Things going smoothly, nothing is on fire, crowd is pleased. Serpent kept at it what he was already doing. Chilling, watching and serving the customers.
Nightmare's utter nonchalance toward it was quite infuriatating for the Crimson creature. Uttering a low growl as it retracted it's serpentine head away from the young Craveloft. "Fine" it stated, finding it difficult to hide it's frustrations, "perhaps....should provided...further evidence....my ability. After all...should never...early conclusions without...repeated tests." The monstrosity turned it's back toward the Craveloft boy and began to head out. "I shall make...example of...what was their name? Sauer...take what...require from them....demolish...whatever's left...unless...you...want something from them?" It took a look at the contents of the folder as to the Sauer's facility locations, looking to find the most secluded of them. Wouldn't want to bring too much attention to itself, especially with the WBSA potentially around every corner searching for him. The most hidden away facility where it could make the most noise and draw the least amount of attention. That would be it's perfect target.
@Grall_Stonefist The old man looked at the pistol for a moment and thought for a moment. “Yeah we could figure out somethin.” Daniel would then find himself having to stand around the shack for hours as the girl worked on the scanner. However he spent his time was up to him, be it looking deeper into his new memories or observing his surroundings. The hustle and bustle of the shanty marketplace continued either way as people walked past him. Eventually he would feel the old man tap his shoulder. “Little lady finished up taking out the bug. Thing should work just fine now.” The old man handed Daniel the scanner after he had received his payment. “Now you come back if you ever need anything technical. Frequent customers get a discount.” The old man teased before heading back into the shack. @Wincent (Hallow) Hours went by as Hallow sat down and watched tv, most of the programs being fairly mundane though the news station did have something interesting to say about the goings on in the Emirate lands. Though she didn’t catch the entire story it seems there was a skirmish between the forces of two tribes. More or less two armed bands of tribesmen shot at each other for a while before running away. It was noon when she heard a faint knocking on her door, upon opening it she saw it was Ben. “We got the stuff, the boys are loading it into the armory downstairs.” Behind him she saw several of the other gang members carrying large cases by the handles. Seemed to be a pretty good haul and a successful operation. (Mystic) After waiting for paramedics to finally arrive(it turns out there was some kind of gang violence going on that made them have to take a long detour) Mystic was finally able to release her magic that was keeping the man alive. He was quickly brought to the hospital and put into stable condition but he wouldn’t be able to speak for a while. As such Mystic could focus could be brought to finding the person responsible for all of this. But unfortunately there suspect didn’t leave a trail other than imprints in the cement where they had landed after jumping from the stairwell. There weren’t any shell casings left at the scene either despite the fact that several had been fired. Though she was able to find the lighter which was a classic zippo made of stainless steel. Not much notable about it other than it being a sign of the would be arsonist’s taste. @kanila @Maleth Phoenix’s phone call with her boss was rather short as Morph listened to what she had to say before he spoke. “Alright I’ll send over proper crime scene analysts to see if they can pick up on anything you missed. I’m afraid there’s not much else I can have you do since the mundanes can cover more ground. I’ll keep you posted if anything about this case comes up later but for now it’s lunch time anyways so go ahead and take a break.” With that Morph hung up the phone and Phoenix was left with some free time on her hands and a dog that seemed strangely interested in her attention. @Wata With the business of the bar being steady, and remaining so for quite a while Serpent would doubtly find the time being somewhat of a bore, without that much in the way of incidents to . However, his reverie would be broken about noon when a figure dressed sharply came into the bar. He seemed to be within his 30’s, but with a face that seemed have had some work done on it as confidently strolled towards Serpent at the bar. He then said to Serpent “Well, my name’s James, and I don’t suppose you, the fine proprietor of this establishment mind if we talk business? Preferably in a quieter place?” @GobMaw_HellSmasha Hours after leaving the Craveloft manner Bloodbath found itself standing in the midst of the rubble of what used to be a remote Sauer facility. The workers and security personnel had either fled or were consumed. The equipment it was after was arranging in a circle devoid of rubble, the struggle to get them and cause such damage to the building was still fresh in its mind. Death and destruction only something as monstrous as them could cause. The facility was a long ways away from the city, it would take a while for police to arrive if they were even coming.
The prophet quietly stood up, went to the nearest bartender and ordered a glass of light beer. He needed a drink to distract from the hyperdimensional bullshit in his skull.
The Crimson creature stood there in the rubble, audibly seething to itself. The facility was poorly defended, they probably didn't expect anyone to even know the place existed let alone attack it with the force it brought with it. The beast took out all of it's frustrations out upon any poor soul dumb enough to stand in it's way, or unfortunate enough to get caught up in the middle of it's war path. All of the scientific equipment it needed was arranged neatly and left purposely undamaged. "Yes...this will do...perfect..." it muttered to itself as it continued to collect anything it could salvage that would be of use to it, "hehehehehe...left quite a mess...kihihihihihheha...no matter...needed to make...an example. This will suffice" It looked down at it's hand, one holding a familiar silver locket. There was something about this simple trinket that put it's mind at ease. And yet at the same time, a feeling of loss swept over it as well. What made matters worse was it's inability to comprehend why it brought out such a response. "Your significance...continues to allude me..." it stated out loud toward the locket in it's hand, "why...why can't...I remember...should be...so SIMPLE...so easy to recall...something so important...and yet" it continued to just stare deeply into the locket. It'll find out why it's so important, the first step would be to kill that bastard Warlock. Just thinking about the man was enough to slip back into a maddening rage. And yet, much like the locket, it didn't know the reason why. Such an extreme emotional outburst from the mere thought of the subject, such a phenomenon could be studied, it could run tests, perhaps it might help recall memories currently lost to it. Then again, simply killing the son of a whore would be satisfactory enough, and it'd be able to concentrate more on it's studies with that horrendous mental block out of it's mind and buried. It might not have known why-and it might not have even cared why- but it knew deep down, what it wanted the most. Warlock needed to die, and he needed to be the one to kill him. "Authorities...may or may not...arrive...either way..." it began to grab the equipment it so neatly piled compulsively into a neat circle with spindly strands of it's body, latching on and stuffing the equipment onto it's form. Leaving the ruins of what was once a science facility for the Sauer, it would take the sewer system back to Craveloft manor in an attempt to lose anyone or anything that could have been potentially trailing it. It left it's mark that it was here, the residue it left behind was a clear enough indicator. But it didn't need anyone to know where it was heading or hiding out. Not now, not when it was so close to a breakthrough.
While Daniel was pretty much left to stand there waiting, he dident do much, looked a bit around the shop, looked at the passerbys and in general keeping somewhat aware of the going ons at the shanty market, deciding not to dig deeper in the freshest set of memories, it needed time to meld in, to force it would just bring further strangeness and quiet possibly headaches or even a black out, no, this waiting around a bit was actually just what he needed to keep his mind a bit off things. And before he knew it, the old man tapped his shoulder and they made the exchange, "Many thanks, and i will keep that discount in mind," Daniel said with a smile, before turning to leave the shop and the shanty market in general, where he was going he didn't really know for now, he had no immediate goal, and the smartest thing to do was just to get as far away from where this day had started without attracting attention, so maybe go see more of the big city, in some strange way it had been a very long time since his last *day off* .
Hallow puts her helmet back on just before he comes inside and stands up, stretching her arms as she giggles. "WONDERFULL!" She walks out, looking over the goods as they are carried inside, seemingly in a really good mood, before she talks to Ben again. "Any losses on our side? I hope nobody was allowed to escape? It could make it a bit... more troublesome" She looks at Ben, her voice calm, but demanding as usual. She seems to be in a good mood however so she isn't that terrifying at the moment. She actually seems really pleased with what she can see being delivered. This will really put this in their favor. Mystic mumbles in an annoyed fashion over the fact that so little was left. She wasn't an investigator, but it still annoyed her. She mumbles as she holds out her arm. "Arc, what do you think?" With a flap of wings and a bright flash, a small owl, the size of a handball, appears on her arm. The small owl looking at her with its glowing eyes. She looks at her holy familliar. Her mask hiding a soft and kind smile. She trusts in this Familliar of holy magic and Wisdom.
Serpent had been leaning against the counter, passing time in the slow moments of business by browsing a magazine. He glanced up at the guy and looked about. Maybe a bit out of place but then again he was a goddamn giant lizard so he brushed it off. "James, is it? Well, I can afford a break for the moment." Serpent closed the magazine and tossed it onto the customers side of the counter for customers to read. He told one of the nearby hired girls he was going on a break and gestured for James to follow into the staff break room, which was quaint but a tad small for someone like Serpent. He grabbed a cup of coffee for himself and sat down, leaning against the wall, next to the only table in the small room. "Got a last name James? What about my business interests you so?"
After the mass of red gelatinous anger slithered its way from his room and presumably his house, Johnathan let out a long sigh of pent up frustration and exhaustion from this entire week. The boy wanted nothing to do with whatever feud it had with the Wizard, a super he knew could burn down everything that was craveloft if the man decided it was worth his time and effort. And having not one, not even two, but four WBSA agents on his front doorstep because of some two bit criminal that got lucky enough to have an o gene decided he would come DIRECTLY to his house to laundry money from a bank heist. It could have been worse if that half a ton robot thing entered his home and destroyed the floor, his mother would have had all of their heads on pikes and there wouldn't have been anything he or his father could have done to stop it too. The only bright spots so far was finding a scientist in what everyone else presumed to be a mindless beast that knew how to work with o-genes, and coming across Rico and Alexis. Sitting down at his desk, he couldn't really focus on one thing or another with how tired he was. He needed to find ways to start having a real presence among the crime families, not just being the one that supplies them and run the money gigs. He needed to find either loads of muscle, or have good enough dirt to bend their arms to make them do what he wanted. Then he shuddered when he remembered about the Lacroix twins. They would more than like turn that situation to their own benefit, perhaps it was best to just leave them alone for awhile first. "You know what, fuck it, I'm having a night off." He said as he stood back up, fetching his coat and cane before heading out the door. This type of night was usually rare and far between, hell the last time he went out just to just get drunk was the whole incident with his father and her. He didn't know what bar to go to, so he thought of just looking for whatever caught his eye and didn't have too much people he would know in it. Especially after dealing with the people at that art thing with the WBSA agents there and some weird ass books being displayed, the last thing he wants to deal with are the OTHER rich brats of other families.
@Wata After James Torthan’s visit, which was basically an offer to invest in the bar after the positive word of mouth already going around about the place, as well as a little money on offer to hire out one of the back rooms for temporarily storing office paperwork. But with that out of the way regardless of the final decision on James’ request, the bar would eventually wind down, with a successful first day of being open. @Azathoth After spending six hours drinking and listening in on conversations like a creeper the prophet found himself stumbling back into his home where his cultists seemed to be going about their own business. In fact what he was gone they had recruited five more from the streets, making their number be twelve or thirteen counting the Prophet. How exactly they convinced them to join was a mystery but it probably involved a warm place to live. Said warm place was beginning to become crowded as well. @GobMaw_HellSmasha After hours of hauling precious equipment and navigating the near labyrinthian sewer system of a modern society. Granted while he could make it through the pipes on his own his loot did not have the luxury of being a sentient mass of dissolved flesh and bone. As such he was forced to take the larger tunnels and eventually found himself back on Craveloft manner. Granted it was now six hours later and he was in the basement covered in all sorts of suspicious substances but he did make it back. @Grall_Stonefist Getting out of the slums took longer than Daniel would have anticipated given the dirty streets all looked the same and the sheer size of the city. Though he did eventually make it to the good parts of the city through hours of walking. The dirty and dangerous streets replaced by bright lights and a feeling of security as people walked about doing their business. Such a stark contrast would be expected of a mega city, while the majority did live in comfort the poor and downtrodden would always exist. There was nothing society could do. @Wincent (Hallow) Ben nodded. ”No we got em totally off guard, they didn't even get to pull out their guns. Your plan worked really well.” Ben said as he went back to go help them bring in the weapons up the stairs. Getting the loot in order and stored properly in their makeshift armory didn’t take very long as the shelves were stalked and ammunition stored in a safe area. Once it was done the gang members dispersed throughout the base with some even leaving to do other things. Hours later there was just a skeleton crew of gang members about the place and Ben sleeping in the armory. (Mystic) Arc, after setting itself on Mystic’s arm looked around the room. “We can only guess at their motive but it was clear the suspect was rather unhinged. Having every intention of burning someone alive and acting so calmly. I suggest asking the victim later when he has recovered enough. As for this crime scene there simply isn’t enough useful evidence here and we have no idea where the suspect went. I’m afraid there isn’t anything we can do.” The owl said before ruffling its feathers. Given the fact that even her familiar couldn’t see any information of value within the scene it could be assumed Mystic went her own way. @BuriasDempsey After spending the afternoon drinking Nightmare found himself being brought home by one of his father’s men to sober up before being brought before his father. “You smell like a bar, what have you been doing?” His father asked sternly before sighing. “Nevermind, I had you brought home because your cousin Kaspara is having to come here to avoid arrest in Germany. We both know her antics and I want you to keep her out of trouble. The WBSA has only begun major operations within Novus recently and we don’t need them speeding up. This is a serious matter and I want you to take it seriously do you understand?”
