(CVnU) Grimm City (Under Construction)

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Club Chiron- 2 am

"Maybe it's just the circle of life, ya know?" A small sprite says sitting on the stool beside a man not much bigger with mutton chops flecked with dirt and peanut salt.

"Nope. Enlighten me." He pops a peanut in his mouth and stares at the tv above the bar.

The sprite turn her little body in the stool, "Well, if you can't die. You can't atone really can you? So you end up like a cup with no bottom." She holds up her mug of beer and floats a hand underneath, "Always filling up but never emptying. Always on your back."

"Huh? What's on my back,now?" He side-eyes her and pops another peanut in his mouth

"Same thing on every clothed shoulder. Darkness. You though, you can never shed the clothes, you only-"

"Mhm. You're drunk. Good night." Adam slaps a c-note on the table and points at the sprite, then himself while looking into the bartender's eyes. The sprite is balancing like a spinning top losing it's momentum on her stool, "I am not...! Drunk. I'm inebriated. "

Adam is already out the front door as she lifts the mug half her size to her purple lips, "Drunk is for ignorant humans."

The city is shining. Do you know the flicker of headlights turning into a driveway behind living room blinds? That's this city. The promise of a familiar face returning, ushered in by a beam of light in world of darkness. Just a glimmer. But the familiar faces never come. Even the ones you know have changed.

Adam flips up his collar and begins to walk through the intersection. He licks his middle finger and raises it to to the car honking from behind. East. The wind is kissing his finger and whispering, "Go east."

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#205  Edited By Grimmwald

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He'd heard the stories. About the darkness that weeks ago had snuffed out every bulb of light in the city. About faceless killers painting the city's borders in uneven strokes of their victims' blood. The stories were all he had because he hadn't been there for it. But he was there now. Long after the city's worst ever day. Standing on a rooftop edge as the pale moonlight draped his horned shadow over the street below, Grimmwald swept his eyes through the night and pulled every street corner into his gaze. The mobsters in New York and Madripoor have given me a name. Amin. Apparently he works with the person behind everything that happened in this city, Grimmwald thought, But they couldn't tell me anything else. Shouldn't have crushed his larynx when he lied... shit, he shouldn't have lied.

Though as the Horned Saint wondered where and how to begin his investigation, his ears caught the scuffing of shoes in the street below - and his shot to the man responsible. Perhaps the key to his search lied in the heart of a civilian. So slowly, his soundless footsteps pulled him back till he sank into the cold embrace of a nearby shadow. He vanished, and emerged in an alleyway, cowl shed and face changed. T-shirt, a sweater, some jeans, and a long thin face, he looked... plain. Stepping out an alleyway, he bumped into the man and feigned blindness with the pale eyes he wore. "Sorry... still getting used to not seeing, hehe". A hand rubbing the back of his neck as his chuckle flowed nervously, Grimmwald, "My seeing eye dog got lost in the attack days ago. Can't seem to do anything without him".

"City's in rough shape these days. This kind of thing happens in Gothic, not here".

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#206  Edited By Closure

The Revival Begins...

Whatever chaos befell his home was built on blood. Innocence begotten and the belief that the strong will always rise to the top. Rafael imagined this was the motivation behind it all. He would applaud the execution, but the fallout was puzzling to watch. Whether it was the Honor Valley bridge's slow reconstruction or the fact that Southside Grimm was still without running water or electricity, Rafael couldn't understand the grander purpose. Where was the profit?

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"Anything's better than Gothic, am I right?" He chuckled to himself as he tilted his head until it cracked, loosening the tension he'd been feeling since his arrival at the rundown Grimm City Asylum. As he walked steadily across the tattered marble flooring of the institution, the clean-cut killer separated his steel staff into dual daggers. With the blood of security guards painted on the side of his face, Rafael salivated at the mouth as he approached the end of the hall.

"Please, please, please!" He could hear the wails of a bludgeoned officer named Ricky Grimes. He could see the poor man slip in and out of consciousness as he rested against the doorway at the end of the corridor. For Rafael, he found no joy in taking out the injured. There was no pride in defeating the wounded, but who was he to feel pity? He wasn't Allah nor the governor of these lands. He simply had a contract for cleaning up some loose ends left unsolved during that nightmarish blackout. And so he knelt down and looked at Officer Ricky Grimes face to face like any respectable man, because he believed himself a man of ethical disclosure.

"Y'know begging kind of turns me on," Rafael muttered with such sensuality for someone puncturing his daggers into the flesh beneath the clavicle of his victim. He found himself enjoying the sound of metal scraping against bone as the blood spurted out like jelly from an apple pie.

"Keeps me motivated, y'know?" It was late in the afternoon, but business had no time stamp. Rafael or Closure as his client's like to call him needed to bring about an end to the Grimm City Asylum plotline and the series of riots it underwent prior and during the terrorist attack. With no one asking questions behind the incident just yet, Closure's most recent employer believed it was best to silence everyone before they got chummy.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a T-Rex to hunt." He playfully winked as the light behind the officer's eyes dimmed, taking satisfaction and even empowerment from his mercy kill. For Closure, he believed this would be his most fun if not easiest job since returning from the Philippines. Nothing and no one would keep him from savoring this return to form.

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@closure: Ooooh, dope. So this means beard cap is open right :D

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@grimmwald: (Didnt know about the electricity will keep that in mind.)

It's amazing how resilient the human mind is. The body can decay, for most people, but the mind is always working on over drive. Always pushing to find solutions. Whether they fall outside of its grasp is only a matter of crossed measurements. The city, or maybe it's citizens? Had already taken it upon themselves to recondition the street lamps as gaslight. If he had to guess they were from a museum, or some long forgotten storage warehouse the city held.

In any case the shallow glow of yellow tinted light flickered across the stone sidewalks and brought Adam back to a time that died. But then again what stays dead. OOF!

"Watch-" He recoups quickly. Eyes as grey as a waxing moon, this guy had. His comment only verifies it. "Sorry. musta been lost in my head." With his hands in his worn out manilla colored leather jacket Adam looks down the dark road, the sounds of faint screams and shoes clacking on concrete in the dead, entertainment void city was all too akin with the days of unsolved mysteries and untold tales.

"I've got a pretty good nose. Latch on." He extends his hooked elbow to the man to loop his arm through.

"Mind if I ask what a blind man is doing stumbling out of a dark alley at 2 in the morning?"

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"Thanks man! You're a life saver", he breathed, smile beaming as it took him two-three tries to find the man's elbow. Hooking his arm round his, Grimmwald's mind pulled back to every nuance he'd seen from the blind. He kept his strides unsure, and his gaze nowhere as his eyes caught the moon's silver glow. "Name's Luis by the way", he smiled, before the light of hope dimmed from his face at the man's question. "I've been looking for my dog. I know I can't see and it won't do me much good... might end up on the wrong part of town but", he sighed with a breath of desperation, "What'd you want me to do? It's my dog, man. He's my family, the only one I got. We were separated during the riots".

"I can't see but he might be out there, hungry and scared. Or killed by those sick ***** who attacked this city", he seethed, words coming through gritted teeth as he played the part of blind dog owner in despair over his lost companion. Now he waited. Hoping the man would talk about an attack Grimmwald hadn't been present for.

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The Grimm City Asylum was a dreary place. Forgotten and old. Dark walls scarred with the writings of the mad and smeared with the excrement of the sick. Not my ideal choice, his mind echoed as his soundless strides pulled him deeper into the heart of the asylum. But I have to make up for lost time. I wasn't here for the attack on the city. But I'm here now. For the fallout. Walking through a hallway of rusted iron cells, Grimmwald's eyes caught the pale fingers of sunlight creeping in from small windows near the ceiling. It was still daytime. The criminals had yet to climb out their holes to erase their steps. He had to be quick. Before the dark of night fell. So he walked. Walked as his hyper-sensitive dermis felt the vibrations of the air bouncing off the walls. Nothing yet so far.

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But as he ventured deeper into the asylum, the Horned Saint's nose scrunched at the irony smell of something familiar. "Blood", he rasped, brow scowling as he quickened his pace. Slowly, the smell grew thicker in the air, and the sound of blood dripping on the marble floor echoed louder. Then he felt it, the vibrations of air and sound bouncing off of flesh. A few steps more, and the macabre scene pulled into view. Blood and grey matter splattered on the walls. Dead security guards on the ground with their skulls caved in. It was a bloodbath. Plucking his right glove off, Grimmwald held his bare hand in the air to better feel all vibrations, even the subtlest of ones. And he felt their blood sinking low in their bodies. Livor mortis, he thought. They were killed recently, not even an hour ago. Pulling his glove back on, the Horned Saint scoured the asylum for any clue.

But there were none. No fingerprints, no leftover DNA, nothing. Only the victims. A groan of frustration flowed out his throat before he calmed himself with a breath. Think. Like a detective. Like Richard, his thoughts urged him. So he did. Sweeping every dead body into his gaze, Grimmwald took in the brutality and efficiency of each kill and decided it was either the work of an elite hitman - or an organization with an interest in the asylum. So he left and waited till the fall of night when criminals would flood the nightclubs and casinos. There, he would learn everything he needed.

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@phantomshell: Closure and American Valor are two different characters I'm writing...don't play me with! lol

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hahahah your awesome. crack me up

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On the edge of the dark city, were lights were left flickering

Ramshackle husks of life once there now lingering

On the edge of the dark city, where hope is now dwindling

The souls whisper in the shadows, murdering and swindling

I have heard the fears of the people, so loud

The preaching of the pigs who gallivant so proud

It is of no matter, the sickness doth splatter

While they all cavort and chatter

These teeth made of stone, grimaced and worn

The seed of what it has sown soon shall be born

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Tobias Monroe - licensed doctor, once - had found the cold and lonely of the outskirts to be most homely. A dilapidated barn and cornfield, abandoned and left to rot, a most fitting setting to his latest mad plot. Too many times had he been stumbled by the law and too few times has his research been dismissed as flawed. Tonight would be different, he had to be swift.

It would begin with a seemingly simple theft.

Of the ornate Emperor's Jade, by which entire eras were written and made. Housed in the Museum of Wonders in Grimm, his chances of success were notoriously slim. Yet endeavor he would, and try he might - tonight would be the night he would make right.

The pellets housing his precious creation were laboriously hidden, but by no means was his costume laden. "Doctor Plague!" he would declare, to the cloudy night sky. "Tonight let the Angels of Mercy upon him shine!"

And with that, he lurked and he went, a moment more he could not have spent. His schemes, again, would never go awry - not with the new gifts he had devised.

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@grimmwald: It was sad in a way, watching a man grasp for help not knowing what he was reaching for. Hope guiding his hand. Adam'd be damned to disrespect this man by showing pity though, "Pleasure Louie. Name's Adamantius. Friend's call me Adam."

It's eerie, this dim blackness lit with the glow of flames and stray cat eyes. No sounds save for those of the natural variety, some instruments playing live in the distance. Maybe history does repeat itself. Or maybe it just rhymes.

"No I understand, wasn't judging ya. Its the time where you need someone to grab onto in this town. Lead you through the darkness. For you that's a dog. I'll be your dog tonight though. You tell me where you stay and i'll get you there. Sounds like this pup a yours is a fighter. I know the type. " He stretches the fingers then clenches a fist of his free hand and every bone pops in a row like sliding fingers down a piano's keys, "If anything he's the one doing the killing. Which means more likely than not he'll be ok until the sun comes up. "

Their feet clack against the side walk for a while longer. Just the sound of wet shoes on concrete. Finally, Adam opens his mouth again, "I hear there was some kinda animal over in Bethany Street the other night. Took out five men by itself. Whispers at Chiron say, it might not have been an animal at all. Might have been a man. Wore red, Smells like rooftops and fermented B.O." He smiles and lets out a huff of air, "Sorry, nose got the best of me. The last two were you. Where are we headed Louie?"

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Adamantius. A Greek name, Grimmwald thought. Yet as they walked, he heard neither an accent nor even a hint of one, only the scuff of his shoes on the concrete pavement and an American accent like any other. He might have Greek ancestry, his mind shrugged, thinking little else of the name. Keeping his strides hesitant, Grimmwald cast no glance the cat's way. I'm playing a blind man. Instead, the hyper-sensitivity of his skin played the role of his eyes and saw tonight's world for him. It felt the vibrations of everyone and everything bouncing off it. And his ears caught the faint sound of calloused fingers plucking away at the chords of some instrument. A guitar? Sitar? He couldn't tell, it was too far.

"Thanks, Adam", he smiled, chest no longer heaving in fake but convincing distress. "I just need to get to 7th street. The tall green building there is where I stay. First apartment on the first floor", he said before a longing fell over his voice and face at the memory of his imaginary dog. "Yeah he's a fighter alright... heh.. he's probably worried about me. I'm out here looking for him, he's out there looking for me probably". His smile was small but warm. Seemed genuine. And like a howl in the wind, Adam's words drew his attention. "A red man.. thing?", he asked, heart as calm as ice as they spoke, "Weird... I always thought Gothic City was where all the masks and costumes where at. Well, until the recent attack", he chuckled, trying to make light of a dreary situation.

Grimm City would recover. The wait however, would be punishing and drawn out. "So where're you from, Adam? Grimm? What's your story? If you don't mind me asking".

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@grimmwald: "Don't mention it. I guess you lucked out in one department. If I lost my sight I don't think I'd much care for the higher floors either." Which just made it even weirder that a man living on the first floor smelled of roof gravel. It had a unique scent only high altitude moisture and bird feces could coalesce to produce, and there was no mistake it was kicking up from his feet with each step.

"Amazing what you find when you ain't looking for it. I came out for a drink and found a blind man with a sense of humor looking for something in the dark. Hehn. Grimm for you. "

After a few blocks, the green building comes into focus standing a bit above the rest, "Nope. Well, once upon a time it was home. I'm originally from Murray out in Kentucky. Saws what had happened to this old steel trap and figured I'd come and do my part. I'm something of a handyman. A fixer if you please. Here we are. " He kicks the first stair to point it out to the man's perked ears then starts strolling up one at a time, "On the subject of costumes, hell I don't know. Seems like you turn over a rock at any place or time in this world and you can find at least one in the shadows. I'll admit though Grimm always did seem to draw in the more classical type of weird. The old and dusty variety, like me. " He snorts. "How bout you friend? Family here? Born and raised?"

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@doctor_plague: (this is fantastic. really diggin the whole scary ominous rhyme stuff. Now...to see if you hang with the concept for more then a day :p if so I might respond lmao)

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I've actually had this idea for over six years, about five if you count when I actually made this account. It's not going to change.

Bit of trivia: he only starts rhyming when he speaks to people he thinks are "diseased". It's a sick duality where he doesn't realize that he rhymes in his head a lot, and adds to the theatrics of what he does.

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It was horrible, Grimmwald imagined. To lose one's sight. To open one's eyes and see not light but a darkness that would be there till death dragged them all back to the weeds. But the Horned Saint had his skin. A hyper-sensitive organ that saw the world for him. Saw trapdoors and lurking assassins that his eyes could not. But he wasn't the Horned Saint. Not at that moment. No, he wore the face and clothes of Louis. The blind man who'd lost his seeing eye dog. "Hehe", he chuckled, "Anything's better than Gothic I here. Never been there but I hear that the city's gone to shit", his head shook. They kept walking, and vibrations bounced to his skin from the ground. There's a crack inches ahead. Trip on it, the vibrations told him.

And so he did. He stepped on an uneven crack in the pavement and nearly tripped. Just like a blind man would. "Shit.. my bad", he laughed, holding on to Adam's arm for balance. "Goes without saying but, I can't watch my steps", he joked, his laughter growing nervous from the faked embarrassment. They walked some minutes more, and for every step they took, Grimmwald drank in every word Adam poured. "Kentucky huh? Never been there. But then again, I've never been out this city. I'm from here. Born here. And if that crazy attack from days ago tells me anything, I'll probably die here too", he shrugged, almost fatalistically. "Well, you're the good kind of weird, Adam", he said, his feet as cautious as ever as they walked up the short steps to his apartment door. Grimmwald had rented it. For a week. The week he'd need to dive deeper into the mystery of those behind the recent attack on Grimm City.

"The kind that doesn't think twice about helping a blind man get to his apartment. Most people would've ignored me. Pretend they didn't hear me while they tiptoe around me. But I'd hear them, their feet moving. But it's okay", he sighed, one hand reaching into his pocket and fumbling for a key. "If being blind didn't teach me that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows, I don't know what will", he chuckled, struggling to slip the key into the lock for a second or two before slotting in. Turning the key till he heard a sharp click, he smiled at the creak of his apartment door as he pushed it open. "Home".

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@grimmwald: Adam is wondering why he's apologizing. That's for the guilty ain't it? But he pays no mind and guides the man on in inside the building. "Morbid way to look at the world. But accurate I reckon."He stands in the hall allowing his company to get to his door on his own. Small victories make a man feel worthwhile, even if it is just finding your front door alone. "Yeah well, chivalry ain't just about women and holding doors like most people think. Might be blowing smoke there though, truth is I just wasn't worried. I think I could take you. " He snorts, hands in pockets. He stays outside, "Nothin' sweeter. Hey, listen, I know you got dead eyes and everything, and that being the case I apologize. But I'm kinda just the back seat driver of this body o'mine. My pecker, gut and nose do most of the steering. All three of'em are going crazy right now."

The runt pulls out a metal refillable lighter and throws it under hand, fast and hard, at the back of the blind man's head. If his instincts were wrong it'd be a first and he'd have some explaining to do to this guy and god both.

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"I think I could take you"

"I mean, it'd be awkward if you couldn't", he chuckled, "He never saw it coming would be the truest thing anyone'd say on my way to the hospital", he smiled before slowly brushing past the open door. With no walking stick to tap away at the floor, Grimmwald played the role of Louis the Blind Man well. His hand waved through the air, fingers grasping at nothing as he walked like a baby taking it's first steps. "Well, in a city just fresh off a terrorist attack, I'd say they should be going cra-", the pain swarmed sharp on the back of his skull - or at least it was what Grimmwald made it seem as he clutched the back of his head.

"Ah... shit...", he hissed through his teeth, rubbing the back of his head in a frenzy as his face wrinkled with pain, his ears catching the sound of the lighter dropping to the floor.

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@adam_newcastle: He's a former assassin. Never breaks character until the goal is achieved haha.

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@grimmwald: Ah ok. I'm trying to avoid reading bios. I'll admit though I'm being a lil meta but I had to sell that animal instinct angle I'm working.

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#228  Edited By Vandal_King

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Museum of Wonders

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A handsome man with an almost youthful appearance stood in front of a glass case, his arms folded and looking down into the case, almost as if he was going to snatch whatever was held within.

The Ornate Emperor's Jade. It was once a crown Jewel of the Blood Borne emperor's of old, now owned by the authorities of Grimm. Still, Vandal had no use for such a trinket. He just stood there, unopposed in a sea of other people, some viewing displays, some were guides who were showing people around, and some were the appointed guardians of this place, stationed next to doors and windows, and by the displays. The place was no doubt an important heritage site, and thus the city paid what it could in order to keep the history of the city alive behind these glass cases, stands and displays.

Behind Vandal, a man with flowing blonde hair stood, this was his most faithful servant and aide, Frankenstein. Odd name, like the Monster from old stories. He mostly acts as Vandal's butler in most things, a mysterious man no one knows anything about.

"Nothing interesting ever happens, Frankenstein," Vandal spoke, sighing to himself.

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"Aw, shit." And boy did he step in it. Without saying another word he rushes inside and goes for the freezer. It looks like an old icebox from the pre-electric refrigeration era, heavily insulated for ice blocks to preserve food rather than the modern machinations, and grabs a slab of steak. He jogs over to the blind man with remorse in his chest, "i'm sorry fella you just....my instinct are usually never wrong. I was sure-look here. I'm not gonna hurtcha just popping this meat on your head to take care of that bump soon to come. " Adam is beside himself and mortified. First time for everything he supposed. He snaps up the lighter off the floor, "Look I'm really sorry. Something told me you had eyes and were playing me a fool. Shoulda used my head. You clearly don't got eyes. Can I make it up to you somehow?" He taps the lighter against his palm and looks around the apartment, "You need anything fixed? Even a meal? Can turn that steak from an ice pack to a gourmet meal in 15 minutes flat."

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"Nothing interesting ever happens, Frankenstein,"

A figure began his ascent towards the jade, his intentions being only to observe it from beyond the barrier. Two other men were there, almost lost in some sort of nostalgic flurry. A casual sigh, exhaled with a form of empathy - though it did seem hollow after a moment of consideration. The lungs responsible inhaled quietly, following the pattern of silent monotone as the figure attached crossed his arms behind his back.

"Beautiful. Once-in-a-lifetime, wouldn't you say?" he added with an odd punctuation; he wasn't from around here.

His dark blue blazer curled with his body, his ear-length hair dangling above the neckline.

"The blood used to make it, and the blood that has been spilled for it since. Has it been worth the trouble?"

He looked over towards the man with piercing eyes, ignoring the blonde one entirely.

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"Perhaps," The black haired noble turned at the appearance of the individual, not bothered at all. Frankenstein by his side though attempted to move to block this individual from making contact with his master, but Vandal barred his path with a gesture of his hand. He did not speak to Frankenstein.

His interest had been piqued by the fact that this mysterious stranger knew the constitution of the Jade. It was nothing to someone like him, but to a mortal, it was still valuable and it had its uses. "You seem to know quite a bit about it?" He inquired casually.

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"I know as much as I am allowed to. It is not something mortals can understand. I am Dr. Monroe," he lowered his hand for a shake.

The most curious notion of the medical professional remained in his robotic voice and demeanor. One could never tell if he actually understood empathy, or rather just acted out of his own volition and knowledge of medical science. He cared for his patients, he cared for the outside world. But perhaps he cared a bit too much.

The handshake would be firm, leathery.

"Are you God?"

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Vandal looked down at the hand meant as a gesture of greeting of some kind. Living with humans, he did understand the gesture, but he was unwilling to accommodate for moral behavior. "You can call me blood-borne," He spoke, turning towards the Jade in question. "This had been in my family for a long time before we lost acquisition of the artefact. I won't say it holds any sentimental value to me, however. It's merely a trinket to me."

"Are you God?"

Blood Borne turned his attention back to the man. That was an odd question. "I suppose, you could say I am a Demon God," He turned to his servant, Frankenstein. "His name is Frankenstein. He is...or rather he was, a human being much like you, a doctor by profession, I'm sure you'd enjoy his company," Frankenstein then moved to shake Doctor Monroe's hand firmly before retreating. He wouldn't talk unless his master explicitly commands him to.

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Having just recently flown in from Los Angeles, Firewasp had little attachment to the quaint city of Grimm. In fact, it seems positively full of light - just, the light needed a little coaxing.

He started by analyzing the populace, using his special flight suit to watch where people were congregating the most. All the better to let them see his handiwork. Armed with his flamethrower, he suddenly spotted a candy store and decided he needed some extra funds. He walked inside, intent on holding up the cash register... and maybe pilfering something to eat later.

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"Well, Mr. Borne, you have a remarkable grasp on history - sentimental or otherwise,"

Dr. Monroe smiled at Frankenstein as he accommodated the handshake. It had no meaning, but the facial twinge had become a customary habit of the doctor's various ploys to appear closer to normal while he did not have his burlap mask.

"We make our own gods, Mr. Borne. It is the devils that are inside of us that give shape to our sins, and our personalities. You say you are a god of these devils - so you should have nothing to fear,"

Without skipping a beat, Dr. Monroe pulled out what seemed to be a remote detonator - and pressed the button on top. Popping noises could be heard in the ventilation shafts, and thick green smoke started to waft into the museum proper. Panic began to spread, as the plague toxins started to work their magic on the assembled guests. Another pop, and the magnetic locks on the doors and windows lost power and shut completely.

"The Jade is as useless to me as it is to you. Merely a guiding light for those afflicted the most by the evils within. Straight into my office, for treatment."

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Clutching the back of his head as imaginary pain swarmed sharp on his skull, Grimmwald stuck to his role as Louis like glue. He didn't break, but he made it seem as though his skull would. Wincing, his ears caught the remorse in Adam's words, but the Horned Saint's mind was speeding to work. Instinct huh? Sounds like he's talking about super-senses. He alluded to it moments ago, he thought, He's a meta. Soon Grimmwald feels the soothing kiss of a frozen steak on his head courtesy of Adam's remorse. Grabbing it and holding it into place, he took a moment, "J-just... give me a sec", and paused, "It's alright man. Shit happens. Thanks", he smiled weakly. "Nah I don't need anything. Just my dog".

The silence hung as he fell quiet. Only the sound of windows rattled by the howling wind was heard. There, with meat on his head, Grimmwald waited. For what? A blink. For that 1/3 of a second when Adam's eyelids would close. Grimmwald's steps - soundless and fueled by his superhuman movement - would carry him into the shadow of a chair, and he'd vanish into it like all Strigidae could. And he'd leave nothing behind but Louis' face and clothes lying over the chair. All before Adam's eyelids lifted open. Where Grimmwald had gone, no one knew. He'd yet to learn more about the attack on Grimm City. But he'd learned something. The metahuman presence in Grimm City was on the rise. As was his reputation.

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The blood devil remained motionless, even as little popping sounds like firecrackers went off across the ceiling, running along the vents. Moments later, poisonous substances like a fog flowed out of them, bringing about a panic with it. Tens of people made towards doors, windows and balconies to escape, alas, soon, the doors shut, leaving everyone trapped inside.

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People started collapsing. Sounds of agony became prominent all around the devil and his accomplice, who watched it all transpire within chilling gazes that would be enough to make them misunderstood if there were anyone not struck by fear who would look upon their eyes.

It's not that the poison did not affect them. It did. The blood-borne could feel the poison trying to work its way into his lungs, his muscles, to lead him to be paralyzed and eventually kill him, but the blood of the Blood Borne was different from mortals. His blood contained within them the essence of millions of his ancestors and antibodies that had evolved to combat almost every known biological ailment without it ever becoming a problem.

"The Jade is as useless to me as it is to you. Merely a guiding light for those afflicted the most by the evils within. Straight into my office, for treatment."

Blood Borne casually placed his right hand on the glass case protecting the Jade. Crack. Crack. Crack. The glass began to shatter from the pressure he was putting on the case, and in no time later, the case shattered, allowing Vandal to extend his hand and retrieve the Jade. As it did, the Jade momentarily gleamed a scarlet red color in his hand. It had truly absorbed an incredible amount of blood through the passing of centuries. Vandal casually tossed the Jade to Dr. Monroe, "The world needs someone like you to cleanse it, and the Jade might be of help in ensuring that."

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Grimm City was one of Kalinin's favorite cities, he doesn't really follow it's history; it just reminds him a Gothic City. His stomach growled fiercely, indicating it was time to feed. He was fortunate enough to have stumbled pass a candy store. He rattled through his pockets and was able to grab some money, the scavenged loot was only about seventy-five cents. He held on to the coins and walked inside the candy store.

While inside the candy store he looked for the bubble gum machine. The customers inside stared at the child. For he was wearing the same clothing for over a month, and theor overusage is starting to be shown. His shirt had a hole around the torso, and his denim shorts appeared grey instead of blue. His shoes could tell stories with the fronts of them wide apart. They say that he was a hopeless child, but they were incorrect. He had hope to topple mountains and faith to move planets. The child volunteered with many public projects, but just in the shadows, for the one reason that:He does like cameras.

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Upon entering the candy store, Firewasp saw two things. The cashier held up his hands at the sight of the flamethrower, but the arsonist didn't really care about that. He saw a little kid trying to get bubblegum with all sorts of holes in his clothes. He turned his head in a curious fashion, but then focused back on the cashier.

"Money, now," he demanded.

The clerk did as he was told and shoveled the contents out neatly but hurriedly.

Firewasp looked down at the kid. "What kind of candy do you want?" he asked.

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Dr. Monroe caught the Jade, his own body lingering in the gaseous fog as a lighthouse standing on the coastline. His biology had become immune to these chemical compounds over the years, and he inhaled it as oxygen. After all, the devils were already purged from inside him. The crystal pulsated in his grasp, from beyond the depths of glasslike entropy. It had become something akin to a seething heart, and the doctor relished in holding it.

Only now did he realize why so many had coveted it over the centuries.

"Cleansing? Perhaps I am, Mr. Borne. It is no small miracle that I have gotten this far, for the disease spreads faster every day. I will remember this, once I have treated my last patient,"

He placed the Jade into his coat pocket, bowing his head slightly as he made for an exit out the back door. Though the heist wasn't exactly as he had planned, he was glad the plan deviated from the norm. After all, meeting gods is not an everyday occurrence.

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The child looked at the man in confusion, not sure if he shoukd call the police or accept his offer. His stomach growled again,making the decision for him. He points over a stack of cinnamon rolls. Those were his favorite when hi his parents were alive.

He knew this isn't something that Supra-Man would do, but he didn't care. He needed to survive and by almost any means necessary. Something else interrupted his current though, , the man's gun. He hasn't seen one like it but it felt familiar to him

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"Oooh, good choice. Need some of those," Firewasp muttered between the child and the clerk.

The man behind the counter got a bag and began placing some rolls inside, until he got to about ten or so. Firewasp grabbed it and handed it to the child. The clerk got another bag and shoved the money inside, but Firewasp shrugged and waved it away. Instead, the Aerial Arsonist walked up to the counter and put a finger up to his mask as if to 'hush' the clerk.

"Whenever this little guy comes into your store, give him free stuff, okay?" he pointed at his new friend. "I don't want to teach him how to steal now, it ruins the adventure of youth. But he's hungry, yeah? Have some human decency."

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The child happily munches the bag of rolls. He looks at the man with a smile "спасибо" He said to the man, not knowing how to say 'thank you'in English. He rustles the bag watching his treats jump. He smiled and walked to the door and hit his head on the door. He rubbed his head and looked around.

He sat on the floor and continued to munch on the Cinnamon Rolls. He had some cinnamon on his lips and fingers. His physical appearance was something he was concerned about but it was the joy he was experiencing while eating the warm rolls. He licked his lips and bit into his seconds roll

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"Russian? Don't know that..." Firewasp rustled the kid's hair and looked back at the clerk, pointing the flamethrower at him again.

"Don't forget!" he yelled, taking to the sky on a small jettison of boost fire that launched him into a winged flight.

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A while after Dr. Monroe fled the scene.

"He might be of some use to me. Find me all there is to know about this guy, everything."

Frankenstein nodded to his Master's request without question. "It shall be done,"

"Keep an eye on his movements. He must not take a step without me knowing about it,"

Frankenstein nodded, "Yes, Master. I will put my men behind it. See what they can uncover."

Not long after the doctor, Vandal and Frankenstein also left the scene. They had nothing to do with the deaths tonight. All they did was call the cops and tell them of the incident at the museum, nothing more.

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He watched the man take off with a see of fire streaking behind him. He looked with amazement, then curiosity. 'How did the jetpack create flames behind it ' He thought to himself. He bit into the cinnamon roll, but as his teeth sunk into the warm and soft pastry, another thought hit him. 'Don't forget what? 'He tilted his head in confusion, not able to make out what not to forget.

'The man's name?' He never told him that. Then a idea came to him, 'Don't forget that stealing ruins the adventure of youth.' The didn't look like someone with that say those thing,but he did so he's not going to put it pass him

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(An unexpected life lesson from a serial arsonist lol)

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(Got a true blue if you want to do anything else later, or now lol)

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