Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

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Post by Azra » Tue Jul 24, 2018 2:01 am

"Oh well that's not totally foreboding have a good day." Azra remarked with a play of sarcasm but a genuine good bye. She hoped that the eighteen year old's sarcastic touch would help mask the more truthful reaction. A bunch of what looked like cheap coffins being moved to someone's place and in large number. Such an activity taking place in a town that seemed to be venturing toward being a ghost town. To Alezra that sounded like the kind of fantastic tales of a city wide take over by a vampire. The various books she'd loved as a little girl used to sound fantastic but the more one looked outside the larger the overlap had been. Theories were just that however she would need something more concrete to go on, but that was given to. The wifi was free, even if the phones didn't know what time it was.

This was great for entertainment purposes of course, after the like two hours of silence she wanted music. And she could listen to such with swimming simplicity. The world around her swimming in guitar riffs and violins was delightful, and to her fit the setting. As ominous and barren as the town came off as it fit well into her ashen hair and love for the creepy asthetics. The most exciting places were either vibrant or drab the ghost had concluded. Foot tapping and head banging aside however there was a more important clue to focus on.

Wifi that is free was usually bad the more it was provided to. She remembered when she hung out with her aunt in NYC for a time when moving. They were told of the free internet and tried to use it, and the Netflix video after buffering through a whole round of uno, had loaded like five minutes. The wifi here was great, but it being for the entire city and free that was something nefarious afoot. Awesome granted and something Azra was glad to use, but obviously also an omen, why it was done however remained hard to say. Maybe it was apart of the corporate leeches trying to turn this city into the indoctrinated servitude of suits. One thing was aparent however the data signal on her phone got clearer as she moved toward a large house.

Eventually her walk intersected with a rainbow trail and she could see two people walking. They also seemed not from here, a positive sign. "You wouldn't have happened to come through a weird time wall to investigate what seems to be pointing towards the spooky house right?" The yell coming from behind them as the ashen haired huntress tried to close the distance between them in a light sprint.
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Re: Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

Post by retrorocet » Tue Jul 24, 2018 4:00 am

Rebecca looked at the rainbow road and thought about a video game she used to play as a kid. " yeah. Let's get moving." She said to Concord. Rebecca was just happy to get away from the people on spikes. And walk quickly down the road. After a couple of minutes. Rebecca hears someone calling out to her and her companion. Remembering the skateboard in her hands. Rebecca drops the board and then jumps on it. She never skateboarded before, but her powers made it easy.

Rebecca slowly circled Azra as the two got near each other. " yeah. You too? Seeing that we are all going to the same place, why don't I just give the two of you a ride there. It would be faster." Rebeca said with her signature smile.

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Re: Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

Post by Concord » Wed Jul 25, 2018 9:35 am

Turning his head in response to the voice he spotted the white-haired woman. So the band grew. He nodded his head to her question on them being outsiders, which in turn caused him to assume she was as well. Something that was started to hit more and more at the possibility that those who were originally from the town were MIA. A concerning prospect, but one he would have to push aside as the current lead occupied his mind.

"Yeah, we'd thought we'd check it out. All I've seen so far is a deserted tome someone forced there way out of, hoping this trail leads to some answers and not more questions."

As she approached he'd extend a hand much as he did to the still undubbed woman he'd partnered with. "Concord, I'm with the Feds."

While he introduced himself he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the skateboard. He knew walking would take a while, but he wasn't sure if a skateboard was the proper vehicle for the situation. "You sure we can all fit on that?"

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Re: Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

Post by Azra » Thu Jul 26, 2018 2:48 am

God damn it all to fucking hell was Azra's first thought as an introduction was made. The one who looked the most professional of the trio was also corporate. Beneath that costume was probably a decent physique it may has we'll have been a business suit. He'd probably tell them to be registered next time he saw them. Today they were on the same side, tomorrow though she imagined it'd be handcuffs as a red x visor looked her in the eyes. The crime of having powers and wanting to be in a free world would be her charge. At least she wasn't known so an alias would do, just the odd names of the trade. "Uh call me Ghost."

Yellow eyes looked to the rather energetic woman circling her. Though Azra wasn't going to spin around to maintain eye contact, that's have been weird. "Hate to be the one that has to tell you, but that's a one person ride. Isn't that bad of a walk though." Turning music down she pocketed her phone and continued to press forward. "I met people loading up coffins for someone. Sounded like some serial killer shit but they seemed to just be men doing their job I didn't want to pry." Could be zombies or puppets of a mind or who knew what else. They were seemingly just people though no need to bother them to extensively. "They also said however wifi is free. You don't give free wifi to the whole city in my opinion without there being a catch."

When they got closer to the house the ghost would keep her left hand resting on the pummel of her sword in case it needed to be drawn. Her free hand would look to go get the door however for the others. It was more polite to knock but it sounded like people were talking and busy. Given the haunted vibes of the place it seemed more stupid to knock on the door and announce presence to her than to invite ones self in.

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Re: Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

Post by retrorocet » Thu Jul 26, 2018 4:14 am

"I wasn't suggesting we all cram on the board. I'm not dumb. Rebecca gives a little nervous chuckle as she continued down the road on her skateboard. She never once kicked to gain speed.
greate. Now everyone thinks I'm dumb. Well, I'm sure Concord already thought that. I didn't even give him a name. as the creepy house stood tall in front of the trio, Rebecca could hear the commotion inside.
Rebeca unzipped her pocket and grabbed the ball bearings from it. She opened her hand and the silvery spheres began to orbit her wrist. They moved faster and faster until the ball bearings started to look like a floating ring. Rebeca dismounts her skateboard and it falls up to her left hand. " so. Whos going in first? "

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Re: Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

Post by LunaHawk » Fri Jul 27, 2018 3:04 am

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Mon Jul 23, 2018 8:41 pm
Prism hadn't been able to save the old woman from being hurt... but she'd saved her from something worse. It wasn't a complete victory, but Prism was beginning to wonder if there even was such a thing as a complete victory.

Of course there is! There had to be! Otherwise this would be, like, totally pointless! And it wasn't totally pointless, because the old woman was still alive - so that mattered. It mattered a lot. The light brushed away the darkness, leaving the corner nothing but a...girl. Like, seriously, she was maybe Prism's age? What was even up with that? Her eyes, though...

Her eyes were not the eyes of a girl Prism's age. And all the wires and cables... that didn't look human at all. It was like she was using herself as some sort of modem or router. Electricity sparked along the cables, and Prism had seen enough sci fi movies and tech support reports to know that that was never a good sign.
"You should run. Now."
That sounded like a great idea, but if Prism ran, it wouldn't help these people - and these people definitely needed some help. No. She wasn't going to run. No way. That didn't mean, though, that when the... thing... in the chair reached for a phone, Prism wasn't going to move very quickly. She didn't really know why, other than that she'd spent enough time thinking about superheroes to know that nothing was ever innocuous, and even your average teenage girl could do a lot of damage with a cell phone. Look at all the cyberbullying stuff these days, after all.

She didn't know what to expect, but she got out of the way before she ended up being the next instagram meme, surprised to see something purple shoot out of the phone to where she'd been standing. A... sign? It was like a pause button on a video! "Hey!" she objected, "I am not a YouTube sensation!"

Well... she kinda was, but only in her mild-mannered (haha, yeah right) persona of Kelly Sanderson, hostess of the Rainbow Report.

Prism, on the other hand, was just a superhero. Her light ray had done pretty well, she thought, but it wasn't enough. It was bright, intense... but I've gotta do something about all those wires and things. Like, what, though? Unplug them? She wasn't fast enough, especially if she was probably going to need to be dodging phone symbols. No, she couldn't do that. What could her totally useless rainbow powers actually do?

Focus! I gotta focus!

...She had to... no, wait! That was it! Focus! Because she could focus the light and make it really bright... and she could separate it out. So she just had to get the right wavelength, and make it really, really, super strong. She brought it all together, raising her hand with a gesture, and pushed the light together into a red beam. A laser beam.

Prism gave her opponent a sunny smile, and lowered the beam towards the mass of wires along the left side of the fancy chair. "Time to cut the cable!"

Boy was light fast...and though the creature was powerful, it was not prepared to deal with a laser...most of all because it assumed Prism was going to target it...not the cables. It's eyes widened when she cut the cables on one side of the chair. Then...it licked its lips. Its eyes narrowed and focused on Prism for a moment.

"Half will have to do then." It said and energy coursed through the remaining cables. It closed its eyes and that was when the screaming started. It came from throughout the town, actually, specifically it came from the norther half of the town. It was the sound of hundreds of people crying out in shocking, horrible pain. Golden energy replaced the electrical energy coursing over the cables and began to rush towards the creature in the chair. Prism had saved half the town...she had mere moments to save the other half.

Included in that other half was one hero who had chosen to link up to the Trans-Sylvania network. As it turned out, her suspicion that the free WiFi was suspect was accurate. The hairs on the back of her neck would stand on end as the attack began, then a chill run down her spine. That was all the warning she had as the creature on the throne used her WiFi connection to establish a link that was otherwise impossible...and attempt to drain the life from her body, sucking her remaining time from her time stream if she or someone else didn't act...very fast.

The difference between life and death for hundreds of people was now down to seconds, Prism was by far the closest to be able to act, but there were now others as well who would be able to see the golden light and hear the words spoken in the room not far from the door. An elderly woman, saved by Prism earlier, used what strength she had to pull open the door so they could enter without delay. She had to rest against the wall, her body still wracked with the crushing potency of having some of the time she'd been gifted sucked from her cells.

The creature's eyes opened again, glaring at Prism, golden energy blazing in them. "Aren't you going to introduce your friends?"

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Re: Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

Post by retrorocet » Fri Jul 27, 2018 4:13 am

Rebecca's eyes widen as the screaming began. She saw the old woman struggling to open the door and the thing in the corner. It spoke but Rebecca was too focused on the horror of the situation to care.
Rebecca's blood ran cold. It looked like a teen girl, but her eyes had the look of absolute malice.
Rebeca was unsure of all the cables coming from the girl but the pulsing energy didn't look good.
Rebeca wasted as little time as she could. She flung herself into the room to get the purple-eyed girl in range and then shifted gravity to try and throw her from her throne and away from everyone else. Assuming this worked, it would tear the creature away from her machine and hopefully give ghost a chance to recover.

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Re: Murder in Sylvania (Open Event)

Post by illirica » Fri Jul 27, 2018 2:04 pm

The cables changed. Prism didn't really know what had happened, but they suddenly went from being normal cables to being some sort of golden-lighted conductor-thing. She had no idea what they were doing, but there was no way that it was good. Definitely not good, she realized, when she heard the screaming from outside. I gotta get out there and help people!

Except she needed to help people by doing what she could, right here. This is the threat I need to stop. I have to trust that I am doing what I can, and hope someone else can help out there. Or hope that in doing what I'm doing, I can help that as well.

Her laser to the other side of the cables had seemed to do something right, so she brought it up again and tried to sever the other half of the cables, hoping she'd be quick enough to do some good. It was kind of silly how easy it was to make a laser, now that she'd gotten the idea figured out. There wasn't any hesitation this time, just a raising of her hand, and a directing of a laser beam towards the cable network.

That golden light, though... it was... No, she had no idea what it was. But whatever it was, it had light. Light was her thing. And this light did not belong to the creepy girl in the creepy chair. She focused not on the girl, but on the light itself. Warm and gold, all bound together. Diffuse it. She reached out, to the light, and tried to bend it away - dim it, scatter it back, do whatever she could to make the light not so bright.

After all, if this creature was eating light, then it was probably a good idea to cut her off.

The girl was taunting her - "Aren't you going to introduce your friends?" Well, no, because Prism really had no idea who these people were. She was glad they were there, though. And she wasn't going to rise to the bait. "I have friends everywhere," she said simply. "Do you?" She'd meant the last to be kind of a taunt, but it came out... not quite taunting. Almost more sad. Because it was sad, if this girl was just there all alone without any friends. Like, it was probably her own fault because she kinda killed 'em or something - Prism would not, could not forget the bodies at the entrance.

But still. Would she have done that if she'd been, like, out having ice cream with her BFFs? Probably... not.
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Post by LunaHawk » Sun Jul 29, 2018 5:02 pm

Light and gravity had a curious interaction, but light...light was faster. Two things done at virtually the same moment happened in the time it took for a heart to beat but for two of the people involved, it seemed to drag on for eternity. As Prism saw 'light' and tried to pull it from the cables the creature's eyes widened and two minds touched through the connection of temporal energy flowing into the...

Time Siphon. It was a Time Siphon...no...she was a Time Siphon. She was Sahi, except that wasn't really her name, her name, her true name, was a song that resonated through the fabric of space and time, that needed no translation. It was a sad song, beautiful in the extreme and just as sad. It was the story of a species that had lost their parents, of a race that had been peaceful and kind until another twisted their children into...monsters...but not monsters, children, terrified children all alone in a scary universe that was out to get them.

As their minds touched, the layers of malice were stripped away and Prism saw Sahi for what she was beneath it all, a terrified child who had no father and only ever wanted to make her mother happy...but her mother was never around, her mother rarely noticed her unless she did something wrong. Her mother was busy...she had things to do...and so Sahi was alone. Prism was right, she no friends...not because she had killed them but because friends were scary, friends could betray you and hurt you and take away your time. Friends were a lie. In the being that was Sahi fear had twisted itself up into malice and hidden away someone who loved fun and excitement, who loved her mother despite the fact she was never, ever around.

There was a coldness at the heart of Sahi, the coldness of a lonely child in a world of monsters that had made itself into a monster to protect itself. Something they had all done, her mother included. Below the fear and the sorrow was something else...hunger...no...starvation...never ending, never ebbing, constant and ever present hunger that could never ever be sated, soul deep starvation imprinted at the micro-cellular level. When their minds connected and shared this information, for a moment it seemed that Sahi might reach out for help.

Prism found her mind in a dark room, nothing but shadows and movements among them that sent chills of fear through a small girl curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor. Her eyes blinked and she looked at Prism...she started to reach out but suddenly retracted her hand, rebuilt her walls of malice and anger and the mental image shattered, returning them to the world as it was with the new information for Prism to digest...and a lingering feeling of the creature's true self.

Sahi's present fear was less soul deep, but it was obvious on her face in the moment the connection was made. She reached out with her abilities and tried to repair the damage Prism had inadvertently caused. By pulling away the light, she had tugged with it the temporal energy that generated it and distorted...then broken Sahi's connection to it. The result was a whole lot of temporal energy with no where to go. The chrono power poured into the room from the cables and reality...bucked. There was a visible distortion that rippled the air like heat waves on a blazing hot day in the desert. Waves of something rolled out from the epicenter, the fabric of reality rippled...and then parted with a wet tearing sound. Sahi was trying to control it, trying to slam a metaphysical patch into place when gravity kicked in and she was ripped from the chair and thrown across the room.

The Time Siphon slammed into the wooden walls of the old house and fell to the floor in a crash of debris. The rip in reality expanded for a moment...but then it blessedly stopped. There, in the middle of the room was a seam in time and space like a scar on the face of a man. The damage was smaller than it looked though and despite the crack in reality, it was not a hole, nothing came through from the other side and nothing was pulled through from their own. It simply looked like a golden scar, though everything in its immediate vicinity was deeply distorted and a sense of wrongness pulsed out from it.

Sahi's drain attacks were destroyed by a combination of Prism and Rebecca's powers. Ghost, along with the town, were saved by the pair of heroes working accidentally together. Sahi picked herself up off of the floor, wall debris casting down from her body. The debris vanished before it hit the ground, falling apart in sudden rapidity as it aged into nothingness. Her clothing had more spider web cracks on the places where she'd struck the wall.
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Her eyes glowed like pools of molten gold for a moment as she directed her anger at the heroes. She strode forward like a vengeful goddess and closed the distance in the room until she was close enough...to reach out with her mind. She coiled around the collected heroes' temporal lines, dark shivers would run down their spines, the only warning they would receive. The connection was made and as the attack on all of them began, pain would begin to well up inside of them like spreading wild fire. The aging process had not yet begun, but they had precious little time to respond.

Fortunately Ghost was out of the room, so was Concord. They could rely on help if they were unable to act themselves...unlike Sahi. Sahi was alone.

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Post by Azra » Sun Jul 29, 2018 6:16 pm

A shiver down the spine the briefest hint of something obviously being wrong that was all it in honest would take. That fraction of a second that served as warning was all Azra would need to take proper action. She was not as well trained as she would like nor was she the strongest or fastest figure around she did however know how to survive, knowhow to avoid danger. The immaterial transformation was a go to methodology to the ghost her core ability and reason she stood a chance anywhere. It slips away so much of the world, she could feel the air she had a spatial awareness other than that however feeling was largely gone. She didn't feel the floorboards beneath her feet or the door handle in hand just knew more so they were there. She could see the world around her she felt it was filtered however, as if behind a screen. Meanwhile sound was entirely gone, she knew she existed but to the world she was an after image and not quite existent. There was no heat from her body, no brain waves, no temporal line. Someday maybe she could understand it better know people who could help her explore and understand what she could do. All she knew in the moment however was that when in danger and fights she should use her phasing ability and when in such a status she found a safety in isolation.

Not everyone could do this however obviously. Whatever had been attempted on her was something she knew others probably didn't have an escape out of. It was imposible to know what was being used against her, saving her skin meant no real analysis of what was happening to her. Not that it would have altered much, there was a call to take action that she couldn't resist in herself. She was hard to injure better, she be at risk than someone who could be she figured after her time in the Institution. Alezra also feeling that her death should something in fact hurt her, was less damage than someone else's life as her world still felt lonely. Besides a distant relative and a friend from the institution who might be better off without her there wasn't much to miss her. She was a ghost, and she took action as if heading towards another monster. Inside the ominous house the woman imagined a vampire or mad slasher that sudden dreadful awareness had her go in expecting something awful.

Walls and furniture became non existent entities for her, she remembered as a girl the awkward run she was originally made of for. Thinking she would bump into something, so always trying to correct herself last minute. She didn't do that anymore something about the moment made the memory come up was all. Of having something that ended up burned away but also feeling distant from it even when it was there. She liked the nickname ghost it felt accurate, in that though was a loneliness. Which she soon saw an arguable reflection of.

Sword drawn expecting maybe a room of coffins used to puppeteer zombies or something else extravegent she instead passed through a wall to find something else. A girl with rainbow hair looking maybe only a bit younger and another girl seemingly alone. Or at least not the monster to be slain like her wild imagination liked to conjure up. Glowing eyes said something superhuman and there was a sort of animosity to the room. Even being so separated from the world a light came from a tear in the air that was unmistakably wrong. Wires were strange and the people Azra didn't know but what stuck out to her was someone who seemed relatable and a distortion in the air. "Why can't it be easy?" She said, though it was just the moving of lips alone a soundless thing.

Not sure of what to do and knowing it may be a profoundly stupid plan she figured the one dangerous wasn't rainbow colored but who seemed similar. It resonated to much to lash out against for Azra, the idea of using her sword against the girl with wires attached to herself didn't feel quite right. So instead the ashen haired figure with cat like eyes just walked forward with a hand out. Not unlike how one might extend their hand to an animal, except instead of an attempted pet the ghost would look to lay her hand on the shoulder of the temporal creature. If she could do so she would flicker briefly real then a specter again the idea being to also make the woman seperated from it all. Hauntingly surrounded by silence and unable to presumably effect the world at all. Yet also safe from it doing the same. The girl looked a few years younger easily able to see as a sister or a sophomore at school to look out for and so on. Provided this work it would also unknown to Azra probably halt the temporal effects being used on others, something she herself had yet to really see or feel enough of to know.

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