Finally being able to hand over the crime scene, Argos can exit the sewer and be surprised how he has already forgotten how fresh city air can smell. He approaches the duo past opposite stream of officers. "What are you standing there? You could have asked for the... keys..." His ever-vigilant spot clues for the answer in form of lizards fist sized dent on the car with mischievous symbol of some sort. "It got cleaned out, didn't it? Didn't realize ghetto spreads this far into central. There goes any hope for bonus this month. And six following ones." Argos sighs defeated. He peaks inside the vehicle to see the damage himself. "Steering wheel, really? Kids these days leave tires behind but take the wheel? Why can't they use their time for something more constructive, like videogames?" He rants, pulling his head outside. Well, this was a fitting epilogue for the day. Certainly not the most common one, but if the omens are true, Argos fears they might become. But that is just suspicion. Their day isn't over yet and first curious eyes have arrived at the scene already. And Serpent is talking to them. Argos hurries towards the reporter.
Serpent took in a deep breath, and sighed heavily. "There were various suspects present, people died in a grisly manner. WBSA focused on minimizing civilian casualties. I'm looking into helping the victims in the sewers with what supplies I can." From the corner of his eye he saw Argos approaching, he was content on letting him handle the reporter, and so he walked away without saying another word. He was headed back to the station, Serpent wanted to have a chat with Morph.
Hallow smiles as she takes up the tome, weighing it in her hands before she takes the chains on the back of it, and chains it to her hip, she also takes the key, which goes to the clasp over the opening and puts it on its chain around her neck. She giggles as she places her hand on it, walking with it back towards the opening, quickly stopping to buy a drink before heading up to the street again, breathing in the air as she look around, thinking for a moment... yes, she will have some fun tonight. "Well, I am already in costume." She walks over to her hover bike, which stands inside the temporary holofield. She reaches in under the cover, activating 3 buttons. The Bike would shimmer, the cover turning orange, the light changing into the shape of a pumpkin, it even gains exhaustpipes, which will blare with greenfire when she drives, just for the looks of it. She mounts up on it and revvs it up, before roaring away, the greenfire blazing from the back of it. She soon roars towards the bank, the greenfire causing a trace behind her, she grins under the pumpking before she begins to laugh, a loud, cackling, insane sound, echoing across the city almost, due to the inbuilt speakers in her pumpkin, green fire blazing from the pumpkin's eyes aswell. She would look terrifying, like a twisted demonic rider from hell. She lifts her hand, a strange glowing orb of green fire appearing in it. She lobs it towards the bank, a large impressive structure. The ball hits the front, exploding with a loud bang (more sound than explosion by comparison) the whole front of the bank on fire, the intence green flames even burning on solid steel, causing it to melt and collapse. The fire spreads outwards, forming a large, green blazing pumpkin. In all of this chaos, Hallow continues to drive, contiuing the laugh as she blazes forwards, towards the lower districts close to the edge of the city.
Furiously scribbling down notes, he looks up about to ask another question when he sees the giant lizard man walking away. A look of confusion was on his face as he looked around, he guessed the WBSA wasn't trained to deal with the public after that show of behavior. He took out the camera again and snapped a few photos of 'jumbo' as he walked away, and then turned his attention to the vandalized WBSA vehicle. He was frustrated by the events that led up to this fateful first meeting with the WBSA. Well it would seem I have more than enough information for an article he thought. He turned and began to leave the area, after all if the lead investigator was gonna act in such a manner why would his subordinates act any better! (OOC: not off the scene just walking away if anyone else planned on approaching me. @GoreWrencha the reporter just didn't notice you approaching as he is kinda pissed off about wasting his time to be given such a generic answer.)
"Of course. And thank you very much." Nightmare said, taking off his hat as he thanked the xenomorph like woman. "The janitors will clean this up so lets go!" he said with a flourish of his cane and heading to the motorpool, taking a van to accommodate the three of them, the windows tinted black as standard for all the vehicles as to protect workers and staff from casual glances while in traffic. Getting through the rush hour traffic and pulling up the long driveway of the Craveloft estate, nightmare had called the maid staff earlier to prepare the two room Rico had wanted so they would be ready when they got there. Pulling into the cavernous motorpool and parking in an empty spot, Nightmare stepped out and opened their car doors for them. "And welcome to my humble abode, should be toward your liking. If there's anything either of you need, don't be afraid to ask, you're my guests now after all." Nightmare welcomed them as he led them to the entrance, opening that door for them as well.
Phoenix was deeply unimpressed at the snickering of the teams, but at least she was silently thankful she didn't need to do anything beyond this point. Seeing that Serpent was heading off, and Argos was having play PR.... It was fairly obvious whom she was going to follow, hurrying behind Serpent in a bid to avoid a meeting with a reporter. And hopefully get back to the station.... Even if she was expecting a tongue lashing over the vandalised car.
"Hey. You are reporter, correct? This is a crime scene under an investigation, so I would like to ask you not to take or publish any photos before there has been official statement." Argos announces after the reporter.
Stopping in his tracks Trent turned around. "So you're telling me what your supervisor JUST told me isn't the official statement?" He pointed at the large lizard man that was almost out of sight. "You WBSA cats really need to take a class on public relations." Hearing an explosion and a cackling laughter caused him to turn his head, was that coming from the bank? Turning back to the new Officer, "So I'm guessing the photo of the spider colony carrying clothes and what appeared to be an axe has nothing to do with your investigation. I guess I'll be on my way then, until you have an 'official' statement." He turned and began heading in the direction of the explosion. Another dead end here anyways.
The Prophet grinned as he gained his first disciples. As the Ganger's stood, the Prophet explained. "Do not be worried by your fear. It is simply your frail minds rejecting the knowledge I have thrust upon you. But fear not. Soon your minds will adapt, to accommodate the truth of things. You see, that is our mission here: To save Mankind from itself. Human perceptions are so fragile, so limited. Our minds are not chemically able to comprehend the Void without damage. Our mission, my friends, is to point our evolution in the right direction so that the Great One - your new Master - can take us all to a new and exhilarating existence free of the current evils of humanity. Exciting, yes?" "Now, we must get moving. We shall return to my hovel. There I can prepare you for what is to come." With that, he lead his new "friends" back home.
Virion turned to look at the monster. "The heads of these cartels operate in the richer parts of the city. How ever! their infastructure lies here! In the slumss. Sayyy if you decided to perhaps-oh-i-dontknow kill them all, I'm sure your bestial needs for territory will be sated. They might come back, but after the first 100 and threats of a blood monster I'm sure they'll think otherwise. Or bring flamethrowers ...hmmm.... Regardless! That will cause another issue, or a boon. Or a double-edged-poisoned dagger hehehe. The WBSA will surely hear about you if you decide to attack. The WBSA is a powerful group with the means to take down all manner of Ascended peoplee. Aka the ones with the Oppenheimer chromosome! Hence forth! My thinking it'll be a boon to you. They may send Oppenheimers after you after all! Just what you want yes?" He began to pace the floor. His head streaming with possibilities. "If you want a real challenge, go for the Craveloft Syndicate. He's a better human just like me and you. I think... Regardles! He is a powerful crime lord, and his following is growing. He's a powerful physichic as well, which means he gets in your head and toys around with all the fun little dolls and thoughtts of wonton destruction and annihilation! Then he wraps it in darkness and makes you shit yourself while screaming! Ahhh the people I've killed! I'd love to be part of his band in all honesty. It would give me a decent line of... hehehe. Work. And I would... kill! Ha! (He would snigger) for the opportunity to become excellent acquaintances with him." Virion would stand. His body heaving with laughter at his own jagged thoughts.
