”. As he felt a passing breeze, he grew a bit worried about what may be looming around the night. Offering the man an invitation into the house, the Jest longed to close the door, seeing the usual nightly misty grow abnormally thick with fog.

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@superstay:

(Hello, hope you had a merry Christmas !) :)

Ghost Bird merely shook his head at the rebellious man. He knew nothing of the voices that huant him, the risk of a newly made spirit looking for revenge. Yet, the birdman understood his feelings, the urge to take every scumbag he find and slaughter them without mercy. However, he could not, the consequences of doing so was burned into his mind long ago.

Accepting Bela's offer, he entered the residence and begun with his questions, "Alright then, how about we share? One of the men who attacked you had the letters G.n.S. burned into him before death. He also went on about the raise of the dead, a lord who will conquer all, a choosen follower, and the rotting of the heavens. Ring any bells?"

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(...merry christmas, bro...hope tou enjoyed tours)

Cold with the chilling thought, as the man’s words vibrated off of his ears like the knock of a frightened heartbeat, the detective was fully engaged in the entail that he received. As the now-level headed biker stood with a feeling all too used to these type of scenarios, his lady giggled. A chaotic apocalypse of biblical proportions, she lightly absorbed the thought. “Sounds fun, hehe”, she nearly blushed at the notion of such chaos, while her companion blew out a puff of smoke in the knowledge of whoever would step up as the organizer of such action. “…sound tiring ti mi, che…..”, he slowly muttered to the woman who livelily nudged his stern abs for a response. Catching a sense of his unpleased answer, Harley straightened her face and softened her laugh into a tiny peep, before shrugging off his lack of amusement. “Ya’know, that sounds a lot like Mor-”, she playfully dawned the thought, before Bela interrupted her before she could say his name. “I know…that’s what deeply frightens me. If Morphisto is at the bottom of this, than this could be far worse than we thought…”, the man looked to Blaze. Knowing how dangerous the demonic lord was, his power could be devastating to earth, if it got to the surface world.

“Could ye take her upstairs, to me office?”, the Jest asked, as he looked to the birdman. “Ye said these men had ‘GnS’ burned into their chest?”, the mindful man questioned again, before turning to the staircase. As the greaser lifted and carried the woman up to the top room, while sneezing at the thick smell of sage that lingered onto her limp body, the detective slowly followed. “…I wonder what those initials could mean…”, he took a delicate step up the wooden platforms and spoke to the group. As the two rebels walked into the office room of the cryptic investigator, laying the girl on the Victorian chaise lounge of the Jest. While Harley lied the kit of incense and sage beside her, Blaze quickly began to move away from the smell. To the other side of the room, the space was filled with ancient antiques and trinkets. Shelves full of books and novels lined the wall, Ed immediately found himself staring at an 1850 painting of Dante and Virgil’s encounter with vampires in hell. With swords and shields, armor and axes hung from the wall, Bela stood in the threshold. “So, where these ‘men’ the gentlemen who attacked the both of ye?”, he asked the rocker, as he returned to the unconscious woman. Getting a nod from both of the demons, Harley spoke up. “But, they didn’t smell like ‘men’…”, she corrected him with a thought of the figures’ non-human scent, as she stared at the glass tank full of cryptid fangs. “Yea, dem suited bowys were otherworldly”, Ed returned his vision to the paintings before him. “…dem f#ckin’ green eyes were like high-beams…”, he muttered under his mindful breath.

Leaving the detective to collect all of his thoughts, he roamed his mind over his memories. “…suited men with green eyes, demon repellant and magical shields…”, he stepped towards a book. As various religious symbols sat around the room, he pulled a dark brown book of his bookshelf. A classic novel, it compiled detailed entail on cryptid creatures, Bela turned through the pages in pursuit of any recorded beings what were known for having bright green eyes. Looking through the many pages, he began to speak again, “…if this is an orchestrated plan by Morphisto, than there is likely more to this than we see…”. As Blaze looked to the hellish painting with his thoughts thinking about the supposed follower, “…who ya fah think dis ‘follower’ him fah haf is?”. As the peppy woman grinned at the collection of relics in his office, “…probably just a puppet, or something…..ya’know, someone for him to use, since he’s stuck down there…right?”, Harley figured this disciple was just another one of the demon lord’s many pupil power drawers.

“It wouldn’t be the first time he did such a thing…I remember me father telling me about an incident with a magician named Luther Crest…”, Bela stated as he made his way to his desk. Remembering the story of the man that the demon lord used to resurrect himself onto earth, the gentleman thought about the way he went about it. “Matter of fact, if I remember correctly, Crest organized a society…..what was it’s name”, he asked Ed as he dug through his files. And quickly, he found a scrapbook of articles about the mystic secret society of ‘Ghull ‘n Skull’. With the articles telling the tale of the occult group of shadowy figures that prayed on the terror of the people. “…that loco who murdered those rich altos cerdos back in the 70s?...didn’t he die?”, Harley questioned the idea of this dead figure causing the mess that happened tonight. “…aren’t ye dead, che?”, Blaze murmured to her, to bring forth the their state of being, and propose the idea of Crest’s possible resurrection.

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@superstay:

Morphisto, the name drove Ghost Bird's lord to anger. He could feel it in the back of his mind, The Warden's terrible anger. He nodded, half to answer Bela's question, half to shake the pressure away. As they made it upstairs and into what looked like the detective's office, the birdman absorded the conversation quietly.

Everything seemed like information he knew, but the subject of Luther Crest caught his ear. "If the dead are rising, then we can assume this dead man will to." Ghost Bird commented while examining the incence nore closely. A question suddenly came to mind "Is this Morphisto an old god by any chance?"

@dr_halloween:

“Ajaja, I’m sure he would love ya to think that…..”, the lady joked about her narcissistically self-righteous ex-master. While staring at a small Tibetan statue of Buddha, as if the brown figure was cute child, she smiled with thought. “…muy poderoso, I guess it depends on how ya mean ‘god’…”, she asked for clarifications. As Blaze smoked his cig, the detective leaned against his desk while the lady continued. “If ya talkin’ about a extremely powerful being, then yes. If ya mean a greatly worshipped being, then yes as well…”, she finished. “…by ‘old god’, may ye be referring to the ancient deities, like the mythical pantheons? Because, he’s not yet that…”, the cryptologist wondered, knowing the demon wasn’t on their level. Taking a deep breath, the Jest organized the history that ran deep into his family’s past. Unsure in telling it all, he began stepping into the story with gentle ease. “Morphisto is a thorn in the side of me father…..a evil relic of his past”, he cooled his mind and continued to speak about the being that have haunted his father since the senior Jest’s birth. Trying to remember all that he knew from his parent’s youthful life, he was still blind to the absolute truth. “I’m not even sure where he came from, or got his abilities…but, he used them to bring great wickedness to Earth, until me father placed him away in a penitentiary, to which he’s been trapped in to this day…”, Bela stated as he gazed at the framed black picture of his lineage’s magehood.

“My father did all that he could to contain the beast. But, in his struggle, he overlooked the ability of persuasion that the devil lord has…”, he continued, as he felt the same furious breeze knocking against the closed windows of the room. In the midst of eyeing the fog that built up on the glass, he thought of the beings that attacked them. “Morphisto began to show an act for convincing people to sell their souls to him, in return for greed and worldly vices.”, he laughed at the idea, b. Getting to his feet, with the straightening of his lengthy legs, he watched as Blaze stepped out of the room. Heading to his car to cool, Bela was already aware of such temptations was what led both of the two rebels into their current position. “…perhaps ye should check on him, ey?”, the detective asked of Harley, who followed suit and exited the room as he continued. “…bringing evils to the world, and absorbing the power that manifest from it…that’s the name of Morphisto’s game. Birthing demonic disciples, like Crest, and using them as puppets to wreck our worlds.”, he thought about the birdman’s theory. “I don’t know if Luther is behind this woman’s poor state. It’s surely plausible…..but, it’s a good place to start…”, he thought about the old temple that the group were held up in, long ago. Looking at the young woman, he kneeled before her and bowed his head in shame. “I’m so sorry, miss…”, he whispered the lady, with dreaded eyes that were all too tired of this aspect of his occupation. Looking over his shoulder at the man, “…like Ed and Harley…and this poor lass, I’m afraid many more will be affected dearly by this madness”, he places a soft hand on the plushed haired head of girl. Closing his eyes, he channeled his concentration through the sage that surrounded her.

Trying to break the field that held her, Bela filled his mind with the strength of his mother. Stemming from her gypsy touch, his head was set of the symbols that he was eyeing earlier. As his hand began to dimly light up in the smoggy shade of smoke, the circular symbols surrounded his arm, as his hand broke through the shield. Breaking it apart, he touched her pure skin and felt her trembling body. Feeling her head and mind, he connected with her quickly, once the field was gone, and began to use his abilities to contact her. “Come now, lass…let me see what haunts ye, may I?”, he closed his eyes to the physical world around him and stepped into the mental realm behind the surface. Using the age-old powers passed to him by his dear mother, he connected to the unconscious girl's dreaming mind. And in his blacked sight, he witnessed a few moments of a dream.....

That Night / 8:50PM / Texjara Bay, Awekia

Off the main avenue of the beachside boardwalk parade, the night thumped and jumped with jazzy rhythms and salsa riffs. As the detective found himself standing in an atmosphere of a dark alley to the side of a small pub, he looked to the street before noticing the growling sound that scrapped from deep within the tunnel of darkness and fog. A night of mist and moisture, the stone corridor was cold and chilling. Sending chill up his spine, he heard the heartbeat of a stalking presence, as the sky rained the dim twinkle of stars and moonlight. Pulsing down his neck and through his stuffed ears, Bela broke into a sweat once he caught sight of the figure. Knowing it was all just a vision, the mystic investigator was still met with fright.

With dark red blood covering his mouth and chest, the fanged beast growled at Bela. Pitch black eyes and inch long fangs, the kneeling figure snarled like a creature of pure rabid fury, before it pounced at the shaggy haired man. Getting a good look at the crow-nosed being, with a lifeless complexion of pale white, the vampiric figure yapped and snapped at the thin lad that was equally as pigment-less. He smelt the fleshy breath of the wrinkly faced monster, which was as strong as a kitchen full of butchered corpses. Pressing his forearm deep into the jerking neck of the weight-deprived creature, Bela stared into its eyes as the beast pushed him down. Falling into the shadows of the dark corner, he fell through the nightmarish vision and into a sea of nothing. As the creature dragged him down, the looming presence of death surrounded him and the beast, before they dropped onto a floor of brick and cobblestone. Wet with dripping water, the Jest looked around and saw no sign of the previous threat.

“Hello?”, his mutter echoed through the tunneled pit of darkness, until a group of robed being lingered in the far distance of whatever faded light hovered above the man. As he shuffled for something to protect himself, he froze as the sight of a huge entity. Hanging over them all, out of the dark abyss of the well, he was larger than the entire pit. And with the face of a skeleton, it laughed a stalking laugh of haunting. “…you can’t my child, you can’t save them all…..you are but a pawn to their game”, the colossal being crooned before bringing its hand down. To much of his crumbling position of fetal protection, Bela was pushed down into another void of blackness. Swirling through the hole of numbness, he fell to an isolated plot of grass. Breathing heavily, he looked around and tried to catch his breath, before halting at the sight of a tombstone. In the shape of her angelic frame, the voice began again. “…keep at it, and Lucy here will pay for your faults…”, Bela fought the idea of her death. “No, no, no, no, no…you won’t”, he muttered before digging into the patch for sight of her being there. As there abyss laughed at his plight, he kept digging before a monstrous being ripped from the dirt and attacked him. And, in the moment, the vision was gone from his mind.

.....Kneeling before the girl, the shaken lad lowered his head in a series of breathless gasps for the reassurance of reality. Feeling her heartbeats bring peace to his mind, he looked around to see the room with the same and the man was still standing at the doorwell. As the clocked showed that the vision only lasted a minute, it felt light it took longer. “Um…I suppose there must have been a reason for yer question, sir?”, he quickly stood and searched the office for his spell book. Trying to rid his mind of the vision, he began to wonder how his mother gets used to these type of thing. The feeling of so many thoughts and energies surging through his brain, scratching and clawing at his mind, he still wasn't used to that aspect of his abilities.

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@superstay:

"He might as well be a god." Ghost Bird answered the pigtailed woman. His thoughts now went to his god again. His master was far more ancient then the gods of greek myth, or so it claimed "When I say old god, I mean older then what we know." He clarified. The birdman's question was somewhat answered by Bela. This Morphisto had tormented this family for a long time it seemed. Perhaps, he could be an old enemy of the Old Warden.

Such speculation would have to be put on hold as Bela began a spell of sorts. Symbols unknown to Ghost Bird appeared on Bela's head and arms. He had no clue what was happening but he could tell through the smoke and light, that the detective was entertaining the woman's mind.

Several minutes passed and Bela began to gasp, he saw somthing in there, somthing dark. Remembering the name of his lord's greatest enemy, he explained "My god governs a realm of punishment for the wicked, it had many opposing forces against it. I feel its anticipation towards Morphisto, almost like dread. I need to know, does he refer to himself as the Crowned Clown?"

@dr_halloween:

“…unfortunately, I don’t know…I’m unaware of many answers pertaining to Morphisto…..”, the Jest stood with his hand planted against his chest. Resting on his racing heart, Bela realized the excitement of his heartbeat, because of the vision. Looking to his desk, he continued talking as he made his way back to it, “…it seems like it could be…..me father once told me of his tendency as a jester”. Making his way across the room, he opened one of the drawers and quickly grabbed a bottle that he had lying inside. Small and clear, it contained his medication. As two amber coloured pills slid into the bony palm of his pale hand, he spoke up. “Me parents never fully educated me on the matter of Morphisto…just issued me with the task of cleaning up his messes…”, he swallowed the two pills as he mind thought of his forefather’s knowledge of the devil lord. Returning the bottle to the drawer, he felt the calming of his heartrate. Breathing in relief of his withheld conditions, he continued thinking about the incident.

“…I couldn’t tell ye about the likes of gods and divine beings, that above me position…”, Bela looked over at the woman before grabbing his dark leather tool bag. Grabbing three of the foot long stakes that lied beside it, he began searching his office for his equipment. “…besides, locating that devil is never easy. We’d have a safer bet finding Luther Crest.”, the thin lad grabbed his two silver revolver and placed one in his belt holster, while putting the other in it his bag. With a box of silver bullets and a few small bottles of herbs and toxins, he reached for his pocket watch. Looking at the time, he closed in and dropped it into his front pants pocket. “…mi father buried his remains in a tomb across town. He should still be down there, gently sleeping…”, he grabbed the rest of his equipment before closing the case. “…if he is awakened, than maybe we could find some clues on who uncovered him…and if not, we could keep him from rising”, he stated with a firm grip on his silver dagger. Slipping it into his back belt loop, Bela opened one of his glass cabinets.

Pulling down a smooth stone of warm amber, he held it by the slim robe and looked towards a wooden bowl of clear water. Placed in the center of the cabinet, he lied the stone in the center of the bowel, before closing his eyes and beginning to chant. “Cara Deo, please bless this tuo in gloriam lapidem electri.”, he spoke words of solitude in Latin, as the tank of liquid began to glow a pure blue of artic proportions. Shimmering along his face, the light was heavenly in essence, “Et cum spiritu tuo fortitudo mea et bona voluntate tua, et potentiam tuam et transeamus ad cor morbo corporis ...”, he finished his ritual blessings while he pulled the trinket from the water and walked it over to the lady. Gently placing it around her sweating neck, he hoped it would infuse her with the strength to fight for life. As the sage continued flowing, the detective retrieved a small bowl of sweet honey. Sitting it on the nightstand next to her, he took a slab of it on a swab stick and rubs it along her neck wounds. Aiming to heal her, he lit the top bowel with a yellow flame of his wooden matchbook. Creating a rich smell of sweetness, he stood up slowly. “…and in the unfortunate heat of the moment, this is all I could do for the lass…”, he gazed upon her body with sadness in her predicament. “So, anything else ye wanted to know, by any chance?”, he question as he walked out of the room.

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@superstay:

Ghost Bird silently combed through the memories of his training. Back in those days his teacher, a monk cursed to train the avatars forever, explained the Crowned Clown to him. If their was a glass of water that represented our reality then the Crowned Clown was the cracks that let our world slip. The old god relished in breaking constraints, good and bad. Morphisto seemed to hold people against their wills, the likelihood of them being the same was diminishing. Still the birdman could not help but feel the worry of his master.

As Bela armed himself, Ghost Bird began to feel respect for the scrawny man. Though their gear was different, they both armed themselves for the inevitable dangers of the job. "Agreed, Luther should be top priority." his answer to the detective's plan.

Again, Bela began going into the realm the birdman did not understand. Watching the amber ritual, Ghost Bird noted the words for future reference. Feeling ready to go he answered Bela, "No more questions just two requests. first, if you are coming along I ask you refrain from killing unless their is no other option. Second, in the interest of trust I am going to reveal some of the secrets I use and know, do not tell any one."

@dr_halloween:

Fetching the bottle of pills, which he nearly forgot, the pale lad heard the man’s request. Knowing he wouldn’t have a chance of surviving without them, Bela began to answer the man’s request. “Of course, a true gentleman values all life…”, he bowed with class, before exiting the room. “…furthermore, I’m reasonably good at limiting mi eradication to demons and monster, who prove not will to comply with the living…..”, Bela took his trek down the staircase. “Outside of me father’s nihilistic redirect of chaos and madness, I’m rather humane in me motives. On the contrary of me occupation as a hunter of cryptids, that’s not even me main focus, killing them. Plenty live perfectly content lives on earth…”, the detective looked back at the birdman with a rough definition of his job. “…I only send the naughty one back to their home.”, he carried his kit down the stairs. “But, what else did ye have to tell me?”, he stopped and turned around to face the man. “…as ye could probably see, I live alone…and those two roughians are possibly the closest things I have to comrades…”, he smiled off his lonely lifestyle of solitude. While his lips curled in a manner that appear unusual, as if he was not accustomed to smiling, he continued. Standing in the middle of the floor, “I can keep a secret”, Bela nodded in assurance.

As the two rebellious youngsters stood outside, sucking up some fresh air, they relieved their minds with a chilling smoke. As Blaze leaned against the wall with their resting on his lips, his lady rested beside his torso. With his leather jacket wrapped around her, Harley warmed up next to the biker’s burning figure. “Ya this Morphisto’s trying to rise to earth, jefe?”, she looked up to his face covered in the fog of smoke. As her thoughts rang through his head, Ed took a deep drag of his white cig. “Well, ‘f dem baddy fah rise, than wi will point bullet pon dem, like wi fah do every other time, che…”, he reassured her of their success in freedom, so far. Gazing into her crystal clear face, baring the glimpse of sudden concern, she stared up to the hothead. “…yeah, supongo que tienes razón…ya’know, if he is here, it’ll be a matter of time before he’d be after us…”, she forced a giggle out in an attempt to disguise her underlying fear. As her mate signed a ‘yeah’, they both knew the devil held a deep rooted vengeance against them. Not only disobeying and broking away from him, they spent so much of their time killing his earthly minions that it was certain that they were among his hit list of enemies.

Harley was aware of Morphisto’s wrath far more that Ed, who escaped long before she did. So, the demonic lass chilled with the thought of what she would experience if she was caught again. Knowing she was very worried about the demon king, the rockster wrapped his thick arms around her small pale frame. Staring at the blurred image of the full moon, the stocky man recognized the night was covering some sort of mystery, just like the moist fog that blinded ol’ luna. Holding Harley close to him, calming whatever concerns she had, he erupted into a chuckle. “Ey, at least we’ll haf the lot ah dem b@stards ti kill ‘fore wi fah go, ye’know?”, he stood her up straight and smiled. As the image of the demonic hordes that lied at the king’s command, Ed looked to the bright side. “…think ah all ti bloody bumbi wi fah kill before they tek ah wi down…”, he took another drag of the cig. As she lightly smiled at the thought of tearing through Morphisto’s men, Blaze continued. “…mean, mi hear he fah haf demons with no blood”, he began a little quip of a light hearted phrase. As her smile widened, “…we’ll make ‘em bleed”, she replied with a soft jab to his thick jaw. As the idea of bringing more pain to the devil king's plan for domination, the playful comment brought a joyful smile to both of their faces, and bounced her out of the funk.

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@superstay:

Ghost Bird felt sorry for the man, living all alone. It was times like these that made him appreciate the family he had at home. Pressing a button on the side of his belt, spoke loud enough for only Bela to hear. "Eyes, come in, we can break silence for now." the birdman said in an unaltered voice.

On the other end the voice of an asian man called out, Joseph's bulter, Hiroshi, came through, "Yes Master Ghost Bird, what do you need?" The birdman answered, "We have a temporary ally, I will relay any questions he has to you, investigate."

"As you wish." Horoshi answered. Ghost Bird then addressed Bela, "The man I was talking to is my most trusted friend. I kept silence with him in order to create this illusion of me. He will analyze and research anything you want, just say the word."

@dr_halloween:

Staring at the mysterious figure, the thin gentleman stood before the man’s reveal. With a look of full wonder, he was surprised by the birdman’s reveal of an intelligence officer. Someone was working with the stalking figure, Bela almost thought the fellow was an actual being beyond the average mortal man. Still shrouded in mystery, he still could have been something more than human. Or just a bloke behind a mask, the young Jest thought to the few characters he knew, who worked similarly to this gentleman. “Well, I assume it to be a pleasure to meet ye…..”, he humbled his thoughts before bowing to the new presence that was now in the mix. Straightening up his frame, he smirked and looked to the door. Remembering the task at hand, he thought about whatever questions he could ask the man. With nothing of importance springing to his mind, the pale lad spoke again. “I don’t believe I have any questions, at this moment…..but, I do believe it’s relieving to know we’ll have academic assistance on our investigation.”, he began his trek for the door.

“But, we must hurry along for the grim yards…the dead awaits…”, he walked out of the house and onto the doorstep to see two rebels laughing about something. Bellowing out in joy, they joked and played until Harley noticed the detective. “Hola, amigo... ¿qué pasa con la dama?”, her Hispanic tongue asked about the unconscious lady that rested upstairs. “…she’ll be alright. I managed to break the spell, I consider…..”, Bela looked to the two before Blaze spoke. Taking a deep drag of his white cig, he licked his lips, “So, whar ah ye off pon, boss?”. Still holding the petite pale woman, the biker listened to the man that stood under his height level. “…we’re off to investigated the grave of Luther Crest, hopefully get a lead on who’s behind this all…”, he informed them before getting to an important matter, “Would ye to mind watching the lass, encase she come around?”. Getting agreeing nods from both of them, the Jest looked at them with half smiles, “…and, please don’t startle her with sadistic comments. The lass’ll like be scared to death…”.

“no hay problema, señor…we got ya”, Harley grinned with her usual large smile, her mate seconded her, “Yea, wi fah know how ti act…”. As the gentleman glared with seriousness in their treatment of the lady, the two knew he was thoughtful in his statement. “Time is of the essence, Bla-”, the investigator began before being cut off by the greaser. “...than use mi car…it fah get ye thar, quickly…”, the Caribbean man smiled at his beautiful machine of steel and power. Knowing his vehicle was hellishly fast, he offered it off to the Jest, who turned it down with a light bow of his head. “Oh no, to all due respect, I’m afraid ye lovely automobile is far too much for me…..”, he waved off the courteous offer before remembering. “Oh, and could ye send me a photo of that bit, along her neck, it might come in handy, ey…”, he nodded to Harley before Blaze pulled the girl’s wallet out of his pocket. Tossing it to him for good measures, the bloke figured Bela would have better use for it. Catching it in his lengthy fingers, he smiled at the two wild ones, "Stay here, and watch her.....don't let her leave from here, I fear trouble is looming ever so near...". Gazing at the misty night, he felt the chilling air that stalked all of them from the outside. As he waited for birdman, he looked to his car, which sat parked farther into the alleyway.

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@superstay:

"See Master, when you put your mind to it, you make such lovely friends." Hiroshi declared with dry wit. Ignoring his butler's jab, Ghost nodded his head, "Yes, let's not waste anymore time."

Following Bela outside, the birdman caught the laughter of the violent couple. He turned his voice modifier back on while the detective gave them their orders. There was no point sharing his secrets with them. Before moving to Bela's car, Ghost Bird looked to the greaser and croaked,

"I understand your feelings on the matter of punishment. I would like nothing more then to line up every piece of filth in this world and execute them painfully. However, doing so has consequences unseen by most. If you continue down your path, I will be forced to deal with you someday."

@dr_halloween:

@dr_halloween:

As Harley couldn’t help but laugh, wondered how powerful this masked figure was, she admired the lad's consistency in getting them on the straightened arrow. Thinking he must be of great power to feel he could stop them, she looked to her taller companion. Staring into the face of the fellow, the rebellious biker knew the man was likely serious. Trying to get him to turn around his life, Blaze smirked with his flamed cig rest between his lips. A fire that rose in a single flame, for a couple inches, the spark lied on the edge of the white object, as if it was a match. Surrounded by the blue blackness of the cold night, the hotrod was highlighted by the glow of the cig, which rippled off the smoke that danced with the flame. As the smoke covered his glaring eyes, he licked his heated lips once his lady stripped the cig from his possession. “lo que digas”, she jokingly muttered through the smoke in Spanish, as the stocky man looked into the eyes of the mask. "Que tan persistente", she snickered through the smoke, as she took a drag of the reliever. The birdman wasn't the first to ask them to stop, nor was he the first to warm them with threats on their wild and free wellbeing. Not planning on changing his ways any time soon, both of the demons were well pass that forked road. Content in their lifestyle, which they set upon while in darkness of their individual upbringings, the two were very much ready to take their sins to whoever had an issue with it. Blaze thought about the highway of hell that they rode upon, and all that they have witnessed, “…Ow, ye’d be surprised at what mi haf seen, inna mi days…”. Pulling himself from the wall, he faced the cloaked figure, with his head held high in the knowledge of what they were doing.

“…if ye had ti ‘pleasure’ ah livin’ ah life similar ti mi own, ye’d know da difference between filth an’ ti irredeemable…..”, he looked intensely at the figure. Alluring to the hellish nature of being able to sense the work of wickedness, “Ti smell of evil…it’s ah stench mi ‘ave no remorse fah…ah strong stench. A overpowering odor that poisons the world, anna dem who live within it, mi haf no feelin’ fah dem who bring said evils ti dis world…”, he stood across from the man’s warmings. As Harley stepped onto the doorsteps, preparing to go check on the girl upstairs, the biker continued staring. “…I’m fully aware and alright wid what mi do…..I enjoy it”, he broadly rose his head to the many wicked evils he himself was the fault of. Knowing he was no better than the filth he murders, he still proudly accepted his fate. Feeling the weightiness of the man’s words, Blaze parted his lips to speak again, “So, if ye plan pon comin’ bak ti do mi inna…I’ll be lookin’ forward t’ it, boss…..”.

Hoping the birdman was actually going to try to stop him, one day, both of the rebels assumed the fight would be an entertaining one. With Harley’s eyes oozing excitement for what could be held in their future, as if the birdman’s pursuit of them was equivalent to a fieldtrip or concert, they both saw it as something to look forward to in anticipation. A last ride to whatever underworld lied for them, Blaze looked to Bela before walking to his car. As the lady skipped inside, Blaze turned his radio up and grabs a bottle of whatever raw liquor he had lying about. Wrapping his lips around it, he broke from it to ask the detective if he could invite his dog into the house. To which the lad did, the wolfish hound followed after the pigtailed woman, as Ed took his position on the wall. Soaking in the misty smell of mystery’s frosty touch, as it brushed along his heated face, he looked to the crisp moon’s glow and smiled at the scent of whatever lied around the corner of the future.

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@superstay:

With a sigh, Ghost Bird turned his back on the duo. If only they could see what he sees, hear what he hears. Every minute, spirits parted from their bodies crying for revenge. Some get what they want, and most of them become corrupted by that act. They become unable to move on and turn into something horrid.

"I have given my warning, do with it what you will." Ghost Bird said with a hint of frustration. He then moved to Bela's car and waited for the detective.

@dr_halloween:

With a smile on his face, the thick-framed lad lied his head back and smiled, as his mind emptied into the music that crooned out of his car. Soft and harmonic, the smooth tropic rhythms oozed flavors into the alley that Bela stood farther into. Placing his bag in the backseat of his vehicle, the Jest stood in the bright red glow of the Ed’s headlights. As his plain black Austin 1800 sat within the bright shine of the glossy muscle car, it rested under the moisture of dew buildup as the detective walked around the vehicle to the driver’s door. “…remember what I ask, Blaze…please keep the lass from running away, if she does happen to wake. I worry, the uncertainty of the night may not favo-”, he turned to the white-t topped greaser and began to remind him. “Ay, boss…go pon fi way, now…”, he interrupted the cautious man’s explanation of what he already knew, “dis isn’t mi first rodeo…”. Chuckling as he drank his drink, his breath blew through the air like boiling steam against a block of ice, “…besides, Harley could convince her”.

Knowing what the demon meant by his comment, Bela was sure he was referring to manipulating her, “I’m serious Ed, take care of the lass…”. With a more defensive tone, the greaser calmly retorted, “Okay, okay, mi got ye,, boss…..”, he stretched his neck and shrugged his shoulders like a offended child, “…gee, ye act like we’re monsters”. As the Jest stared up his car’s engine, he looked back at the stocking being. “…if ye hair’s slick…”, he slyly muttered lightheartedly, immediately causing laughter from the demon. “Ajaja, ‘if ye hair’s slick’? That was a good one…”, he chuckled off the man’s jabbing comment with the same degree of strive, “…if ye cap fits, mi guess”. Leaving the rocker on the wall, Bela sat in the front seat of his car and opened the wallet. Looking at her ID and hotel card, he noted the information about the girl, before waiting for the birdman to join along. As the British modeled automobile purred under the growling roar of the car that lied at the end of the alleyway, Bela's vehicle sat parked against the brick wall.

While the punky female sat in a wooden chair, in the detective's office, she stared at the unconscious woman. Surrounded by the smoke and and fog of the sage and burning honey, the young lady soaked up the healing potion, Harley stared at her helpless predicament. Taken advantage of and driven into a weaken state of helplessness, the regularly sadistic woman felt bad for the poor girl. Remembering her own past experiences, she could relate to the sleeping woman. Drawing a somber expression across the demon's face, as she waited in the silence of the room with on the ticking grandfather clock making a sound, the pale lady looked into the youthful face of the figure. "Someone really pulled a number on ya, huh doll?", Harley stood up and left to strike a fire in the office's brick-constructed fireplace, to get her mind off of their unfortunately shared similarities. "Ya'know, tou need to start taking care of ya'self...", she began to spoke to the unconscious lady. "I mean, por el amor de Dios, ah tiny niña like tou should know better...", Standing up and walking back to the body, she spoke as if the woman was woke. "Ya'know...when I was your age, I would carry two switchblades on mi...and, I know that was a different time, Un tiempo frío y oscuro, but, ya have to prepare ya'self, just in case, hun...", she sat back in her seat before continuing rambling on about her past experiences with running around in shady areas.

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@superstay:

Waiting for Bela, Ghost Bird began the process of clearing his mind. This night was putting him on edge. The normal low chatter of wayward spirits was steadily getting louder, threatening to over take him. With controled breathing, he was able to return the sound to a low mumble. Next, he felt the wound on his shoulder. It had stopped bleeding and was already in the process of healing. In a few hours, it would look like he was never shot.

The birdman entered after Bela, choosing to sit in the back. Turning off the modifier, he asked, "Those two, what happened to them?"

@dr_halloween:

Sitting on the left side of the European car, the Brit smiled once the man entered into the backseat. Holding the wheel of the purring machine, Bela pulled down the alley and through to the other end. Out of the darkness and into the dim glow of the street lamp post, he began driving down the windy road. As building stood close on both sides of him, he took in the man’s question and thought for an answer. “…who, Ed and Harley?”, he checked for confirmation, before thinking to the past. Navigating around in his brain, he searched for what he knew about them both. “I’m still only aware of small bits of their lives.”, he organized his thoughts, “…they never really tell me much…but, from what me father would tell…”. Turning a corner, he continued driving as he spoke, “…they’ve had rather a bit of rough upbringings…ya’know, the rubbish ‘born into unluck’ type infortune?”. As the stories his pa told him flushed his head with thoughts of how they could have lives, he continued talking to the birdman. “…..any matter, they fell into degeneracy and carelessness, which led to Morphisto claiming them…”, he stopped at a quiet light, as he watched a few vehicles and a double-decker bus pass. Returning to his memory, “…that’s about all I know about their lives before Morphisto…”, he stated. Knowing that their human lives were fairly lost to the unknown abyss of time, Bela took a heavy breath in thoughtfulness.

“…..the devil twisted and warped them into becoming beings of his army…well, he didn’t really have to do much…”, the Jest lightheartedly allured to the fact that the two were supposedly filled with enough anger and spite from their past lives. “Me father tells me they were given important tasks in his army, and were quite highly ranked demons”, he spoke with more luster, since this part of the story he knew more about. “Harley was a slave to lust and sadism, succubus to man, she would manipulate and corrupt the weak into selling themselves away to the dark lord…”, his voice filled with the unfortunate disguise at all the poor souls that were wrought into that hell of torment. As one of the few things the two would speak about, he had a vivid idea at how terrorizing the job was. “…I’ve been told that the devil has numerous more, like her…”, the lost and vulnerable being manipulated by a monstrous master, Bela lowered his head in how much he disliked Morphisto.

“…she is one of the few to have escaped, sometime after Ed did…in fact, I do believe he inspired the lass to”, he pieced together bits and pieces of what they have given him. “Ed was an enforcer of to the devil; tracking and killing any and all who broke away from that hell’s grip”, the detective drove through the dark lanes and streets before ending up on another avenue. As the city winded around him with the architecture of Latin Europe, they rode pass rich structures and buildings. “Mi father learned of him and his violent nature for finding and killing some of the strongest demons.”, the Jest was well aware of the events that came after. “If ye asked mi father, it was a necessary evil, trying to free the demon...fortunate enough for him, Blaze hated having to listen to Morphisto, and wanted anyway out. So, mi pa helped him get free…..Harley soon broke loose afterwards, and here we are…”, he smirked at finally catching up to date. Looking back at the birdman, “while, mi father didn’t anticipate that they would not take orders from him either, their hatred for Morphisto does lead them to being on our side. So, necessary evil, he was right, mi guess…”, he chuckled before falling into a good laugh. “Ye’know it’s ironic…the one created to track and kill runaways, became the biggest runaway of them all…”, he laughed off the comment before wondering if his father knew about it. As they continued travel forth, for the cemetery. As the pale figure looked back at the questioning man, he wondered, "...why ye ask?".

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@superstay:

The ride and information gave the Ghost Bird some clarity of mind. Blaze and Harley, the two's story hit a certain cord with him. Not so long ago he was on the way to selfish self destruction. Just a rich boy with too time on his hands. If things turned out different that day on his boat, he could of been in the two's shoes.

"Mr. Jest, thank you for the information." Ghost Bird said in a an unaltered voice, choosing to keep his answer to himself. Tragic though they may be, the birdman could not turn a blind eye to them forever. "Let's focus on the mission."

@dr_halloween:

“Very well…I suppose it's for the best to resume important matters”, he agreed to focus his roaming attention back to the grave issues before them. As the street lamps glowed a murky glaze into the dew-drowned windshield, the car slowed around another corner. With the street sign reading ‘St. Matthew’s Cemetery’, Bela knew they were within reach of their destination. Pulling on down the long stretch of road, the night’s atmosphere grew quiet, empty and lonely. While they still lingered in the city, the cluttered of trees and open fields of grass left the appearance of the woods. Secluded and isolated, the graveyard sat surrounded by a large range of forest, leaving the Jest to think of his home grounds. An estate that lied on the farther side of the country, he soaked into the airy environment, as the car travelled into the cemetery and through the moonlit forest. With the sight of the brick road curling into a sea of tombstones and statues, he eventually stopped on top of a hill. In the center of the graveyard, the wind blew with intensity, as Bela took a few seconds to remember the spot that Crest was buried, he gazed over their location. “Well, here we are…”, he stated before opening the door.

Hearing the hooting of owls and the chilling whistle of the night, the dim lamp post stretch out in a faded distance, leaving much darkness to enclose them. As hollow gaps of trees stood high into the air, the fog ran thick and pure of wetness. Grabbing his bag of tools, “Crest should be resting in a mausoleum, to the north of our position…” the Jest turned off the engine and removed himself from the seat. As the feeling of death lurked near him, crawling up his spine, the icy night called at him, as his eyes looked to the tomb that sat beyond a hill of stone slabs and figures. Seeing a long field of forest and woodland area, he was brought back to the memories of his childhood at his estate ground. He thought about his folks, before the thought of his mother flashed into his head. Warming and nurturing, the image was very inviting. In fact, too inviting.

His mind was met with a flood of real senses, from the rich scent of her lavender fragrance, to the enriching feel of her heavenly presence. The young Jest child felt her beside him in his mind, drawing his attention into the woman’s mind. As he heard the soothing sound of her even time humming, the detective felt her voice as clear as the wind, speaking within his mind. “Bela, me dear son, I beg of you to uphold yourself with care”, she gently breathed around him, warning his with caution. The Jest froze in silence for a second, “…you must prepare yourself for the night ahead of you…..I will be with you, me dear…”, she echoed in his head before leaving him to rejoin the scene at hand. As he regain his composure with a few jitters, pulling a small L-shaped flashlight from his car door. “We best move for…the tomb…..bats have been known to blindly fly dangerously close to the ground, at this point of night.”, he turned on the clear light, illuminating the dark path ahead of him.

While trees rustled and leaves and twigs crackled, he stood on edge, with constant glares over his shoulder. Aiming his light into the direction of the crypt, he stared at the numerous headstones, before noticing the many angelic figures standing in the midst of the eternally rested. Unsure of what might be lurking in the darkness, the sunken gentleman was set to the mission. "...so, if Crest is within his tomb, we must bard it up, to prevent him from being risen", he coldly stated as he heavily felt the weight of the spiritual presence within the many acres of grimness.

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@superstay:

Cemeteries were always difficult to traverse for Ghost Bird. It was a bed for those who clung to this world and a harsh reality that he could not save everyone, alive or dead. St. Matthew's was no exception. As soon as they entered he hear them,

"No no, please God!"

"My baby, where is he!"

"Mommy!"

The birdman's focus was split between Bela and the forlorn spirits he could only see. They came, clung to him, begged him for help. His scent was beacon of hope, but he could not offer it this day. This misson was to important. "Yes, stop Crest, whatever it takes." he answered Bela as best he could over the silent wails.

@dr_halloween:

Slow and easy, the pale man stepped through cluttered fields of markers. Stone markers of the ultimate end, he still heard the humming words of her. Calling for his strength, she begged for him to stand tall as his marched past tombstones. Each catching his eyes with names and dates, statements of farewells and memories of somberness, he hung on the hymn of the lady who passed down this unfortunate ability to him. As his mind grazed through the sea of grim energies and essences, Bela was dragged into the history behind those who lied barren. With his light lying over the tall marble statue of the clothed woman with wings of wonder, his breath got heavy and cold. As he slowed to the increasingly cold temperature, he heard her speak to him. “Stay with me, Bela…keep ye thoughts here, in me arms, and I will guide you…”, her soft voice straightened him and pushed him forward. Knowing his mind would flood him with the visions of their past, his mother tried to help him cope with everything that flooded his head. As only a nurturing being would do, she knew he was not as experience of a medium as her. But, the task that they all had was too important for to be eased into. And, her humming song calmed him with the knowledge that she once went through the same. While a pale glow snuke over the murky distance, the trees became filled with oozing a ectoplasm. Dawning in the detective's mind, he reached for his pocket watch. Opening it, he noticed the frantic needle on the compass-end. Marking throwing of the magnetic fields, he now knew he wasn't experiencing a trick of the mind, and he was actually within the presence of the spiritual.

However, even with her in mind, he still wasn’t able to avoid the flooding of his head. Beginning to see his own breath, in a haze of blue light, the wind started glowing before him. An image of light began to creep up from one of the graves. Through the dirt and into the air, two more did the same. Metaphysical and bright with energy, they wailed and moaned in whimpers of grief for whatever trapped them to this yard. “Stay with me, Bela”, he shook his head straight, as he walked through one of the apparitions. With his flashlight held high, he looked through, trying his best to ignore the spirits that grabbed and tugged at him. Pulling his body with their weight, pulling his mind with their burton, and pulling his heart with their pain, they seem to have followed him…or more so, his partner. Begging for help and salvation from their torture, Bela listened with his posture focused on the stone tomb.

“…I’m trying mum…I have it under control…I have it-”, he began to cough, as his hand gripped his chest. Clawing at his heart, he felt his blood pumping intensely, before he stopped against a headstone. Tall and solid, it held him up to his shaken feet, as he searched for his medicine. Ripping the bottle from his pocket, he began to open it and take one of the amber-coloured pills. With a few deep breaths, he pulled himself back to his feet. But, frozen in his action, he heard as sound that drowned out every other. Clawing and shuffling, he heard the dirt shifting beneath his feet. Immediately looking down at the grassy flow, he noticed the wind blowing thunderously, before his gazing eyes shifted through the blades of green to see the dirt tunneling up. As he looked to see that they were halfway towards the crypt, he was shocked by the erupting hands from the grave. Shooting out of the ground, the rotted green hands grabbed his legs and yanked him down into the dirt. “BLOODY HEL-!”, he yelped before feeling an inhuman force dragging him down, while clawing itself up. Unable to see what was happening, after he dropped his flashlight, he finally witnessed his attackers once the skies lit up with a wave of lightning.

Ghouls of the undead, the rotten beings began to pull themselves up. As Bela was trapped by the two that grabbed him deep into the plot, three began escaped from their own graves. Noticing the birdman, they growled with monstrous savagery, as the ghost fled with fear. Running and leaping for the mysterious figure, the Jest pulled his sawed-off shotgun and aimed at one of the underworld’s natives. Firing into the air, his thunderous shot was drowned out by actual sound of thunder. Shaking the ground that they stood on, the booming sound finally followed the first strike of light. As the bullet hit beast in the torso, it threw him back in midair, before Bela looked down to the dirt. “…they're ghouls…they must be guarding Luther's tomb”, he shot two blasts into the plot of wet soil, blowing one's arm off from the shoulder, as the other began to claw and punch at him. As thin as skeletons, they were covered in the flesh that fell from them, and the blood of those that they have eaten. Too alert to be zombies, yet not strong enough to be vampires, these beings were lingering somewhere inbetween. While more emerged, four found their way around the birdman.

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@superstay:

"Please, find who killed me, I want revenge!"

Doing his best to ignore the spirits the clung to him, Ghost Bird only noticed something was amiss when it was too late. The ghosts had scattered leaving monterous creatures in their place. Bela's gun shot alerted him to the surrounding abominations. Ghouls, from what the detective said, they were guard dogs of sorts.

Striking first, the birdman gracefully jumped towards one of the four, kicking its back with falling force. However, the rest soon followed in a savage assault. Ghost Bird had strength beyond any normal man, but so did these ghouls. He got a few strikes in before being knocked down. Pieces of his segmented body armor flew off and blood flowed as their claws dug in.

'They are mindless creatures, why am I holding back?' he thought as the pain began set in. He knew why, the failure of his training, the day he let loose and killed when he should have pacified. 'It is okay, my hand, unleash your fury for you are me.' the voice of his master rang far away but it was all he needed.

Anger and hatered, for the scum of the world, for the misguided Blaze, for his master, and for himself. They all were free at that moment. Steel tipped claws flashed in a wild flury. Blood, eyes, an a jaw were hit with the unnatural strength granted him. He flung them off and scrambled to his feet. Mask cracked and body bloodied, Hiroshi's voice called him, "Joseph, what is going on, Joseph!?"

To late, Joseph was buried now, the avatar was truely out. "I am my master, I am immortal!" he yelled as a bloodlust took hold, the need to hold back gone. He struck with claws out, graceful and savage as a hawk.

@dr_halloween:

As he was being dragged deep into the dirt, like a sinkhole in the ditch, the detective felt his chest being held tightly. Bela knew he had to fight back, so he pulled out his foot long silver bowie knife. Shining under the light of the moon’s somber brightness, he dug the thick blade deep into the neck of the creature. As it glared with an icy eye oozing of blood and puss, he gripped the bone handle of the survivalist knife. While blood splattered over his hand, the ghoul gasped as he cleaved the razor-edged metal out and raised it high above his head. Bringing it back down with force, he finally ended the life of the hand that clawed at him. Cutting the thing’s hand off, the Jest immediately redirected the knife to slice straight into the chest of the second beast.

Now nearly underground, he lifted his head to the breezy sky. Taking a deep breath of air, Bela took a long hiss of air, before being pulled under. Quickly noticing the birdman’s easy work with the creatures, he thought to their deaths. “…Dismember and burn the-!!!”, he yelled with passion, as they two bloody ghouls dragged him into the dirt. Knowing the ghouls needed to be burned and/or dismembered in order to keep them from rising again, he hoped his partner knew. With the rotten fist gripping at his jacket and hair, he became overtaken by the dirt and grass. In an enclaved trench of debris and earth, he was dragged down into the grave, where a coffin lied present. As the young Jest slashed at the gut of the one armed figure, he stabbed up into the jaw of the second. Holding his sawed-off, he fired into the first’s head, blowing it apart. Still jamming the blade into the ghoul’s head, Bela pushed the thing down and held it there. Ripped shirt and torn jacket, the pale man was covered in the blood and flesh of the monsters. Taking his knife and pushing it higher into the skull, he drove it into the brain.

While a few more of the ghouls rose from the ground, aiming to attack the visible man, they sprinted and hurled themselves with savage lips of rabid intent. Furthering their trouble, Bela began to feel his racing pulse. As the pouring dirt loosened over his head, he started pushing up against the debris that buried him. Feeling his heart pump and drive him upward, his adrenaline boost helped him combat the force and climb his way out. Fighting his heart, he eventually met the surface, as the sweet taste of fresh air filled his dust-cluttered throat. Catching his breath and trying to slow his heartrate, he huffed at the amount of testosterone that was rushing his system. Knowing he couldn’t allow himself to fall into blood rush, Bela hustled out of the grave and into the shadows. Behind the headstones and into the darkness, he fell to his knees and began deeply breathing to calm himself down.

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@superstay:

Keeping to his agility, Ghost Bird moved about, never spending to much time on one opponent. He would break legs, throw bodies, and blind eyes just to handicap numbers. The pain he felt was drowned out by state of mind. However, he was not immune to fatigue, the ghouls were.

'Dismember? Burn? Yes, it will stop them, punish them!' His mind raced as a voice told him what to do. Was it Bela? He could not tell, nor did he care at this point. The avatar unsheathed his hooked daggers. With enough force, he could cut through bone.

He went to work on the one that lunged first. Slice its stomach in mid air and wrestling it to the ground. With savage grace, the birdman cut its arms off, then legs, then head. He then moved as the others pounced and went back to his previous hit and run tactics. This time limbs were flying.

@dr_halloween:

Holding onto the earth with one hand and his two weapons with the other, the shaggy haired man stared into his own rush of energy. Feeling the rate of his core thumping hard and heavy, he scrummed to his shaking feet and stumbled away from the scene. Droning through the darkness of the graveyard, he felt the seclusion of the wind soaring past him. Struggling to reload his sawed-off, he looked to the uncertain blackness in the distance. Preparing to step farther into it, he thought of how to burn all of these creatures. Gasping from peace of body, Bela’s mind fought for a meditative state of composure. As he moved for his blade, he heard the slashing of the rotten flesh that was shredded before the birdman. Handling himself enough, the detective began to journey back to a nearby stone head. Searching for a shovel to dig up a ditch, he found one leaning a distance away. While the fight continued between the savagely swift ghouls and the highly skilled birdman, the hastily breathing Jest grabbed the tool and quickly moved back to the grave that he was previously drowned in.

Pulling his gun up to fire at and narrowly hitting the front of a surfacing beast, he looked around to see blood and flesh lying around the region. As the stench built up and compelled him to near disgust, Bela began digging up the grave. Being watched by the eyes of the clothed statue that stood over the plot, he removed the shuffled soil. Enough to uncover five feet of a hole, he used the shovel to drag the closest bodies into the grave. “…we should probably burn these blokes…”, he muttered to the enraged figure, as he saw most of the ghouls lying dead, with only two left alive. Broken on the ground, Bela kneeled before it and sliced off its snarling head. Tossing it into the hole, he lifted the body and tossed it as well. “…Ghouls are a bloody mess to handle…savage scavengers that require complete destruction to fully kill…”, he spoke as he pushed and pulled the numerous limbs and body parts into the hole. While some of the continued moving, clawing, and growling, the trained gentleman filled the small plot with the ghouls.

“…but, they make decent pawns, if one has little care for how the task gets done”, he spoke before stopping in front of hit kit. Kneeling down, he took another one of his tablets, since he was calm enough to not burn straight through them. Looking into the bag, he pulled out a small container of water. Clear and icy, it radiated with an odd warmth of otherworldly purity. As Bela stared into the filthy pit of blood and boney flesh, he closed his eyes to the hole and began to bless the bottle in Latin, holding it to his forehead’s temple of thought, before opening it. Sprinkling a swig into the grave and over the monstrous beast, he dressed them with a dose of blessed essence. Splashing a small bit over his right hand, he spoke in the old roman tongue as he made the gesture of the cross. Feeling the drizzling rain pour from the sky, he stood up and pulled out a matchbook. Holding in close to his frail figure, he struck a match and dropped it into the snarling ditch, immediately witnessing an engulfing flame of bright flames.

Standing before the warmth of the fire, as it rose high out of the five foot deep hole, he corked the container and lifted the shovel. Soaking in the soothing heat, he looked to the tomb with the idea that the ghouls assured Luther’s participation in this. Looking around for his flashlight, he whipped his bloody hands with the serviette napkin from his back pocket. “…we should hurry, something tell me these chaps aren’t alone…”, he placed his lengthy hand to his neck, feeling his voice scratch at his throat. Buckling up the bottle half of his jacket, he felt the rain begin to grow into a hefty fall. Flickering with lightning, the clouds thickened with blackness. Lifting his kit and flashlight, Bela started walking towards the crypt.

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@superstay:

"Joseph, Joesph!"

The voice of Hiroshi snapped him from his frenzy. Around him were dismembered limbs, still twiching. Blood dripped from his weapons and hands, a grim reminder of what he was capable of.

'Good my hand, but there is more to be done.' a whisper from his lord. "What?" Ghost Bird asked out loud. The voice vanished, being replaced by Bela's explanation of Ghouls. The birdman stumbled to a headstone, gripping it tight he took a large breath.

Hiroshi spoke again"Joseph, are you ok, your stress levels spiked?" Ghost Bird quickly answered, "I am fine, had to let go again, brief you after the misson." Regaining his composure he went to help Bela. Worry crept over him, hopefully he would not have to let go again.

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Bela's Office / 12:36 AM

“AAAHHHHH!!!”, a screech came bellowing out from inside Bela’s office. As Harley held her hands up in passive attempted at calming the situation, the punky girl stared into the eyes of the heavily startled lass who was finally awake. With the sight of place and woman she didn’t know, and the memory of an attack she couldn’t forget, the girl screamed for help. Coughing from the hefty amount of smoke the hovered around her, her lungs belted a sound that kept halting the pig-tailed lady from getting in a word. “Calm dow-”, the pale lady began before being interrupted by the lady’s leap off of the couch. Weak in the knees, she stumbled into the small lady, who caught her before she hit the ground. Still fighting to get away, the petrified girl pushed herself up and off of the Latina.

Darting for the door, she was met with the sight of the stocky greaser moving up the stairs. Hefty and tall, he stood before her with a confused look on his sternly stiffened face. As the dog stood at the bottom of the staircase, the girl clumsily tripped over her flimsy feet, upon seeing the man who came checking on the commotion that could be heard from outside. “What ti hell’s goin’ on fi here, che?”, he abruptly bawled up the chestnut hall, as the poor girl flew out into a stilted stumble before him. Frail and lightly lifted off her weakened feet, she fell against the wall-solid chest of Blaze before bouncing back to the floor. Trembling under the frightening view of the intimidating figure, she jumped with distress as Harley kneeled beside her, “Hun, calm down…..we’re ya friends”. Smiling at the woman who cowered into the railing of the cold staircase, the weeping girl found herself caught in the gaze of the punkster’s eyes. As the rebel stared deep into the purely blue pupils of lass, she softly placed her hand on the shoulder of the girl. “…we’re here to help, hermana…..you’re safe”, she smoothly guided the lady into a tranquil trace, “Now, I can’t help you, if you keep screaming…so, would you mind some water?”. Getting a trembling nod from the girl, Harley deeply smiled with a peppy tip of her head. “Good!, ”, looking to the worried companion of her’s, “…¿La mente que consigue la muchacha pobre un poco de agua?”, the biker began his descend from the staircase, to get some water for the lady.

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Meanwhile, at St. Matthew's

Standing at the shadowy doorway of the tomb, the shaggy haired man felt the air flow from behind the stone threshold to the crypt. Flipping on his flashlight, he looked to the gargoyle looming roof before he walked through to the dark room of stale air and soil. Stepping of dirt and gravel, Bela aimed his light around before see a lantern hanging on the wall. Moving under its high position, he took his lighter and lit it. As a buzz vibrated his hip, the young man retrieved a phone from his pocket. Unlocking it to see that the punky lady had sent him the neck photo, a few minutes ago, he saw a text from her male counterpart. Alerting him that the lady was awake, the Jest soon placed his gun away. Surrounded by shadows, he stood under the lit oil lantern. While the stone interior left a cold chamber, it was still better than the outside. Hearing the rain pick up and thump against the graveyard floor, the detective lit the lantern of the opposite side of the room before stepping to the door that stood opposite the entrance.

A stone door, it was sealed shut and lock them out of the burial quarters of Mr. Crest. Trying his hardest to push against the rock-solid door, the frail gentleman was no being of brute force. “…great, it’s locked…..I wonder how that bloody happened?”, he muttered to himself with a trace of mild frustration in his Awekian accent rooted in his forefather’s Liverpool descent. Smelling a scent of magic, he stopped pushing on it, knowing he wasn’t going to get it to budge. Walking to the door, he gave up on the main entrance that would require more strength to move, Bela looked to his partner as he kneeled before his carrier bag. “…the door seems to be sealed shut…I’m not getting through there”, he pulled out a small necklace container while looking back at the only immediate entrance to the coffin of Luther. “Easy observation would point to our wee friend being the source…..”, he opened his case to see a full tube of salts, “…their some type of magic helping to enforce it”. Pouring a line of salt along the threshold of the first passage, the medium used to power of the salt to protect the chamber from the wickedness of anything evils that lied outside of the door.

“I’ll be off to find an alternate path…there may be another door, or a window…”, he stood up with flashlight in hand. Closing the case and placing the necklace around his neck, he held his cross necklace close to him before stepping through the shielding threshold and into the flickering storm. As the night blew strong and misty, the moist air dragged him with pressure. And, Bela buttoned up the rest of his jacket before stepping into the flickering storm. While a blinding strike of lightning filled the sky, striking the ground beyond the trees, the rain popped under the soundwave of thunder.

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@superstay:

Ghost Bird did not object to Bela's plan, he needed a moment to think on the fight. However, he did say, "I'll see what I can do here, if you need my help, use this." He handed the detective a device from his belt. When thrown it would emit a cry similar to the one his mask made.

Waiting for him to leave, the birdman began feeling the locked door. 'Brute force will not break that, my avatar.' the croaking voice of his master. Ghost Bird merely scoffed, "Three in one night, are you actually going to help?" He punched the door with all his might, no budge. 'I am helping avatar, you are me, my will, my hand.'

Giving up, Ghost Bird asked, "If I am you, then enlighten me. What is the difference between those ghouls and the beasts I am forced to spare?"

@dr_halloween:

Walking around the stone tomb, the pale gentleman pointed his blaring flashlight into the darkness. Heading around the side, he walked through wet leaves and grass blades, as he heard the howls and hoots of nature. Filling the forest that surrounded them, the moon’s glow was trapped behind the black clouds. As they flickered with the pulsing surge of lightning, thunder busted and boomed in the background, as the rain fell with heaviness. Intensity thumped into the dirt of the cold graveyard. As it the chilling wind echoed off of each headstone and statue. Bela looked around the black night, before finding a fogged window. Small and thick, the single glass was covered in steamed thickness. While the flashlight shined onto the window, it glared through and dimly reflected the inside of the room. While the dew and debris was heavily clogging, to the point of blinding the majority of the view, the detective could not really made out much.

Looking closely to the glass, he examined it for clues to its toughness. Seeing the thickness and the sealed mold it had in the stone frame, he placed his hand against it, to feel if it was magically enforced. Searching down onto his person, Bela pulled his silver Bowie from his back sheave. Placing the point to the glass, he slid it along to see that it did in fact left a mark on the window pane. Bringing the knife back, he reared back more and brought it back down on the upper side of the glass. Piercing through, Bela began hacking at the barrier. Weakening it, he eventually broke a hole before grabbing the blunt end of his gun and breaking the rest of the glass. Followed by the shining of his flashlight, he saw no movements. So quickly, he pushed away the debris and crawled inside. Into the blackness of the pitch black room, the investigator stood up and searched for a lantern. Pulling out his matches, he struck it and lit the oil torches on the wall. Seeing the illumination of the room, the area was dimly faded in darkness and dust. With a golden yellow tent of the flame, the tomb lied in the middle of the room on a pedestal. As a few wrecks vases and flowers lied in the room, the detective looked at the walls. Covered in scratch and claw marks, he moved to the coffin. Pushing against its lid, he grunted as the top slid inch by inch off the casket. With many symbols lying along the surface of the stone, he finally uncovered the insides. Empty of anything but dust and cobwebs, Bela stared down in horrid realization. Knowing now that Luther was free, a chill riddled his spine before he was hit by a cold force.

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Outside of the Room

With locked door raddle and banged with force, and caused stone debris to fall from the ceiling, the stone walls thumped with whatever was going on inside. As the muffled sound out a distant grunting yell vibrated the walls, a booming sound of gunfire soaked through the wall, before the door started to break. And as it did, the entire central piece of wall crumbled as Bela was forcefully thrown through it. Hitting the wall on the other end, the pale Jest lied behind the birdman, coughing up a bit of blood. “Greeting, pal…..we have a wraith”, he faintly muttered to his partner, as his sights locked onto the ghostly image of the creature.

A powerful being of darkness, it clanged to the wall and screeched a scream at the cryptid hunter. As he reloaded his revolver, he grunted from his bruised ribs. While the shadowy figure hovered against the wall in a transparent form, its face glowed blood red, as it moved into a physical state. Screeching a gut-twisting cry, it looked at the birdman. With empty sockets and a bony face, the monstrous being was of the more powerful ghostly threats that Bela knew of. Bringer of hallucinations and madness by way of his touch, it fed on the emotions of its victims, as well as their brains. Extending his hand out to the birdman, its wrist spawned a long black spike.

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@superstay:

'Those beasts choose their lot in life, they can be punished. Ghouls have no will to choose. I thought I made this clear after you doomed the spirits of those who took you in.' the master said coldly. Ghost Bird went to argue but the rumbling of the walls silenced him. A few moments later, Bela came flying through a wall. Following him, a horrid wraith. Blood red and a genuine cry the birdman often tried to mimic, it extended it claws towards him. Drawing his daggers and readying himself, he asked, "What can it do, how do you kill it?"