Supernatural/Crime Thriller RP

[Khallos]

Chezzy would, if he waited a half a Minuit, come running out of the club after him with a pair of pink ladies underwear over his head, licking his lips and giggling wildly, what looked suspiciously like siren's feathers in his head-fur. He dived through the back window, grinning, before rolling onto his back and waving a paw up at him. "Drive!" Was all he said.. before sitting back up and putting his head through the window. "I'll be back after my performance tonite, sweetness! Hehe."

OOC: Gimmie a shout if im being too vulgar xD

[Scorpio]

ooc: I think as long as you don't tell us what happens it's fine.

ic:
I drive off in no particular direction.

"Is there anywhere I could drop you off? A casino?"

I grit my teeth.

"A cliff?"

[Khallos]

Chezzy grins widely. "Hehe, not really. I'm not really needed back at the White Rabbit until tonite, and, besides.. I can always just poof around anyway." He snickers some. "Besides, your fun to annoy. Its kinda easy."

[Scorpio]

I wonder if I drive fast enough and stop suddenly, could I put him through a window.

"Hey. Don't look back, but I think we're being followed."

We're not, but he doesn't need to know.

"I'm gonna pull into the next street, get ready to run when I stop.

[Khallos]

Chezzy tilts his head some, leaning forwards a little. Still no seatbelt, and he was right on the edge of his seat. He glances back for a moment. "Hmm? No we're not. And, besides.." HE grinned even wider, beginning to disappear, starting with his toes, until just his grin and his eyes are left floating in midair. "Running is too much like hard work."

[Scorpio]

"I hoped that was going to work."

I watch him mostly disappear.

"You couldn't do that completly for a while could you?"

[Khallos]

"Hehe. Of course. But, think about it... do you REALLY want me where you cant see me?" He grinned even further, the disembodied face drifting over a little to hover right by his ear.. but his body was apparently not even exerting a physical presence anymore. "I could be ANYWHERE, still following you...

[Delacroix(Rei)]

My answer to Polo is falling to my knees.
"Ugg.."I groan.
"The hell...?" I ask.

[Scorpio]

I stop the car a few blocks from Kammies. Then I fish around in my pockets. He's just a big kid, so I'll just find him a toy.

"Y'know, you have a lot of energy. Maybe you should do something about it."

I find the bag of cocaine I took from one of the Gargoyles, I throw it into the back seat.

"There you go. I've got to pick something up. Be right back."

I leave a lunatic in a running car with drugs. and all with a clean conscious.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I immediatly pick myself up off the floor and I phase through the door.
Banshees and Wraiths sense my trouble and they carry me.
"What the hell...?" I groan as my head pounds.
I pass through the entrance Foyer.

[Scorpio]

I make it back to the chateau. The same panther starts following me.

"Not now cat. I'm busy."

I got the key, now I can see what I left in that box. I open the front door and step in, seeing Kammie with a few of the wraiths.

"Keeping busy?"

[Ms. Cleo]

Polo exited his room and walked down the halls, wanting to make sure Kammie was alright. But something was wrong, everything looked completely different from before. He was sure he went down the exact same direction he was lead by the banshees earlier, but nothing looked the same. The landmarks he recognized were nowhere to be found.

"Lost?" Polo hears a malicious unearthly voice inquire behind him, and he turns around to see a pair of especially devious looking spectres hovering before him.

Polo didn't recognize them as one of the staff, and subsequently let his guard up. But as he felt around his bare self under the robe, he realized he had forgotten his Kris back at his room.

"Haven't seen you around." Polo commented to the ghosts, who had their faces shrouded by hoods, trying to access their intentions by gauging their answer.

The pair cackled like witches and spun into the air and disappeared.

"...Well that was wierd---"

Polo was interrupted by being shoved 10 feet down the long hallway by an unseen force, accompanied by disembodied cachinnation. He immediately shot up to his feet and took off down the hall, his Revenant abilities assisting his speed.

Goddamnit... He thought to himself as the candles behind him burned out in sequence, apparently blown out by his invisible pursuers.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I look at Jake.
"Somewhat..." I say, groaning abit.
"What happened? Your clothes are in tatters..." i say, looking at a few holes and rips in his clothing some of them exposing places that normally shouldn't be exposed.
"Nice ass by the way." I comment.

[Kan]

As I am walking around some guy comes running my way and almost crashes into me, "Hey watch it fella!"
I yell to him as he passes by me.

[Ms. Cleo]

The hallway splits into a fork, making Polo take the left side. The air gets colder as he sense his pursuers gaining closer and closer. Polo comes across a closed door, which he flying kicks open and shuts it, pressing up against it. He then waits.

.......

"Wait, doors don't stop gho--" He once again gets interrupted when the spirits force open the door and he goes flying halfway across the room, which appears to be a library.

The two spectres materialize into the depository through the entrance.

"Where are you, Lamayan?" one of them asks when they see Polo is no where in sight.

Shocked at the mention of his real name, Polo emerges from behind a bookcase and faces the spirits.

"How do you know that?" He demands before the two ghosts cackle and charge at him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!!" Polo's scream echoes throughout the entire architecture.

Some of the castle staff already begins to phase into the room to investigate, only to see Polo unconcious on the floor with his attackers absolutely no where to be found.

[Kan]

I run to where the screams came from and I notice two specters floating away from the room, "Hey dead heads" they look to me and cackle evilly and start heading towards me.
"Aw not good" I mutter as I take out my blessed steel and silver plated edge machete and take a swipe at the approaching spirits, which appears to cause them pain, making them leave.

I run into the room and I find the guy who had almost ran me over, with wraiths hovering over him.
I walk over to the guy as I put my machete back on the holster on my back.
I bend down over the guy, "Hey buddy, you alright?" when I don't get an answer I go to feel for his pulse.

OOC: does your guy have a pulse?

[Delacroix(Rei)]

"My goodness...?" I say as I apparate into the Library.
"Shyrate? Mariuse mouskinata!" I say in Sandskrit telling them what happened.
"Novouls Nihil monsukrua!" One of the Banshees tell me meaning she saw nothing.
I run over to the Revenant and I console him in my arms.
"Wake up...I know your alive..." I say, Peircing into his skull with my voice.

[Ms. Cleo]

OOC: assuming that's me. but wait, when did I run you over? and yeah, cause technically he's alive
IC:

He feels Polo's neck looking for a pulse. It's surprisingly steady and healthy, as if he shouldn't be unconcious at all, but he is.

He then coughs.

[Ty]

OOC: Late coming, I know. I've been busy with things, and other things. Anyway, I'm going to try to get into this. This is kind of a weird one.

'Darius'

Not a well-known myth. Darius is a nimblewright; definition: "Nimblewrights are rapier-wielding constructs that disguise themselves as living humanoids." (see image here) Unlike most animated objects, Darius is extremely quick and agile. He also has the supernatural ability to alter his appearance to match that of almost any person or humanoid creature. He was created by powerful wizards centuries ago. Since then, he has been bought and sold by various parties, usually acting as a body guard, spy or assassin.

IC:

According to Darius' sources, his target was last spotted near a mysterious chateau on top of a hill. Mainly for effect, Darius took the shape of his target. Aside from his red cape, which seemed somewhat out of place, he now looked exactly like Sarge the hunter. He walked casually along the road up to the chateau. He strode right up to the front door and let himself in. Once inside, he stopped to admire the decor.

"Charming. Quite charming."

A moment later, he hears a loud scream from nearby. Curious, he begins walking toward the room.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

OOC: Ty make me your target. I need a Antagonist.

[Ms. Cleo]

He opens his eyes and gasps with extremity, as if he had been underwater for a long time.

"What the hell?!" he exclaims when seeing Kammie. "What happened...?"

Polo senses that something changed in him. He doesn't remember exactly what happened, and he's not sure if anybody else notices, but he feels...different.

[Ty]

OOC: I kind of had a plan worked out already, but I guess I'll give it a shot. I think I can justify it. Are you immortal? If so, I won't make much of an antagonist.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

OOC: Death can be killed by Holy Items.
"You passed out like a little girl, Now mind explaining why my door is on hinges?" I ask.

[Ty]

OOC: Alright.

Just then, Darius appeared in the doorway, still in the shape of Sarge.

"Now, just what is happening here?" he asked, looking at the real Sarge. "Ah, there you are. I am elated to see you are well. How does this day find you?"

[Ms. Cleo]

Scoffing at the "little girl" comment, Polo shoots up from Kammie's hold and stands up to save face. But then he feels a sudden dizziness and then is forced to sit back down on the floor in an effort to remedy his lightheadedness.

"You what? I have no idea." he confesses while shaking his head and realizing he's going into a cold sweat. "The...the last thing I remember was coming across these two spectres and..."

He trails off, shrugging his arms to Kammie.

"Umm..." he adds while looking at the door. "If I did that, umm...would it help any if I said I was really, truly sorry?"

[Ty]

Darius turned and looked at the woman and the man on the floor.

"Hmm? You two have an odd aura about you. Might I inquire, to whom am I now speaking?"

OOC: Sorry for the prissy talk, but it's his character. I promise, he's more dangerous than he acts.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I summon my Scythe and I look at the man.
"I don't like trespassers...Leave..." I say.OOC: I gotta get off, Andrew, You have control over my character, don't make me do anything stupid.

[Ms. Cleo]

"Uhh, I'm Polo, this is Kammie." Polo answers with his eyebrow raised. "Hey Kammie, who's the new guy?"

[Ty]

"You have my apologies for trespassing..." Darius eyed the woman sternly, then suddenly changed shape, becoming a mirror image of her. "However, I can see you are an evil entity, and so I cannot allow you to live."

With that, he rushed forward with unnatural speed. As he did, a pair of shining blades shot out of his forearms and hooked into his hands. He swung his blade around at the scythe, knocking it from her hands, then thrust at her stomach with his other blade, knocking her onto the ground.

"Your kind are normally too much for me, but my current master was kind enough to give me holy weapons. Now, enough idle chat. It is time for you to perish."

[Ms. Cleo]

With the mysterious man's speed and Polo's woozy state, the trespasser attacked before Polo even had time to react. When he finally realized what was about to happen to Kammie, he instinctivly stepped in, knocking the man upside the head with the sharp-edged candelabra he swiped off the top of a nearby piano.

"Back off, asshole!" Polo barked at him as the stepped back some feet from the critical-looking hit. "She didn't do anything to you!"

Polo then bent down to check on Kammie's wound.

"Are you alright?"
"No..." She groaned in pain as Polo saw that the wound appeared to be burning with a white aura.
"What did you do to her?!" Polo demanded the man.