Fire of Demigods and Immortals (Closed rp: Ryan_McKinley)

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#1 Posted by The_Immortal (107 posts) - - Show Bio

Always on the hunt, always tracking someone or something down. Lucias lived without rest, The Immortal, one of his titles, not the most common one though. A phoenix, an avatar of justice or revenge, whatever he was, he was always judging and always hunting someone.

Today however was a particularly unusual suspect. He had heard of Innocents being killed almost seemingly at random. He hadn't been able to truly pinpoint a pattern, but he'd gotten a rather clear description at first and a bad photo. And so the hunt began.

Following and following until it happened again, again, information of unusual abilities, and the description. But this time he'd managed to salvage a photo that was a little more clear. The person didn't want to give it out to anyone though, seemingly from fear, and Lucias had to go through a lot of convincing to get them to give him a copy.He knew he was closing in, he had mostly had to go by people's statements, but this time, he'd actually managed to hear that the man was already here. The target. He knew who he was, and he knew that he'd killed several people before. Not a single spree of anger, but two, three, maybe many more for all he was aware. That spree had to come to an end.

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Lucias walked with purpose, leather jacket, inside of which was a dagger, same as in one of his boots. This time he'd even managed to get a hold of a gun. Not that it would last long, when he got into genuine fights, those things always ended up melting.Amusing really, that a man reborn from ash, was now after The Eternal Flame.

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OOC:

Closed rp between me and Ryan McKinley.

Also just so you know, I may have little access to my internet/computer soon for a good few days. So my posting may be totally thrown off.

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#2 Posted by Ryan_McKinley (393 posts) - - Show Bio

@the_immortal:

It was an unlikely day and a place, the Son of Surtur, was actually working on his next headline. Within his apartment, he was there, within the darkness that surrounded him, unaware of his past duties, unaware of his previous whereabouts, and unaware of the man looking for him. He sat there switching his glance from the computer screen to his journal, where his notes for the story lay, as he wrote down the Puerto Rican crisis. His fingers raced across the keyboard, hitting every key with the same grace as an experience pianist. The words flowed towards his head as if like a river, oblivious towards his surroundings

The young journalist continued to write his story, his eyes glued to the screen. In the back of his head, he felt as if something was wrong, now drawn away from his story, he began to wonder where he was the last 24 hours. He didn't remember going to sleep, but he did remember waking up. He checked the hours on the clock on his computer, 9:56 pm, it was late, he experienced these things before, but none ever lasted as long as this one. He turned on the lights, and searched around the room, hoping to find out clues to his whereabouts.

First he checked his phone, zero missed calls. Odd, his subscription to the local magazine required them to call around yesterday. He searched his bedroom, of course everything was in place, he cleaned up earlier. Then he realized something, an article of clothing, a headband that wasn't his, it was too small to be his. He examined the headband, cussing under his breath, as his imagination ran through his head. Perhaps, he went out to get drunk and stole somebody's headband. He checked his apartment to make sure that he didn't kidnap anyone, and once he found out he didn't. He left to leave in the dead of night, searching some clues to his missing hours.

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#3 Posted by The_Immortal (107 posts) - - Show Bio

@ryan_mckinley:

Lucias smiled and nodded as he folded the picture away thanking the old woman for answering his questions on the man in the picture. She didn't know a lot, but he was on the right track, she'd seen him around. That was about all she knew about him. Still, right track was always good. She of course wasn't told too much from him, to avoid her calling the police.

This might require surveillance, and patience, if he was around here. Maybe he could just keep searching until the man showed up, he had run over the description and the pictures many times before. He kept one with the description and best photo in his jacket pocket as he walked. It was drawing on evening, and soon his stalking about drifted into night. It made it very difficult to recognize his target in this lighting, but worse, it made him look like a potential criminal himself. And, legally speaking, he was. He couldn't quite number the people he'd killed. Now, in this particular location, maybe not, it was hard to keep track of where he killed them because the location wasn't important. Just The Who and the why.

And then, he cocked his head, a glimpse, not perfect, the shadow hid the mans face too well. It was night time. But, if he could get a good sight, then, he could make a better assessment. Lucias kept walking, they were on opposite sides of the street, he needed to cross in front of him so he could turn around and they could cross paths close enough for the Phoenix to get a good look. He quickened his pace, and in moments would cross the street, then start walking opposite where the man was looking, so close to his target but entirely unsure if it was him just yet. Needed a closer eye. He kept walking, keeping his breathing calm. Walking by, his eyes looking past the man, if they made eye contact he'd just nod his head and keep going. But if they were close enough to make eye contact, he might be able to make out the mans face right.