The Many Sides Of People

[Falhado]

((This is a storyline to help develop one of my characters that has made an appearance in Blackstar Warp Exploratory Corps created by GBE. I do not know where this storyline will proceed, or how it will develop in terms of events.
If others should wish to join in this roleplay, I will not take offence. But please be aware that this will take place approximately twelve years before Corporate Developments 1.

Sephirophsicase will be helping in the development of this character. I extend my gratitude towards him for agreeing to help me create a storyline for this character, and taking the time out to do so.))

A young girl, fourteen years old, looking about sixteen naturally is running down a street. The streetlamps are on, spread at an even distance from each other, providing a small amount of light in their range. The stars in the night sky twinkle, almost as if they know something. Somewhere behind the girl, footsteps can be heard chasing after her. In the distance stand two figures, one of which looking impatient as his foot periodically taps the ground.

The girl, dressed in a knee-length skirt, grey in colouration, with a yellow blouse and grey school-jacket baring an emblem of a school in the local district looks slightly dishevelled, her blouse partially untucked, and her jacket with one or two mud stains adorning the sleeves and back. Her brown hair is tied back into a single pig-tail and her light hazel eyes keep looking behind as she turns her head.

As she nears the two figures, one of them, a man with a somewhat gruff voice, "You're late! Where have you been?!"

The person next to him speaks up, this time female, "If you've been playing with those girls again, you'll be getting no supper! So help me God, if you've been around those boys, you'll get nothing for a week!"

She stops, literally metres from them, out of breath, slightly bent over, trying to catch her breath. One hand on her hip, her other arm is held firmly against her stomach, as if trying to hold her air in. Her head tilts upwards slightly, as she sees the man make a move towards her. In one hand is an umbrella, in the other is a book of some sort. Her eyes widen slightly out of panic. Fortunately, he stops as two bright lights brighten up the dark road positioned between two of the street lamps.

The woman holds out an arm to signal down the bus that comes into view as it passes between the street lamps. The man begins to turn around to walk back to the lady, "Well. Come on then. Or we'll be late. And we do not want to be late do we?"

[Sephirothsicase]

(( No problems Father. Happy to be of service. I shall write this as a story. ))

Seph was sitting alone ontop an abandoned house. It was going to be demolished to make way for an office block... or something like that. He didnt really care.

The people around here seemed to take pity on children, it seemed that they were deemed "Innocent." So naturally, Seph had taken the shape of a small boy with spiky black hair down to his shoulders. His height was about 140cm's. His black suit seemed to act as an invisible sheet, the only thing that could be vaquely seen was the white shirt and crimson tie.

He was minding his own buisness before he heard footsteps, they were heavy and quick. Someone was running. He looked over the railing to see a girl. He didnt know if she is what these humans would call "Pretty." She was a bit too colourfull for his liking. He took a small black tin from his pocket and plucked a thin, brown cigar from it. He placed it between his lips and lit the end, taking a long breath from it before puffing it out slowly.

She saw the expression of the girl, she had run ragged for these people, which suggested that either she loved them very much, or they would inflict pain on her later for being late. As the woman flagged down a bus, Seph flipped over the railing, landing with a small splash from the gutter directly on the other side of the bus from where they were. He rapped on another door before walking on and flipped a gold coin into the drivers lap. He didnt note if it was a male or female, but he did know that it shot Seph a nasty look. Probably the cigar. He shrugged it off and sat down on a bench, looking off into the darkness. He could see his own luminious red eyes reflecting from the glass.

He waited for them to board, he had taken an interest in this girl...

[Falhado]

The lady gets onto the bus first and looks at the child, her thoughts ranging from his rudeness to the fact he appears to be unruly smoking how he is. The driver as about to object to the gold coin, and then saw that it would be worth more than he could possibly earn this year. Pocketing it, and smiling at the lady, he nods her onto the bus, and she finds a seat, not having paid for some particular reason.

She's closely followed by the man who also doesn't pay when he climbs onto the bus. Looking at Sephirophsicase, he gives him a look of displeasure, his thoughts ranging from the rudeness, to wondering just who he is. Sitting down on a seat behind the lady, he places the book on the inside part of the seat, with himself sat closest to the aisle.

The girl seems to pause for a short while, although her body language would have given this perception, when in reality, she had only paused for a few seconds before climbing onto the bus. The driver stares at her, his eyes narrowed. Several thoughts danced upon his mind, all of which not of a pleasant nature in either opinion or imagination.

Trying to avoid his stare, she sits at the back of the bus, her held down slightly, as if she were trying to summon bravity, or hiding some kind of shame. She tidies herself, tucking in her blouse properly, straightening her jacket and tidying her hair. After a few minutes of rubbing, her clothing is mudfree and presentable, the mud thankfully being quite dry. It appeared that the girl was worried about her appearance as well as their destination.

The bus journies on for about twenty minutes, deathly silence resonating throughout the bus all this time, breath being mostly held, or kept silent, if anyone was breathing at all. The evening sky made the journey seem even more eerily than it would normally be. No other traffic appeared to be on the roads at this time for one reason or another, the lights seemingly favouring the bus as it's headlights lit up the road ahead.

Finally reaching the destination, out of the town now, in what appeared to be almost the middle of nowhere, the lights of the city still visible from this distance. The building they'd arrived at to the outsider, appears to be run-down and decreped, the only signs of life being the many cars and vehicles parked outside on the grass. There were lights on shining around closed curtains in the building.

The driver opens the doors and turns to look at the four, waiting for them to get off. He couldn't help thinking that the male child had never been here before, but he didn't say a single word to any of his passengers. The man gets up first and begins to make his way off the bus, while the lady tries to arrange herself and appear composed, her plump form making her look huffy, and red-cheeked.

[Sephirothsicase]

Seph gave a rather cheeky wink at the woman when she looked at him, he turned around from the window, and started at them both for a moment, his glowing red eyes peircing the darkness in two.

He looked at the girl, she amused him. If she was going where he thought, she might to be a little less concerned about her looks...

He puffed out a small plume of smoke, it floated down the carriage towards them. The cigar masked his fangs, it wouldnt do very good for them to see them, they might flee. And, like he said, he had taken an interesting in this girl.

He went out with the three people, before stopping and pretending to light a cigar, buying some time for himself so he could follow them later. It worked, so as he puffed out a large cloud of chocolate smelling smoke, he began walking behind them. Using a sort of power that he had to make himself invisible, he would be something you saw out of the corner of your eye, not exactly invisible... but unseen all the most.

[Falhado]

The girl had given Sephiroth a strange look as she'd climbed down of the bus. She didn't recognize him, and prayed for her life that the two people she'd come with didn't think that he was with her. Trying to separate herself as far from him as possible, shed made sure to keep ahead of the two adults as they approached the somewhat run down building. As they got nearer, a small cue could be seen outside a small door.

To the left of the door stands a small gathering of people, quietly talking about something that appeared to be fairly important. One of them is wearing quite an expensive business suit, one appears to be a police officer, wearing the markings of some one in high authority. The rest appeared to be wearing average clothing, one or two wearing large boots covered in mud.

To the right of the door stood a table with a few leaflets held down by paperweights in the form of rocks. These were fairly old and out of fashion with the style of printing on them. They were used to promote a small charity rally with a few events and prizes to be won. One of the queuers picks one up, making sure to replace the rock, and folds up the leaflet, placing it inside of his coat into one of his chest pockets.

Standing just inside the door is a man welcoming the people into the building, with a somewhat devious grin on his face. Each of the queuers were showing him something before being given admitance to the building. They were all turning left once they'd reached inside of the door, the rest of the view obscured by a large old and tattered curtain. By the time the man and the woman had reached the door, everyone had stopped talking to look at the girl, staring intently.

Once she'd entered, she was pulled by an unseen arm to the right, whilst the man and the woman went to the left without a second look. The girl had glimpsed outside as she was pulled away, her face a picture of discomfort and sadness. The man and the woman, once rounding the curtain make their way straight ahead, to go through another door, covered by a curtain walking into an auditorium of somesort.

This auditorium had three levels, the uppermost being a balcony circling round, much to the deceptiveness of the outside appearance. Below that was another circling balcony, in which the centre of is a small island on which the man and the woman now stood, smiling and waving to the people calling to them and shouting various things in a coded language. Below them, a pit of some kind with only one entrance to it, that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in many a year, with small scraps of paper and dirt covering the floor, an occasional tissue dotted about the ground.

[Sephirothsicase]

Seph frowned. He had noticed the girls looks, either this was a brothel, or a fighting arena, or something else rather nasty. He didnt exactly know.

He pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out his mobile, it was a thin flip-phone with the emblem of a cross decorated with black velvet and red jewels. He flipped it open and selected "Record." from the tools menu. He then plopped it back into his pocket, so he could try and work out what they were saying later.

He walked towards the table, and picked up a few leaflets before pocketing them, he would look at them later, he still had no real idea on what was going on at the moment.

He approached the main door, he had seen the girl yanked to the right and through curtain, this was bed. He quickly shoved past through most of the people, with some complaints following him, untill he got to the gaurd at the door. The gaurd made as it to stand infront of him, but Seph looked directly at the mans eyes and snapped his fingers once. The man immediatly let him through with no questions asked, but some people asked questions from the que.

He immediatly turned right, and followed the girl. He wondered if she was going to be raped or something. If so, blood would be spilled, she is far too young to be put into the real world.

He followed behind her at a slow pace, his sunglasses back on, hiding the glow from his eyes, he stayed back in the shadows. He would only be seen if someone stared at him for a good moment while he was moving.

[Falhado]

The girl is promptly pushed through a doorway. The door is closed behind her as several bolts and latches are brought down and locked. A curtain is draped over the door, and a man sits down in front of it and begins to chant. One by one the other people outside the door, three large men, and one draped by a yellow robe begin to join in the chanting. Soon, the entire building reverberates with the chanting as everyone joins in. It comes across as a blend of known languages including Gaelic and Latin.

The girl inside the room stands there, not willing to move towards the man who gestures for her to step forth. A woman behind her pushes her stumbling forwards. She tries to turn and run, but the man easily pulls her back, even with her kicking and biting, screaming as much as she possibly could. He forces one of her hands into a leather strap and tightens it. Just as easily, he does the same to her other hand.

She struggles with all her might, but the woman steps forwards and holds her head as still as she possibly could. The man picks up a device, a tattoo device and switches it on. Stepping in front of the girl, he gently moves her fringe out of the way and begins making the tattoo, chanting something different to the rest, smiling all the time.

Outside of the door, the robed man looks at Sephirothsicase. His looks show his thoughts, a lack of recognition, a confusion as to why he has entered these grounds, and just how to make sure he hasn't seen anything that he shouldn't. Raising a hand and pointing at him, he stops chanting and bellows "YOU! Tresspasser of lands of righteousnous. Name yourself!" He doesn't move from where he stands, although a green flicker across his eyes breifly lights up the 'childs' clothing.

[Sephirothsicase]

Seph froze, before grinning and raising his hands in a surrender motion.

He flicked his wrists, activating the little device attached to his arm which meant he could grab a weapon from his jacket by yanking on a string attached to his wrist.

He walked forwards towards the man, waiting till he got close. That was the plan, untill he heard the girl scream and his face turned white.

He pulled the string, which immediatly brings two large, 12 inch jagged knife to his grip. He twists the hilt and it begins to glow and heats up instantly. He throws them both side-ways, towards the big men standing either side of the man he thought was a "Priest", pinning them to the wall instantly as it peirces their necks and slams into the wall, heating it up and molding itself into it.

He raised his foot before the robed man had time to react and brought it down upon his right kneecap, shattering it instantly. He slammed his hand over the mans mouth as he hit the ground so he could not scream or call for help, with his other hand he took a hook from his jacket, one of the razor shap, large meat-hooks that cow meat is hung on and holds it to the mans throat, he drags it along his neck, just peircing the skin as if to bleed and to wound, but not to kill.

"Tell me.." He said in an almost whisper, full of venom. Revealing his fangs to the preist. "What is going on behind that door...? And how will I get in..?" He grins at the men, showing a row of sharp teeth.

"And if you want to live... You will not scream of call for help... understand?"

He took his hand away from the mans mouth, and winked at him once.

[Falhado]

((My word! You certainly do not take any prisoners or hold back do you? That was certainly suprising. An aggressive character you have there, and in the form of a child. It would most certainly give one a fright if one were to come across it in real life. Thankfully this isn't so. You are certainly allowing me to search my mind for creative imaginations.))

The robed man begins to chuckle in the childs face, "Wha-what are you? Some unholy demon come to collect a bounty that does not belong to you. Ahahahahahaha! You should be careful what you let yourself in for. If you cry, the world will ignore you. But if you laugh the world will laugh with you! Ahahahahahahahah!"

His eyes flicker a green colour as he continues to laugh like a maniac. One hand slams onto the ground supporting his body weight which begins to become heavier. His other arm slams into the ground as both arms ripple with new muscles forming on top of others until his arms become not unlike tree trunks. His skin rips off, revealing a thin layer of blood before yellow skin errupts forth, scaly and toughened. His mouth opens wider than it should as a new head emerges from beneath the skin.

His eyes larger than they were previously have a constant green shine to them casting a strange haze into the room. His back arches as the clothing and skin continue to rip apart, revealing more to the large, yellow scaled creature. Now bigger than Sephirothsicase kneeling, he pulls himself to full height, his kneecap cracking and snapping as it repairs through the transformation. He places a clawed hand around the childs neck as he stands to his full height, almost hitting the ceiling above him.

He opens his mouth, showing his sharp row of teeth, at a daggers length, and as sharp as sharks. The creature has a tattoo on its chest, somehow having remained on his scales as he transformed. "No other demons were scheduled for arrival! There are no more for you. Who ever sent you shall remain disappointed when you do not return. It will not matter how loud you scream, none shall come to your rescue."

Behind him, the two dead men jerk about as blood continues to pour from their necks. Raising hands they touch the daggers and gurgle in pain as the heat sears through their hands. The heat eventually causes their clothing and thusly themselves to begin to burn, covered in flames. "Entering that door would seal your fate demon child. Who has sent you, tell me. The others will not be pleased."

Behind the door, two lines have been tattooed across her forehead, with a space in between large enough for a small series of symbols. Tears stream down her face, knowing she has no chance of escape from her two captors. The woman continues to smile at her, all the while squeezing her cheeks in a manner that makes it impossible for the girl to form a coherent sound.

Back in the auditorium, the man and the woman have removed their clothing, standing there naked. Their clothing and accessories are taken away by another person, a woman. They look down into the pit as a white glow begins to emerge from the bottom. Someone is pushed from a cage into the centre of the pit, covered in tattooes shaded in red. He looks around fearfully. He is no more than twelve years old and is stood there naked. The chanting gets louder and louder.

He runs to the wall, trying to climb, scratch, pound and anything he can to get out. The man and the woman point at him, and he begins to move as if possessed. He walks to the centre and lays down, his tattooes glowing a dark red. His eyes wide with fear, his mouth agape. The white glow becomes brighter, and suddenly the boy releases an almight scream as several hands rupture through his body in places one would cringe. The hands reach over him and lay on the ground as if trying to pull themselves up.

Not yet strong enough, they all grab the boy, and pull him almost inside of himself, still spasming around unpleasantly as he disappears in a splatter of blood, into the white glow. The hands have gone, and only a partial glow remains, the chanting continues.

[Sephirothsicase]

(( Well thank you Father. You would not like to see him even more after a while. I have a trick up my sleeve. ))

Seph grinned. And laughed as the hand gripped him by the neck. He had no need to breath.

"I cannt tell you who sent me... Because nobody sent me... I have come for that girl, and you will die a horrible death if you stop me..."

Seph flicked out another knife and placed it on the wrist that had grabbed him, thats where all the major veins were. He took the jagged end, and ripped it across his wrist quickly.

[Falhado]

The wrist of the man bleeds only partially as the wound heals over itself afterwards. The blood seeps back into the skin as it heals, leaving no trace of a scar. "If nobody sent you, then nobody will miss you! You can join the others. They will enjoy your company, strange child." He winks at the child, the green glow disappearing for duration of the wink. Tightening his grip around the childs throat, with his free hand, he attempts to disarm the child.

The tattoo's are continued on the girls forehead. The lettering now almost complete. As they are finished, they glow once, a green glow, as do her eyes, but only briefly. Whatever has taken place has sealed the childs fate. The woman lets go of the girls face and takes hold of her chin, tilting her face upwards. Staring into her eyes, "It shall be great. All will envy. You will not be wasted pointlessly. Accept your fate and embrace it."

The girl still crying mumbles out the word "No" quietly and weakly. The man removes the chains fromthe wooden construct and takes hold of them tightly as he tugs the girl to her feet. He drags her towards a door, finding no resistance from the girl. As he opens the door, the chanting becomes louder.

Another child is pushed into the pit, the doors again closing behind him. He runs back to the cage bars and tries to reach in. In the room, some were able to hear the thud of his arms being broken. Falling backwards to the centre of the pit, the glow quicly rises up again around him, the hands rupturing through his tattooed body. This time more powerful, the making of a head could be seen trying to push through the boys ribs, however, not quite powerful enough, only his ribs snapped and pushed through the skin.

The boy is pulled into himself much like the previous boy, amidst blood splatter and screams. The white glow remains this time, remaining bright enough to illuminate the very top of the building. The man and the woman stand there smiling as they continue chanting. It is almost time...

[Sephirothsicase]

"Oh screw this...."

Seph grunted slightly as the man tightened his grip. He was beggining to hurt him. As the man winked, Seph began to get slightly annoyed.

"No... I think that people will not miss me, no. But I dont plan on joining these others that you speak about..."

He pushed his hands into his jacket, and pulled out a pair of large pistols. Each almost exactly alike apart from one was black and one was silver. The barrel on the black gun was longer and larger. He knew that these were loaded because he did that before he left. The safety was also off.

"High explosive. These things will take out your brain, head and maybe a bit of your torso. Let me go. Now."