WishBone
One who walks between the physical and the digital
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The rain always changed the way a city looked, it dulled the light cast by cars and made almost everything darker. As the sheets of rain continued to hammer against the hard stone, metal and thick glass of a city, the rage of the storm did nothing to diminish the magnificence of its lights from shops, corporations, markets, food cafeterias. Its light pollution turned what would have been a beautiful starlit night into one absent of stars. Not that it mattered as most were stuck on their mobile phones, eyes glued into a false reality or while their bodies were slumped in chairs their consciousness flittered between the wires of the city to the real paradise. The real feeling of waves, a plane of existence that could be as adrenaline filled or more awe inspiring than any fantasy fable. For Denis, his hand pressed hard against his side to staunch the blood that dribbled betrayingling between his fingers, his expression was heavy and teeth bared from the pain he was in. In another was a gun, a double action revolver and despite the evident threat - people either were too caught in their world to care. The bullets whistled overhead, two shots taking out a nearby light in a shower of falling glass. Yet the city continued like it always had. Ignorant of the goings on than outside of their bubble.
Dennis - moved lurching himself with fleeting strength behind a nearby pillar, though the rain was now creating a tell tale blood trail to where he was. Allowing the barrell to slide out to check how many shots were left, Dennis was a scruffy man, unshaven blonde beard, dark blue eyes and short cut hair. A tattoo along his neck and a missing finger on his right hand. Breathing hard, he went to glance only to be thrown into cover as two more shots tore into the concrete. Pushing himself up, his legs felt weak and he breathed into the radio, his voice wheeze as the vertigo kicked in briefly. "Control, I'm hit." The voice that came back, was one who was fighting to remain calm over the stressful situation. "Look, I almost have you - move to the station its right." The voice went silent from stuggling calm to panic. "Fuck. Fuck."
There was an eerie calm knowing full well that you were not going to make it, as the sirens grew closer and the thundering of feet his eyes caught something. While the area surrounding him had stayed the same, one thing hadn't. Raising the pistol he spent the last two rounds, his pistol barking its last to thunderclaps sending his would be attackers with automatic weapons into cover. He moved and took the leap, at first the glass seemed to ripple as he moved though it, his iteration carrying to his lips. As if stepping into water, he moved and his form vanished through the reflection with barely a ripple. While it was a victory - it was fleeting because there she was. Her eyes while white as a albino, her red eyes didn't betray her intent and this was not human who was slowly approaching him. "You fight fate," She began as he went to turn away only to see her again nearby still approaching. "Hunters like you are a dying breed." She continued as her fingers, while long now revealed claws. He went to reload only to fumble the speed loader as it dropped sending unspent rounds ringing across the floor.
Shock was setting in and his fingers felt as if they had been bathed in ice water.
"Did you ever think to just stop resisting and accept it," Her lips now clipped his ear as he felt her arms come from under his arms and over his chest. But she also stood to his left and infront of him. He wanted to move but his body remained frozen. Dennis didn't even get a chance to reply as her lips met his, killing his voice and with it in voluntary movement - his breath and as his eyes turned milky white and lips as black as night, he fell slumping while she held him in a deathly embrace. Regardless she set him down, even the dead deserved some semblance of respect. Death as she was, was infact able to switch and was an entitiy that while it was Death - it served a purpose. There were no further words to be said, so it turned as reality began to burn back - revealing the station. The body and soon someone to notice the corpse of a wanted vigilante murderer - deceased from a gunshot wound.
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The funeral was like any other, awkward, sombre and silent. While it wasnt an open casket funeral - three people arrived and had worked with Dennis and as for family - one showed up and he wasn't blood either. The young man, early twenties, mismatched eyes and while not as built like a brick wall, was instead his right hand was covered concealing the mark he'd been given a long time ago to make him Dennis's apprentice. The absence of the man left an ache, maybe just to hear one more crack of his dry humour or the subtle wish just to have one more moment in time one more time over. Being a hunter who walked that fine goverened line between normal world occurances and the terrifying under reality that covetted it. Now - Hunters were dying out just no symptoms up and dying. Even ones who had gone to ground - dying in their holes. Same look - yet eerily peaceful. Even the meeting with the solicitor to cover what was going to be willed to him seemed off, the maple wood box that now contained a final gift that he and a few others had been working on.
It was no revolver - it had to be something to fit with the times. Two silver magazines, the third being within the actual pistol - a high cappacity, or high cappa .45. While to most mundanes it looked like a normal pistol, to those with the sight would see it glow within from the etchings cast into it. A weapon that was designed to do one job and that job well, killing, and a focus for certain magical spells if you had the will and fortitude for it. As the people left to go to their mundane ways of life, here he was left to ponder - who had killed his mentor. Who had attacked the man and what had he been doing - what had caused all of this to go pearshaped. That is, until his phone that he knew had been turned off buzzed to life.
'Dont hang up,' Was the caller Id.
Taking the call with baited breath. He answered. "H-Hello?"
"I am speaking with Daniel, correct?" Came the calm and yet clipped voice.
"You are," He wanted to ask who it was calling him. "Wh-"
"I need you go to back into that room and kill the arch angel before it gets its hands on what Daniel has. It should be in the bullet wound,"
Kill? He wasn't ready to do that yet. "How do you know-"
"We know, either you set that box down and forget what you are - hope they dont come and put you down or you go in there and make your mentor proud. Once this is done, we will call you."
He wanted to ask - but call from Control - the last line of maintaining the reality that normalcy had was very very on the money where it came to work like this.
A knot twisted in his stomach as his fingers went to unlatch the locks on Dennis's final gift.
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Flags - is very much along the lines of certain humans being set against near impossible beings that have now began to set world events that can ruin the reality line or worse - lead to a flip where humanity is very much under the control sway and influence of supernatual beings. Cities are large and almost living beings with humans spending their entire lifes being within and never being able to be truely free or outside of them, the fringes are where things get much more rural and less advanced and more dated. Magic is Will and Word and while not powerful - mostly for utility over power and there is always an equivalent cost.
Plott: Someone is using death to end hunters responsible for keeping the mascquerade and a large scale change is about to take place. Hunters while numerous are unknowingly pieces in a game scale between darker and almost alien forces that maintain the same reality line. But without them - reality can be shaped and adjusted to suit those with the power to change it. Hunters can see supernaturals and supernaturals see them, mostly due to the glow of the weapon they use. In short think Matrix mixed with Tennant.
Characters:
Human or Supernatural it doesnt matter. In this case - Hunters do not 'kill' every supernatural they see and likewise the supernatural beings that inhabit it dont always want to rule with a tyrannical fist.
Coxexistance is a luxury but most if not all normal humans do not see the world for what it is, only what they want to see until something shatters their reality and their eyes are openned.
Most tend to without help either go mad, those that recover are forever changed by what they see.
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Dennis - moved lurching himself with fleeting strength behind a nearby pillar, though the rain was now creating a tell tale blood trail to where he was. Allowing the barrell to slide out to check how many shots were left, Dennis was a scruffy man, unshaven blonde beard, dark blue eyes and short cut hair. A tattoo along his neck and a missing finger on his right hand. Breathing hard, he went to glance only to be thrown into cover as two more shots tore into the concrete. Pushing himself up, his legs felt weak and he breathed into the radio, his voice wheeze as the vertigo kicked in briefly. "Control, I'm hit." The voice that came back, was one who was fighting to remain calm over the stressful situation. "Look, I almost have you - move to the station its right." The voice went silent from stuggling calm to panic. "Fuck. Fuck."
There was an eerie calm knowing full well that you were not going to make it, as the sirens grew closer and the thundering of feet his eyes caught something. While the area surrounding him had stayed the same, one thing hadn't. Raising the pistol he spent the last two rounds, his pistol barking its last to thunderclaps sending his would be attackers with automatic weapons into cover. He moved and took the leap, at first the glass seemed to ripple as he moved though it, his iteration carrying to his lips. As if stepping into water, he moved and his form vanished through the reflection with barely a ripple. While it was a victory - it was fleeting because there she was. Her eyes while white as a albino, her red eyes didn't betray her intent and this was not human who was slowly approaching him. "You fight fate," She began as he went to turn away only to see her again nearby still approaching. "Hunters like you are a dying breed." She continued as her fingers, while long now revealed claws. He went to reload only to fumble the speed loader as it dropped sending unspent rounds ringing across the floor.
Shock was setting in and his fingers felt as if they had been bathed in ice water.
"Did you ever think to just stop resisting and accept it," Her lips now clipped his ear as he felt her arms come from under his arms and over his chest. But she also stood to his left and infront of him. He wanted to move but his body remained frozen. Dennis didn't even get a chance to reply as her lips met his, killing his voice and with it in voluntary movement - his breath and as his eyes turned milky white and lips as black as night, he fell slumping while she held him in a deathly embrace. Regardless she set him down, even the dead deserved some semblance of respect. Death as she was, was infact able to switch and was an entitiy that while it was Death - it served a purpose. There were no further words to be said, so it turned as reality began to burn back - revealing the station. The body and soon someone to notice the corpse of a wanted vigilante murderer - deceased from a gunshot wound.
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The funeral was like any other, awkward, sombre and silent. While it wasnt an open casket funeral - three people arrived and had worked with Dennis and as for family - one showed up and he wasn't blood either. The young man, early twenties, mismatched eyes and while not as built like a brick wall, was instead his right hand was covered concealing the mark he'd been given a long time ago to make him Dennis's apprentice. The absence of the man left an ache, maybe just to hear one more crack of his dry humour or the subtle wish just to have one more moment in time one more time over. Being a hunter who walked that fine goverened line between normal world occurances and the terrifying under reality that covetted it. Now - Hunters were dying out just no symptoms up and dying. Even ones who had gone to ground - dying in their holes. Same look - yet eerily peaceful. Even the meeting with the solicitor to cover what was going to be willed to him seemed off, the maple wood box that now contained a final gift that he and a few others had been working on.
It was no revolver - it had to be something to fit with the times. Two silver magazines, the third being within the actual pistol - a high cappacity, or high cappa .45. While to most mundanes it looked like a normal pistol, to those with the sight would see it glow within from the etchings cast into it. A weapon that was designed to do one job and that job well, killing, and a focus for certain magical spells if you had the will and fortitude for it. As the people left to go to their mundane ways of life, here he was left to ponder - who had killed his mentor. Who had attacked the man and what had he been doing - what had caused all of this to go pearshaped. That is, until his phone that he knew had been turned off buzzed to life.
'Dont hang up,' Was the caller Id.
Taking the call with baited breath. He answered. "H-Hello?"
"I am speaking with Daniel, correct?" Came the calm and yet clipped voice.
"You are," He wanted to ask who it was calling him. "Wh-"
"I need you go to back into that room and kill the arch angel before it gets its hands on what Daniel has. It should be in the bullet wound,"
Kill? He wasn't ready to do that yet. "How do you know-"
"We know, either you set that box down and forget what you are - hope they dont come and put you down or you go in there and make your mentor proud. Once this is done, we will call you."
He wanted to ask - but call from Control - the last line of maintaining the reality that normalcy had was very very on the money where it came to work like this.
A knot twisted in his stomach as his fingers went to unlatch the locks on Dennis's final gift.
----------------
Flags - is very much along the lines of certain humans being set against near impossible beings that have now began to set world events that can ruin the reality line or worse - lead to a flip where humanity is very much under the control sway and influence of supernatual beings. Cities are large and almost living beings with humans spending their entire lifes being within and never being able to be truely free or outside of them, the fringes are where things get much more rural and less advanced and more dated. Magic is Will and Word and while not powerful - mostly for utility over power and there is always an equivalent cost.
Plott: Someone is using death to end hunters responsible for keeping the mascquerade and a large scale change is about to take place. Hunters while numerous are unknowingly pieces in a game scale between darker and almost alien forces that maintain the same reality line. But without them - reality can be shaped and adjusted to suit those with the power to change it. Hunters can see supernaturals and supernaturals see them, mostly due to the glow of the weapon they use. In short think Matrix mixed with Tennant.
Characters:
Human or Supernatural it doesnt matter. In this case - Hunters do not 'kill' every supernatural they see and likewise the supernatural beings that inhabit it dont always want to rule with a tyrannical fist.
Coxexistance is a luxury but most if not all normal humans do not see the world for what it is, only what they want to see until something shatters their reality and their eyes are openned.
Most tend to without help either go mad, those that recover are forever changed by what they see.
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