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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 5, 2015 16:35:55 GMT
Jared "Giovanni" Viridian is a dangerous mob boss who's family has recently started dealing a dangerous and addictive substance called Frostbite. Remilia Arling, a vigilante, figured that it would take too long for the police to deal with him so she decided to apprehend the man herself. Located on the outskirts of the town, he has a mansion protected by quite a few henchmen and surrounded by a rather tall wall. Luckily, there are taller trees in a nearby forest. Even if those aren't close enough for Remilia to jump over the wall, they are tall enough for her to see the inside with a pair of binoculars and in fact, she has spend the last couple of days observing the mansion, studying its entrances and its inhabitants. Today is the day that she will infiltrate the building and take down Giovanni.
Unfortunately, the mansion appears to be different today. There were no guards patrolling around the mansion like the days before. That should have been a good thing for Remilia as she could get inside more easily, but it was also something quite troublesome. Something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what exactly. Well, whatever it was, it wouldn't stop her from doing what she came here to do. Using her reality rewriting computer, she summoned a pistol and approached the wall. Once she was close enough, she used her computer again, this time summoning a wall of her own, though it was turned over on the side and leaning against the mansion's wall, serving like a path for her to climb over onto the mansion grounds.
Through a semi-open window, she saw the reason for the absence of guards. One of the walls was covered in blood and bullet holes. There were two bodies nearby. Remilia climbed through the window as quietly as she could. Even though her face didn't reveal any emotion, especially not worry, the grip on her pistol tightened. Whoever or whatever caused all this death could still be in the house and running into it might end very, very badly.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 6, 2015 0:56:28 GMT
As Remila watched, a Native American man with blood on his hands. His face was oddly round and his hair especially ludicrous, white braids that framed his face. He was wearing a white undershirt and baggy white pants, the left knee of his pants also bloody. He looked over the bodies in the room and knelt to probe at one, some sort of recognition coming to his face when he stuck his finger in one of the holes that filled their chests and saw the missing chunks. He unconsciously licked his lips, then just as subtly shook his head. Looking up, he saw Remila at the door. He frowned and stood. "I didn't do this." He whispered. The air grew unnaturally chilled when he spoke.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 6, 2015 11:16:58 GMT
Remilia raised her gun and pointed it at the strange man. He was definitely a creepy and very suspicious person. Ignoring the blood on his person, few people could so easily stick a finger into a dead body. But let's humor him for now. "Who did?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 6, 2015 19:22:24 GMT
The man shrugged. "Who seems to be the wrong question." He reached for his pocket, unconcerned about being shot. Retrieving his wallet, he flipped it open, showing her his BHA card. "Windigo Wilson of the BHA. You?" He seemed to hope this would give him some credibility.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 6, 2015 19:40:16 GMT
Remilia watched him closely as he pulled out his wallet, ready to shoot if she sensed any funny business. Once he introduced himself, she relaxed slightly. Even she knew about the bounty hunters. But this led to another question.
"Remilia Arling," she pulled out her ID, "Freelance vigilante. What's the BHA doing here? I can't imagine the bounty hunters would be interested in a lowly mobster. And why are you covered in blood? Don't tell me you examined every body here."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 6, 2015 22:49:27 GMT
Wilson shrugged and knelt again, fingering the edge of one torso with a large chunk bitten out, splintered ribs showing. "Not many bodies. Most are chunks." He found a vial of frostbite on the body and tossed the blue liquid to Remilia. "It's supernatural. And Viridian was the only dealer. People saw what it could do and wanted him taken in."
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 10, 2015 6:37:35 GMT
Remilia did not approve of Wilson's crime scene contamination, but worrying about it at this point was pointless. She grabbed the vial with her sleeve (since she didn't want her fingerprints on it and didn't have time to put on gloves.) and examined it. It looked more like window washer fluid then a drug. But according to reports, it was very potent, giving its users seemingly superhuman strength and speed at the cost of inhibition loss, a drop in body temperature and an insatiable appetite. Those who overdosed died of hypothermia, but not before attempting to eat their dog or their neighbor.
She put the vial into a ziplock bag and into her pocket for now. She can put it back where it was found later."To stop him or to have him make it just for them, I wonder... In any case, we should find out how this happened. Tell me what you know so far and I'll join the investigation."
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 10, 2015 14:33:16 GMT
Wilson shrugged. "They were partially eaten. Others were mostly eaten. I don't think anybody's alive up here, but there’s a safe room in the basement. I was going to check that once I cleared the upper floors.”
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 10, 2015 17:08:03 GMT
Remilia nodded. "Then I will go down right away. You can continue searching up here." She checked the safety on her gun, just in case. "Call if you run into trouble." She turned around and went to the basement.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 10, 2015 19:59:30 GMT
Wison didn’t respond to Remilia. He just quietly watched her leave before turning back to the body. So very interesting, and yet horribly familiar.
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Remilia would find a blood splattered hallway with one room off to the side and a huge steel door like that of a safe with a keypad next to it. The door was dented, but not from the outside. The door bulged outward in many places.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 11, 2015 13:58:03 GMT
Remilia didn't like the dents in the door. What could possibly cause that. Were they testing weapons in here? Bombs? Or perhaps there was more to making Frostbite then met the eye. In any case, she couldn't see a way to get in right away. Guessing numbers wasn't really productive and deleting it or blowing it up would also take way too long.
Instead she decided to investigate the other room for now.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 11, 2015 15:37:00 GMT
As soon as Remilia opened the door, she was faced by a burly man in an expensive looking suit ruined by the bandaged chunk taken out of his arm. He looked far too pale as he spun to face her, raising a handgun at her face. His clear terror faded just a little when he looked her over, and he lowered the gun. "Another survivor? Were you a maid or somethin'? Doesn't matter now, we're both unemployed." His bitter laugh became a cough. "Now come on, I think my bleeding's stopped, so I'm getting out of here."
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 11, 2015 18:59:20 GMT
Remie froze when the man pointed a gun at her. She cursed her own idiocy for relaxing so early. She was lucky that he lowered his pistol. Now worry appeared on her face. "Thank god I found some still breathing. What happened here? I was... Absent for a while and when I came back... All those bodies... Did someone attack the mansion?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 12, 2015 5:12:02 GMT
The man shook his head. "No, the boss, he... overdosed or somethin'. Went crazy. Killed everybody. He wasn't even... I don't know what the hell he did to himself, but... god, he bit me! I was trying to lock him up in there and he bit me when I was closing the door! Luckily, it looks like he was too far gone to know how to get it back open." The man was looking worse, bitten arm twitching and face growing increasingly pale. He breathed heavily and leaned on the wall. "Shit, I think it's bleeding again."
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 12, 2015 18:26:57 GMT
Remilia was getting a distinctly zombie movie-esque vibe from this conversation. "You need to go to a hospital. I can drive if you have a car." Crap. This man needed to get to a hospital and was in no condition to drive himself. But if she leaves, she can't investigate this place. Then again, looking at him now, that might not be a problem. He didn't look like he was going to last the trip. Hopefully he wasn't going to turn into a zombie after death.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 12, 2015 22:05:36 GMT
"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Awful hungry though. I wanna eat before I get out of here. Really bad." His lip pulled back a touch, showing oddly sharp teeth. "So many bodies... I'm sure they won't be missed." A line of drool leaked down his face. It hit the ground, making a tiny spot of ice.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 13, 2015 15:07:13 GMT
Yep, definitely a zombie. Remilia stepped to the side. "I don't think we have the time, but if you really want to..." Remilia spoke and got ready to shoot the man in the head as soon as he turned his back to her.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 14, 2015 2:09:24 GMT
The man stumbled past her. "Yes. I do want. So much. So very very much." He paused and turned his upper body to look at her, hunched over and clinging his arm. "But you... you're so soft, so small. I can have you first." His lips pulled back in a skeleton grin and started to wither and his teeth were just getting sharper and sharper.
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Post by TimePuppy on Jul 14, 2015 15:23:05 GMT
Remilia raised her pistol. "I don't think you'd like the taste of lead." She aimed for the head and pulled the trigger.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 14, 2015 19:47:22 GMT
"Graahhhh! You bitch!" He stumbled back as the bullet went through his head with a dry crack. "That hurt! Aren't we on the same team?" He rushed to grapple with her, trying to pin her against the wall and bite into her neck. "Come on, I'll just eat an arm or two!" His strength was clearly superhuman as he cracked the wall with his power.
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