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Chaos Theory, Let the chaos begin!
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post Oct 17 2010, 05:35 AM
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The city of Zion, an industrial city located at the centre of vast plains, is seemingly peaceful and tranquil with it`s streets being patrolled by well armed patrols. Yet despite that every single citizen knows better than that and locks their doors in order to stay safe, not from thieves or burglars mind you. As of late the city has been shaken by nightly battles between unknown participants, no one knows who they are or what they want, but one thing that is certain is that they do not like each others. The situation seems to be spiraling out of control and the governor of the city seems to be buried with various complaints as it seems alarmingly apparent that no one is safe from this unknown plight.

Yet where there is chaos, there is also opportunity, at least for those who are powerful enough to grasp it.

Speaking of opportunity.... in an obscure corner of the city known as the Red District, is an old run down building. It was once some sort of social club judging by the looks of it, but it seems to have been recently renovated by the new propioter of the building. Above the heavy, oaken twin doors hangs a large sign with the word `Chaos` written on it, a name that might have befit some kind of occult club of somesort. Upon entering, you find yourself in a small lounge with a couch, a desk and a chair. The couch is empty and judging by the dust it has gathered does not seem to be in frequent use, the desk on the other hand seems to be polished so that one can see their own image upon the wooden surface. Neatly bundled on the desk lays a red book and a pen, nothing out of the ordinary it seems. The walls are painted dark green and most of the furniture is either wooden or red coloured, creating a somewhat cosy athmosphere. On the other side of the room is yet another set of twin doors and judging by the scribling sound resonating from within someone is feverously writing something down.

Upon entering the room you find yourself being stared down by a lanky figure standing right next to you. He simply examines you from head to toe before returning to whence he came, sitting down behind a desk directly facing the entrance, some five meters away from the door. Looking around at the room you find it to be surprisingly spacious with a staircase to your left, the desk in front of you and a whole lounge exending to the right. The lounge is fully accomodated with luxurious couches, chairs, an antique table in the middle, a fireplace and even a pool table at the end of the room near two windows that allow to keep an eye on the only street providing entrance to the building.

The lanky man, who has continued writing something down begins to speak with a calm tone and invites you to sit across him. You move without a second thought and nervously glance around, feeling as tough there was someone else in the room besides you and the apparent owner of the business. You glance about the room nervously, trying to find the words to describe the problem you and that you had heard that the owner might be able to help in return for a fee. Before you manage to say anything the owner speaks one word only.

Yes

You are no doubt confused and begin to inquire what he meant by that. The owner bluntly admits that his operation might seem rather obscure yet he continues to explain that only the those, who are ignorant of what is going on in the city do not know about his work. The lanky man stops writing and leans back in his chair as he confirms that he is indeed in the business of eradicating, expelling the occult elements that plague the city. Starting from demons to their angelic counter parts and other supernatural beings that bother the common folk. He goes onto warn that his fee is quite high as he his associates are quite a greedy bunch, but without a doubt they could get the job done.

You are either relieved that you have found the solution to your problems or terrified that your worst fears have come true, but whatever the case you go onto describe what is plaguing you and what you want done about it. The lanky man seems to be listening keenly and at the same time his pen scribbles down every little detail. After having described the problem the man insists to be paid in advance, which you are luckily prepared for and hand over the savings you had withdrawn from the bank earlier that day. The man counts the money with a shark-like smile and you swear that those teeth are not human, or at least that`s what your mind keep telling you.

After placing the money aside the propertior informs you that as soon as they are able, either he or one of his associates will deal with the situation. Without a word you get up from the chair, simply wanting to leave the building as soon as possible. Yet as you open the first twin doors you gaze at the lounge behind you, you see shadowy figures appearing on the couches and then when you look again at the entrance lounge there is someone sitting in the chair, that was certainly empty the entire time you were there. These figures, you know that they are not human and that you had just hired the owner to get rid of one akin to them. You slowly turn to look at the owner of the store, who simply smirks at you with a set of decaying teeth.

"Ignorance is bliss eh?"

The man laughs as you charge out of the building and quickly pace away from the building, putting as much distance between yourself and beings within.

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Basicly Zion is plagued by supernaturals running rampant and battling each others or simply disturbing the common peace. Chaos is an agency formed by my character, that deals with situations involving the supernatural. Chaos employs humans with abilities, demons etc, whatever you can think kinda. They aren`t really good or evil, simply being looking to make a profit out of other people`s misfortune. The techology is around 1800 so guns exist, but they are flintlocks, muskets etc. Early industrialism is beginning with railroads being fairly new, but existing, The common populance is usually taught to believe is reasoning and logical thinking, which relates to the whole events.

Common people are unable to see demons or other beings because they do not basicly `believe`, that they exist, ignorance is bliss basicly. People with powers and some people, who might be very religious are actually able to see the supernatural because they do not `ignore` their existance. The basic idea here is that, the human brain basicly tells the human that something isn`t possible and that is why they simply cannot see what really is. Supernaturals can appear to humans as human beings to fool and even live amongst them, making it the perfect cover, but there is the risk that some humans might be able to see through the `disguise`.

Everyone is free to join and you can take any role you want to. You can be part of Chaos (at least one besides me hopefully), a unaffiliated supernatural, independent demon hunter(just an example), or a normal human, who discovers the supernatural. These are some examples, I basicly give you full freedom on this. If your character is apart of Chaos, you can either have them be a member from the start(and we`ll put together a bit of a history between our characters naturally) or you can have them join up, how you ask? Posters, yes, I said posters. Chaos is sorely lacking in personnel, forcing the owner to spread posters around his corner of the city, hoping that some desperate supernatural would catch onto the chance to make some cash etc.

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Name: Pierce
Race: Poltergeist posessing a dead human.
Age: 22 Apparently
Gender: Male
Job: The Manager Of Chaos
Personality: Opportunistic, mellow, lazy.
Strong points: Able to stay calm in danger and read his enemies in order to exploit their weakness.
Weak points: Overconfident, unwilling to make initiatives.
Weapons: A pair of steel reinforced fighting gloves
Abilities: Pierce is able creating illusions in order to manipulate people, possible even demons and other beings. His body is able to take an unprecedented amount of punishment and simply continue moving as it is already dead, broken bones and bloodvessels mean nothing to him. He also possess superhuman strength, tough he rarely exhibits this ability as he chooses to avoid hand-to-hand battles, if he can.
Appearance:Tall, lanky. Dark hair, hazy greenish eyes.
History: Pierce, as he is now known, has excelled in his new supernatural form so well that he has actually come to enjoy the state of undeath. By possessing a human body he can almost live as a normal human, but as a side effect he seems to have completely forgotten his former identity and the very reason, why he still exists on earth as a poltergeist. Needless to say he seems to have simply chosen to continue living like a human albeit in supernatural conditions and with his abilities is able to even compete with the demons in battle tough he prefers to use diplomacy as his first weapon.
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post Oct 17 2010, 07:32 PM
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O-O I'm in!!! (Just give me some time to come up with something good XDXD)


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post Oct 17 2010, 08:38 PM
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Name: Thomas “Tom” Walker
Age: appears to be about 24
Gender: Male
Status: already a member of Chaos (and has been there for quite a while)
Race: Human
Appearance: http://raccoon-chan.deviantart.com/art/Tom-183058431
(In addition, he wears black pants and black dress shoes. The fashion might be a bit off for 1800s. But whatever.)
Ability: Tom has the ability to control and “speak” to shadows. It is easiest for him to control his own shadow, since it is his own shadow with which he can channel the most power/strength. However, he can control other shadows, though this is kind of useless (unless in a real desperate situation), since it is more difficult for him to do, and does not get a sufficient amount of control over them. Basically, he can “talk” to shadows; all shadows have a dormant spirit/mind that only people like Tom can “awaken”, and, with some skill, control. But it is difficult, because shadows often have the habit of trying to manipulate humans that try to control them. Tom is aware of this, so he tries to treat his shadow like a business partner, of sorts, like they are both an equal part of what they do. Though, truthfully, Tom is usually in control. Shadows can make physical contact with humans (and any other physical objects, etc.) through their shadows, but humans can’t make contact with/do harm to shadows. Tom’s shadow is very sensitive to Tom’s emotional state, and will usually act accordingly; it is most aggressive/violent when Tom is angry or sad. His shadow can increase exponentially in strength or size at will. Although Tom has been doing this since as long as he can remember, there are still times when his shadow seems to take over his mind. (Sorry if I’m being confusing… if it’s unclear, watch this video (it’s nothing inappropriate; it’s from a rated G Disney movie, lol) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6yw2SmG674 starting from 1:10 until 1:25. It’s kinda like that.) So his shadows can attack people, with just as much physical power than a normal person can (though Tom is skilled at this, so his shadow is way more powerful than a normal human). Also, Tom can vanish into shadows, and travel through them.
Personality: Tom is talkative and outgoing. He has an annoying habit of sneaking up on people (through their shadows). He seems deceptive (partly because he always sneaks around in an unsettling way). When his shadow takes over his mind (in which case Tom's eyes will turn black), he seems to have ulterior motives, wanting to steal everything and stab his friends in the back. He is usually very calm.
Strengths: Will follow orders. Usually goes along with whatever his superiors tell him, unless, for some reason, he just doesn’t feel like it. Can sneak up on people easily.
Weaknesses: Not incredibly strong (physically). His powers are useless in total darkness. Has a short temper. Is unpredictable.
History: Unknown.
Family: Unknown.


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post Oct 19 2010, 09:46 PM
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(Sorry for being so late! T-T I know it sucks but I was dying under a pile of homework and my brain wasnt working anymore)

Name: Mara
Race: Demon (Half-Breed)
(These creatures are semi-angels or semi-demons, responsible for influencing mortals, but not directly interfering in their actions. They appear as normal humans, unless they come in contact with holy instruments. Because of their partly mortal nature, they are the only demons allowed to exist in the Earth plane: they corrupt human souls, making them commit evil and sin, and then kill them by turning their greatest pleasure into their worst nightmare)
Age: Unknown (Looks 21)
Gender: Female
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Status: Current Member Of Chaos
Personality:
Even when working with Chaos, Mara has really no interest in hunting nor in protecting humans. Infact, being a demon with a sick sense of humor, she takes pleasure in seeing others suffer. The more pain—mostly psychological pain—she causes, the happier she is. But even with an attitute that stands as a daily threat, her lack of attatchment towards any species makes Mara a perfect hunter since she sees no difference between those she has to kill. It has yet to be proved, but her only goal seems to be to satisfy the thirst of revenge and anger she constantly feels.
Strong points:
Able to control and predict other people's action, deceptive, sly and cold-blooded.
Weak points:
No regard for right and wrong, impetuous, usually looses track of her real objective in a mission.
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Abilities:
Being a half-breed, her powers arent those of a full-fledged demon:
-For a short amount of time -due to the energy that's needed- she can to control and alter visual reality around others making them see what they DONT want to see.
-If focusing deeply she can alter or induce thoughts into others, leading them to the action she chooses.
-She has presented super-human agility (making up for the physical strenght she lacks)
History:
Unknown


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post Oct 20 2010, 12:14 AM
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(I am starting this one, people can still join in, if they want to, but I think the three of us are able to spin a story well enough.)

The Red District, Chaos

Pierce sloped down in his luxurious armchair as the customer rushed out of the building, in order to make a convincing first expression he was forced to act all stiff and a bit menacing to drive the point across to his would be customers. He was not one for hard work so sometimes even putting on an act seemed rather bothersome, even unpleasant, not that he ever regretted intimidating mortals, but it seemed almost pointless from time to time. Reaching into his drawers, Pierce drew a cigarette and lit it with a match. Breathing in a cloud smoke with his rotting lungs, he could feel a slightly coughing sensation, but that was all there was. It was all he felt, his body was rotting away at a slowed paste, which was all thanks to his powers keeping the bod corrosion in check. The further the rot spread, the less he could carry on acting like a human, which meant that sooner or later he would need to change bodies.

It wasn`t that it was too hard to find a dead corpse and inhabit it, but finding a body that suited his needs was a troublesome task, not to mention the various bribes he was forced to pay out. Yet even, if the the body`s condition was top-quality and the grave-keepers satisfied, there was the matter of witnesses. One time a woman recognized him as her late husband and mind you the common people need not know, that there are corpses walking about and cashing in for dealing with supernatural elements.

Yet when it came to the supernatural Pierce had to admit, that he was the least extraordinary creature amongst his agency. Thomas Walker, a shady type at best and quite literally as well, a human with he ability to control shadows to do his biding tough the man seemed to prefer to treat his own shadow as a partner of sorts. Not that Pierce had anything to complain as Tom was an exemplary worker, but still Pierce had a slight distrust towards anyone capable to such feats.

Then there was Mara, a demon, a half-breed mind you. Pure demons remained on their plane of existence and rarely bothered with the mortal plane save to torment mortals or spread their own kind, of which Mara was living proof of. Cold-blooded, merciless and sinister, Mara was no doubt the one amongst them, who was least motivated by the momentary rewards they cashed in. It was a wonder, that Mara had chosen to join his little group yet Pierce believed that it sufficed to her, that they actually knew what they were up against. Whatever Mara wanted to toy with, Pierce had no arguments, she was free to conduct any type of behaviour she wished to. Pierce would have found it overwhelmingly bothersome to act as someone`s self-consciousness and too wasn`t on the moral bandwagon either, besides as long as business was good Mara could go out and hunt humans for her pleasure as long as she did not drag back a full-compliment of police officers.

Pierce sluggishly paced to the lounge and sat down on one of the couches, spreading his arms wide on the back of the couch followed by a heavy sigh. If there was one thing he never was good at dealing with, it was stress and he could not believe, that he could actually feel stressed when he was dead. If he had a job, he would go out and do it, get it over with. Yet when there were problems, that had no long term solution all he could do is wait, he was frustrated out of his mind. Pierce slowly glanced around the lounge, things had quieted down, the few customers had left, either awaiting results or left disappointed. There was no point in returning once the job was done.

Yet the night was still young and Pierce could only wait for either the next customer or the return of one of his associates.


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post Oct 20 2010, 01:58 PM
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“I suppose I should head back now,” Tom muttered to himself. His shadow, which rested in its proper place on the wall, though, at that moment, was fluttering with an unexplained eagerness, seemed to agree.

Tom had just successfully finished his most recent job. It was like the many he had done before and would do in the future, so this was a very normal, and –in Tom’s completely honest opinion- even a bit boring, night. Though he was fine with doing this; it was not as if he had anything else to do- More like, it was not as if he had anything else more productive to do.

Assured that he was alone (save for the dark figures whose company he had grown so accustomed to), Tom sunk back into the shadows in a dark alleyway. In less than a second, he was already at his destination. Tom emerged out of the smoky shadows that suddenly rose (and quickly sank back into their normal forms) from the darkness behind the couch.

He noticed Pierce and simply said with a half-friendly smile, “Hello.” And he walked around to sit on the other side of the couch.

“Any customers drop by while I was gone? Any more jobs for me to do?” Tom started with an honest tone, though ended a bit jokingly, as though he was expecting Pierce to not answer the first questions in the affirmative:

“Or is there nothing to do?”


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post Oct 20 2010, 05:19 PM
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"I'll have to disagree with the second" A voice sneered behind them. Mara was calmly sitting in the window rail, looking at them in pure amusement "It's sort of amazing how fast this world can go from bad to total sht storm" She mumbled as she shruged "So my guess is that we have some work to do right?" She asked as she turned around toward Pierce.


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post Oct 21 2010, 02:22 AM
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Pierce sighed heavily, rubbing his sore neck with tired expression on his face. These two certainly were a handful, but in order to keep his operation running properly he needed at least two agents on the field while he took care of the finances and contracts. Did they have work? Hell yes and the newest one would be troublesome. Pierce reached into his vest pocket and placed two photographs on the table for his associates to examine. He leaned forward and leaned his elbows against his knees as he spoke with a troubled tone, obviously this one wasn`t as easy as the menial tasks they were usually set out to do.

"These photos were taken at the local morgue a few days ago, apparently a patrol picked these up after they had gone to investigate a racket."

The pictures depicted two dead corpses, both seemingly normal human beings with no superficial wounds. Their clothes seemed somewhat outlandish and they both shared the same short hair cut. More notably they both had a visible tattoo, that resembled a ring of thorns that around their necks. It appeared as tough they had been choked to death or killed through means, that did not leave any trauma on the outside.

"Check out the tattoo.... Seem familiar? I reckon it should be.... they were part of Malphas` gang."

Needless to say that anyone, who hadn`t heard of Malphas and his gang on The Red District were either stupid, out of town or ignorant. They were the undisputed rulers of The Red District and on their arrival had drowned the place in a tide of blood, oh and most of them were half-breed demons. Pierce had established a good relationship with the gang when he had set up shop on the district, at first he had to crack a few skulls of those, who had very little meaning to the gang and then set things straight with the higher up`s. Whenever there was a problem requiring finess, the gang came to them and Chaos dealt with it in return for a fee, albeit there was a discount included.

Pierce was clearly annoyed by the recent development as where he knew that Mara was overjoyed, that her dubious prediction had hit the bullseye. The problem with this case wasn`t that it was from Malphas, but that someone actually had the stones to kill two of Malphas` men and leave their bodies out so that the city patrols could pick them up. Pierce killed his cigarette with a grin on his face, his yellowish teeth creating an evermore grimacing appearance.

"First Malphas wants us to get rid of the bodies, we can`t have the autopsy revealing the true nature of the gang. I can`t even imagine what would follow, if the police would manage to put two and two together about their true nature. Also as we dispose of the bodies, we are to conduct an investigation on the killer, whoever he or she is, Malphas wants their head on a spike. All we need to do is find the culprit and point the bloodhounds in the right direction. Tough there is no guarentee, that pack of hounds won`t find the killer before we do, they are already tearing the district apart and shaking down every supernatural element living here."

Pierce explained with a certain degree of steel in his eyes as this was not a laughing matter, he was somewhat laidback, but the idea of his whole operation being ruined by some twat with a grudge against gangsters, did not leave his any room to relax.


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post Oct 21 2010, 08:03 AM
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Tom did not expect to hear of an assignment such as this, and his smile showed that he was pleasantly surprised.

"Maybe I could ask my 'friends' if they've seen anything," he suggested. It was incredibly useful to have eyes and ears all over the city. Tom had discovered a long time ago that shadows, since they were almost everywhere, could hear and see almost everything, and were always eager to reveal the apparently interesting secrets of humans. Tom found it absolutely entertaining to hear the whispers move along the shadows, like a wave on the ocean; it was as if the shadows competed, trying to see which among them could spill the most intriguing secrets. Gossip always spread like wildfire.

Though Tom's shadow was the most generous in this department; it was never hesitant to tell Tom anything that might be useful to him. However, Tom frowned, realizing that if a murder, a big secret like this, had happened, he would have heard of it by now.

He turned to his shadow, as if demanding an answer. It shrunk back timidly, though there seemed to be some kind of exchange between them before Tom spoke in a confused tone:

"Give me some time and I'll get some information..." He was perplexed, and a bit frustrated, as to how he was not being told this information. He was not used to this. Surely shadows could not be intimidated by a murderer?

"I'm assuming we're leaving soon?" Tom asked; he seemed abnormally restless that night.


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post Oct 21 2010, 01:01 PM
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"Yes, all three of us."

Pierce confirmed with a frank expression on his face, they would need all their rescources to quickly deal with this killers, supernatural or not, taking down two of Malphas`s gang members was no small feat. Tough the gangs reputation may have helped to create such an image, but perhaps killing them wasn`t that hard, only dealing with the aftermath was another thing completely. You reap what you sow and whoever had sown these seeds of hatred had to be either incredibly brave or stupid, maybe even both. Pierce pushed himself up from the couch and gazed at Tom with a sneer as he was seemingly having problems with his shadow, troublesome beings.

"Tom, you come along and try to contact any shadow with a clue as to what might have happened, but go around asking from what the police or armed patrols might know of this. Mara, we`ll dispose of the bodies and see what kind of evidence the police managed to extract from the bodies. Hopefully nothing unusual has been noticed and we can cover the killers tracks without any hassle, the last thing we need is the police aware of our intentions or the armed patrols looking for the killer at the same time. As far as they should know this reeks of a deal gone bad or gang warfare."

Pierce instructed as he paced to the far wall where his trench-coat, which had seen better days, was hanging. The undead man pulled he coat on and glanced at his associates without saying a word, but his eyes told another tale, in a long time he was annoyed by something, even angered by it. This killer seeking to upset the languid setting he had created for himself here.


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Mara couldnt help but snicker softly "I knew it...the scent of blood was all over the air" She mumbled happily to herself, apparently not giving a damn about the fact that the two rotting corpses now laying in the morgue, had once been of her own kind. "But as amusing as this might be...you have to admit there's something wrong with this whole business...it's not like I'm saying those f*!@faces didnt deserve it, but how can we be sure that this wasnt just an inside job, and the big bosses are just uninformed? It wouldnt be strange coming up from them..." She said, mumbling the last part.


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"I'd think it's safe to say that there is something strange about this," Tom agreed, taking into consideration his shadow's lack of cooperation.

"But then again, when is anything we do on a day-to-day basis not strange?"

He thought for a moment, looking around. "I'm sure I'll get some, if not all, of the information we need." Shadows were fickle things, and Tom had learned, over years, how to properly deal with them.

He quickly stood up, ready to go. Though his shadow seemed slightly less eager.


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Pierce motioned for them to follow as he began walking away, he passed through the twin doors and stepped outside with a ponderous face. True enough, who better to know and take out two members of Malphas`s gang than one of their numbers. Yet even, if it was inside politics Pierce had a feeling that the higher-ups would be aware, one way or another, and would not send their men to tear down the district in search of a non-existent killer. Besides these two kills did not match any of the ways, in which the gang usually dispatched of their foes and he did not think they would be so sloppy as to compromise the gang as a whole. Pierce reached into his vest pocket and drew a simple key as his associates exited, he turned the key in the lock and dropped it whence it came from.

He glanced at the two with a shrug at their earlier theories, as soon as Pierce had been making decisions on his own, he had found best to simply go along things and play his part in things. That way he would usually walk out on top, he only did what he was hired to do and left any moral or otherwise troublesome questions unanswered, that was what kept Malphas happy anyway.

"There`s no point in guessing and even, if it was one of their number then we might as well track him down. We are getting paid anyway so either way, for us this is a win."

Pierce said as began slowly pacing down the street. After turning the corner they arrived to the main street of the district, that branched into various sideroads and so forth. The agency was located almost at the very back of the district, but still in a fairly visible location overall. Down the street they would find a variety of nefarious operations, ranging from gambling halls to an actual hanging platform, a relic of a bygone era yet surprisingly frequently used every since the arrival of Malphas. Every once in a while some poor bastard ended up hanging at the end of a noose, for a very good reason naturally, mainly they were rival gang members from other districts of the city. The bodies remained there until the locals either grew sick of the sight or when all the dust had settled and the city guard had regained some guts to retrieve the body from up there.

Poor humans did not have a clue of what they were up against, not the other gangs nor the city guard or the police force. Pierce considered most humans lucky, that Malphas simply content to having what he had tough in that aspect Pierce was similiar to the gang leader, no need to upset the status quo. Yet this bastard, this killer was trying his best do just that and thus far he had succeeded briliantly. Starting from the very beginning what kind of a person would do this? Gender had no part, race might have something to do with how the victims were killed, age was inconsequential, but what of the motive? A grudge or maybe this was some idiotic crusader for justice? Maybe both.

Pierce was locked deep in thought as he paced down the street, but glared at Mara with a moments of suspicion in his eyes. She was intuitive to say the least, but it wouldn`t surprise him, if she knew more than she was letting on. If these killings were conducted two days ago, the killer had plenty of time to produce more so either this was an isolated incident or the killer was calculative another to keep himself in check.

"Say Mara, how come you never thought of joining up with Malphas and his people?" Pierce asked out of the bloom as tough he did not have a care in the world. "You would have fit right in, I`d assume or am I not too far off to guess, that you find their methods crude?"

Pierce rarely incited conversation unless necessary, but occasionally it did not hurt to know the people he had hired to his agency and they had not been in business for too long.


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"Ohh...that's sort of racist dont you think?" She said as she chuckled happily, looking more amused than offended. "I'll make it short for you...apparently I dont go with the prototype of member they want...APPARENTLY having a nice chat with someone, and then randomly slitting his troath and ripping out his heart is too much for them" She mumbled, at first darkly but then looking happily nostalgic, as for a momment it was impossible to know if she was kidding or if she was serious.
"Anyway, now I guess you can imagine why my relationship with them has never been exactly friendly. But hey, I'm pretty comfy in here...if you ask me, they are just a bunch of p*!@$%s that call themselfs demons" She grumbled "And whatever is coming to them...they sure as hell deserve it" She announced as her lips curved into a pleased smile.


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While Pierce and Mara were making conversation, Tom trailed behind them and tried to make conversation with his shadow, which he talked to in low whispers. Tom found it very irritating, and his voice showed it.

However, by whatever means, he was certain he would get what he needed out of his less-than-reliable companion. Though, at the moment, his shadow was still trying to get around the interrogation, hoping that Tom was daft enough to believe that the little information it was spilling out was actually useful.

Tom stared ahead, while talking quietly in a stern tone. “Look, I’m sure the police can tell us where they found the bodies. If you honestly think that bit of information is what I’m asking of you, you must take me for an idiot-”

Hesitantly, his shadow whispered something back, to which Tom replied, his patience wearing thin:

“I don’t see how that information would help, either; we know what the victims look like. I swear, you’re getting on my nerves-”

Yet still, his shadow shrank away, wishing to disappear fully into the ground like a dog who had just disobeyed its master. Tom sighed. He did not know what was making it act this way; all he knew what that this (like the very few arguments they had had over the years) was going nowhere. And it was not like the random shadows on the streets- who also seemed to be behaving in a similar way- would be any more faithful to Tom than his own shadow was.

Tom scratched his head and frowned. There was no way to knock sense into such beings. There was no way to threaten them (at least, for a human to threaten them), and almost no way to motivate them; they neither needed nor wished for material possessions or money.

However. There were a few ways to bargain with them, but Tom was only capable of one specific way.

Tom changed to a lighter, more casual tone, while still talking quietly. “How about this, my friend… You give me all of the information I need, and you can… Well, I will allow you to come and go as you please; take over my body for a bit, whenever you want; stretch your legs and wander away from your 2-dimensional floors and walls. How about it?”

His shadow thought for a moment, seeming to eye Tom suspiciously. Taking over its human’s body was probably the most fun a shadow could have, to experience movement in the third dimension, to eat, to sleep, to gamble, what have you. Unfortunately, Tom’s shadow hadn’t been able to do that as often as it would like, ever since Tom had learned to defend himself from such invasions.

It weighed its options; whatever it was that kept it from speaking up earlier, this deal was worth the risk. It asked Tom for how long, while trying to bargain.

“Just this night… No, not a fortnight!… Not even four nights. How about two nights?… Three?… Alright, three. But you have to hold up your end of the deal.” Tom was not too thrilled about this, since he was fearful of his shadow cooperating only when Tom offered what it wanted, now that it knew Tom would provide it. But Tom had to do what he could for such a job.

His shadow returned to its normal size, nodding enthusiastically. It spoke something to Tom, who then replied, in his voice’s normal volume, clearly satisfied at what he had heard, “Is that so? Well thank you for confirming our suspicions. Remember, come and go as you please, but I may need to question you at any given time, so be alert.”

Now he addressed his co-workers:

“Well, my shadow confirms- from its source of information- that it was another member of Malphas’s gang. Therefore, a half-breed. Male. Around five feet, seven inches tall. He fled to the north section of the city after the murder, and apparently he is still in the city.

I hope that was helpful.” He turned to Pierce, “Though if you need more information, I can still get some more out of my friend here, who eagerly made a deal with me.” He almost chuckled at the thought.


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