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*The Shadows : [The Hat Man would remain quiet— and contemplate on his next course of action if he were to survive in this world. There were only two Shadows left much like himself and yet one of them acted more of a scout than anything else, and really couldn’t do much as far as offensive capabilities were concerned and the other was more bestial in nature and harder to control, and often times it took gestures of violence and torture to keep the Long Legs Shadow in mind. With the Child and the Long Legs left, this meant that the Hat Man would have to take a course of action which he didn’t think that he would ever need to do. At least not in this era anyway but as it turned out to be, he knew the threats were high here and he knew the perfect direction to go in. He just took a moment to look at Tetsuya for the time being, and noticed that the man was much too tired to be of any threat but the moment he would regain his composure and power, then he would be something of a force to avoid. And the Hat Man could only do so much when he hadn’t properly fed. And he knew of maybe few places which he could have his feast at. The Hat Man moved his right hand up and took hold of the brim of his fedora hat, now tipping it forward as a sign of respect—or perhaps mockery, to Tetsuya. He was free to interpret the Shadow Person’s actions however he wished. He now focused on the negative vibrations within himself and upon feeling them, the Hat Man focused on dispersing his form and so he did in the form of black smoky wisps. They would flutter and fly about before disappearing in the air, and there would be no sign of the Hat Man. However, his presence would linger for a moment and he’d leave Tetsuya with an experience which he perhaps would not want to go through ever again. But none the less, the Hat Man was actually pleased to have finally met a creature of fable and legend, and was curious if there were any more in the world. And if they were able to be fed upon from… he could only imagine the kind of power which would saturate throughout his entire being]
*Tetsuya : **He'd know about Matsurei, but....wouldn't say anything about his presence** I...can't remember, there is a lot I cannot recall
*The Shadows : Y͘o̵u ̡̕ḑ҉o͘n̨͜҉'͝t͏̨ h̨av͜͞e ͜͢͠t͟͡o͟ ̨w͢o̴̷r̛r̢y͡ ͏̵͟á̴̸bo̡u̶͘t̨͘ ̸̡m̨͠ȩ͘ ͟t͠r͢y͢͝͝in̴̛g̵ ̷͢t̸o̶͝͠ ͟͞fè̡͝e̕҉d̶̸͟ ̵̧f̵̨r̴̵o̶̶͠m̶҉ ͝y̶̡o̵u̴.͏ ͘͠Ì͘ ̕c͝ą͟n͡'̀t̛͞.̵̢͠ J̵͟us̷̵̀t̡́͠ ̢to͘uc҉͞h̨i̡n̶͠g̢̧͜ ̷̨̛y͡o̧͜u͢ ̧͞b̸u͝rn̶̕s͜ ̛me̸͘.̛ B̨̛̕u̴̵͠t͟ ̢i̢t̕͞ ̶was͘ ̷͜qu̵͜it̡̀e̶͞͡ ̴̢t̸̛͢h͟͜e̴̕ ́e̡x̢́͠p̷̴ȩ̸͟r̸̛͜i͏e̷̛n͝͞c͠e̢҉ ͝in͠ m̸ee̡t̶̛in̴͜͢g ҉o̴͡n̕͞e ̵̧of̡́̕ ̸̛y͡o̧͞u͡r̛ ͜k̶̀i҉n̶̢d̵͏̶.̧̕ ͟͟͞I̕͠͡ ̸̛͜w̢o͘n̸̨͏d̴er̶͢.͢.͟. ̢̧i̸̡͞f ͠͝t̢h͟͝e͡r̷̷e̶̡ ̧̀a҉r̴̨e̢ ̵͠͞a̵̛͡n͢͢y͝ ̴͡o͏͝t̶̛͏h͘͜e͠r̵s͢ ̵ou̷t̛ ́͝t̢h̵̛͝e̴r̨e͢͡ ì̴͏n͢ ̶̕t̵̕͝his̸̀ to͞w҉n̕,̴ ̧̢o̶̡͘r̶ ̕͡͞t̴́h̵͞įs̷ ̢͘w̷ǫ̛r̛l̵̢͏d̷҉ ̀a̵ ̧͢͡l͠͝o҉t͟͝ ̸̛҉l͡i̵k͜e̛͢͠ ́ỳo̡͠ư̵̕ŕ̛͠s͞e̶l͝f̴̢.͢͢͝ ͞҉͟O͞͠r ̢d̡i͜d҉̶ y͘̕o̧u a̢͝ĺl͟͏ ́͘j̢u̴̴̕s̛͞͠t̡͜..̢.҉̕͜ ̧͠͝d͡is͘͠a̕͠ṕ̨̛pȩ͠ar̢̢ ̢b͘e̸̵͝c͏͠á҉̸ùs̢͝ȩ̕ ̨p̀e̢͜o̴̷ple͞ ̡͘҉stơ̡͘ṕ͡p̶̡͠é̀͝d̨ ̀b͟e͞li̢̛͠e͏̵v̶̨͡i̶n̵g͟͏.̷̀̕ ̶̴I̶̢҉ ̢w̶͞ònd̛͞er.͝
*Tetsuya : ...Shut up, your voice is annoying **He'd lift his head once more, aiming to focus on the Hatman despite the dizziness** I already know I can't recall who I am
*The Shadows : I͘n̢͏tr̸҉ig̷҉͜u͜͢i̸͠n̶g̷.̛͞.͜͡.̶̵̛ ͟I̷t͞ ̶̛̀ś̸͏e͜͏͞em̢͟ş̕ ̀͢a͟͠ş̨̀ ̛͢͡i̶͜f͞ ̶͜y̷̶͝o͡u ąre͠ ̷̕͘ǹ̨ot e̵͡nţ̢͝įrè͟l̨͢y̴ ̕͢í̸n ̨c̸̀͠ont͏̵͘ro̧͘͢l͟ ͟ǫ͢͡f͞ ͘͞y̢̕҉o̢ur͞ ͞p͘ò̴we̶̶̛r̢, ̢͏D͘͠rà̢g͠ò̵n̢͜.̢̛ Y͝o͟͝u͟ ̕ą̵̴r̴̶͜è̶ ̕͠l̴̵ò̶s͟t...҉ ͘͢N͢ot ͟͝ńe͢͡͝ce̕͢s̷̛s̡͡͞à͏ŕ͞i͜͝l͟͜y ́in̨ ҉thąt ҉y̕͘o͢u̴ ̶҉a̡͡r̸e ̛l̵͜o̶͘͡s̡͘t̀ ҉in ̧̡t̶͢ry̸̨̧i̛ń͢g t̢́͢o̵̵ ͏̴g̶̡o҉ ͢s̕͘o͜me̷͞wh͜͡e͜r̵̛ȩ̀,̸ ̡͢bu̷̴ţ͏.̨̛͠.́ Ý́o̕u͏ ̧d̸̸o͏͘ ņot ̛k̸͝no͏̧̀ẁ wh̵̢o͝ ̴̸͘an͘d̴ ͞w̷̛h͏͘a̵t̸͘ ̛yó̡u͡ ̡a͟r̡͞e.̛̀͢ ̸̡́A̵̕͠nd҉ ̶us͟in̢̕͜g̵ ҉t̢̡͘h͡a̢t́͞ ̷͠r̶̀͟eś͞t̀ri͞c̴t́e͝d̢ ̢p͏o̡w̵͢e̷҉r̕̕.̧͟͠..̵ ̴̨͡T̨̕s͠k,̴͝ ͜t͢sk̕.҉͏ ͜͝T̢͡ha̶͜t̷'̴s̕͟ a̡̛ ̶̴́b͘͜i̵g҉ ̴͡n̵o̕͡-̵̡no҉́͡,́ ̡́͘li̴͏͟z̧̕͞ar̡̀͢d.̵͟ ̛͘A̷͝ ̕͠ver̵̢͏y̸ ̨b̛i͏g͡͠ ̧̢͢n͞o̢̕-̶͝n̵o̴.̴ ̴Ý̷ơ͡u̶͜͝ ̴s͠ḩó̧͢u̶͡l̕d̴ m̷̀o̸͝s̨̛t̸ ̡͜çe̵͢rt́̕a͝í̵n̶͡l̸̨y̴͢ ̴̛k͟n͘o҉̴́w̵̡̢ b͞e̛tt̢̢er̷.̴ P̷͜i̸t͏̴̀y.̴͢
*Tetsuya : **Pushing himself back up to his feet, he'd look around, feeling confused and wondering why he was so light-headed now...that in mind, he'd sit on the bench again, waiting for the dizzy spell and weakness to pass...he also felt ratehr hungry now, but also like he was going to be sick....what had happened while he had blacked out?**
*The Shadows : [The Hat Man widened his eyes to see the Shiroi-ryuu extending a hand out and unleash a blast of Ether imbued light and he immediately realized that if that light were to hit him, he would undoubtedly be hurt by it and so the Hat Man had focused on the negative energy which was within himself, and focused on it allowing himself to slink into the shadow which he was standing within, and he dropped down and once more seemingly disappeared from the very spot and the blast would instead hit the tree and likely cause it some scorching on the bark… However, the Hat Man would now appear as he had moved his head up from the shadow which was being cast by a statue which was about some twenty feet away from Tetsuya now, and the Umbral just took in the moment to process what had just happened. The Dragon was able to use whatever amounts of Ether he had inside of himself, and yet he seemed to suffer no real ill-effects but then again, it wasn’t as if he was trying to unleash a blast which was the equivalent of a Tsar hydrogen bomb going off, which surely would have to have put a serious and painful strain on him, possibly even tear him apart and kill him— but then again, magic of that power and magnitude couldn’t have been utilized due to the restricted access to the Ether. Humans were unable to perform such feats of magic as they could back in earlier eras as of now due to science being the status quo but then again, perhaps the remnant reserves of the Ether inside of a Dragon were something not to be underestimated. However, was it a good idea for Tetsuya to be doing something like that so brazenly and in the open? The Hat Man however had pulled himself further from the shade, and he had once more slipped his hands into his trench coat, and tilted his head to the right as he now watched Tetsuya somehow losing himself once more. If anything… He could attempt to feed off from him, but that wasn’t a good idea. No, because the Hat Man could run the risk of seriously injuring himself or possibly even wind up invoking whatever power the man had inside of himself. And he was not stupid enough to try something like that again. That would be like a vampire trying to bite into a being made of pure sunlight… All the Hat Man could do is watch from a distance]
*Tetsuya : **He'd raise one hand, aiming to unleash a few blasts of Ether imbued light at the Hatman, his subconscious sealed away again, memories of who he once was, fading as he falls to his knees, anything draconian gone as he aims to catch his breath** What...?
*The Shadows : "͏̛I͞ d̵͘o҉ ̴͢w͜h̷̀͡a̸̧͡t͟͞͠ ̸̵i̸̕͝s̵͏ ͘͟n̴͏e͏̧e̢҉de̛d ́f̷ǫ̀͞r̡͢ ͘m̵e͠ ͟t̛o̧͠ ́ş̀uş҉t҉̢a̵͡i̵n͘͟ ̴̛m̧̕͞ỳ̶ ͟͜s̡̀t҉͘͡r̡̕e͢n̢g͝t͏h͟͜҉.͝ ̷͠N͠͠o̵͝͝ ̀d҉͏i̷̛͝f̨̛fe̡̢҉r͡͠eņ̴ţ ͝t͢h̕aǹ̴͠ ͟w̵̧͡h͜e̛͜ǹ̷ ̶a̛͟ ̷p͏ŕ̵͟e̶d͢a͘͝͏t̴o̧r̢ ̸͘h̨u̷҉nt̡s̢͞ ̡i̶t̵͏'́͘s ̴p̨r̨̢e̴̡y̢̢͢.҉̀͝ ͢H͏͞͏o͝w̢͢͜e͡ve͏̢r,͠ ͢I̵҉ ̢͟͢w͢͡o̸҉uld̵ ̷b̛e̛ ̵͘̕lyį̷n̸͟g̨ if̷ I͏̕ ͜są͞͠id̨ ̢͢I͠͝ ͝d͢͜i̢̕d̵̀͘ǹ'̢̀͠t̨͠҉ ̷҉f̶҉i͜͝n҉d̴ ̢́s͢ơ̕m̀ȩ ͏̶̛e̵͝ǹ̵j̴o̴̢͡ym̕͏e̴̸̕n̴̛͝t͏̸͏ í͟ń̵͡ s̶͠ę͢e͞҉̡i̸n̴̷̨g͠ ̴͟҉m͜y ̸͡s̢̀͝o͞u̧̢r͏̢͜ć̸͞ȩ͜ ͘͜of̵́ ͞͠ś̸us̶̡̡t҉̛e̕͜n̷a̶̧̡nc̛͡͝e͟͝͞ ͝h̵͜a͏́v͏̶in̕͟g ͟a̢ ͏l̷͠҉ơo̸̶k͠ ͏of̨͡ ҉̵͡t̕͡err̢or ̶̢p̕lą̀͝s̸̡̛t͞e̢҉͜re̡͟d̢͜ ͡o̸n̷̕͏t̛̕o ͘͟t͢h̸̢͜eir͢ ͏̛͡f́͏ace̶̛͏s͜.҉ A̢͏̵ńd̷̛̀ y̵̕o͢͝҉u͏̴ ͢b̸͠u̸̧r̡̧n͘ ̴m̶è ̛͝͝a͘͝w̴̴͟a̷̕y̧? ҉I̵͢͠ ̨͢c̛̀́a̸̢͘n̕͢'̵t̸̛ ̀h̡̡̀ąv̨e ̵́ţ̵h̶̶a̕͢t.̛ ̵N̶̛o̢,̕ ͜I ̴͡m̵ò͘͝st ͟c̴̛͜e͡ŕ͞t̸͟aį̴nly҉̧͞ ͢c͢a̸͟n҉҉͞'̕t̀҉.̨̀.̵͟.̸̕ ̢A҉̸͡n҉͝d ͘yoư̴ ҉ḑ͟o̡n͢'͏t͘ ͢l̢͘o̵̴͡o҉̨k̸ ̶s͡͞o҉̧ ̛v̷̨e̢ry̶̢ s͘҉̴t̨ro͝n҉g̛͘͢ ̴҉yo͢uŕs͞e͠l͠f̸͘, ̷̕͡D̵r̴a҉̶g̸ơ͢n̴͡.͝
*Tetsuya : **He'd feel his energy waning, that part of him starting to become locked away once more...a low growl escaping him as he stumbled, a brief flash of pain reflecting hi his gaze as the claws and scales start to slowly vanish, even as he turns to face the Hatman once more** You need to be burned out, removed like the blight you are
*The Shadows : [The Hat Man had blinked for a moment, having been taken a back by the dialect of Japanese which the Shiroi-ryuu was speaking and it was one which he hadn’t even so much as heard in ages. There were a few different dialects of Japanese but this one was no longer spoken. However, the closer which Tetsuya had gotten to him, the more cautious which the Hat Man was beginning to feel since that aura of light was now… beginning to get troublesome for him and he would have to move away some few feet before he would perhaps be burned away by the light. Normal light wouldn’t even be a problem but this was not normal light as it was imbued with the Ether, though the Hat Man had to wonder how long the Ryuu could keep this up. He had slunk down into the shadow of the tree which he was standing underneath and seemingly disappeared from view. But then, his wide brimmed hat would move up and out from the shadow which was being cast by another tree some fourteen feet away from where he had previously been and he had looked to the now seemingly enraged Dragon for the time being. When he had been asked if he had been the one who was attacking the mortals, the Hat Man had motioned his hands to himself and nodded in confirmation but he didn’t really so much as see any transgressions in his actions. To him, this was just predation. It was no different from when a Lion would hunt and devour an Antelope. Now, he would be lying if he said he didn’t experience any pleasure from it— there was always some pleasure to be gained from what he did, especially seeing how mortals would freeze up with expressions of terror on their faces. He couldn’t help but grin, and as he did so, he was sure to bare his blackened teeth out which were inky and seemingly moist— almost as if they had been thinly layered in oil. Was he doing this to mock the Dragon? Possibly but he knew that this was a fight he surely couldn’t win. Not without some serious reserves of energy acquired and even then it would be hard gained. When he had spoken, his voice would be metallic and gravely but he would speak in that ancient language. After all, his kind were seen in all continents of the world and in various eras as well. It wasn’t unreasonable for him to know] "̴Y̕͏e͡s.̸͠͏ ̵̵Bu͘͏̕t̡͜͠ I͜͢͠ ̴d͜o͠͡n̷'̕t͜͢ ͘sȩ͘e̡ ̷͠͏ą̸̴n͠ỳ̡̨ ̧͢t̶r͜͠á̕ns̵̕͡ģ͟͟r͞é̸s̀҉s̶i̸҉on̵͡ ̸̨̕i̡͢n̕ w̛͜h̵́at̡͢ ̛͞I̵̸ ͟͢d́ơ̴̢.̧͡"
*Tetsuya : **He'd begin speaking in Japanese, an old form not used in this day and age anymore** You dare attack me? Are you the one attacking these mortals as well?
*The Shadows : It͟͞ ̸s͝ee҉ḿ̧͘s͏͝ ̨͜à͡s ̀͞i̵f́̕ ́t̴̕͡h͝è͝ ̢҉s̵̨to͝r̵̢i̸e̷͝ş ̛͞͠a̡̛̕bó̷̡uţ͏ ̸͘yo͢͞uŗ ̸͝ķ҉i̛͟ņ͠d̢ ̨͟aŕe̴͠ ̨̀͞t̢́́r͏̷u͟ȩ͜.̛ ͜͜An̢d ̨͠ýo͟͞u̧ ͘a̴̧r̀e̶͢ ̧͢n͡o̕t͘ t̷h͢é ̷̧f̵͟įr̸̡e̢͡͝ ͢bre̷͡a̸͜t͝h̡͜i͟ń̶̵g͞҉̕ ͟͠b̡e͡a͢͏̢s̸͝t̴͢͝s̵ ẃh̴i͏͜c̨h m̧̢͢an͜͜͞k҉̴̨i͘͟n͏d̶̡̀ ̀͞h҉̨a̢̨s̨ po͞҉r͏̛҉t̡̡̛r̶a̸͢y̶̷͠ę͜d ̴͢yoư̢҉ ̸͞t̨o be͟͠͏,͟͏̀ ̵e̸s͡p̡e̸c͡͠i̶͠a̧̧l͞͞ly̛̕͝ ̧̢wi͏̸t͞͝͏h͠͏ ̶ḿ̕o̢d̵͝è͢r͟n̵̨ ̷͝in̴͞t̸҉ę̸ŕ͜p҉r҉̨é̶ţat̡i̸҉͏o͜n̷s ͜sho̧͠w̢in̶҉̴g ̛͞ý̢҉ò̕u̶͟ ͠a͜s̵̸̸ ţ͜r̵̕ȩ̵a̛̕s̷̕͟ur̀e̵ h҉́ord͜͠in̵͟͞g ̴͢o͡͏̷v̛̕̕ér̸s̷̡i͞ze͘d͏̨̡ ̨l̀͢i̶za̵͠ŕ̸͟d̢͢s̵͘..̕.̴ ̨N̢ò,̵͢͟ ͝͏̀I ͜͡͞s̕͟͜e͢n̶̷͏s͟éd̶҉ ͡t̴̕h̛e͏҉ŗ̢͞e͡ ͢w̴͘͘a̶̧̢s͏ ̶a ̀͢͝p͠ow̕e͏r w̶̢i̛t̀͟h͡͏i̵̛n̵҉ y͜͟ờ̸u̴̴̕.͞͝ A̸̡ ͝p̷o̷w̧e̴͜r̷͢ ͢d̢͝i̶̸s̷҉çà͟r͏͜d̢͏͝e̕d̷ f̷͞rom̧ t̢h̵í̕͘s p̷̢l̛a͘͏̵nè̛͟ ơ̕f̵͞ ̸ę̴x̵̛i̶̶͢s͜t̶̵ęnc̸͟e̴̢͡.̢ ̢̛̀Ţ̢́h͠͏e͠ ̕͢É̕t̸͞her̶͜.̷̴͟ ̷́Y̵̛ou̡̧̕ ̶̡ą̧r̶͠e̵̡ a ̴̶́D̷̀r͠͝à͡go̵͠͞n̶̡.̀̀
*Tetsuya : **He'd let out a low hiss, before stalking forward as the Hatman reappears once more, light beginning to appear faintly around his body, aiming to burn away the negative darkness**
*The Shadows : [The Hat Man knew that he had little to no real chance against this being and outright conflict would likely end in his immediate demise, which was something that he could say— he was not ready for. Focusing on the negative vibrations within himself and the dark energy which had composed his entire being, he immediately dispersed his form from sheer will and then he would explode in a set of black wisps which would flutter and swarm about, moving all around Tetsuya as he had lunged out to attack but then the wisps would slink back and move to where there was a shadow which was being cast by a tree and upon nearing the source, the wisps would once more converge and assume the familiar humanoid shape of the Hat Man. Fighting was out of the question right now, as he had no real energy to perform the feats needed to effectively even have a chance against the Shiroi-ryuu and for him to even match that kind of power, he would have to find an ample source of negative energy. The Hat Man just then moved his arms down and he had slipped them into the pockets of his trench coat, assuming something of a less threatening stance but his presence was none the less quite threatening of itself. He had just attempted to attack the Shiroi-ryuu and possibly even had exposed his presence out to the mortals. And seeing Tetsuya now taking on a more reptilian quality in his appearance, with the claws and the scales appearing—the Hat Man knew that he was absolutely wrong in trying to attack something like a Dragon so upfront like that, and a Shiroi-ryuu of all things was perhaps the worst kind of thing which he could’ve attempted to attack. He had narrowed his glowing red eyes, and his hunger and thirst were strong but… he had learned the importance of control throughout the years he had been around. None the less, having never encountered a Dragon— he was actually quite curious about him and his kind. Why were they in hiding after all these years when they had such power? But to attempt to try and feed off from a Dragon.. the Hat Man was ballsy in trying that]
*Tetsuya : **He'd rise up to his feet, staring down the Hatman in return, something itching within his body to get out, his eyes becoming slit in their pupils instead of round like a humans, tiny silvery white scales appearing along the back of his hands and hairline, before he'd react on instinct to attack the thing of darkness, fingers becoming claw like before he'd lunge forward, his conscious mind blacking out as remnants of who he once was in his subconscious mind takes over, however briefly it could last**
*The Shadows : [And as soon as he had attempted to drain the man from whatever negative emotions which he had within himself, there was something of a burning sensation on the Hat Man’s hands and he also felt something just cause him something of an overwhelming amount of fear. He immediately had released his hands from Tetsuya’s face and allowed him to move away but only to then shake his hands from discomfort and then looked down at his palms for a moment— he would have to mend them later but then he had looked up at the man for a moment and immediately realized what he was based on the sheer contact of the energy which he had attempted to steal. Never in the man years which he had been around would he have ever expected to come across one of their kind before, believing them to be nothing more than sheer stories made up by the wild imaginations of man but then again… stories always had something of a grain of truth in them, and it seemed as if the old stories were right all along. This man was not a mere mortal at all but something so much more powerful, something much older. A Dragon— and not necessarily any ordinary dragon like the Wyverns of Europe, but something so much more regal. A Japanese Ryuu— a Shiroi-ryuu, specifically and given the reaction the Hat Man had to him, he would guess that this was a dragon that had powers which were based in light. But not necessarily ordinary mundane light— and that was why the Hat Man had been harmed by the sheer contact that he had attempted to establish. He had widened his glowing red eyes and the Umbral couldn’t help but scowl at the pain which he had endured but now he knew why he was feeling this overwhelming sense of caution. It made sense. A lot of things made sense, and it most certainly explained the feeling which he had felt… it was the Ether, or rather the remnants of the source of magic which once permeated through this world. The Hat Man had moved his hands down to the patch of shade which was cast by the bench and he had worked the shade to patch itself down onto his, working to mend the wounds which he had sustained for the time being. Upon feeling his hands no longer experiencing the pain, he removed them from the shade and now carefully stared upon the Dragon for the moment… knowing he might retaliate]
*Tetsuya : **Something deep within him would well up, aiming to fight back against the paralysis and the despair that was trying to well up within him, he would feel his head grabbed and yanked back though, caught off guard as he was in his confusion over the sudden feelings, his gaze turning up towards the Hatman, a sharp intake of breath heard before he'd aim to wrench himself away****
*The Shadows : [Again, he would focus on the negative vibrations within himself and disperse his form in the black wisps once more only to seek out wherever there happened to be patches of shade in the area, and the wisps would set themselves down and traverse through the darkness. He still trailed on after the man, following him as he would make his way over to the park and upon finding him once more— the Shadow Person would simply remain as he had happened to be in his dispersed form but only hiding in the patches of darkness which were provided to him by structures such as statues, benches, tables and in some situations— even parked vehicles. But there was something very curious about this individual, something which the Hat Man had felt long ago and yet seemingly had it placed in the very back of his mind. Yet it was so strong that it was difficult to believe that such a source of power like that could even exist in this day and age. He wasn’t too sure but this man looked as normal as one could appear, and seemingly was mortal. But the power the Umbral felt suggested otherwise. The wisps would move and congregate once more, forming into the familial shape of the tall, humanoid form which was donning the wide brimmed hat, the business shirt underneath and a tie which was wrapped around his neck—both of which were covered over by the large trench coat which the entity seemed to be wearing, and formal pants which completed the ensemble along with some formal shoes which were on the entity’s feet. However as the Hat Man approached the man from behind, he felt something which was alien to him after so long… an overwhelming sense of caution. If he was going to attempt to feed from the man, then he would have to be extremely careful. Aura of Fear: The Hat Man focused on attuning himself to the negative energy and vibrations within himself, and black shadowy wisps would swarm all around—and if possible, Tetsuya would feel a strong sensation of oppression and possibly fear and other feelings of despair welling up from within himself, though… he might also feel something of a strong feeling of paralysis. However, the Hat Man seemed to try a little harder than usual to project this outward as he then moved his hands from behind to grab a hold of Tetsuya’s head from behind, and if he caught a hold of him, then the Hat Man would forcibly lean his head back to get the man to have an upside down view of him. This was something which could be called an unwelcomed means of contact]
*Tetsuya : **Changing direction, he'd head for the nearby park, since the sense of nature there always seemed to calm him more often then not...and once he arrived, he'd move to take a seat on a bench, resting his face in his hands as he waits for the discomfort and headache to pass...unaware yet that he was being watched and followed**
*The Shadows : [There was something which the Hat Man had sensed, something very potent yet also extremely unusual. Something which he had never really felt before and it was something which could possibly even satiate his hunger for negative emotions and a lower vibration. It was something which he would need if he were going to be keeping his strength and it most certainly was much stronger than the man known as Diros. And so the Hat Man had immediately focused on pin-pointing the location of this source of energy, and he moved his right arm out and held his hand outward, and immediately he was able to feel it. He stepped back and now focused on dispersing himself by manipulating the negative energies within himself, and his body would turn into a set of wisps which would now burst outward and seemingly disappear as they would swarm and fly about. Each of the wisps would find and locate wherever there was ample shade to be found, and move into the very shade only to then reappear to the location of where the energy source had happened to be, and yet they would remain intangible and unseen— part of the the environment itself, since there were shadows and light everywhere. The Hat Man would then “look” from the darkness which was provided by the walls and the buildings casting them, looking upon the white haired individual who seemed to be going through some kind of discomfort and displeasure. This man was the source of the energy and yet it felt… unique, it felt stronger than anything which he had ever felt before and the Shadow wanted to know what this energy had happened to be. The wisps would move along the ground and merge, reforming the familiar tall and hominid shape which would take the formal appearance of a man dressed in outer business wear. And when the Hat Man had reformed himself, he had now looked upon Tetsuya with those glowing red eyes and just took this time to further observe him. If he didn’t know any better, it would seem as if this man seemed to be quite lost. Not necessarily lost in the direction where he was going but lost in many other ways]
*Tetsuya : **Leaving a cafe, he'd check his watch, before he'd start off on his way once more, heading for the crosswalk and making his way across the street, though as he was on the other side, he'd feel another of his headaches, one hand coming to his head as he comes to a stop, waiting for the pain to pass....he had a feeling he knew what it was, his memories trying to return, though the cold darkness he was feeling throughout the city lately wasn't helping either**
*The Shadows : [Things were proving to be unusually dangerous for the Umbral right now, and if anything they hadn’t expected a mortal to possess a weapon which was capable of harming them and yet the weapon wasn’t even one of magic for that matter. Instead, it was a weapon of science which had proven to be exceptionally dangerous though in the last forty years, science had provided the technology needed to create weapons which were perhaps on par or even surpassing those of magic. What was once empowered by the Ether seemed to be long forgotten and disregarded, was instead seemingly taken place by something which worked the mundane on a fundamental level to achieve new heights which was once thought only through magic. The Umbral were aware of the achievements of man, especially how a group of three scientists and one former marine in New York were able to create weapons which allowed them to fight against the undead and other supernatural threats. Now there were awakened mortals who were capable of harming them by tapping into a power within and there was even a woman not from this world, who struggled with her own power but was able to none the less kill one of them. The Hat Man had pondered as to what his next course of action should even be, as now these threats were too high to ignore—if he and his kin were to make these their hunting grounds, to draw upon and feed from the mortals, then he would have to do something about them. But as he stood up top the roof of what could be called City Hall, he had looked down upon the numerous mortals who were busy tending to their lives, going about the hustle and bustle of both work and play. And yet they were so blissfully unaware of the very presence which seemed to be watching them. The Hat Man just narrowed his glowing red eyes in malice of those whom had killed two of his following, and it would only be a matter of time before more of his kin were killed. While they were not at all creations of his doing, they were creatures born of the darkness much like him and yet… they were subservient to him, likely due to the amount of strength and power which he had within and established. But now, he would have to feed and there were so many down there to choose from— and it wasn’t too bright out. The sky was filled with overcast, and he could find ample shade to travel through and possibly even hide within. Of course, he would eventually have to go down and carefully pursue the prey chosen. It had always been that way]
*Gabriel Beleves : **Once the thing was dead, he'd replace the vibro-blade into it's sheath, he'd then let the adrenaline fade, the aches from the fight making themselves known as he begins to move away from the area...it was tme to head home and bandage himself up, and then do research on just what that thing had been**
*The Shadows : [It was in too much pain to do anything about it— and attempting to go intangible against a weapon which probably had something of an electrical current which enabled it to strike at enemies which had such ability, wouldn’t really help in terms of an evasive action. And the creature howled out in pain as soon as the blade had managed to cleave through it’s right arm where the shoulder area had happened to be, and the black wisps would be flowing out like blood but behind the wisps would be that dark blue light which seemed to be inside of the creature—and all it could do was simply lurch forward and then arch back as it raised it’s left arm up— and howled out in even more pain and the shriek was so loud, that it even had echoed throughout the very area. People who were close by but were unaware of the fighting going on, would be wondering if a wild animal had gotten loose and was making a call, or if said wild animal had managed to get killed or something. And then the creature’s shrieks would be silenced as the blade finally made contact with the Cornerhead’s neck, and then it simply blinked it’s glowing white eyes which were now fading and more of the black wisps would be flowing out from the wound as the dark blue light emanated from the tear in the neck. And it’s head soon rolled forward and it had hit the ground. As soon as it had dropped, the head would begin to dissipate as the wisps which had composed the creature seemed to be breaking apart and moving off in various directions. The severed arm which was now on the ground also began to dissipate into nothingness as the wisps were also leaving it behind as well. Then the headless body of the Cornerhead had dropped to the right and it had hit the ground, right where a shadow cast by a building was looming and it simply sunk into it, claimed back by whatever darkness had birthed these creatures. Now, there were two less shadows roaming the city of Philadelphia, and perhaps the world. Celine had managed to kill the Hooded Monk, and now Gabriel had managed to end the terror of the Cornerhead Shadow. If Gabriel were to look around, he would see there would be no movement, and if he were to listen— aside from the sounds of cars driving by, some music playing in the background some said vehicles, there was nothing to indicate that he would be of any immediate danger]
*Gabriel Beleves : **He'd ignore the wound on his neck, his gaze focused fully on the creature, as he takes in the blue light emanating from it, he'd grip the blade steady once again, side-stepping the hand and striding forward once more, swinging the blade to slice off it's other arm, before he'd lunge forward successful or not with the arm, and aiming to bring the blade around to slash through the creature's neck**
*The Shadows : [That was something which the creature hadn’t at all expected and then it had felt something plunging deep within it’s chest cavity. Something very odd would occur here as the wound now seemed to be emanating a dark blue illumination from within itself, while also releasing this black wisp which seemed to compose the very creature itself and it released a painful howl from within as the vibro-blade would pierce through the middle of it’s chest and pierce out it’s back. However, given that it was a creature that didn’t necessarily have vital organs… Killing it like that wouldn’t necessarily be done just like that. It was still very much alive but quite in pain to where it was unbearable, and it had released it’s jaws from Gabriel’s neck— and it had slunk backwards, the sword moving out from within the creature’s back and chest and from the wound, more of this dark blue colored light seemed to emanate out from within the hole while the wisps seemed to be leaving it as well. Had Gabriel been fighting a flesh and blood creature, this would’ve been over right here but not yet. It had placed it’s right hand onto it’s chest and worked to endure the pain which it had sustained but even that was something of a tall order to achieve. It then had raised it’s glowing white eyes up and now shot a glare to Gabriel and then it had rushed right in towards him, and it moved it’s right arm upward, and then aimed to drag it down, intending on striking down onto Gabriel’s chest with it’s remaining hand and use it’s inhuman strength to deliver a painful strike down onto the cybernetically enhanced man and once more use it’s nails to deliver cuts down onto him. Even in such a wounded state as this, it was still willing to fight]
*Gabriel Beleves : **Spotting the garbage can coming for him, he'd leap up above it, landing on it's surface briefly before springing off once more and landing on his feet again, as the hand comes towards him, he'd allow it to connect, his neck being grabbed, though as his neck is bitten, he'd bring his arm around quickly, slamming the blade down into the creature from behind at the location of where it's heart should be**
*The Shadows : [The Cornerhead had missed it’s intended target and watched Gabriel had dropped down and moved to get out of the way and now slashed away with that vibro-blade of his. In reaction, the Cornerhead had immediately shifted backwards while raising it’s arms up and then it had felt something connecting with the front of it’s left hand—and then something had also disconnected as well, and from the wound—came this black inky wisps which seemed to be dissipating in the air, and the Cornerhead had howled out in absolute pain and anger at this point. It watched as the top of it’s left hand, along with maybe three fingers now had slumped forward and then had hit the ground. It watched as one part of it’s left hand now had it’s fingers twitching, and then the chunk had dissipated into nothingness as the black wisps would fly from it. Gabriel had managed to hurt the umbral creature and it showed as it lurched forward and moved it’s right hand out, grabbing onto the wrist of it’s wounded hand. It then released a glare of absolute anger and hated to Gabriel and then turned around only to then move it’s right arm out and it took a hold of a garbage can which was filled with sewage, likely rainwater and waste left behind from the homeless— and even had a dead rat floating around in the green putrid soup. It lifted the garbage can up by the handle, and then flung it’s right arm forward only releasing the garbage container forward and the Cornerhead Shadow intended to strike the man directly in the chest with the thrown object. If hit, the man might feel a painful impact hitting into him, and he might be slashed on by the sewage if he wasn’t careful enough. Should that occur, the Cornerhead would then aim to reach out with it’s right arm and firmly take a hold of Gabriel by the neck— and lift him up while applying pressure on his throat to choke him out if possible. It then had gaped open it’s mouth, and took aim for the man’s neck on the left side, and then leaned forward in an attempt to snap it’s jaws shut and bite firmly down onto Gabriel’s neck hard enough to deliver pain and perhaps draw blood]
*Gabriel Beleves : **He'd get back up to his feet once released, though keeping a closer eye on the thing this time around, he'd be able to dive and roll out of the way of its next attack, one hand still gripping his blade before he'd dart forward swiftly, slashing the vibro-blade for the creature in order to slice through it's neck from behind**
*The Shadows : [Pain was something it had delighted in causing this man who seemed to be different from everyone else in this city, and the Cornerhead could only express it’s joy though that fixed grimace on it’s face and it gnashed it’s teeth in anxiousness to deliver more pain onto the man. Upon slamming Gabriel onto the wall, it saw the man turning in such a way and then it had moved it’s hands away from the man—but not necessarily in time as the vibro-blade had managed to make contact with the top of the creature’s left hand, deep enough to nearly sever the appendage off and the creature just released a howl of pain as black inky wisps were now moving out from the wound—and it had slunk back away from Gabriel as it had raised it’s left hand up, and glared to the back of it’s hand. Where the metacarpals would be in a human hand, the creature had examined the damage done. If it had bones, the metacarpals would’ve undoubtedly be shredded from the vibro-blade. It had to fight through the pain if it could, and it was something of a surprise to see a creature that was made of darkness and allegedly happened to be intangible being quite exposed to something as pain—something which it hadn’t felt in a long time. It released a howl, if it could even be so much as called that, as it was more akin to someone sucking in air through their throat while their mouth was open. It then had zoomed forward, traveling through the shadow which was cast above itself, and then aimed to lean out with it’s right shoulder and perhaps tackle onto Gabriel with the intent to knock him down onto the ground. Should this occur, the Cornerhead would aim to move it’s hands out and grab a hold of the man by the head, and if that happened— it would proceed to violently shake the man’s head around, and apply pressure onto his head with that inhuman strength which it possessed while also aiming to slam his head onto the ground. It wanted to cause nothing but pain onto this man and it wanted to revel in it. Should any of that occur, there might be a chance that some enhancements might be damaged and a migraine could occur]
*Gabriel Beleves : **He'd pause, his eyes flicking around as the creature seems to vanish, in order to pinpoint it once more, before he'd feel the sense of coldness coming from behind him, too late did he react though, the blow connecting with his head, indeed causing him to be struck before he'd end up slammed against the wall...and then the second wall...a grunt escaping him, before he'd aim to twist his body around so he'd be able to angle himself enough to slice through one of the hands of the Cornerhead, to make it release him**
*The Shadows : [The creature felt something scraping with it’s nails, and it felt like metal. Whatever this man happened to be, it most certainly wasn’t normal, that much it could say for certain. But seeing the man get out of the way of it’s intended grab, the Cornerhead Shadow had to react and it needed to react fast—and it did so as it had attuned itself to the negative energies which were within himself, and then commanded that energy to make the Cornerhead Shadow blend in with the rest of the natural darkness. And so it had sunk into the ground, through the cast shadows and darkness and was able to evade the man’s blade relatively quickly— though it had to do so in this way, as it gave the creature something of an element of surprise. It had seemingly disappeared into nothingness, but it was still very much close by. And immediately, from the wall behind Gabriel, the Cornerhead phased through as it quickly rushed forward and it swung it’s right arm back across horizontally, performing a backswing strike and aimed to slam the back of it’s hand onto the side of Gabriel’s head, and perhaps make him stumble from the blow quite a bit. Should the man be staggered, the Cornerhead would then immediately aim to move it’s arms down and seek to grab a hold of the man by the ankles, and then it would proceed to then use it’s inhuman strength to heave the man up and off from the ground, and turned to the right, and intended to use Gabriel’s body to swing it across and have it hit the brick wall besides him. There might be something of a good chance where if this were to succeed, Gabriel might feel some discomfort and perhaps some mild pain from the impact, and afterwards, the Cornerhead would aim to do the same as it would then swing it’s arms across to the left, using it’s inhuman strength to slam the cybernetically enhanced man onto the brick wall on the left, and deliver more damage onto him. This man had harmed it, made it feel pain—and so the creature wanted to return the favor and aggressively so. It couldn’t feed off him, but it could try and hurt him if it could]
*Gabriel Beleves : **He'd adjust his weight, leaning backwards away form the claw slash for his face, only to feel the burn of the claws digging into his chest, slashing through cloth and flesh...and screeching against metal oddly enough...as the thing aims to grab him by the shoulders, he'd quickly step to the side, slashing the vibro-blade for the Cornerhead's left elbow to slide the limb off**
*The Shadows : [The Cornerhead Shadow had managed to actually toss the man, and he took the moment to observe his moments. The thing was more bestial and a skilled fighter but it was sentient and sapient enough to understand the concepts of offense and defense--- and knowing that this seemingly mundane weapon possessed the ability to hurt it and the rest of it’s kind, definitely made it something of a point to be avoided. Immediately, the creature had slunk back and drifted to the left, managing to evade the weapon but the man was quick— quicker than any normal human being which it had ever come across in the long span of it’s existence. It had grimaced and then unleashed a raspy, metallic sounded growl from within and then it had taken aim for the man’s head and body only to then swipe it’s right arm across, with it’s fingers poised outward for a slashing strike with it’s hand and should the man be hit, he might feel a powerful impact slamming into the side of his head along with a painful lacerating feeling of old, uncut jagged nails possible cutting into his face. Maybe not deep enough to tear his face off, but enough to actually leave cut markings along and possibly even draw blood. As for the second strike, the creature then would move it’s left arm vertically downward and then swipe to slash it’s hand down for the man’s chest with the intent on striking him hard enough to push the air out from his lungs, and like before— aim to dig in it’s nails with the intent to tear into whatever exposed flesh was there and deliver the man pain. Should this occur, the Cornerhead would then aim to move it’s arms out and grab ahold of the man by the shoulders, and rush to attempt to slam him in towards the brick wall of the alley which they were close to and possible push the wind out from him there. If this were to succeed, the Cornerhead would then aim to open it’s jaws and then move in for the man’s right shoulder and try to clamp it’s jaws firmly down onto the man’s shoulder and try to bite down hard enough to possibly leave teeth markings and maybe even draw blood. If it couldn’t draw fear from him, then maybe it could hurt him someway or another]
*Gabriel Beleves : **He'd turn quickly, blade still at the ready, before he'd find himself tossed into some garbage and trashcans...a few seconds later he'd push himself up to his feet once more, before he'd dart forward swiftly, slashing the vibro-blade for the cornerhead once more, this time aiming to slice it's left arm off at the shoulder**
*The Shadows : [The Cornerhead Shadow was completely taken aback by the movement which the man had made and the action which had been taken against itself— and then it had released it’s right hand from the man’s neck but not necessarily in time to where it had registered something which could only be described as pain of sorts. Like a man sucking in air through the throat, the creature released a pained wail as it had reeled back from the man upon releasing him from it’s grasp and from it’s forearm would be wisps which seemed to compose it’s very being. It had heard of something like this, and even seen something like this done to the other Shadows long ago during a time when magic had ruled and mortals were capable of harming them. And yet, the man’s weapon was anything but magical and it was more mundane unless— the mortals had achieved a level of technology to where even their mundane weapons were capable of harming the supernatural. This was a very rude possibility and now that possibility had become something of a very painful fact. It had moved it’s left hand over to it’s right hand and then took a hold of the wounded forearm, and then shot something of a glare to the man who had dared wound it. It unleashed a shrill and raspy roar from within as it then had slunk back into the shadows, and seemingly disappeared. Shadow Phasing: Then from the darkness behind the new man, movement would be made as black wisps were now gathering and forming into the familiar hominid shape. It had aimed to reach out for the back of the man’s head, and if it managed to grab a hold of him— it would aim to do it’s best to lift him up with it’s inhuman strength and then turn around in a spin, and then throw it’s arms outward to release the man and toss him forward to where a pile of garbage bags and trash cans were rowed along on. If the creature were to toss the man, perhaps he might hit the ground with is own weight contributing to the damage and pain done to him. It had wanted to make this man pay for what he had done to it, and if it wasn’t evident enough— the Cornerhead was displeased]
*Gabriel Beleves : **He'd remain unaffected by the odd aura, and though his neck would have been grabbed and the choking started, he'd remove the vibro-blade form it's sheath and would slash it at the arm attached to the hand around his neck, in order to slice it off**
*The Shadows : [The man was looking at him, and he had moved a hand down to the weapon which he seemed to be in his possession— though the creature didn’t seem to sense anything magical about the weapon. Otherwise he would’ve felt it throughout his entire being and registered it as something of an immediate danger. And yet here was this man and he didn’t seem to really be exhibiting much emotion if there was anything to him, it was as if the man had seemingly been cut off from most emotions which human beings had. The Cornerhead Shadow simply stared upon the man, taking the moment to observe his behavior and if anything—all it could do was simply be curious and maybe even try something if it was at all possible. It had been something of a long while as the creature had fed and the living shadow just now attuned itself to the negative vibrations which it had carried within itself. Aura of Fear: It was worth something of an attempt, but the Cornerhead Shadow now focused on drawing upon the energy within itself and as it did so, black wisps now had swarmed all around itself and then flew about erratically right now, and then the Shadow would aim to project that aura outward and impose it’s will down onto the new person whom it had taken something of an unusual keen interest in. Perhaps it would be much like the Diros man, perhaps a little harder than before if it could be anything like that. Should the Aura of Fear work, then perhaps the man would feel a heaviness, a feeling of oppression and an overwhelming paralysis within his own body, leaving him to be prey for the umbral creature. The Cornerhead Shadow immediately then lunged it’s right arm forward and out, and aimed to grab a hold of the new person by the neck, and should it manage to grab a hold of it— it would attempt to choke the air out from him and perhaps feed upon his emotions of fear and whatever negative emotions which he had within himself in the from of black wisps, which would flow into the mouth of the Cornerhead as it would open it’s mouth to feed, assuming the intended assault would work]
*Gabriel Beleves : **As his sensors detect something out of the ordinary, he'd lift his gaze up, one singular green eye, glowing with a faint light would fix onto the shape in the darkness, his other eye nothing more then a black pit. One hand would then rest on the hilt of his blade, as he watches the figure with some suspicion**
*The Shadows : [There was nothing happening within the darkness of the city, although this was something which was to be wary of—in a town like this, there were many things which could be lurking within ranging from a typical thug who either had wanted to simply rob someone or murder them, to maybe a wild animal which was normally some kind of oversized rodent or maybe a rabid canine, to possibly even a stray cat which was looking for a meal and then there was the unlikely and the unknown which dwelled within it. However, there were many noises within the city ranging from the sounds of cars passing by to even the sounds of music playing in the background from some of the cars which were moving ahead. However, there was something which was close by and not many people would be able to see it clearly—movement would be abound in the shadows as something seemed to be gathering, amassing into a humanoid form which seemed to be quite alien in many aspects. And from the shadows would be a set of glowing white eyes and the form seemed to be gathering from the black wisps which were amassing in the shadows, forming into a tall hominid shape which seemed to possess an unusual and angular shaped head with scraggly hair coming from the sides. The form seemed to be an inky black, much like the darkness which surrounded it. It had gazed upon the new person who seemed to have come in to the town, it’s stomping grounds for it’s kind and the living shadow couldn’t help but scrutinize this individual it had never seen the likes of. It had narrowed it’s gaze, now tilting it’s head to the right to express a curiosity which it allowed itself to do. The Cornerhead Shadow simply remained in the darkness, taking it’s time and studying it’s potential prey. Whoever this man happened to be, the Shadow seemed to sense out a negative vibration and aura coming from him]
*Gabriel Beleves : **Leaving the seedy underbelly of Philadelphia, the mission he'd been hired to do, done..he'd send the message to his employer through an untraceable cell phone before he'd shove it away, the vibro-blade being returned to it's sheath as he continues on his way. Eventually he'd reach a better lit area and would take a glance at the watch on his wrist...taking note he had been done early and though he did not know the reason behind the hit, he didn't care either, it was merely a job to hiom**
*Celine Whitewolf : *Sighs as he left* Way to go Celine bite the turtles head off for actually keeping your ass out of trouble and doing what he had to to do it. It wasn't like he was with another women.. no he was with you.. you just can't remember because you shut down.. great talking to myself now too.. *Celine would let out a sigh and get back to work. Objective was to clean up the blood. Then hire the crews to renovate the place..when asked about the floors she just tell them a frat party out of hand and some rich kids pet. Wasn't to hard to believe that and with that she sets to work, she needed to find a temp place to stay, figure she will just sleep at the jade tiger or something*
*Giger Van Gogh : [He could take a hint when he wasn’t exactly wanted and the ninja now had nodded his head in regards to her request. Giger knew that she felt robbed of whatever experience she had wanted from him and he might as well have had something of an affair with someone else, even if it was Celine still. He shook his head and then shrugged his shoulders as he now had made his way over to where the balcony window had happened to be and he reached out with his arms and took ahold of the door handles, then pulled them open and now was met by a blast of cold winter air. And he didn’t even really have that winter poncho which he was known to wear to keep himself warm in such weather, so that meant he is going to have to keep moving in order to keep warm. The winter seasons really tended to suck for mutants who are quite reptilian in nature. He shivered immediately, and then mentally psyched himself to go on out there and do what needed to be done. So, he then stepped out from the balcony and then tensed up his leg muscles and he pushed himself forward and up from the ledge, now plummeting in towards the ground beneath himself but he turned in mid-fall and then reached out with his arms, and took a hold of the fire-escape rail, and he would hop down each flight below and then drop feet first onto the ground. Quickly, he looked around for any manhole coverings, as they were the quickest way to get out of the public view and into someplace a bit warmer. Well, the sewers wouldn’t be warmer but he would be able to get back to the subway tunnels through the underground. Upon finding a sewer cap, he rushed over towards it in a quick run and hunched down, only to move his arms out and he placed his hands underneath it— and lifted it up. Without any hesitation, Giger slipped himself into the opening, and he placed his feet onto the ladder beneath, moving his right arm up to grab a hold of the sewer cap and he pulled it over the hole as he now moved down into the tunnel. Upon splashing feet first into the ankle deep waters of the tunnel, he turned and moved further into the subterranean darkness]
*Celine Whitewolf : Just go let me think and get this mess cleaned up.. You go take a cold dip somewhere as well. * She honestly was jelous she didn't get to enjoy any of whatever happened* I need to think without distractions right now. Go do your thing then later we can go out to dinner or make something..
*Giger Van Gogh : Eyes are flashing red a bit, Celine... Breathe for me, babe. Just tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to go out there or do you want me to stay and help you clean this place up a bit. If you want me to stay, just say so but just... know that I'm not exactly that dude from Home Improvement, eh? Just tell me what to do, Celine and I'll do it.
*Celine Whitewolf : I'm taking it hard because i lost control.. i lost to those shadow things again.. and i'm just a big target*She snaps at him* Okay.. apparently i have so much bagage and such that i make a great target but you know what let them come, because i want them all dead.. i want them off the streets so they won't prey on anyone else. I'm not weak.. and next time that fucker gets in my head i'm going to get in his.. that mental road works two ways... he messed with the wrong women. Maybe drag his ass to the island*Grins* lets see how he likes a hot summer day in a land of magic..*Eyes flashed red she didn't like loosing control nor feeling like trouble reared its head*
*Giger Van Gogh : Alright, seems like I probably overstayed my welcome here... I should get back and regroup with my sisters... Unless you want me to stay... I mean I'll do what you want me to do. Just... You sure you're gonna be alright? I mean you're taking this really hard, which is reasonable I guess. Besides... we should plan to head up to the Pine Barrens sometime. Only if you're driving.
*Celine Whitewolf : Telling me not to worry doesn't make me feel better Giger. Look at my house.. this is just her being somewhat tamed by a booty call.. what if I was angry, and did it..then what.. would you feel the same way if i hurt somebody else that was innocent. anyway.. i'll be fine.. nothing new on my plate* Grabs some trashbags out of the kitchen and begins to clean up* This is my problem my mess i'll deal with it.. then I'm going to fucken hunt down the shadow things.. maybe get an article printed in one of those bogus magazines about what can hurt them. Make people more aware of them.. they targeting me i'll give them more reason too .. Least i can bounce back.. rather be me then somebody else..
*Giger Van Gogh : Then she and you would definitely like the Pine Barrens. Celine, I want you to know that... this is a lot for me to take in... But... at least I'm not trying to harm that other side of you like... the other Giger from medieval fantasy land did. I'm just... I'm trying to be accepting and understanding all of this.. All of you. So... don't feel bothered or worried, okay?
*Celine Whitewolf : we really the same thing, but yes it what happen when my head is traumatized.. *the fact he can't get over her primal side bothered her a bit* she would hunt freely, kill freely, fuck whatever she want.. but yes..no fucks to give
*Giger Van Gogh : Well, at least it's over for now... Ummmm... You have a lot of work on your hands, and I do not know anything about repair work. I'm not exactly the kind of guy who you would find at a Home Depot or Loew's. Aaaaah... Yeah. Your other side really doesn't seem to exercise self control, like... she just doesn't give a flying fuck, huh?
*Celine Whitewolf : yea it can take whatever i feed it.. well least no bodies.. as for keeping close it probally part of my training that did that.. if i kept you near i was less likely to do something i regreted at least the theory was. Kinda the reason my brother gave me caine in spyridion .. similar thing feed the beast and primal needs without the resentment.
*Giger Van Gogh : I think... I think she was trying to uh... keep me close to her when all that stuff happened. Aaaaah... Yeah... This is freaky to think about, okay? I mean... I knew she wanted me and I mean... REALLY wanted me. This is weird talking about this... As for the bodies, she fed it to your weapon. I don't know how that works, but... okay!
*Celine Whitewolf : you got quiet.. what on your mind? *Pulls on a hoodie then her boots* Look i'm going to be honest.. things are going well for me here Giger.. if things get worse I may return to the islands.. I won't risk hurting people.. nor you. I got lucky it was that type of mood not something else. i already killed what two thugs a dog and a shit ton of birds.. god knows where the bodies are right now.. but see the feathers seen the bathroom ..
*Giger Van Gogh : [This was kind of a lot for Giger Van Gogh to handle, and he had to admit that he was a little weirded out that she had said that wolves locked up for about an hour after mating but did he really need to know that? It was weird enough from another person’s point of view that here was a mutant Red Ear Slider and a Nephilim, who was seemingly bordering on Werewolf territory, managed to somehow shack up and get physical with one another. A lot of people would be asking questions to how that worked but somehow… they managed to make it work. Somehow. The black masked ninja then had moved his right up and up and he placed his right hand down onto the top of his bald head, and he rubbed away at his scalp with his hand and just listened to what Celine was telling him. He looked all around her home for the time being and realized how much work she had to do, and he would’ve been willing to help but he most certainly was no handy man as far as his hands on skills were concerned. He knew that Celine maintaining her darker side was quite impossible as it seemed to be something of a beast which refused to be tamed or broken in. And Giger now recalled how when he and Celine, or the darker aspect of her personality had made love to one another, she seemed to be intent on pinning him down or keeping her legs wrapped around him to prevent him from getting off from her—as if she wanted to keep him close and keep him in, so to speak. Thankfully, neither the mutant Red Ear Slider and the Nephilim who might as well be a Werewolf were unable to produce offspring… Giger didn’t want to think about if that ever happened, which thankfully, due to differences in biology and genetics— simply couldn’t happen. He didn’t regret the moment he shared with the darker aspect of the woman, but sometimes that side could get a little too intense]
*Celine Whitewolf : Yea well in truth I didn't expect it to ever happen, i felt balanced okay lately. *Steps out of the shower dries her hair and gets dress* just was caught off guard. it was like watching somebody digging through my home, tossing stuff around while i was tied to a chair
*Giger Van Gogh : ....Yeah, well... I had no idea about all this stuff... That's just... A little weird for me, even by mutant standards. At least you're alive and breathing as far as your well being is concerned. Just... I don't know. That's what I've been feeling quite a lot of as of lately... Not really knowing a damn thing at all.
*Celine Whitewolf : You have a one track mind turtle*Talking from the shower* but just remember this wolfs mate once a year.. and they lock up for over an hour of mating.. be thankful i'm not just wolf.. and we are one in the same.. she tends to come out more of a defense mechanism when i am out.. like auto pilot with a mind of it's own for sure
*Giger Van Gogh : Well, do what you can but try not to overwork yourself, you know? I mean the last thing I need is suddenly to see you passed out with a pile of bodies belonging to people and animals all around you, and then your other side comes out and is suddenly randy again. Not that I mind her or you being randy just... the spirit is willing, but the flesh is bruised and needs rest...
*Celine Whitewolf : primal urges, things i feel but don't express because i have control. We don't act all the time on what we think no matter how much. Your lucky she wasn't angry and bitter it could have gone a much different way.. *Turns to go back to the bathroom and glances at the blood in the shower, but none the less she showers trying to scrub the walls and herself clean in the process* So fix my house then i need to figure how to off the rest of those shadow things. i know one wanted to attack me so probally could lure is angle ass out of hiding pretty quick. Then there a child not really sure how much that one can manage, few others i've seen but most no reaction.. I need to up keeping things out of my head again or use it to my advantage
*Giger Van Gogh : Aside from me, well... I don't know. All I know is that you were shouting out for me to just place you on the kitchen counter and just keep on doing what I was doing... Your other side has a really bizarre sense of expressing herself, but... she seemed to enjoy the moment. I did too but... she really can be a homewrecker.
*Celine Whitewolf : *Biting the last piece of steak and swallowing it she watched him walk away and she thought he was taking it better then she initially thought at least. Part of her was glad she didn't devour him tho there was a part she could see in the back of her mind still wanting some of his blood which she declined. Licking her fingers to make sure they where clear with blood she scrolled through the pictures and nodded* yea looks fun.. maybe i'll take a trip up there next full moon. Hopefully shadows are not that knowledgeable. Like i said been fine if didn't get attacked. I'm going to shower then guess work on cleaning this place up. glad the floors have a good wax coat on them so most should come up .. where the scratches are.. *sighs* well that will have to be torn up. The clothing carpet just needs to go.. walls can be cleaned and repainted. I'll have to get new linens* Stands and moves to the bathroom* Seriously what the hell i do drag the shit everywhere..*Turned and moved through the house and walked to the broken window to see her sofa in the pool and clenches her fist and breathes deeply* no fault but my own but for fuck sakes! I liked that sofa.. and the glass.. holy cow.. is there anything left in tack!
*Giger Van Gogh : [He wasn’t really going to pretend what it was like having two personalities or more because that was something which he didn’t have. All the Turtle knew was that she needed her space to run and now he had suggested the Pine Barrens in New Jersey, and as far as he had happened to know— it was a place which was filled with a lot of trees and local wild life, ranging from deer, wolves and maybe some bears as far as he knew but he was also aware of a certain legend which was supposed to be residing there in the forest of New Jersey’s Pine Barrens. The black masked ninja then had stood up from the mattress which Celine was resting on, allowing her to enjoy her blood and the piece of raw meat which he had prepared for her. He moved over to the counter and then moved his right arm out, now taking a hold of what seemed to be a laptop— likely an ASUS brand and he lifted the top screen up and he hit the power button. Already there was an energetic hum from the machine, and the loading screen appeared as well, showing the name brand of the machine and that it was activating. Upon loading it’s systems, the machine then flashed the screen to a bright purple colored screen and it showed off an assortment of apps and programs, but Giger moved his right hand’s finger onto the touch pad and then hit the desktop, and now he had pressed down onto the Google Chrome browser and opened the program. Now the browser would pop up and he had placed his hands onto the keyboard, carefully typing in the search bar for the New Jersey Pine Barrens. And a lot of links had popped up, but then there was a site dedicated to the New Jersey Pine Barrens, and he had hit that link as well—and there would be a lot of pictures showing the place, mostly scenic pictures but it would definitely show Celine that it was not just a historic site but also, a place where she would be able to truly and freely be herself— and no one would think the wiser. He moved his hands down, taking a hold of the laptop and then turned to move back over to her, before he had moved his arms out and set the laptop down beside her on the mattress]
*Celine Whitewolf : Yea perhaps.. I can take the bike up, you can ride up with me visit family what not. As for setting this place on fire I wouldn't .. i spent alot of money for this place and why money isn't much of an issue.. i do like it up here.. just the repairs and cleaning. Blood is the hardest thing to deal with then the floors have to be replaced. Need to work on a mental trigger that if I feel such ways i get to the island.. can't risk things here. Anyway too late for that.. and really amusing that you somehow subdued her or she subdued you with sex.. i am disturbed at that just a bit.. considering the other one i tried to eat
*Giger Van Gogh : Yeah, I wouldn't really do that if I were you because this is still a city and it's not as spaced out as wherever Spider-Ron or whatever that place happens to be and is like. Not to mention, people tend to ask questions and there are cameras in a lot of places. So... try not to be a pyromaniac, alright? At least your primal side is satisfied... for now anyway. At least she loves kissing during the heat of the moment. But maybe we need to get you out there to the woods in Jersey sometime... You'll feel better that way.
*Celine Whitewolf : very true, i should be thankful i fed on the thugs and not somebody else. hopefully nobody saw me that could be bad.. * looks around and growns* part of me feels like burning the building down
*Giger Van Gogh : If I knew how to drive, I would probably take you to the Pine Barrens up in Jersey. I know there are a lot of deer running around over there, and maybe some bears. So, you'd definitely have something of a lot of room to be running around and you can get away with having all of the meat you want, and no one would suspect a thing. They'd all count it all as natural predation, you know?
*Celine Whitewolf : I did think about that but not much i can do on location base. The isles are near the forest so I just need to hop over more often I think to hunt and feed, less risk here. The park was to crowded, so many people go through that.. which is not a good thing for me. I can't fully be me, which might be why I was the way I was.. probally felt restrained, those emotions got brought to the surface from them being inside my head. Downside of living the long life I have.. not all of it is going to be rainbows and fluffy bunnies. Alright anyway i'll figure something out.. but looks like I got some cleaning and repairs to do here. In addition more training. Looks like i have to make sure nothing can get back in my head
*Giger Van Gogh : Aaaaaaaah... Yeah... Yeeeaaaaah... But aside from that, you're pretty aggressive and well... the only thing I didn't like was the biting. Oh and the uh... killing. I mean the apartment was a mess when I came in to check on you, and well... I thought you ate more than what you did but when I saw it was you on the floor, I didn't know what to think. I'm starting to think maybe you need a more wooded area...
*Celine Whitewolf : Look i'm terrified when I can't remember things and it tends to be like a fuzzy dream that i want to remember and I can't and after last time i went gallivanting i really hurt people and I was afraid I done the same to you. However by the looks I guess you enjoyed it, maybe more then I want to acknowledge which I know sounds weird. I know it was me with you but like you where not with me at same time. Just freaks me out. Anyway glad you enjoyed yourself and no damage to the shell. thankfully. You'll have to kinda let me know what you liked so I can keep in mind for next sessions
*Giger Van Gogh : [When she had asked how he is feeling the black masked ninja had looked down to his bandages on his forearms, and then reflected on the moments in which he and Celine had made love— especially with her primal side out in full effect and she had taken control of the whole situation when she had gotten on top of him and done things to him which he hadn’t expected Celine to do for him, and the black masked mutant Red Ear Slider was a little intimidated by this primal side of Celine and yet, he actually liked it. The aggression, the readiness and willing spirit of the woman and how she had constantly demanded for him. He moved his hands out and then took a hold of Celine’s within his own and he smiled softly to her as he nodded his head in regards to everything which the two had done though he wouldn’t say exactly what but… if Celine could feel it within herself, she might know that the two seemed to really enjoy one another to where.. he might be willing for another round. Then he had looked down to his plastron for a moment and recalled when she had gotten too excited, and was already trying to bite at him—which she did on his forearms, and thankfully she didn’t get too crazy to draw blood. But when he had pulled his arms, legs and his head into his shell, she tried to bite at the edges and yet was unable to do much damage, if any onto the carapace. Sometimes, he really loves being a Turtle. Giger then leaned forward and he pressed his beak down onto her forehead, and then moved his right arm out and gently patted onto Celine’s right shoulder, and then raised his brows up twice as he scoffed in a rather amused manner. Did she really need to ask how he was feeling when it was plainly shown on his face and his arms? Well, he decided it would be best to answer her anyway. It was only fair, it seemed. He then clasped his hands together, bent them back and flexed and stretched his arms out] Well… aside from some bites, scratches and bruises. I’m alright. Wouldn’t mind doing it again though but I told you… You can’t crack this shell! And here you were worried about breaking me!
*Celine Whitewolf : Ew i ate chelsea.. that thing was old, annoying non stop barking every time i went by, no wonder i ate it. As for the bag, i have tablets because trying to explain to somebody of blood bags not very good. I was find actually that day.. I was planning to do that backpacking and then little hunt trip on the full moon. That went stellar real fast.. then after the attack i woke up under a tree feeling completely wasted.. Skye brought me home to the downstairs. Next thing i know i woke up here. So fantastic. *Finishes the second bag and then munches on the meat* so um.. how you feeling? I did try to make you into my chew toy and by the way i feel in other parts well guess i was horny.. full moons tend to do that in some realms..
*Giger Van Gogh : Yeah, I'm... going to be sure to remember that. Possession, huh? Must be a real pain in the ass to deal with. Not that I have ever really been possessed but... I can't imagine how it must've been for you. Well, you should eat up. Get whatever nutrition you can get from that diet you've been needing. Starting to think maybe you should get one of those backpacks, and fill it with blood... or get an iron rich beverage or something. I mean... like I said, the gangsters I can understand but the dog.. You might wanna make up a cover story for that one. It's the neighbors.
*Celine Whitewolf : Oh my well that's the beast for you.. really feel bad.. and sorry you saw that side of me, i really thought i was okay that i wouldn't have that issue anymore. I guess it was from the attack. Oh crap before i forget the lead shadow one with the hat.. be careful he can possess your body and get in your head. I got him out before to much damage but not a good feeling. *licks her lips and settles the first bag down before quickly making work of the second, moaning a bit as she was so hungry*
*Giger Van Gogh : You actually went out and killed a dog, and maybe ate a couple of gangsters while your primal side was out... And then... you came to, but you weren't exactly yourself. Like, after all of that feeding, you were in eat... And you tried to make me your chew toy but... we ended up doing something else. There was a lot biting, a lot of releasing and... well... I'm sure you know.
*Celine Whitewolf : *Eyes drifted around the house and she then sniffed the air smelling something like sweat, sex, blood, and she felt a twinge of hunger again. Looking to Giger as he entered with a tray, she eyed the food hungrily but then her eyes shifted to him and how he looked and her head tilted* Oh Giger..what*Leans forward and sniffs him and eyes opened wider* oh no.. i'm so sorry.. how bad.. oh please tell me I didn't wander the streets *The fear of how she acted in spyridion made her nautious , the way he looked made her stomach sinked, tho he seemed to be okay. * Please tell me what happened. *Taking the tray she sat back down and began draining the blood bags*
*Giger Van Gogh : [He had managed to make love with Celine, or rather the primal side of her who seemed to have rather enjoyed the moment but if anything—he didn’t come out of the situation unscathed. Celine did try to turn him into her chew toy but thankfully that shell was strong enough to come out of the ordeal unscathed. Well, at least when he had pulled his arms, legs and his head inside of himself whenever she was doing being so aggressive with him. But the Turtle did his best to keep up with her and at the most which he had come out of the situation was nothing more than a few scratches, some bite markings here and there which thankfully weren’t deep enough to draw blood but were enough to leave some black and blue bruises on himself and maybe some wounded pride here and there. He had some bandages on his face, mostly on his the left side of his face but and some more on his biceps and forearms— though the wrappings on his forearms were something of a common garment which he had on himself anyway. But they looked relatively new, considering how white they looked and not the stained off-white or yellow they happened to be. Giger Van Gogh now had stepped into the room and within his hands were a couple of blood packets and some raw meat which was on a breakfast tray for the moment. He hadn’t left here, not even really choosing to go on patrol mostly because of the minor injuries which he had sustained in the throws of passion with Celine, or rather the primal side of her and of course… well, someone needed to look after her. She hadn’t been awake in two days. And now as he had stepped into the room, he noticed that her hair had returned to normal and she seemed to be waking up— weary but definitely waking up. Giger moved the tray over to the mattress and he placed it over her lap, and the black masked ninja raised his left brow up and gave something of a wry smile to her. If she were to look at the bandages and bruises on his green skin, well she might have a rough idea on what had happened. Whether or not she enjoyed it, or remembered enjoying it… well, that remained to be seen but he had an idea that she definitely more than enjoyed it. Usually, they just basked in each other’s presence and the feeling of each other… at least that’s how it was for Giger]
*Celine Whitewolf : * Things where quiet for 2 days because after that night her primal side didn't wake back up or neither did Celine. No matter what attempts to wake her she wasn't waking up. In fact she looked extremely pale, her eyes when forced open would be grey, silver looking, and her lips seem to have lost color. A dormant state while she sorted things out in her own way. It had been the fail safe of her own mind, her mothers flaw but it appears she had postponed the trigger initially out of survival. Eyes would slide open and she yawned rubbing her face, her silver hair was back to normal along with her tail. Looking around she wasn't sure why she was even on the floor in a blanket. Licking her lips she felt a bit hungry and rolled onto her knees realizing she didn't have anything on. That was odd, she tried to recall what exactly happened. Pulling the blanket up she glanced around again*
*Giger Van Gogh : [Calling him a chew toy didn’t really make him feel any better about the whole situation right now, especially considering the fact that she had murdered two gang bangers and a dog just because she was hungry and it didn’t help that she was still hankering for something to eat as well. He took in a deep breath of air through his nostrils and then released a deep sigh from within as he now really work himself to get in the mood. So he had placed his hands down onto the counter and stood up from his seat, and now just moved his arms upwards with his hands flattened and held out in front of himself only to move his arms downward and he released all of the tension which was within himself in the form of a hiss from within. He never once thought that he would ever have a life like this, especially as a ninja and he had expected to do more fighting and killing— never really so much as getting involved in the throws of passion with a crazy wolf girl like Celine, or one side of Celine anyway. He moved over to where she was laying down on the floor, and the mutant Red Ear Slider just then rested himself down onto the floor where the sheets were set up and he placed himself down onto his carapace as he reached out and then placed his hands down onto Celine’s hips and then pressed his beak down onto her lips, giving her the best kiss which he could muster. If there was anything which could be said about this, was that at the most he might come out of this with a few bruises and maybe a couple of nips here and there—but probably nothing serious and if she tried to use him as a chew toy, well, he would always be able to pull his arms, legs and head into his shell. No way she would be able to crack through that carapace unless she could generate a bite force which was over thirty six thousand pounds of pressure per square inch. Giger kept his beak pressed down onto her lips, and he pulled her closer in towards himself… If they were going to share this night, and if he was going to give this side of Celine what she wanted… Well, he would do his best to satisfy that side of her while also keeping himself alive. Hopefully]
*Celine Whitewolf : I can't promise that.. what i can promise is you will enjoy yourself.. and don't worry chew toy.. she can heal ya..
*Giger Van Gogh : Okay! Okay! If this stops you from going out there killing people unnecessarily! I'll join you... Just don't bite me or make me your chew toy!
*Celine Whitewolf : i can give you a few things to feel *Wiggles a bit and flops on the blanket* hey if you don't want this.. i'll just go find something out there that will..and get a bite to eat*grins*
*Giger Van Gogh : Seriously, on the floor? What's next you're going to set up cameras or something? Actually... I'm going to stop before I give you anymore ideas. I'm... What am I going to do with you? I had no idea I signed up for this... But I guess I can give you a chance too. Okay... Just... I gotta get a feel for this, okay?
*Celine Whitewolf : *laughs and moves to the closet and begins pulling blankets out.. tossed them on the floor*there better..
*Giger Van Gogh : Okay! Okay! Fine... You caught me! I do like you too! Just.... Nnngh... If we do this, you have to promise me to work in tandem with her to keep her protected! This city is big, too big for just me to go through before I wear myself thin! And... don't get me wrong, I like a bad girl every now and then just... does it have to be at a murder scene?
*Celine Whitewolf : oh don't go sulking.. i'm sure she will be back after a good night rest..she healing.. which probally why i'm really really hungry right now.. *sniffs the air and grins. Moves toward him and sniffs him* oh somebody got a hard on.. *snickers* aww naughty turtle*
*Giger Van Gogh : [He again raised his right hand up and brought the bottle up to his beak and took in another sip of the Key Lime flavored water and just… well, he was actually trying to work up the mood but after everything which had happened with Celine, it was extremely hard for him to do. He was willing but the mind was just straight up unable to really cope with the mess which had happened and he just took in a deep breath of air through his nostrils and then released a deep sigh from within as he worked to undo the tension which was inside of him. He was willing to give this side of Celine a chance, which should be something she had to be pleased with but the place still looked like something of a murder scene and he wasn’t going to be sharing that time with her between bloodied sheets. There was only so much which he could take and now he seemed to be caught in some kind of dilemma now. He stepped over to where the nearest seat was which wasn’t broken or turned over, and as he neared a stool—he sat himself down onto it and then stared down at the floor for a moment, only to bring his right hand up and he placed the bottle of flavored water to his beak once more and took in another sip— this time downing the thing until there was no more water, and he moved his right arm out and placed the bottle down onto the counter. He hadn’t expected Celine to be attacked by the Shadow People, and he hadn’t expected this side of Celine to come out and just… cause all kinds of trouble. Giger just had to work himself to calm down and he continued on performing breathing exercises, by breathing in through his nostrils and exhaling out from his mouth, as if he were working to lull himself. He raised his eyes up, watching Celine or what seemed to be another side of Celine for a moment. A part of him felt at unease, but another part of him felt… excited. He didn’t know why… Just that he happened to be that way. Whether or not she noticed, or could even smell it— he didn’t even know but he wasn’t willing to rule that out from her. This was all so confusing to him, and the Turtle just thought about this as he slowly nodded his head as if he were in a debate with himself right about now. He had no idea what this aspect was capable of, and what he might have to do if she just lost control of herself around him… and if she ever at all would hurt him in this state of mind]
*Celine Whitewolf : Pretty much..primal essence.. we all have one.. just this time i am out to play ...seperated
*Giger Van Gogh : Yeah, okay... So now I know that you're crazy, wild, probably untameable and supposedly have some history with the other version of myself that's out there in Spider-Ron or whatever the hell that place is named, and you like to eat, fight and probably fuck... And chances are you've had your fill, probably either wanna fight or screw around... Am I right in thinking that?
*Celine Whitewolf : What bodies *Grins as she pulled them into the shadow realm and fed them to the sycthe* tho.. not sure what cleans blood up.. or fixes windows. She'll have to fix that.. oh and the sofa.. i forgot about that.. *leans out to look in the pool* guess i got mad.
*Giger Van Gogh : This is definitely a lot to take in... Okay... Eventually, this place is going to have to be cleaned up. And the walls are going to need a whole lot more than spackling to make it nice and neat again. Too bad I am not a Turtle who's also a handy man... Shit... Okay, so how are you going to exactly be getting rid of the bodies, She-Wolf?
*Celine Whitewolf : I like anything.. expecially if i can fuck and munch.. i come out alot.. we are the same person.. i am the side that hunts, fights, spares*wiggles her eyebrow* however.. it is rare we are ever split.. i think that is from somebody digging in her head
*Giger Van Gogh : Ummm... I don't know anything about that but you're definitely not the Celine I know... Not that it's a bad thing just... It's like I'm in the room with someone different now. This is going to take a whole lot getting used to... because I've never really seen you come out before. And seeing the way you act around me, I get the impression you like me... A lot... as much as Celine does. Ummmm... Am I having an affair now or something? I'm pretty sure this probably might count as an affair or something... What the hell am I doing, cracking jokes like this... Fuck.
*Celine Whitewolf : *Glances around* she going to be pissed.. i would of mauled him but he had control of her body.. which is a new trick.. oh i also remembered somebody carried her hear from the park too.. she had an electrical charge to her.. she smelled yummy.. i wanted to play with her.. but somebody wouldnt let me... she didn't think you would of liked it.. tho i bet you would of liked to watch!
*Giger Van Gogh : Next time that happens, you jump and maul the son of a bitch who did this to my girlfriend... Which I guess also extends to you... being my girlfriend or something... I'm sorry, this is still a lot to take in and... I can't really get used to being in an apartment which looks like a murder scene. Which it is, you can't lie about that...
*Celine Whitewolf : yes, he got inside her body.. then in her head..creepy that was a dirty trick.. there where others too.. looks like they upset she killed one.. because i think the odds where a bit uneven. I was coming out to fight but.. before i could wham.. it jumped in *shutters* ew.. i don't do the emotion thingy.. so i went back in hiding..
*Giger Van Gogh : [Giger needed something to drink—as in alcohol and he’s never really had anything like that before as he often preferred things like soda such as Mountain Dew. Raphael has often tried to get to share a beer with him, but Giger Van Gogh was similar to Leonardo in that they had kept their bodies clean most of the time of things like alcohol and bad food, though the Turtle was known to have a few slices of pizza every now and then. After all, everything in moderation and that also happened to include moderation. The black masked mutant Red Ear Slider moved over to the kitchen area and he stepped his way over to where the refrigerator had happened to be, and upon reaching it—he paused in his movements and moved his arms out, now taking a hold of the handles within his grasp and he pulled both doors open to the fridge and the freezer. He looked to both sides, in case there was anything which he had wanted to have as far as drinking or eating was concerned. Well, as far as he could see— there was no alcohol in here and it was probably best if he didn’t have that kind of stuff anyway. Giger did happen to notice that there was some flavored sparkling water in the right hand side of the fridge and he moved his right arm out and took a hold of the Key Lime flavored bottle, and he gripped in his right hand and gripped the top cap with his left, twisted it open and brought it close to his beak and downed a large sip of it. It wasn’t going to relax him, but it did quench his thirst for a beverage. He had looked over to Celine and listened to what she was saying to him, and he had this look on his face which pretty much said that he was tired of this bullshit but… he wasn’t going to fault her for it. And when she had licked his face earlier, well… he thought on that and a red hint appeared on his green colored cheeks. He liked it. But he most certainly wasn’t going to let her know about that… Still, this whole situation was… it was a lot for him to handle, and if she said she was going to handle it— he had to trust her in that regard. He brought the bottle closer to his beak once more, and took in another big sip of it and then blinked when he took in all of the information which she shared with him… So, she had been attacked and retreated into a safer place… as far as the mind was concerned anyway] So, the son of a bitch with the hat came at her?
*Celine Whitewolf : Let see if you listen i told you when i woke up.. i don't get to see what happened to her when she awake.. but i'm here because she is scared, she didn't want to sleep, but she has been up for a few days.. they are hunting her.. at least that what the voice said on the machine.. she apparently called here*motions to the machine* smart.. i wouldnt' of thought to do that i just fight.. I do know the one thing was in her head..like in her.. he got in her body, he tried to let do some bad things.. made her remember alot of pain, alot of mix emotion..it still might come so why i needed to eat, she was drained alot.. so i had to get strong fast so if they come I be ready to devour them
*Giger Van Gogh : Oh, help me... I have a randy Wolf Girl ready to pounce on me and she's in heat... At least tell me what exactly happened so I have an idea to maybe prevent this from happening again, and maybe... JUST maybe... I might actually humor you and give you what you want if you can do something about the bodies as soon as possible.
*Celine Whitewolf : i'm always hungry... *Moves closer and sniffs him* you smell good and she licks his face* but.. can't eat you.. tho i did try to eat you before.. well not you the other one.. that was fun till he cut me with that nasty sword.. but i'm fun for other things*wiggles her eye brows*
*Giger Van Gogh : Yeah, okay... So what am I supposed to be to YOU? A snack or something, cause I get the impression that you're still hungry and she's not coming out for a long time!
*Celine Whitewolf : *Bites the rat head off and points to him* don't blame me.. she was the one who got attacked and i couldn't help.. the thing jumped inside her like she was an outfit*shutters* shadow wearing a celine like she was prada.. eww.. You can call me celine .. i really never been given a name.. i'm more of a defense mechanism when shit gets bad..
*Giger Van Gogh : You can do whatever you want... I'm just... trying to cope with this. So what do I call you? It's obvious that you're not exactly Celine... Especially with the damage which you had done here. Guessing I'm gonna be having to spend the next few nights back at the subway tunnels... Cripes, this is absolutely something I wasn't prepared for.
*Celine Whitewolf : oh my somebody looks angry.. don't worry.. nobody heard anything... the place below is empty and the dog was old anyway.. it was dying.. *takes another bite of the rat* As for the bodies.. i can take care of them.. you won't even find them in this realm.. i 'll bury it in my usual spot.. she won't know.. *hops off the counter* You should be thankful i'm more aware then I usually am.. normally i'm a big wolf.. it's been awhile since she needed me.. she was afraid to rest.. they hunting her now. They got her so easily this time*smacks her lips* I was hoping they would show up so i could have some fun..
*Giger Van Gogh : [Giger angrily just then clenched his hands firmly into fists and he wanted to hit something but instead he had moved his right arm back up over his right shoulder and slipped his ordinary steel ninjaken back within the sheath which served as the weapon’s home, and he had now looked at the mess which was all around himself and then looked over to the woman who seemed to be Celine but at the same time wasn’t even Celine at this point considering her personality and her behavior. The black masked ninja then had looked over to where the bedroom had happened to be, and the Turtle now pondered how he was going to be cleaning this whole thing up. The bodies he probably was going to have to leave behind, but the dead dog was something… well, he might have to leave that behind there. Now, he wasn’t too much of a detective but the way that the bodies were laid out and how they had been torn about, how everything seemed to be torn about suggested that an animal—an exceptionally large canine had done this, and if the police were to look at this—they would have to count Celine out as a suspect, and the Turtle would have to be in hiding and no one would believe that there was a hominid Turtle running around even if they found some kind of evidence of the reptile, and there was no way in hell a reptile would be able to do this. Unless this was some kind of exceptionally large Alligator. Giger Van Gogh now had a story. If Celine, or what seemed to be Celine would make it work and keep it in line with what he had in mind… then all should be fine but in this day and age, there was a good chance that the police would wise up but then again… what would they do if they found out that the animal that did this was something else entirely… they wouldn’t even know how to approach it and perhaps best leave it alone. Best case scenario was for them to assume an escaped animal or a rabid animal did this and escaped into the city somewhere. He just held up his hands, keeping them open as he shook his head from side to side and he just looked at the woman who seemed to be in Celine’s place now]
*Celine Whitewolf : Shh.. *Motions to the voicemail* listen.. you idiot.. i'm trying to figure out what they did.. because why i don't mind coming out to hunt.. i don't want to be the one out all the time.. *cringes* it's boring.. if it isn't food or a battle.. count me out
*Giger Van Gogh : What the hell are you talking about? And if you're getting any ideas on trying to eat me, good luck getting through the shell. I... I need to think here... How are we going to get rid of the bodies? Because if someone called the cops, then I'm bailing out of here and you better hope that they'll look for an animal and not a woman.
*Celine Whitewolf : *puts her finger up and says shush as she listens to the audio of the voice recording* I think she took more damage then she thought.. I didn't like that thing inside like that,...rumaging around in her head.. taking over her body.. man.. if he could actually move her body and unlocked the box.. this room would look far worse..
*Giger Van Gogh : I have killed a few people in my time as a ninja, that's part of the job... But they were always clean kills and left where they were meant to belong. On the street. You could've at least left them on the street... Now, we're stuck with two bodies... three if you count the dog. Who's dog is that anyway? I hope that's a stray because if it isn't... YOU have to move.
*Celine Whitewolf : *Scrunches her face as he kept talking and looks to him and nearly laughs* man.. somebody got a tight shell.. lets just say she a bit off balance right now.. *Moves to the answer machine and presses play and lets it play as she then moved to the fridge and pulls out a rat that was frozen and hops on the counter munching on it like it was chicken* Last think i recall was waking up on the floor and was very very hungry.. so i ate the blood bags first.. then the pidgeons on the porch.. that door did not open easily.. Was still hungry.. so i went for a hunt.. when those two grabbed me.. *Giggles* oh they where fun.. handsy.. karma.. they would of killed me.. luckily i'm me..
*Giger Van Gogh : Celine... Did you do this? If you did this... Why? Why would you do something like this? I can understand the thugs, but the dog? What did you do Celine? What the fucking hell did you do and do you know what you're doing now? I most certainly hope that you don't because if you do... we have a serious problem on our hands.
*Celine Whitewolf : *When the women opened her eyes they where a bright red, and she grinned, her fangs showing* oh you smell delightful... you missed dinner tho..guess I could go for desert*Stretches and as she did black ears poked out from her hair and a black tail uncurled from around her leg* Who did what? *Gets up and licks her lips* Oh we had a bit of a party here...I was hungry .. and since she wasn't waking up.. I took it upon myself to get food.. *Twirls about* Tho I will say I do like this form better
*Giger Van Gogh : [Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting this as he had entered here— because now he had widened his eyes and immediately went into ninja mode for the time being. He immediately moved his right arm up over to his right shoulder and then took a hold of the black cloth braided handle of his ninjaken blade and he drew the weapon out from the scabbard which was hanging over his right shoulder and carapace. As he drew the blade out, the Turtle looked all around himself and noticed that there was the dead dog on the bed, and then there were claw markings everywhere for the time being and he wasn’t even so sure what or who had caused them. Well, he had an inkling of an idea but he didn’t want to believe it. He stepped on ahead throughout the room now, and still made his observations as he would have to steel himself for what he might actually have to do if the situation called for it but he didn’t want to. But as a ninja, he had to cut off all feelings and emotions and most of all— never look someone in the eye when it had come to doing the deed. There was so much crimson all over the room and floors, so much and he wasn’t even so sure if someone had decided to call the cops. And if someone did… then moving was definitely going to have to be back to the subterranean tunnels underneath the city where the Lost Subway tunnels happened to be, and the black masked ninja knew that life would be harder for him. He moved out the bedroom and into the hallway, still following the trail and to his surprise there was the two bodies of what seemed to be two toughs who likely were small time criminals. Everything was a fucking mess in here, and the black masked Turtle just then looked at the two bodies and noticed their colors… they were part of a gang… Likely the Latin Kings. Oh, this was not at all pleasant… Then he had heard breathing. Immediately the ninja looked ahead and noticed a naked woman on the ground and he had rushed over to her, and he hunched down, moving his left arm out and he placed his hand down onto her neck— feeling for a pulse. There was one, barely there but she was indeed alive. Giger now had whispered out, getting a really bad feeling that he was hardly at all alone. There was going to be a lot of work to be done. And a lot of thinking to be done as well] ….Who or what did this to you?
*Celine Whitewolf : *The scene before Giger was anything but pleasant, pidgeons torn apart laid scattered across the room, on the bed looked to be the neighbors dog Chelsea, blood was smeared across the floor, the bed had large claw marks, the nightstand was knocked over. In the hall that led toward the kitching and dining area, was littered with blood bags, tuffs of black fur, the hardwood floor torn up as if something was dragged to the bathroom. In the bathtub would be another scene that was hard to stomach. Two gang members where torn apart, savagely, the answer machine still blinking from when she had the run in with the shadows. The question was where was Celine.. she was not in the living room, the couch was in the pool, and the porch sliding door was shattered all over the floor. On the kitchen floor would be a naked women, at first it looked dead, skin pale , hair was dark, she looked dead at first glance. blood smeared over her body and face, long black nails. However she was breathing slowly*
*Giger Van Gogh : [It was actually a relatively warm night this January evening. As a matter of fact, it was maybe at the most fifty or more degrees out and he wouldn’t even really so much as need the brown colored poncho with the hood which he was known to wear during the winter season—but it was still cold enough to be considered chilly, but not necessarily enough to where it would make him so lethargic. He would be running across the rooftops for the moment being and the black masked mutant Red Ear Slider would be moving as fast as he could after having made his rounds across the Center City area of Philadelphia. He knew that while he was most definitely just one of four Turtles, technically eight if one were to count the New York Turtles, he knew that he and his sisters were not enough to cover over the grounds of such a large metropolis like Philadelphia. There were too many districts to look after and far too much ground to where they would spread themselves thin. So, Giger and his siblings tended to stay around the area within Center City but sometimes they would move into areas like Fishtown and the like. But he would be currently making his way over to where Celine’s home was currently located at and he had neared the edge of the rooftop which he presently had been running across and he tensed up his leg muscles and pushed himself forward and up, now shifting his weight forward and down only to perform a mid-air somersault as he took to the air some eight feet and a distance of fourteen feet across. As gravity pulled him down, he looked ahead to see where he was about to land, and the ninja soon had moved his arms out and he took a hold of the rail of a nearby fire-escape, and he pulled himself up and began to climb as fast as he could. Upon climbing up, he had made it to the platform which was in front of the window of what might have been Celine’s room. The ninja then had thrown his weight upward, and he flipped himself over the rail and landed feet first onto the platform only to step over to the window. Giger then had moved his arms down to his utility belt and then felt around for something with his hands, and when his right felt the iron ringed handle, he took a hold of it and then pulled it out— revealing it to be a kunai which often was used to open windows and doors. He had tilted the blade down and then turned it sideways, and pushed up and worked to undo the lock of the window. Upon doing so, he had pushed down on the handle, moving the kunai upward and he unlatched the balcony window, and soon pushed the doors open. He stepped forward, now entering into the home for the time being… It was a good way to practice his breaking and entering skills, as they were essential in ninjutsu]
*Skye Neris : [Skye is someone who could be at best described as an eccentric girl who possessed a strength she only had an inkling of an idea of and yet had to discover her true potential but often went out of her way to sometimes help others whenever they were in serious need. She watched as Celine had went inside of her home, and the Raigeki girl could already feel the sweat on her body just getting cold from the winter air all around herself and she shivered from the cooling sensation, she was losing the heat which she was building up and she needed to keep it up if she was going to keep warm. And add on top of the fact that she was wearing a winter sports jacket… she would kind of be basting in that sweat which was something of a not very good feeling for her. Very icky on the skin. She once more took in a deep breath of air through her nose and then released a deep sigh from within after having gotten her wind once more and she stepped forward and began running once more in a moderate pace this time. She turned with her hips and she thrust her arms forward and out two quick times, unleashing two boxing styled jabs through the air— all to add onto the intensity of her workout of course and keep her heart rate going. But as long as Celine was safe, she should be just fine and the Raigeki could say that she had done her good deed for the day. She moved down the block and already crossed the street, and now needed a destination as to where to go. Maybe heading back home would be a good idea. That actually might be for the best, so Skye would already be working on her way to get home as she continued on with her jog, mixing in throwing some boxing styled jabs as she moved on ahead to get her way through the city of Philadelphia right about now. She had learned that there were things in the city which were hostile, and preyed upon a lot of the people here but she also learned that there were things just equally as strange as the Shadow People, and perhaps just as strange as herself. Martial artists who were awakened, supernatural creatures.. What else was in this city?]
*Celine Whitewolf : *Celine felt the jolt as she ran and she tried not to breath to much. The more she ran the more she sweated and she felt her hunger grow. When she was settled down her eyes where a bright red, and her fangs showed* Thank you.. i'll repay you one day.. *Turns and heads inside , once inside the elevator she pushed the botton. Part of her played some of yesterday's words in her head, rubbing her wrong* alone.. *was she alone.. when the elevator opened she entered the house dropped her bag on the floor and walked toward the fridge. She needed blood badly*
*Skye Neris : [Skye had gotten the address down and she had a feeling that she knew where she was going to be headed towards. She stepped forward and began running as fast as possible—showing off the level of strength and the endurance which she had possessed. A normal athletic human being would have difficulty in performing something like this but Skye was anything but a normal human being if the family story was anything to be believed, though she had her doubts and while she entertained the fantastic elements of the story… well, she shouldn’t really dismiss such thing as just being a make-believe family story but she did accept that her lineage had something to do with a natural affinity for lightning. She continued on moving as fast as she could with Celine over her shoulders, and the girl was already working up something of a good sweat before she had come across the other woman and now her scent of sweating would be having to drive Celine absolutely crazy but the Raigeki girl didn’t give a damn. However, Celine would note that Skye’s scent, while human seemed to have a hint of something else in it though it would be hard to identify but it might have had something to do with her heritage and physiology as a Raigeki. Moments would pass, and after having ran along to the destination with mild effort—the Raigeki girl had arrived to the area in question and then jogged to the front and she placed her feet down onto the ground to stop. She knelt down and then placed her hands onto Celine’s hips, and rested her feet first onto the concrete ground. Now the white haired woman would have to be a little bit more comfortable in getting some kind of distance from Skye— about maybe three feet or so as the Raigeki girl stepped back from her. But she couldn’t blame the German-Japanese-Latina girl from wanting to be helpful, something of a personality trait which she got from both her parents if anything else. In a world like this, it was something a refreshing thing to have, and Skye just grinned to Celine as she nodded to her and raised her brows in a quizzical manner. She took in a deep breath of air through her nose, then released a sigh from her mouth as she was working to regain her next wind. Skye still wanted to get some more training done after this if possible. The girl was full of energy… Literally in some cases] There we go!
*Celine Whitewolf : *When she was picked up it took her a moment to take in what was happening and she blinked and she wasn't sure how she was suppose to hold on like such. Lowering her head she took a deep breath and she clenched her teeth and took a breath* I'm not far from the arcade.. *gives her the address of her penthouse* not sure if this is a good idea.. i can smell you ..
*Skye Neris : [Celine didn’t need a taxi or an Uber or a Lyft driver because the Raigeki girl was going to give her that lift whether she wanted it or not—literally. So, Skye had grinned to Celine and then she moved her arms forward and out, only to hunch down as she had slipped her left arm underneath and behind Celine’s right leg and her right hand had taken a hold of Celine’s right arm and with her athletic strength, she would easily move Celine off from the ground and hoist her onto her shoulders, positioning her horizontally as she would carry her in a fireman’s carry. By now, there would be a few people staring as the Raigeki girl would be lifting the white haired woman up, and there was probably a very good chance that Celine would be quite embarrassed about the whole thing but seeing as she was in no real position to actually be walking or even waiting for a means of transportation—especially with how some of the crazies were out there driving said public transportation vehicles, the Raigeki girl was perhaps Celine’s best and safest best. Skye had stood up fully straight, and she didn’t seem to be too bothered by Celine’s weight— it wasn’t like as if she weight a ton or something. The Raigeki girl then took in a deep breath of air, taking in that cold winter atmosphere all around herself, and she didn’t give a damn if people were staring or not. All she wanted to do was finish her workout, and she might as well finish with Celine as the added weight. Now this would be something to really test her endurance and her strength with, and if Celine didn’t like it— well, this was always something new to experience as far as she was concerned. And if people wanted to stare, well she was going to let them. Skye was an unusual girl, quite so in personality and in behavior but at least she was friendly. She looked over to Celine and grinned to her in a playful and mischievous manner, and the German-Japanese-Latina girl nudged her head forward as she spoke out, still keeping that grin. Well, this wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to Celine all things considered] Point me in the right direction, and I’ll get you home!
*Celine Whitewolf : *Gets up again slowly and pulls her backpack up her arm and she nodded* yea.. it may take a bit longer to get back.. i guess i can call a taxi or something.. i didn't get here by car.. and i don't have the strength to get back the way I came.. as for the shadows.. they where hunting me.. *smirks* the hunter became the hunted.. guess they are salty still
*Skye Neris : Do you need someone to walk you home, cause... You look like you're about to keel over and I just think that you shouldn't be walking out here alone, especially if you got Shadow People running around causing shit and other havoc. I mean... Philly is getting to be rougher around the edges as it is, and this is a Jersey girl with electric powers like a fucking Pikachu telling you this.
*Celine Whitewolf : just conversation.. it's distracting.. *pulls out her phone* I don't think i'll be making it till tonight... i perhaps should return home where it would be safer..
*Skye Neris : It has places to go and things to do, but if I had a choice in the matter, I would be back home in Jersey but... I'm hearing that my hometown is getting some weird activity. I mean it was always there since I was a kid and since my Dad was one too, but... it's getting weirder. It's getting weirder in many places. But here is where I go to school, and where I can do things and go to events like... Philly Comic-con or something like that. I mean it's not like it's boring or anything, and it's got oddball shops which are neat to look at from time to time. Why?
*Celine Whitewolf : Indeed stranger things do happen.. * drinks some water tho it didn't do much for her but she didn't feel right to feed on somebody she hardly knew. It was wrong, besides last one she fed on she kept him up all night .. then later found her sister paid him knowing she would do such things* so you like it here?
*Skye Neris : Yeah, you could say that electricity is my focus... I can naturally produce it from my own Ki. Most other people can't without some training, but for me it's natural... It's... kind of a family trait. Supposedly, our ancestors were descended from Raijinn but that's a family story going back to Japan. But that's a story... Stranger things have happened though.
*Celine Whitewolf : hey if i didn't make things weird things would be boring.. so lightning..electricity.. that is your focus.
*Skye Neris : Oh-kaaaaaaaaay. Way to make a bit weird me for there, Ms. White Hair. And yes, that is your new nickname which I am giving you, deal with it! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Okay, so no need to worry about a bit and no need to worry about feeling like you bit into an electrical socket! I think we're copacetic here!
*Celine Whitewolf : I appreciate the offer but on days like this I rather not run the risk.. I'm a bit off kelter and not sure what your blood may trigger. *Smiles* I"ll be fine till tonight when I can hunt. Besides I start feeding i may have to take you home to do other things* letting out a small chuckle she was mostly kidding but she has done such before . Primal side was more open but she was uncertain how Giger may feel about that so she shrugged it off*
*Skye Neris : [Did she just say that she owned a Mogwai? Apparently she did, though whether or not she was joking remained to be seen but given the fact that she knew much about the supernatural and that her father was someone who studied such things in his spare time, well… that was neither here nor there now. The Raigeki girl then had moved her right arm out and then she moved her left hand out and then took a hold of the sleeve of her jacket and then pulled it back, exposing her forearm out for Celine to have. Skye wasn’t at all adverse to pain, infact she was quite used to it considering the fact that she grew up in a family of fighters—in that her father was a master in the art of Raigeki-ryu, their family fighting style which strongly resembled Karate with elements of Tang Soo Do involved, and of course her mother was a master in the art of Karate herself. So Skye had done a lot of hard sparring in her life, and add to the fact that she knew Ryu and by proxy, Ken Masters—she knew how to take a hit, and had gotten involved in quite a number of fights to know what pain happened to be feel like. If Celine needed something desperately or something to hold her over until she got something more satisfying for her— Skye was willing to actually provide something for her. The Raigeki girl also had something of a healing factor going for her as the Raigeki people were born and bred to fight, and therefore they had developed something of faster, more efficient means of healing which could be further bolstered by the use of Ki or by conducting electricity into their own bodies, which gave them something of a bit of a supercharge. And if Celine were to bite into Skye’s arm, she would immediately taste iron but also receive something of a bit of a shock… like as if she had bitten into a light bulb or got a static shock in her mouth… but if she would be able to withstand something like that, she would feel herself getting something of a charge as well though how much blood she would consume… well, that depended on her but Skye wasn’t willing to let herself be drained. She needed blood to keep functional too]
*Celine Whitewolf : well i wouldn't kill you.. just depleted from the attack yesterday on top of some other stuff. *Flops back under the tree and stretches her feet out and pulls her bag off her back and pulls out a granola bar* Blue tips would be cool..not hard to do.. as for the supernatural i wouldn't go looking for trouble..
*Skye Neris : Ha ha! Lighting tips! Good one! Say, you know maybe I should add blue tips to the ends of my hair... Might look good on me! But yeah... You might wanna fix whatever little problem you have going on, cause... I ain't looking to be someone's meal and if you try and bite, well... You ever eat Shocktarts? Yeah, it'd be a lot like that except the shock isn't just a sour flavor! But I know a thing or two about some supernatural stuff... Kind of makes me wanna go to the library and research on some more of that stuff. Maybe I should take my Mogwai with me...
*Celine Whitewolf : I come from a complex blood line..*Pulls out her water bottle and takes a swig tho it was nothing to satisfy what she wanted but figure she just keep her thoughts elsewhere on that. Including not eyeing the piece of meat before her that she could smell from where she was and she moved back toward the tree, to put some space between them. Great randy and hungry was such a good combo on days like this.. didn't help she got attacked and now her brain was a jumbled mess. * Anyway make sure you keep on guard there lighting tips
*Skye Neris : Nephilim? Wait... As far as I know my Angel types there's like... a few... You've got the Elohim, the Seraphim, Cherubim, and the Nephilim... But Nephilim aren't considered pure blood angels. They're hybrids of Humans and Angels. And you're also part Demon. Which could count you as a Cambion... And add a dash of Vampire. Well, you don't look like you sparkle...
*Celine Whitewolf : Neflim is kinda what i am, with more crap tossed in.. demon and angel with a dash of vampire. as for the rumors they are not malarkey.. they feed on negativity can possess bodies..and ki, chi hurts them and so does magic weaposn..
*Skye Neris : Yeah, I get a lot... So, the rumors aren't just malarkey then! We got Shadow People running around these parts... Mm'kay... My old man is kind of big into that kind of paranormal stuff, much to my Mom's annoyance of course but he taught me a few things. So uh... what you supposed to be? Leech? Wolfer? Hybrid? Cause your energy feels really off and really, really foreign.
*Celine Whitewolf : *Watching her she almost felt drunk and she rubbed her face* Tease.. good to know you can take care of yourself.. be careful out here..the shadows where here yesterday and where playing by a different set of rules.. Also I apologize for my behavior.. I had a rough day and night and I get a bit primal in such cases
*Skye Neris : [The Raigeki girl might act like a cabbage but that was something of a front to keep people underestimating her and if anything that was something of a good advantage for her to have. She might act like someone who was a bit of an airhead but that was also just her expressing her usually optimistic and happy self. Skye wanted to say something in regards to Celine, telling her that she knew better than what she was letting on ever since she had felt her natural energy signature and the best way to describe it was inhuman, something more… chaotic in nature as far as she could put words to it. The Raigeki girl then took note of the way Celine seemed to be looking at her. If anything… well, she might as well give her a bit of a playful warning here and there. So, Skye had grinned to Celine and then she scoffed in a bit of amusement before giggling to herself. She then mentally attuned herself to the energy which was within herself and then felt this energy which was coursing through out herself, registering it in the form of a powerful tingling sensation. Then she channeled it to move throughout her entire body, coursing it through her right arm and hand—and then she concentrated it to flow into the index finger of her right hand. And as she felt this current forming in her right hand’s finger, she converted to electricity and willed to burst outward .Small burst of course. And then from the tip of her index finger, a burst of lightning crackled out and then it had dissipated as she casually released that control over her own energy flow. And the Raigeki girl then winked to Celine from her right eye, and then she slipped her hands into her pant pockets, and then shrugged casually. Celine would be able to pick up that Skye herself was anything but a normal human being— and that her natural energy seemed to have a bit of a spark to it… as if she were elementally aligned, though it wasn’t magic but Ki. Then Skye had to make something of a playful joke about it. It was the only way which she could actually make her warning get across. But at least she had a sense of humor about it all] I don’t eat out on the first date, Celine.
*Celine Whitewolf : You can call me Celine.. and i got food in my backpack and water. Mostly just a headache.. I had planned to spend the day out here..but I may just head home. *Well least she got some hunting in but it was small game and not nearly enough blood as she really needed after such . Eyes glancing to skye as the thought and talk of food made her even more conscious of how thirsty she was and that is when she scalded her own self for thinking such things* Yea water.. good tips..* Tips.. her mind wandered and she eyed Skye body and she mentally was kicking herself as her brain was really wandering. Drained, fullmoon, and the wolf moon at that, she was feeling feisty, in the worse way*
*Skye Neris : Mhm... Right! You seem really depleted though... You need something to eat or what, Ms. White Hair? Cause... there are a lot of places to eat here in the city. I mean you've got McDonald's, Burger King, Taco Bell, Dunkin', and Starbucks... Unless you can't eat solids, and gotta have fluids then nothing but good ol' fashioned water!
*Celine Whitewolf : I'm fine.. just felt tired and decided to rest.. guess I caught something.. you know how things are.. they hit you without expecting alot of the times.. and gone just as fast. *Glances around , wiping her face making sure there was no blood either from her eating*
*Skye Neris : Oh, hey it's you White Hair! You don't look so good... You seem to be really sick or something! Catch the flu and passed out here or something? And in this cold weather? Geeze... And here I am jogging to test my endurance and sweating like a pig out here. Oink oink! Sueeeeeeeeey! Wheeeeeeee! Seriously, you okay?
*Celine Whitewolf : *Head lifted and they focused on Skye and she rubbed her eyes recognizing the girl from the two run ins she had with her. If she recalled right she was related to ryu tho her head still felt fuzzy* Hey.. sorry must of dozed off.. *Stretches she climbed to her feet and clenched her teeth she still felt off and it took her a bit to balance herself. Letting out a large yawn as she stretched in smile* Enjoying an afternoon jog?* Anything to distract the girl from her state.. *
*Skye Neris : [The New Year had come and the holidays have since passed. Thanksgiving and Christmas were spent back in New Jersey with her family— her parents in particular, and it had been something of a while since she had seen them and she was quite glad that they were doing well. But as the holidays were over, she had since returned to her life back within the city of Philadelphia but at least she got away from the whole insanity which was going on around here in these parts but then again, the suburbs of New Jersey were getting some kind of supernatural attention. Rumor had it that there was some kind of haunting happening over in the town of Pennsauken. But right now, the Raigeki girl was working on her endurance as she was currently doing some jogging— running at maybe six miles per hour as far as traveling speed was concerned, and she had been running for at least thirty minutes. The Raigeki girl had figured that running through Fairmount Park would be a good way to get in that training. And as she was running through the area, the Raigeki girl looked all around herself with her dark colored eyes and then noticed on her far left—someone underneath the tree, and she seemed to be quite weary and looked maybe a little sick. Being the bit of a bleeding heart which she had happened to be, Skye stepped forward in her jog and now moved over to where Celine had happened to be and then paused as soon as she was about maybe three feet of her. Ki Sense: And then the Raigeki girl had felt a tingling sensation moving up her spinal column and a feint pressure formed within her forehead and the Raigeki girl simply attuned herself to Celine’s energy and… well, she got a mixture of things. Celine didn’t seem to appear to feel human; she felt something different… something otherworldly. She didn’t know what she was but… if anything, it was something unique. And more importantly, her energy had felt completely depleted but she definitely was alive… Not necessarily clinging onto life but she certainly seemed to have felt drained. Skye then had took in several light breathes, and then she nudged her head up to Celine… though whether she saw her or not… well, remained to be made clear. She had moved her right hand out— getting a better feeling for her depleted energy]
*Celine Whitewolf : *Celine was leaning against a tree sleeping, she had fight to stay awake after she had a full belly from hunting, then trying to stay awake in fear they would attack again, but even she required sleep after such things. Her mind still trying to recover from what had happened. It wasn't till mid day she felt a bit of warmth on her skin in the coldness as the sun peeked through the tree line and she slowly woke up a bit foggy. Eyes looking around as she wasn't sure when exactly she fell asleep nor the time. Pulling out her phone she glanced at the time and rubbed her eyes. *
*Celine Whitewolf : *Dismissing her scythe to the shadow she let out a sigh and moved to pick up her jacket putting it back on before taking her phone out. * I'm okay.. * It was all she said before she hung out and she couldn't help but let those words of his surface that did anyone truly care.. *Reaching down she picked up her back pack and head further into the park, this time her steps where slowed, and part of her was almost tempted to retreat home. It wasn't safe there anyway she thought, they could of found her anywhere, best not lead them to her own sanctuary, and with that she kept walking. Head screaming, she felt dirty, violated, and she wrapped her arms around herself. It was almost as bad as when she had the negate collar on when she was a teen, hypnotized to do things she would not have done. The more she thought about it the more she felt ill. Till she eventually had to stop to empty her stomach out before moving a bit further away and sitting down under a tree. Perhaps if she cried she would feel better but she couldn't, nothing would come accept the raw feelings from the invasion. It was going to be a long night it would seem*
*The Shadows : [And the Hat Man had immediately looked over to the rest of the subordinate Shadow People and he motioned his head, gesturing for them to take their leave and head anywhere else within the city of Philadelphia— or anywhere far from the city of Philadelphia if they chose to do so. The Corner Head, the Long Legs and the Child immediately focused on the negative energies which were within themselves and command it to dissipate and disperse, and their dark shadow forms immediately had followed suite as well, and black wisps were swarming apart as they had darted off into the growing shadows of the evening. The Hat Man would be the only one who would remain behind, knowing that this was a day which had been won by him though it was something of a small victory against the woman who had transgressed against his kind. But he had infiltrated and seized control of her body, and also infiltrated her mind and spirit— effectively aiming to break this woman if he could and draw more misery and depression out from her if he could, perhaps to feed upon her if possible. The Hat Man had raised his right hand up and then took a hold of the wide brim of his fedora and tilted it forward, gesturing something of a farewell to Celine but it was anything but benevolent in gesture. He stepped back and then moved towards the closest shadow which was being cast by an exceptionally large oakwood tree, and as he stepped behind the trunk, he focused on merging himself with the shadow that was cast by the tree. The negative energy within himself had done as he had commanded, and he sunk into the shadow of the tree and was seemingly gone. There would be no malicious presence to be felt as far as Celine’s senses were concerned, and more importantly— there seemed to be no sign of the umbral entities. However, that was something which she shouldn’t just rely on entirely. They had proven that at any given time, they could appear to her and perhaps aim to harm her once more. They’ve done it to other people and why not to the Nephilim or anyone else whom had something of a connection to her?]
*Celine Whitewolf : * Indeed she would not forget in fact he had help her recall something her granmother Alessa taught her when she was young, celine had once traveled in other's minds as well, she knew when one was in another they also became acceptable to such things. That tid bit would be stored away and she knew now she had to retrain her mind to prevent such things again or to play it to her advantage. There would be no words from her mouth as she waited merly for them to dispersed. Her phone was still on and she wasn't sure if anyone was home at her house who had listened. It was more of an insurance if something did happen they would know what perhaps and where she was if shit went sideways. It nearly went that way she thought, her mother 's flaw could of kicked in which would of left her vulnerable but locked her mind down*
*The Shadows : T҉há̷͢t ͢įś͡ ͝a̸ ̕҉t̛r͞a͢nsg̵ŕ̢e͞s̡s͏̸̀iơ̵͟n̷ ̡̢̛w͢͏h̡͜i͝ch̀͝ ̶̶́I͞͏͞ ͡h̵a͠͠vȩ n͢͝o҉͘t̷ ̨fo̵͢r͢͞go̶̸͡t̶͠͠t̢e̷n͏,͏ ̡̢͠Ń͠éph̴̕̕i̧l̡͞į͡m͟͝. ̵͡B͡u̧ţ͢ ̸ŕé̢̢m͞e͏m͝b͜͟er w̷hà̀t̸̴ ̵̕ý̨̨òu̢ ͠ha̡͟v͘e ͏ę̴x̷͝p̡ér̶͢íen̵̴͢cé͞҉d̨́͠.̵̷̕ ̵I͡ ̢͠c̨͡a͠m̷̶e̵̕͟ ̸v̕èry̶̕ ͘c̕͠l͡͠o̧̕sè̸͞ ̶tǫ ͢͠u̕͜nl͡͏͟o̕͟c͠ki̡ń̢g̸͡ ͢t̢̛͡h̷̕e ͠b̴u͝r͟͏i̷̧e҉͟d̴͢ ̴c̡͢o̵̵n̕t̸͟e͢n̸t́͘͠s ̛͠͏ǫ͢f̧͜͡ ͏yǫ̷͠u͟r̛ ̸̷͞m̀i̸n҉̷͞d҉.̛ ͜I̴͡ ̢͞k̸n̷o͟͡ẃ͠ ̵I ̛̕ca̶̵n̡̢ co̷̶͡n̛͏̀tr͠o̢̕͜l ́you̴̵͡r ͟b͞o͡d͠͏͟y̕ ͝҉at͡ ͞a̢̕n̵y҉ ̵̡́g҉̧i͟v̀e̷̢n͝ ̵͘̕t̶͢i͝͏m̧e̢ ͜҉̷I̵̵̕ ẃ҉a͘͡n̢͘̕t̸ ̡s̶̀҉h͏o̵u̵͘͠l҉͟d̕ ̶I̵̴͘ ̀c҉͟ho̧̧o̡s̴͝e̷̢͞ ͜t͏o ̷̢͟d̀o ́s̸͝o̴.̧.́. ͟Im͡͏a҉g̸̛i̵҉n̸e̷,̧̀ ̨i̸͟f̕ ̢I҉̀ ̸̷h̵̀a̸d ̀͏t́a̷͞҉k̨̨e̷͡n͟ ̸you̴̶r͢ ͠bo͢d̕̕y͟͞͏ ̡a̛͢͞ǹ͝d ̀͞u̷͝s̛̕e͠͝d̴̨ ͡i̸̧t ̧t̡́o ̵͢e͞҉̷n͟d̵̴ ͏̀ev͜e̵͟r͞yt͘҉͢hi͘n͞g ̕͟͡you͜ ̀͠h͡o̴l̡͠͝d̨́ d̛ea̷̧ŕ.̴̡.̕.͟ ̶́Y̸̴o̵ù̧r͏͞ ̨͏ṕ̸͟re͡͏cì̶o̕͏̧u̴̢͘s͏ ̸̛T̢̀͝ùrtl̡e͏.̵̨̀.̀.̡҉ ̢o͞r̨ ̷̨t́͟͡ho̷̵s̴̕e e̢͝s̢tra͞n̶̷͢g̛e̸͜d̨ ̀͟br̀͝a҉͜ţ̷̕s̴̢ ̷y̕ơ̷͝ú͝ ̷͞ẁ͡i͜͡s̡͞͝h ̶͝͞t̵̨͘ó̧͏ ͠r̸͝ec͟o̸҉ń͞n͟è̡c̕t̨ ̢͏w̡̛i̛t̢͢h̶̕͜.͘.̨.̢́͘ ͏͝Ơ͜h ̕͘͘w͜e̷l͘l̵̨͘,̷̨͞ ̛p͘er͢͏͘h̛̀a͏͝p̷̛͝s͝ ͜҉a̶̧n̨͟o̷̕t̵̢͢h҉e̛r̵ ti̷m̕҉e̶.́͟͝ ́́B̵̡͞ú̴t̡̀ ͢͝à́s̢͏̨ I͘̕͡ ̡s̴a͟i̸̵͡d҉.̴.͏.̴ ̀͟͏r͏e͏͜m͝em̷̸b̡e̷r ̡́w͢h͘a̛͜t ̧̀͢h̨͢app̕͠҉e͡҉ne̴d ̨̛͜t͞o͘̕da̶͝y̶̷.̸̀ I ̡̧mos҉̡t͟ ̵̡͠ç̸èr̢͜t̴a̵i͠n̴lỳ͏ ̡̧w҉̶ill̷̡̡.̡̀.̵ ̕á̢n͏͘d̵́͜ t̸̢͢o̵ ҉̵̛mỳ̛ ̕a̧͞d҉̡͘vá̢n͢҉t̕a͏ge͠ i҉͞͞f I̵̢̕ ҉͡c̴͝a͢n̸͟.̨̧
*Celine Whitewolf : Take your minions and leave me*growling low or I will begin the hunt which I came for starting with your kind* Her voice held no gentle tone was harsh and cold, distant as she spoke, her eyes shifting to silver again with the red ring. Breathing became normal and she licked her lips as if hungry, eyes stillw atching them as she watched the other tried to lunge at her only to be stopped by one of the others. pulling the scythe as one the shadows she yanked on to form it's solid form once more . *
*The Shadows : [The Hat Man had used up considerable energy in the possession of Celine, and he really couldn’t afford to use a telekinetic based defense to ward off her attack, so he could only do simply one thing and that was by getting out of the way. As the weapon was magic in nature, it was capable of harming him. He had stepped back rather quickly away from the incoming weapon, and the Hat Man knew at this point that this woman clearly had enough of him and the other Shadow People. She was dangerous, and she had proven that when she had killed the Hooded Monk Shadow— which was her transgression against these umbral creatures. Immediately, and without hesitation the Long Legs Shadow immediately had lunged forward with it’s arms and aimed to grab a hold of Celine by the head but the Hat Man moved his right arm out and he took a firm hold of the Long Legs Shadow by the neck with his right hand, and he gripped onto the fellow creature’s neck firmly within his grasp. And if these creatures could breathe, then asphyxiation would come into play but the Long Legs Shadow was acting out of resistance of such a hold, not so much really disobeying the Hat Man. The red eyed Shadow Man immediately then tossed the Long Legs Shadow to the right, releasing his right hand from it’s neck and tossed it onto the ground. But Celine was the one who was being problematic right now, and yet… he had looked up and noticed that the sun was setting. It got darker sooner, and this meant that the rest of the city was free to be fed upon. He just looked to Celine with a malicious look in his glowing red eyes, amused at the current pain which she had just experienced upon being possessed by him. And he had gained some new knowledge on her… where she went, and the worlds which she had gone to, and some of the people whom she held dear to her heart. He had moved up the index finger on his right hand, and shook it in a disapproving manner like how a parent would do with a child when reprimanding them whenever they did something they found displeasing]
*Celine Whitewolf : *Eyes look up at him with her scythe still in hand she brought it out and in to cut at him from either left or right as he blades came together before her and she stood up* I am neither animal or human.. i'm a nephlim.. i'm demon of hell, angel of the shadow world and vampiric to sudue the lust and hunger* Keep making assumptions when you know nothing..
*The Shadows : A̶̛nd̴͝ ͝҉n̴ơ͠ẁ ̕t̛͝͞he ҉̴à͠͝n̵͏̡i҉̀m̵̴a̴͠l ̷͜͟h͝a̶̡ş̀͢ ̷̨͜c͏e̡ased̸͜ ͏͝t͏o̡͡ ͝át̡̕t̨e̶m͡p͝t̶̛ ̷̵̷ţ̵o̶̢ ̀͜b̢e͏̀ ͝a̛҉ ̡w̕͏͏o̶͜m̵̢ąn͢!̕ ̢H̨̧o̵w̡̧ ͞f́͘i͠҉t̨t̕i͟ń̡͟g̸͏̡ ̴̧͘tha͢͏͘t͟ ̴you͠͞ ͞d̢e̶c̴i̵͝d̴͠͠e҉̴͠ ̶͝to̴͜ u͠n͡d̵͟o̷͟҉ th̶̨͘i̕s ̴f̴̶aça̴̧̕d҉͘e ͝͝of̧̛́ ̀c̀͘͟i̵̢v̨̀i͡l͏iţ̡͢y ̡à̷n͜d͡ ͘d̨͢o̸̡m͠͠es͟͟͝t͘͠i͜͟͠c̶a҉̵̢t̸͘í̛o͢͝ń͘҉,͞ a҉l̷ĺ͢͜ ̨͟͠t́o ̶́o̶̵̕ń͠ļ̛y͞͠ ͢a͡͞i̧m̨̀ ̴t̷͞҉ó̵̕ ̵̢͟a͜͝͏t̴̶͢t̡à̀͢ćk̵̨ ̸̡m̴e̛͢͝!̶̕ ̵̵̶À̷n͟͞d̡͟͡ ̨i̕n̴ ą̴ ͝͞p̵̨a͘r͜͡k̸ ͟f̛́u͏l̡͏l ̢o̷͘͝f̶̧ ͠iń̷̛n̴o͜çen̷t̡́͡ ̀p̵̢è̢͢o̶͘͟p̡̛l͞e̸!͟ ͡I͝ ̀m҉͢͞os̵t̨͟ ̷̀c̢͏͠e̸ŗ̷tą͘in̸l̨y̨͡ ̧h҉̵o̶p̸͟ę ͡t̶͜há̵t́͏́ ̧y̡o̶̷u͜ ̸̧̕c̕͢an ̡̕re͟g̕͞a̷͟i҉n͞ ̛y̸͘o̵҉̶u̶̴rsȩl̴̴f̛͟ ̸b̷͏e̶f͞ore̶ ̨y̵̢͞o̢͞ú̷̶ ҉̨t̸͠ŗy̴ ̛̛͟a҉nd ͘͢a̸t̡̧t̨͝a҉͜c̢̀͞k͜ ̡̨̕m̵̢͡é͞,͞ ̷̨͞w̶̧͝h̢i̡̡l̕e҉ ̨͘i̵̧n̶͏̢ ҉̨t̸̶h́͏e͞ ̸̛͝p͟͝͠r͜͡o̷c҉̢̕es͟͠s̸͜.̷..̛ ̀ki̶͝l̀͜l̀͜i͘n̶͟͞g̸̀ m͞a̧͟n̢̕͟y̕͢ ̧̕m̧̀̕e̛ņ͜,̸̛ ̴̸͜wǫ͟m̸ęn̶͢ ̸a̴n҉d̶̡..̧.̴ ͠s͏̢́ǫ͢͠m̧͞e̡t̢h̨i̡҉ng̢͟͏ ̨̛y̶̨͝ou̧ ҉͝͏h̕͝͞a̶͞v͘e͏̛ ̛͞a҉̵ ̀͘s͘óf͠t͟ ͟͞s̢p̸̡o̵t̕͝ ͘͢fo̴r͞..̛҉. ͜ç͡h̴͜i̧l̸̀d҉͢r̶̢e̢̛͠n̵̷͠!͠҉ H҉͠m ̧hm͢ ̨hm͠ ̡͟h̸m͘͏́!̵͘ S̸̀͞u͟r͡͞e,̧ ̷̢͠ỳoù͘ ̸̛w̶o̶̵u̢l͢͠d̴͢͡n̵̨'t̨͝ ̴͢wa͢͞n͟t͟͡ ̡̡̀t̛h̵̀a̶̡͠t҉̕͡ ̸̡o̡͟ņ ̨͡yǫur ͝͏àļr҉ea̶͜͝d̨y͟ b̡͟͜ų̷̵r̸̛de̡n͡e͞͝d̨̡̀ ̴̴c͝o̶n̡s̢̧͜ci͢o҉us͜,̴ ͝w̢ó̵u̸͡ld ͠y͏ò̀̕ư?҉ ̷͘͢But ̀͟͡wḩ̸a̧̛t do̸e̛͏s͜ ań ̕͟a̕͟͠n͠i̴m̧̧a̡͜͠l͟҉ ̀l͟͞í̀k͠ȩ͜ ̸͝yo̕͜͞ư̢͢ ̵͘ca̶̛͜r͞e?
*Celine Whitewolf : *Breathing heavy it took her a bit after she pushed him out to regain herself, her control, indeed time was lost. Fingers clenched still she stopped breathing all together, she shut down her body partially so not to fall ill for a moment, eyes still a bright red and she glared at him. Indeed she seem to have been beat for a moment, but she was one to quickly heal and push forward, part of her begged to release her beast, to try to tear him apart but she held fast. Slowly standing she snarled a bit she didn't like that he got in her head. The shadows rippled around her , even her tail was turning black, she felt her anger rise more and more*
*The Shadows : [And the Hat Man felt something hitting into him, like a car slamming into his midsection and the next thing which he knew was that he was expelled from within her head and now saw nothing but darkness but not necessarily the darkness which he would call home but genuine emptiness. And in the physical plane—Celine would be experiencing something of a spiritual, mental, and physical purging process as she managed to actually push the Shadow Person out and from her eyes, nose and her mouth would black wisps which resembled smoke and it was the Hat Man himself in his rather intangible form. And already the wisps were gathering, forming into a human shape and when they had reconstituted themselves, they assumed the familiar form complete with the wide brimmed hat which belonged to the titular Hat Man. It seemed as if the message which he had wanted to get across had been delivered, and while there was indeed some energy lost in possessing Celine for what seemed to be a brief time— it had actually been a few minutes. More than a few minutes really, so there would be a sense of lost time for her to experience. The Hat Man grinned, his glowing red eyes now shimmering and his black film lined teeth were exposed, twisting his already inhuman visage of a human face. He had hunched down and looked to see Celine, wanting to puke and vomit and he would find it quite amusing if she did. But he had been in there long enough to do some kind of damage, not permanent but… enough to make Celine realize that this was someone who wasn’t to just dismiss and act tough around. None the less, she had successfully pushed him out and managed to save her own mind. The other Shadow People were quite curious about how Celine had managed to do that— normally, it would’ve taken a priest or a medicine man to exercise the Hat Man from the body, but she seemed to have do that from just pure will power. The Hat Man chuckled out… He was mildly impressed, but this was something she shouldn’t be too proud of. Possession from one of these creatures never was a pleasant experience. But she would have complete full control over her own body again, feeling like as if she would be able to breathe, and if she absolutely needed to… expel whatever bile she had churning in her stomach]
*Celine Whitewolf : *Growling low as he tossed things aside she felt pressure in her head she felt like she needed to puke. Eyes watched more and more, when he crushed the pictures the ones of her children she had enough. She pushed at him again* GET OUT~ *
*The Shadows : [The Hat Man was now looking for something in relation to that filing cabinet— something which could get it open. A key perhaps. And he was feeling something of a push up against himself, as if something or someone was trying to knock him out from this place. But they would find that he was so deep in that knocking him out wouldn’t be so easy and he was already going through her mind in search of an attempt in opening that filing cabinet. So long as that filing cabinet wasn’t opened, Celine would perhaps be quite fine and not too much would be done. The Hat Man then had looked to the shelf which had books of it, and so far there were several volumes of it. He had reached out with his left hand and took a hold of one book, which had a title of “The world of Spyridon” on it.. and he opened it and simply thumbed through the book. And from what he was able to see, there were indeed a lot of things in relation to magic and other mythological creatures. Creatures which had once existed in this universe of Earth 1987-2229 and they still existed though they were no longer in the realm which Earth had resided in and went back to wherever it was that they had come from… Well, most of them anyway. Then he had carelessly tossed the book behind himself from his left hand, and then looked to the other book… the one which had related to the world which Celine more or less often retreated to, and he took a hold of it within his left hand, opened it and once again thumbed through the pages— and he was immediately greeted by photographic pictures of what seemed to be a beach house on a shore. It seemed idyllic, really but… nothing really worth of interest to him. But… as he thumbed through it, he saw a picture of the people who were also there as well, and then he turned around and looked to the fallen picture frames on the floor now… and then he turned around and actually stepped ahead and purposely crushed the frames as well beneath his feet. Adding insult to injury at this point. He looked at the table, and was now moving his arms out and then he took a hold of the handles of the cabinets underneath the table and pulled them open—as if he were still looking to get whatever it is he needed to open that file cabinet. He looked inside, trying to find something to use to open that thing]
*Celine Whitewolf : *Celine was struggling, she refused to give to his mind games, she wasn't sure how to get him out of her head. Indeed she had gone into others minds but nobody has ever really truely been in hers. Yes they have controlled her but they where not in her head like this, trying to think through this while he dug around, she felt sick, nauseated, and she felt a bit of panic. Could he trip her mothers bloodline flaw, sending her into a coma, one that often took weeks months to come out. It was a bad flaw, one she had done good to not trigger but she was told about it, how easily they forgot things, it was like a reset button on the mind*
*The Shadows : T̵̷h̵͘e̴͘ ͜a̕n̡͡i̸̡͢m̶̸a̷͜l̴̡͢ w҉h̢͏̡o̧͜͞ ̶p̕la̡͡y̡͠s̨̡͠ a̢̢t̷ ͏̛b͘ei̵̕ńg͝ ҉͟a̢͜͢ ẁ̴͡o̡͘m͝a͢͝n̵̕͢.͏.. ̕T͜h̢͟͠e̵ŕ̴̴e̸ ̛i̴s̕ s̡̢o̶͠ ̷̸m̴͟͜ừ̶c̴͜h̸̵ ̨͠r͟e͞s̶͡èǹ҉tm̴e҉n̵t̵͝, ̀͟a҉͝n̸͝͡g͟e̕͘r̸,̴̢͝ ͝h́at̴͠r̵͠e̴̸d͞ ͢͢a̷̕n͜͜d̷́͘ ̧͡s̢̡̢o̶̡͜ ̶̷̛m̶͟u̧c̴͜h̶ ́̀i͞n̷͝ ͘he̵r̶̷e̛ ̕͢͠w͏̧h͘i͝c̴̨h ̢I̷͏ ̸̕c͏a̵͞n̸̕ ̧͠w҉or̢k̨ ͟҉̨w͜͡i̵͜t́h̷̕ ̶̛͝i̶̡n ҉̧́h̢̡͞e͏r̡e͘.͠ ̴̀͜B̧͟ut͟͟ ͢t̨̛h̶e҉͟r̡̡̨è҉̶ ͠҉̨i̸s͠͠ ̨̢o͟ńl̡y ̧s͟͟͡o ̢̧͢m͝u͢͢c̨h͜͠ ͞w̕҉͟h̀͘͢i҉c͢h̷͜͜ ̸yoư̕͟ ́͢c̨a̛n ͏҉a̡̢l̨͢l͘͞o͞w̢ ̴̀an̵̵ḑ..̶͢.͞ ͡I͡ ͝͞c҉҉͏a͏n fì͞nd̴ ̧̀͟ì̛t̵̨ q͞u̡į̷t̡͟҉e̶͝ c͘͞o̶҉̷m͘͝f́̀͘o̶r̷t̢҉͘a̴̸̴b̕l̸̢e̛͞͠ ̴͞ì̕͜n͜ ̕h͟͟͞e̶̕re͏.̶̸ ͏Y͏̢o͠ur͡ ̶͜b̛o̶dý̧ ̵I̕ ̨͢ha̧͡v̶e͡͝ ̀f҉̶u̴̷̢l̸̛l̡ ̛͞c̸͞͏o͠n͞tr̶͡o̶҉l҉̕͠ ó̧͡v͟͡e̕͟r̕͢͡.͘.͜.̨ B̀ų̸́t̢̀͡ ̢̧y̕͜o̸u͟͏̶'̨͟͏r͜ę͟ ͜s̶͘t͡͠įl͜l̕ r͜ę̕̕ş͘i̵̧͢s̵͟t̵̢i̵n̴̛͜g̵͘͠. ́I̸̷͢ ̧sh̕o͜͡҉u̷͢l̵̕dn͝'̵̛͘t̵ ͠e͏x̸͡p̕e͏͜c͜͟t͏҉̧ ̶a͘n̸y̷̛͟ ̧ļ͟͠e̕͟s̷͢s͜.͜ ̕̕Is͟͝͏ ̨t̷h̢͡i̷̧s͜ ̸͟k̛̕í͞͝ńd҉ ̛́͘ǫ̨f ̕͞͝ba̛g̛g̸̀͜a̧g͢҉e͡͞ ̢c͞ò͘͟m̵̵̢m̸on͏͡͏ ̷i̶̕͡n͢ t̕͜h̴i̵̡s̸̨͟ ̴s̵̀ò͟͟ c̵á͟͡l̸l͏̶e̢͟d͘ ̴̀f̸̶̡a̢͢m͘͟͝i͢ly͝ ̡̨o͟͞f̶̶ ͘͠y̢o̴̸u̶r͢s̢̢?͘͢
*Celine Whitewolf : *Her body trembled she was trying to gain control, trying to keep him from getting further inside her head but she felt unbalanced. It was unnerving he could do such a thing and she watched him closely, how often had her mind wandered when her brother died and was brought back as mara. How her other brother opened pandora's box and it had nearly killed him as well, how she felt guilty for not being able to save either. The middle child, she was the center ring of the three and she felt sick at that point. There was alot of blood on her hand, the sacrifices she made for others at her own cost. The knowing and killing of her own cousin, to save the child she birthed. *
*The Shadows : [As she should be feeling because that is exactly what was going on right about now. The Hat Man had full complete possession of Celine’s body but the mind was something different, but the feeling of being dirty would be something of a lingering sensation for her to experience as well as the heaviness. In her mind’s eye, she would see that there would be something a file cabinet and the Hat Man was standing right beside it with his right arm’s elbow resting at the top of it— and yet it was seemingly locked up. And whether or not he could get in was something entirely up to Celine, now that she was in that meditative state. The Hat Man had moved his left hand down and he took a hold of the handle of the file cabinet and he just… jerked it back, as if he were trying to open it but it wouldn’t necessarily budge. Rattle a little bit but not open, not entirely anyway. And he just grinned that wide smile, and all Celine would see, and perhaps… even do as he was in control of her physical form— smile just like him in that unnatural and creepy fashion. And the Hat Man had looked to the file cabinet and he actually wondered what was in there— because if he could open it up and actually see what was inside, then that could be something of a grand feast for him to have while also unleashing chaos upon the city. He then had looked all around in Celine’s mind, seeing that… it looked like something of an office. Perhaps this was something of a manifestation of the mind, to keep it structured and organized. He moved over to the desk, and saw an assortment of pictures. Family. There was Mira, there was Alessa, there was Mara, there was Tristan… so many, he couldn’t even figure out who some of them were as they were just bits and pieces of information which he had access to. Information which had been relayed to him, and information which he was allowed to have as far as Celine was concerned. And then there was the picture of Giger as well. In a mocking manner, the Hat Man would move his left hand out, and he would flick a finger out—knocking the first picture frame of Mira over from the desk and onto the floor, then Alessa, and then Mara. He chuckled out… and as he would chuckle out, perhaps Celine’s physical form would do so as well while retaining that grin on her face, which mirrored his own]
*Celine Whitewolf : *Right before she had reached corner head her bod went rigid and she gasped.. staggering back as if hit hard. It felt like something slithered inside her and she growled low in response. Hands tightening on her weapons and she crouched down. It had gotten inside her, in her head, it was a dirty trick and one she wasn't expecting. Immediately she went into somewhat of a half meditative state not wanting something to crawl around in her mind. It was a dangerous place not just for her but those that venture into place that should not be, she had seen alot of things in her past, she had been mind controlled before by hunter when she was just a teen, there where things she burried, and now felt like something was digging through it, she felt violated*
*The Shadows : [There was more than one way to instill fear than just by an immediate jump scare—although this one would take some energy to do but it would absolutely be extremely terrifying for someone to experience. It hadn’t been something which he had done often but he was clearly capable of it, and usually it was done to make a person do things which he had wanted them to do, or to make them experience the fear of a loss of control over themselves while also taking a good portion of energy from them as well. He just shot a glare to Celine as she turned and began to dart off to the Corner Head, and the Hat Man then stepped over to her— and given that he was not in a solid physical form, or even so much as made a noise due to him having no real weight to brush up against the grass, his movements would be silent and graceful. And then he immediately turned in a spin, and his body dissipated into nothing more than black wisps which now would be forming into a helix and then they would immediately move right in towards Celine’s back. Possession: Should this be successful, the Hat Man would phase himself inside of Celine’s body and she would feel something which could only be described as impure and dirty entering into her very being. Not necessarily just physical, but spiritually and mentally as well. If this possession were to take place, Celine’s eyes would turn black as the night itself, and she would feel an overwhelming sense of oppression. As if someone were making her weight like she was ten tons, as if someone was pinning her down against her will. The Corner Head, the Long Legs, and the Child were now just watching with their glowing white eyes, genuinely curious to see how this would play out. This wouldn’t necessarily so much as be a physical battle, but something of a battle of wills which could be just as draining if not a little more than a physical confrontation but there would also be an overwhelming sense of loss of control, and fear as well to be gained from this for the Hat Man. And should this occur—Celine would feel as if a pair of hands were wrapping around her head, and tearing through her mind in search of memories… Perhaps painful ones, if her will wasn’t strong enough to ward him off. The experience would be a very nauseating and ugly thing to experience, even for someone like Celine]
*Celine Whitewolf : runt of the litter...that funny.. I never thought of being the runt.. i may not be combatant as them but I'm okay with that.. I'm me and my strengths are elsewhere. I struggle as much as the next person and as for freak of nature.. this world is full of those that are different..doesn't make them freaks. Look at yourselves.. some may say the same about you. *Glances around* Another question if I'm the runt.. then why do you need your entire posey here with you*Grins* If i'm the runt then how come I had killed one of your minions *Rolls her shoulders* Also i'll never be alone in the world....*Turning on her heals she darted forward to the taller shadow one side, her eyes brightening, her fangs now showing* I'm done yapping..
*The Shadows : E͏͏įt̛h́e̸̛͟ŗ͜͏ ̨͝th͜e̴̛y̵ ͢f͏i̷̢g̛̛h̷͡t̷̶͠ t̴h͢e͡i͏r̢ ̡ow̡n ̸̷͘b́̕a͏ţt̷l͝e͢͞s͟͝,̨́͠ ̸̸o̷͏r̷ ̷҉ţ̸͟h̸ey͜͞ ͠͏se͏͡e͠ ̶̕thȩ̵̀msel̛͢v̛́e̶s҉̛̀ ̸͏a̸s̸̢͠ ̷to̶̸̧o͘҉ ̨h̀i̢ǵh̨͝ ̵̡a̡̕̕n̴҉͝d͏͏ ́͟mì́͠g̴͘͘h̀ţ̶y ̸͢t͞o̡͟ ͏c̷̡͞o̷͞m̵è̵͜ a͘͜n̨͡d̵ ̸̷hel̕͘p͞ t͏̢h̷̀e͟ ͏͟r̴unt̶ ̷́͢o͏̧́f̷ ̴̀th̨̛͢e̛͞͞ ̢l̸͏i͜tteŕ̷̕.̨͝ ͠͏Wh̨͢i̷̢c͏̶͏h ͏͟i̢͞s̡̢̛ ͠͠w͠h̀͡҉a͞҉͢t ỳ̧o̷̡̧u̵ ҉̧a̷͟͏r̸e,̕͞͝ w̕͞h̵́͢i̶c̢͏h̸ ̡̢͠i̧s̸̛͘ ̢w͞h̷̢̀a͟t̢͝ ̕y̛͠o҉͟ų͝ ̡̡̛h̸͜a̷͢v̵e a̷̧̛l̢͡w̷a̡҉̨y͠҉͞s͝ b̵̧ee͘͜n͡͏.͠ ̵͟T͡h̷e͢͡͝y͡ l͘o̡u͘n̸̢ge̡͏ ͠a̶̧̛r̶̶ou̕ǹ̸d̛,̴͢ ̵͠s̨̛̕è̛éin̸̢g̸ ͟͟t̷̷ḩ̀e͏m͏͡s͏͟e̛͢lv͝e̢͢͞s̨̢͠ ̵̕à̶̕s̵̴̛ ͏t҉̷͝ḩ̡̢e͘ ̵̷s̷̡t̴͟r̢̕͢o͞͏͞n͞g̷es͝t.̨.̴́͜. ̴̡u҉͏n̕͠a̷̷̵w̴̕a̶̢r̸͠͠e҉̴ ̢ò͠f̢̢͞ ̶t̵̸̢h̵̡e̴̵ ̶͡҉s̸҉͞t̷̡a̢̕͠g̴n̡á̷͢t̡̀͞i͟͝o̵̡n ̛͝w̷҉́h̀͠i̷͜͞ch̀ ̢th̀e͜y͜͝ ́ha̴͡v̷̶e̴̸͘ ̛͝c̵͝a͡ug͜͞͠ht́ ̷t͟h̴̡́e̛m҉̴s͡e̵l҉v͢eş̸̕ ͟i̶҉̶ń.̧͞ À̡nḑ ͏̵̡ỳ͝ou ͢st̢r͘ug̨͜͠g̛͢l̢e͠.̨̛͡.̢͏.̶̢ ́͜͠an̨͏ḑ ͏̨t͞he͘ ̛o͜ņl̶͠y̛ ́͘o̶͝͏n͢e҉ ̶̀̕i͡ǹ ͝t̵͡h̴͜i̸s̸ ̡̡w͠ò̶̴r͜l̶d̢͡ ͜ẁ̷͜ho͏̷ ̶̡͢c͜á͘͏ŗ͞é̡s ̡̢f̸̡o̢ŕ͠ y̛o͘ú ҉҉ì̶͞s͢͞ ̕à ͝fr̸̵e̴a̧͡k̵ ǫ̀͡f͏ ̴͠n͏̀a̷͡t̷͟u̴r̡e҉͝ ̀t҉h̛á̛t͜͡ ̸͘ş̵h͟oul̡͜͠d̨͢͝n'҉͡t ̷̸ȩv͘e̕͟͡n ̡͜b̡́e̸.͘͠ ̛͜͡Y҉̀o͟͜u̡͝ ̢͘a͡re͟ ̕a̴̡lo̷n͞e̴͏.̨.̸͟͠.̷ ̛͞a͟nd ̕͠y̸o͏̨u̡ ̴͝d̢͢͞eś̨͝er̢ve͘͘ ̛͘t̴̵͢o ͡b͞͠é̸,͏̀͠ ́a͘͡͞nd yo͘u͘͜ ́͝͝k̕n͏́͘o҉͠w҉͝ ̴҉t͏͏h̢at̀͘ ͡d̶̨͞e̛ep̷ ̷͜w͏̢i͘t̷͘h̸͞í̸n̸. ̕͏So̵͢͞ st̕r͘ų̶g͟g̴͜lȩ̵.͡.́͟.̧ ̴͝it ḑo͞͠e͝s̴n҉'̛̀t͢ ̛̕e̷ven̶͝ ̸̧̡r̴̡͏e͟a̸̧l͡l̷y̢ m҉͢at̷te͠ŕ.̡
*Celine Whitewolf : Well if you know my family we are far and apart across many worlds.. I chose to come here and stay.. as they chose to go elsewhere...we fight our own battles..they don't need to come. As for my failed marriage.. I was young and stupid just like many other teens marring young.. my children are where they are safe. Anything else? Perhaps bring some tea if you want to just chit chat..
*The Shadows : T̴h͜ȩ̀ ̨͜e͞l̡e͢m͞͡ęń̶t̡͟ ̷̶o͘͏f̀͜͞ ͠҉s̢̡͟ur̀͘p̷͟ŕ̛̕ìs͠e̴ ̷̡͏i̴s̛ ̨҉l͏̕ośt̵͢.̡͞.̸̡.҉͡ ̕͠Y̶͜ờ҉ù ̷̷͜h҉҉a͞v͢͢e̵͘ ̡̕ù̢͡s̕͢ ̷̶at̡́ ͏a̵̕ ̷͜ḑi̶͜s̨̕͡a͘͟d̡̀v̨a̷n̴t͠a͟gę͏. ͟͝B̵͡u̷t̡̢ ͞͏̸I̴̕ ͏͠d̡̕͢o͢ ̴̕͠ś͢͏è͏n͟s̀e̷ ́͞͠á̵͘ r͏̀é͜s̡͞e̸̛͠nt̷͟͢m̷̢͝ę̴n͡͝t ̛̕y̴͠ơu̕͠ ̀h̛͜a҉v͜e̴͢͟ t̶͠o͞͝w̷ar͟͝ds ́͟ưs҉̢.́͟.̢́͝.̴ ̕͠pe̸͢r̸̡͡h́͠ap̕͝s̨ ̵̛t̛h̸i̡͠s̵̵ ̵̡ẁ̶̸o̢r̷l̡d̶̢ ̸à͡s̵̡̨ ͜w̷e̢͞l͜͠l. ͘̕Ą͟s̷͜ ̡́̀f̀o̸̸͝r҉ ̀͟f̧͠ám̛͢įlý͟҉.̨̡.͏͏.̀ ̛I f̧҉i̡n̢͜d̡ t́͏̧h̸é͏ ͢͢c͟͞͝ò̶n͘c͘͜e̡͘͠pt́̕͢ ͘͜s̶̷͡ǫm͢e͠t̴̡͞h̵iņ͝g̷̕ ̕͜o̧̧͘f ą͡ ̵̡ņ̷͜o̶̧n͡s̴͢͝e̕ņ͡͏s҉̛͜i͟͠c̶͠a̷l̨͢ ̨on̷͟è̴̕.̛͘ ̡H̕͡e̶r̀ę͜ ͟y͟o̢ų̀ ̨arè̴ ̴̕͟o̷n̛͘ t̕͜͞h̨͝į̴͘ś ̷̢wo̷̸͘r̛̕͠l̴d̶́,̨͟ ̀҉t́he̸͜͏ ̶̢ar̵͘c̴̛a͏n͝e̛͝ ̧a͏͡r̕t̛́҉s̕͡ l͢͞ar̛g̵̀͝e̷l̴͢y̧͝ ̨͘͢l҉͟ờst̡͏̵.̢.̸̸͟.̶͘͝ ͠A̸̴n̢҉d ͘͟҉y̸o͘u͜ ̶̡͜ar͘͜҉e ̵҉by ͘y̴ò͠u̸̡r҉s҉e͏l̢f̴.̡ D̛i̵̡͟s̛ca̸͠͡r̸̀ḑ̛͡ed̨̨ à͜͜n̶̡d̡̛ ͢n̡eg̶͟l҉e̸c͘t͞e͝d͡ ̛b̴́y ̛th̕ę̡̀ ̧͢͞one͜͝s̵ ̛҉y͢ǫ͟u͘͜ ̷̛c̡a̶ĺ̴̸l̕͢ f̸a͘҉m̢i͘͝l̕y. ̢҉W̧h̶er̶e d̀ǫ ̧t҉͏h́̕e͢y̷̴̷ ͜͞l̴o̴u̴̷n̴̴g͘͠͠e͜ ҉à̸͢nd̷͟ ̸͞s̶̡͜p͠͠e͘͜n̶̨d̸̀́ ̴͏͜t̸̴h̶e̕ì͜͞r̵͏ ̶̀͜d́͘a̢͝ỳs̕͡,̧̕ ̢̀͘h̶m̢͝?̵̕ ͢Yǫu̢͝ ͡ţ͞hi̢n̷͘ķ̡ ́҉o͝f̛ ̀͝t̸̴h͘͝e͟͜m͝͠ ̵̡͢b͜u҉t ̶d̕͜͞o ̴̧͏t̶h́ȩ̶͞y car̨̕e̕ t̷̴ǫ ͘͟k͠n̡͝o̶̡w͘͘̕ ̧̧҉i̶͘̕f̧̕ ̢ý͢͜o̕u ̕a̸͠r͠ę ́̀de̢a͠d̶ o͟r͢ ̴̴̡a͏̨lì̵ve̶͢?̵̧͠ ́W̵͢h͠e̛re҉ ͢w̡̢e͠r̴̕e̷ ͘t҉h̶̢͏e̢ỳ ̶̷d̷u̸̷̷r҉͟i̴͢͢n͟g̸͢҉ ̀o͏͞u҉r̵͞͠ ̀̕f̡̕ì͘͢r̨s͘t̢ ̴e̛ǹ͟c͠o̵͏ún̡̡t̀͜͞e҉̵r̕̕,̴̵̨ ̛M҉̶s̸͏.̧̛͢ ͟W̧͟h̨i̛҉t̶ę͏wo҉l͞͠f͝?̧́́ ̡͜Y̡͢eş́.̕.̧.͏ ̴ẃ͡e kńo̧̧ẃ̷̧ ͜who҉͞͠ ̸͠y̕͜o̢͞u̷ ̧ą͡r̕͟e.̵ ͠Ý̶o͝u͠ ̡ş͏̷e҉̢͞e̵̢̕.̕͢͡.̷̡.̴ wh̨҉e҉n҉év̛͘͠e͟͢͠r̕͘ ́̀w͢e͠ fe̸͟e̡͟͏d̡̧, ṕ̕i̢ec̛̕e̢s̛ ̶͜o̸f̕҉ m͟e͏̶m̸̧ór̀̀y̸͜ a͝ŕ͘ȩ..̡.̢ ̴̢t̴͟a͡k͡ę́ņ̢ ̴b͜y̛͏ ̢̛̛u͞҉s̕͝.̸̢́ ̵̧A͝d͏d̴̡s̕͟͠ ̨҉t́͘͘o ̧͟t͜he̴̕͝ ̨͢f̶la͢vo͡r ̕o̴͠f҉ ̸̀m̡̀͜i̶̕͟s̵e͢͜r҉̵y͟҉,͏̀͟ ýo̷̷ú̀ ͘s͘͞e͜҉͡e̶.̸ ̧W̨̨e ̢́̕k̛͠ń͟ow͘͜͡ ̷͝o͡f͏ ͟y̶͘ò̴ur ̡҉̴f̴̕a̵͡ile̶͟͝d̡̀ ̷̡m̴̧a̸̧ŕ̵̢r͞į̧͡a̧ge̴͟͞...́ ͠ẁe͘͏ ̴̛k̷͜n̵o͠w̧͜ ҉̀͜o̕͞f ̷ỳ͘ó͠u͡͠r ̵̢e̴͟͠s̢tr̛a͘ng̷̡̀ę̵́d̀͘ ̴́͝ch̡͠i̵l̡̛͡dr̨̡҉ę͞n.̷̨́.̶͠͠ ̸̸͢O̕͜͟r͏͏͟ b͟it̢̀s̸͠ a҉ńd͏ ͏p͡͝iec̴e̶͢s̴̨ ͏r̷̵͞a̡̛ţ̛hȩ͘̕r͢.͢
*Celine Whitewolf : *Eyes watch the other forms come into view* Seriously inviting the entire scooby gang now.. bit unfair odds.. *Unzips her jacket and slides her backpack off and lays it down with her jacket on top. Positioning her phone so it would still play on her home message machine. * So much for a nice day in the park, her eyes shifting to red, and in the shadows something began to ripple out into her hand, right now it was her scythe and she pulled it into two parts one in each hand. The smile on her face widened, perhaps anxious for such a fight, it was her primal side , the black wolf that she called forth inside her* Well we dancing or what.. you know it's rude to keep a girl waiting* Eyes glancing to the others waiting for one of them to make a move*
*The Shadows : [The Hat Man grinned, his face seemingly stretching out as he formed the facial gesture though his smile was anything but benign and naturally looking. His teeth were blackened, due to him being a creature of umbral origin and they appeared to be slicked, covered over with a film like substance which appeared like oil though it was anything but— of course, this could just be cosmetic and an attempt to instill a creeping feeling into Celine. And then she had mentioned family. A concept which he was familiar with though he had no real need for anything of such, considering what he had instead which was more akin to a cult following or something which could be considered nothing more than just a group of hungry parasitic shadows. The Hat Man tilted his head as he had recalled somethings regarding Celine, things which the Long Legs and the Corner Head shadow creatures had relayed to him when they had drained her of whatever negative emotions which she had. She once had a husband, who was seemingly abusive to her and she had several children— and yet none of them were here. She was alone in this world, and where was her family to come to her defense? Nowhere in sight. His glowing red eyes shimmered with such anxiousness to do something, but the element of surprise was actually… harder to achieve when someone knew that he was there, and of course harder when they had encountered him and knew what to expect. But she didn’t know what else he could do. Very few people did. And suddenly, four more three more wisps of shadows had gathered— one assuming the form of a small child, maybe no taller than a child of four to five years of age and it appeared to be something of a neutral appearance in gender. Whether it was meant to be a boy or a girl… was ambiguous as the shadow which it was composed of made it difficult for anyone to distinguish. However, behind Celine would a taller shadow forming, standing to maybe eight to ten feet in height and it had loomed over her in a hunched position, with a set of eight glowing white eyes… which were running down it’s face, and it had an upside down grimace, forming an unnatural smile if it could even be called that. And then there was another taller shadow, this one appearing to look like an elderly man but it’s head was misshapen, like an upside down triangle with matted hair coming from the sides. All of them were transparent, much like the Hat Man himself. The Child. The Long Legs. And the Corner Head. All these shadows had appeared, just watching Celine intently as the Hat Man chuckled. He then looked to the others, and motioned his right hand out— gesturing for them to keep their distance. She had killed one of them, the Hooded Monk Shadow, and he hadn’t forgotten that]
*Celine Whitewolf : I suggest you learn a bit more of people to understand them. I am displeased because i was hoping to have a bit of a fun few days in the park. Now you show up which normally leads to you or something attacking, me fighting back, you leaving, me pissed off over the whole ordeal. As for this place I don't hate it, I do enjoy the scenery change and as for coming and going I tend to do that alot.. I have a very big family.
*The Shadows : Íf į͝t̴̢̕ ̴̀i͝s͢͏n͡'̶t ̴t̶̴h͡e҉ w̶͠om҉a͟͠n͢ ̸͞wh̨͜o ̢pla̵̵y̵s ͝a̸t̸͠ ̴b͘͝e̵̶i̧͝ņ͘g ̀a̶̶n ̸͜a̷ni̷͟͏m҉a̷̷̡l͘͜͠,͏ ͠͏ǫ̢͏r ̕͜͡i͝s̸̡̕ ̶͘t҉h̀ȩ̛ ͜an͜i̶͜͞m̨͏al̡͝ ̷w̢͢h̢̧o͝͡ ̵̸́p̧̛l̷͜a̷͘y̛͟s̡ ͘͠a̷̡͝t͏̡ ́̀͢b̵͘͟e͠i̸̛̕n̡҉̨g̛ ͘҉̢a͝ ̀͡w҉ò͜m͠a̷͡n̶?͡҉̶ ̵Yo̴u̶ se̢̢e̴͏ḿ̷ q̀ui͞t̀͘e̵̛͝ ̷͞͠d̡i͢s̢̕p̴̸l̡̨͡ea͝s̶̢͡e̶̡̛d̴ ̷̴͠to ̨͝͞s̷̢ęe̶͠ ̶͏m̕͜͟e͟.̴ ҉G̴͜ơ͡o҉̶d̀͘.̴.̕.̢̛ ̡̀I ̴҉ca̵̡n̶ w͜ò͝r͘҉k ͞͝ẁ͘i̢th tha̧t͡.́͟͝ ̴͡҉Y̵o͟͢u ̷҉h͠a͏ve ́҉b̵ee̴̛n̷͞ ̛͘̕g̶̕ò͡͞nę͞ ͢҉f̨o̷̵r̴ ͟ą͘͢ ̛w̷h͟il̷̸͢e͘,̸͝ ́p͢è͞ŕ͘h̛a̧p̀s͝ ҉҉y̸o̶̸u̷̷̸r̸̛͞ ͟r͝e̵s̢e͟͠n̸t̸̡̕m͞e҉n̴͟t̷̨̨ ̷͞f̵̶͢o̧͜r ͏t̛͘͟h̴̢i͜͞s ̡̕҉p͘͡l̵̵͟a̢͡će ̵̵h̴̡͞a͘s͏̡͝ ́c͟a͘u̶̶s̨ed͏̴͢ ͠y͝o̴̡u͜͝ ͜t̨ò̕͏ ̡f̵̶ļ̷è̸́é͏.̸͟ ҉̵̛Yo̵̧u͏͟ ͞d̡͟o̶͝ ̴͟h̕a͜tȩ͏ t̶̕h̷̶i̛s̛͢͠ ҉̢p̡̨l͘͏͜a͘͡cé,̧͜ ḑo̢͠͠n'͏t̀͡ ̧҉̶y̛͏͢o̡͢u? So͘͜ w̨h̢͢y͟͝ ͡d̷͢͟o ̢͜͡ý̴o̴̢̕u ́́e̷͏v́͢eņ̴̢ ͜c̀ǫmè͜͝ ̛͟b̛͡a͘҉c͏k͞ ͘òr̡̨ ͜s̡̛t͏a͏y̧͡͠?̕
*Celine Whitewolf : *It was that nagging sensation that one was being watched that first caused her unease, it may have been nothing more then another walker along one of the paths so she dismissed it for now. However she stayed alert pausing a moment she saw something but turning to look she didn't see anything and snorted at her paranoia. She was at a park it was probably a bird or squirrel moving about. Shoving her hands in her jacket pocket she kept moving and then that is when she felt something touch against her face. Spinning around her eyes narrowed at the shadowy figure and she sighed as she really wanted to just enjoy the night into tomorrow with it being a full moon. It was a special one to her and she felt more aligned and stronger as it got closer so she expected to run. Fingers running over her phone she didn't have to many numbers in it, hell she had two and one wasn't even on this plain of exhistence right now. The other was her own home phone, she let it goto voicemail and kept it on speaker in her jacket pocket. * You guys must have been bored to come look for me.. you seem amused holidays good to you? I'm sure was a buffet with how depression hits so many people *The negative aura he thought he saw was perhaps misunderstood, it was her primal side, dancing along the shadows of her soul at the heighten of the moon*
*The Shadows : [The New Year had come and already there might be something going on— but then again that was what the people were saying about every other year which had come before, that there was supposed to be some kind of awakening and it had never really come. So far, all that had come was nothing more than political turmoil and more blight upon the city of Philadelphia. And this meant that there was more to feed from for the beings which had dwelled within the shadows, some more literal than others. And they were looking for someone— someone who had rather upset them with the loss of one of their own but if anything else, they didn’t seem to be making an effort to hide. Why would they be anyway? The weather was of course relatively sunny, and it would indeed be quite a lot harder to hide within considering the fact that there was very little shadows provided, unless of course one could consider one cast by a tree or a building of any real cover. But why even hide anymore as well? There would be movement coming from the corner of Celine’s sight, and by the time she would look or turn— whatever had made that movement would be gone. And then from behind her, a transparent black hand would come and gently stroke her face— though it’s hand would simply phase through it of course. And the moment she would turn around, there he was—standing there tall and strong, and of course his eyes were glowing red but if anything else he seemed to be wearing the familiar hat, the trench coat with the white business shirt underneath and the pair of business pants, along with some formal attire shoes as well, as he seemed to be dressed to impress or rather dressed for work. But he seemed to be quite transparent, though this was not from a lack of feeding but rather instead an effect of the natural sunlight. He would appear as he actually is— a shadow and nothing more. The Hat Man grinned and he chuckled out in amusement. She seemed to be emitting some kind of… negative aura about herself. Resentment for this world perhaps? He was genuinely quite curious about her demeanor now]
*Celine Whitewolf : *Moving along fairmount park was Celine with a backpack of supplies on her back for food, a few bottles of water, and some bandages. Her eyes where grey with a red ring about them if one focused upon them. As she walked she glanced to those others that where about hiking. Her attire was that of thermal leggins, tennis shoes, a tank top underneath a thermal jacket to help keep the chill off her skin. Her silver hair braided down her back out of her face, and her hoodie pulled up. Taking a deep breath she enjoyed the cold winter air, the smell of the trees, and nature. The city wasn't to bad but often smelled like some porty potty in places as well as too crowded. *
*Celine Whitewolf : *Grins and looks to him and shakes her head* I don't have jingle all the way.. but i'm sure i can order it or see if the family has it. So for what we do tonight.. i guess we can do something we havn't done in awhile. *Hops to her feet and grins, her tail wagging a bit uncontrollably*
*Giger Van Gogh : Well, who says we need to watch TV anyway when we can... I dunno... Maybe do something else? Something we haven't done in a while? I mean... I could keep warm with your body heat. You definitely produce more than I do, wolfie. But we could watch a movie... You got Jingle All The Way featuring Ah-nuld? That's my favorite Christmas movie.
*Celine Whitewolf : Don't know.. I hardly watch tv.. i mostly just listen to the radio to be honest.. i got some movies.. so whatever.. figure you could use some downtime after the mental rollacoster
*Giger Van Gogh : Seriously? Watching TV now ? I... I don't even really know what's on television anymore since I've been spending most of my time out there looking for whatever is causing trouble. Human or otherwise... To be honest, it feels like it's been years since I've sat down and watched anything on the tube. Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network still show good stuff? Aside from Spongebob, I mean.
*Celine Whitewolf : *Smiles and was glad he was eating something healthy.. she would hate for something bad to ever happen to him and she often was plagued by nightmares of such. It often led her down the path of what to do if something did, she had ideas and she knew ways to help but even then she didn't want to overstep her boundries. Moving to the sofa she flopped down and curled her feet up under her as she leaned against the arm and held up the remote for him so he can pick something for them to watch. In all honesty she didn't care she often watched what her siblings or kids watched to the point she liked nearly anything and everything* *
*Celine Whitewolf : Yea.. i prefer meat and veggies.. so there is a fresh tray of veggies and a meat and cheese dish on the second shelf.. um there also is some fresh kale chips i made this morning still on the tray in the oven.. so help yourself to whatever
*Giger Van Gogh : That's right, you wanted to be a doctor or something... Good to hear that's kind of working well for you. I'm just trying to figure out what I've been wanting to eat... Everything out there is loaded with sugar cause of the holiday. I'm getting sick of chocolate and cookies. Taste good but it's kind of defeating the purpose of my training. Raph and Leo would floor my ass for slacking off in the diet department. Sure, I can burn it off but... eat more than you burn, it defeats the work. Was thinking of bumping my training days from three to four days.
*Celine Whitewolf : You know there plenty of food here.. i was still here the past two months.. just mostly at the library or school studing.. I passed all my exams and got accepted if I wanted to continue into med school.
*Giger Van Gogh : [Giger just nodded his head as he listened to what she was saying— so it was essentially primal versus domesticated in a sense. Or perhaps it was Wild versus Feral. The black masked ninja didn’t really understand too much what she was saying from an emotional standpoint as he was in a sense too close to being human in terms of self-control but there were always animal instincts which he had which were a bit hard to ignore such as a need to be around water from time to time or maybe even bask out in the sun so that his shell would be able to absorb as much sunlight as he possibly could, keeping it healthy and hard otherwise it would become unhealthy and weakened. However, that was hard to do in the winter but there were ways to get what he needed as a reptile. The black masked ninja then had raised his brows when she had mentioned the word “munchies” and that was something which he could definitely go for. During the holidays, everything was practically coated in sugar and it was hard to get away from things like candy and cookies. So the Turtle might have picked up some two pounds but come this January, he was planning on burning those two pounds off through intense physical exercise and a return to a strictly ninja diet. That meant eating nothing but wheats, oats and maybe the occasional nuts— and perhaps plenty of Hyorangan, otherwise known as ninja food pellets, which helped stave off hunger and kept a ninja going on their mission. Still, something like a snack right now wouldn’t hurt. He stepped over to where the kitchen had happened to be, and upon reaching the area, he moved to the refrigerator and then moved his arms out to grab a hold of the door handles. He pulled them open, and Giger was met with a brief breeze of cold air. He was mildly curious to see if Celine had at least stocked up on food while she was away from him. If she didn’t, well… he didn’t mind fasting. He had been planning on doing some intermittent fasting anyway. He had noticed that there was plenty of drinks… Mostly sparkling water, some soda here and there… That was always good to have]


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