Katherine Wright
Tendency For Battle
Posts: 56
Soul Sync: 675
Stardust: 1,500
Items: Rejuvenating Cola
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Post by Katherine Wright on May 14, 2016 19:31:54 GMT
"The burger place, for sure." Katherine almost immediately answered. "One of you two can pay an' all. Since you uh.. Suggested it. Hope you gots money! I'm hungry!" the girl said, looking at Cliff with a grin. She watched the impressive display of case kicking skills put on by Victor.
"Right." she said with a slow nod. "A stand." she repeated. That's what that weird guy had called it.. And the woman in the park. "Why's it called a stand anyway?" the girl questioned. It sure was kind of an odd name for it.
Though, something else the priest said caught her attention. She blinked at the talk of avoiding the sun. She thought back to the park last night. There's really no way that there was a coincidence about it. "Naaah. Grew up in an orphanage. Staff were religious. It sucked." the girl said with a slow shrug.
"So what even is a stand? Why's ours so different an' all? Why can yours talk but mine can't?" she asked, assaulting Victor with a barrage of questions while she followed after him.
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Post by Cliff Slade on May 16, 2016 23:31:53 GMT
It seemed this motley crew was entirely in agreement that a stop at Johnny's Burgers was the best choice. Seeing as nearly all of them were dying for a bite to eat, it only seemed logical. Cliff started making his way towards the sidewalk, his attention divided between the conversation at hand and his objective of finding a taxi for them to flag down.
His eyes glanced back at Victor at the mention of the word 'Stand'. It sounded familiar. "Stands... I read a really old news article about a man who said he was being followed by something he called a "Stand". I guess someone must have messed with him using one. Either that or he didn't realize it was his own."
Cars whizzed by quickly, each of them a different make and model. It was incredible that no matter the time, at least one part of New York was still busy or even full of traffic. He turned to Katherine, answering one of the many questions that she had bombarded Victor with. "Well, they stand next to you... What else you gonna call em? Sits?"
A taxi sped by as he turned his attention back to the street. He tried whistling for it, but the thing was already long gone by that point. He snapped his fingers in disappointment. "There'll be another one in just a sec... I'm sure of it."
In the next moment, the familiar color of a yellow vehicle slowly drove by. Cliff quickly shot his hand into the air, waving it wildly to catch the attention of the driver inside. Soon after, the taxi skidded to a stop in front of the trio! The passenger door was opened from within, and a gruff, rotund fellow spoke from the drivers seat.
"Where you's guys headed?"
The coated man quickly took the passenger seat, explaining the destination to his driver. "We're on our way to Johnny's. You know the place, it's on Robert Street?"
The man placed a hand on his bearded chin, scratching it thoughtfully as he tried to recall exactly where it was. After a moment, he turned to Cliff. "That's the place that's got the burgers, right? Open twenty four hours?"
"That's the one!"
"Alright. It's not too far from here."
If his new companions hadn't hopped into the car yet, he'd quickly beckon them inside, hoping to get this show on the road quickly.
--- Will arrive at Johnny's in 2 or 3 rounds
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Post by [Tokoz] Victor A. Dominatus on May 17, 2016 0:13:44 GMT
Stepping up to the cab, Victor walked around to the back and stuck his case in. As he did, White Death appeared, crouching over him. As the priest shut the trunk and walker around to the far side, allowing Katherine to get in on the curb, the stand slid under the cab for a moment, then vanished. No obvious explosives or tracking devices, and if there was anything, it had been added long enough ago that it would have been hard to prepare in time for his arrival. The cab was probably safe. If not, he'd be finding out just how much damage he could handle.
Getting in, he reached into his coat and pulled out a slim, tan billfold, flicking a few dollars out of it and passing it over to Cliff. "My part of the fare. Now then..." He glanced at the driver, then shrugged. It was possible to be discrete, or at least fairly confusing.
"From what my order knows, they're different because they depend on the person who they belong to. Personalized, if you will. I have no idea what determines their traits, but something does." He shrugged. "As for your other question..."
As the car sped along, White Death poked his head through the ceiling. "I can talk because this chucklefuck needs SOMEONE to tell him not to do shit. I swear, that time in Krakow... what possessed you to 'Borrow' an entire couch? A spool of thread would have worked fine." Grumbling, he shook his head, apparently crouched atop the cab and bent double, allowing his bestial head to peer inside. It was between Katherine and Victor, and made it a bit crowded, but the stand politely pulled back and twisted around, only the eyes and a bit of the nose sticking through as it watched the Trio. "I grew up in an Orphanage as well, actually. I was recruited by one of the brothers after some incidents in my youth. Although I doubt they could really have forced me. It's unfortunate that you ended up with some of the more close-minded members of our faith."
This close, it was obvious to the Inquisitor that something was off about this girl. It wasn't uncommon for people to wear more feminine clothing to appear less dangerous, although it rarely worked. Sitting next to her, he could note a few hints that she might not have been born as she was. That was fine, honestly. Why it was anyone else's business, he couldn't guess, but some of the church were a lot less apathetic about such things. Then again, some of them had certain... deviances, which made them hypocrites as well. That parish priest in Wicklow who he had discovered during a visit to check on a set of ruins with an altar boy... well, that had been quite a mess.
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Katherine Wright
Tendency For Battle
Posts: 56
Soul Sync: 675
Stardust: 1,500
Items: Rejuvenating Cola
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Post by Katherine Wright on May 17, 2016 1:57:26 GMT
Katherine continued to follow the two till they approached to grab a taxi! "Heh. Sits. Got anything more original than that?" she asked, sticking her tongue out at cliff.
Riding in style, it seemed, when the cab finally arrived. Her eyes glanced to that giant of a stand when it appeared. She didn't fully trust it, but she still moved to get into the cab, sitting in the back near a window since Cliff was busy kicking it in the front passenger seat. Of course, Katherine being the cheapo she is, wasn't going to pony up any money for the ride.
She leaned back, buckling in and resting her arms behind her head as she relaxed. "So.. It's kinda like no two will have the same or whatever then? That's good to know." the girl said. "Wouldn't want someone to have one like mine."
However, upon the massive skull poking through the ceiling, Katherne flailed her arms for a moment, clearly startled by it. Could one blame her? That thing was creepy as hell. Besides, the voice wasn't too pleasing to the ears either.
"Eh, it's alright. I know some religious people ain't too bad. But enough about that. Why did you borrow an entire couch? That sounds interesting." she said, glancing to him for a second. That sounded like an interesting story!
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Post by Cliff Slade on May 21, 2016 8:32:27 GMT
Cliff quickly grabbed the few bits of cash from Victor, a small smile and a nod working as his only reply as he stuffed the money into his pocket. As the trio settled in, the car began moving, slowly making its way towards their destination. It wouldn't be a long ride, but it gave them just enough time to chat about their Stands, and their own origins.
With a few nods here and there, Cliff listened to Father Victor's explanation about Stands. Apparently no two Stands were the same, as each one was personalized to the owner. He had to wonder if at least one other person had fire manipulation, though.
A slight chuckle escaped him as White Death's skull-face phased through the top of the cab. Apparently these two have been friends for quite some time already. Cliff would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't interested in learning more about some of these two's adventures.
"That's quite the coincidence. I'd say I was born in an orphanage as well to fit in, but I got stuck with some asshole parents instead. Pops disowned me because I wanted to make my own way in the world instead of getting stuck nowhere in his stupid mailroom..."
He sighed, grabbing a pack of cigarettes, as well as a lighter, from his pocket. He plucked one of the tobacco rolls from inside the packet as flicked open the lighter, and quickly lit the cigarette. He quickly placed the cigarette between his lips as he pocketed his pack and lighter.
Cliff took a long drag, before slowly exhaling.
The Cab driver seemed to take offense. He sighed in annoyance as he clicked the small button on his driver door, rolling Cliff's window down, and letting out some of the smoke.
Cliff chuckled. "Sorry, bud."
(Apologies. Not the best post)
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Post by [Tokoz] Victor A. Dominatus on May 24, 2016 0:26:34 GMT
Nodding, Victor eyed the pair for a moment. From the sounds of it, Cliff was from a rich family. He chuckled awkwardly as Katherine inquired about the couch. "Oh, uh... that's... really not important." From between the two, the voice of White Death echoed. "Well, you see, he had discovered this vampire was allergic to cats, and a lady down the street had about 15, so-" His head was shoved backwards, leaving the speech a mere echoing from the trunk.
"I said that's not important. Now, anyway..."
Dusting off his outfit, seeming disgruntled, he sighed. "Suffice to say, there was reason to... requisition the couch. What about you two? Any interesting incidents, or are you fairly new to the world of the bizarre?" He leaned into his seat a little.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tell them, it was just... well, technically, he didn't want to. However, he was also hesitant to share tactical information with two complete strangers. That was the kind of thing that got you killed. Or laid, it depended on the person. He didn't feel like Cliff was into that, though, and Katherine was a child. His eyes hardened for a moment, remembering that incident in Wicklow. He had gotten reprimanded for it, but that was more due to the harshness of the incident. In his defense, permanent lack of use in that part of the body due to paraplegia seemed a fitting punishment.
((Sorry, short, but having a bit of a muse drain atm))
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Katherine Wright
Tendency For Battle
Posts: 56
Soul Sync: 675
Stardust: 1,500
Items: Rejuvenating Cola
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Post by Katherine Wright on Jun 4, 2016 7:49:39 GMT
She leaned back a bit, resting her arms behind her head in an attempt to relax during the car ride. Her eyes glanced towards the cab driver for a second. Were they really going to talk about all this while the cab driver was just.. There? That's when Victor's stand went on about vampires. "Vampires?" she'd ask with raised eyebrow. "I thought you were joking about that avoiding the sunlight crap. There's no way those things are real." she said, bringing a hand around to wave it in the air lightly. "Just stories and all." the girl explained with an eye roll. "Uh. I don't have a whole lot of experience, though I've had mine for a long while. As long as I can remember, at least. I met one lady who has a stand. I also met a lady who doesn't have one but could sense them, apparently." she explained, shifting in her seat lightly. "Before those ladies, I met some guy on the way here." she said. She thought for a second, deciding to leave out the part about how she had helped rob the man. "He.. Attacked me and my friend. But that was a while ago." (Shit, sorry guys. Didn't know it had been this long. I feel bad. ;~
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Post by Cliff Slade on Jul 4, 2016 5:37:55 GMT
While the trio chatted, the Taxi Driver tried his hardest to pay little attention to them. The art of blocking out other people's words was a skill he'd practiced for years now. It was useful for the overly talkative drunks he picked up now and again, but these fellows were having quite an interesting conversation. To say he was intrigued would be an understatement. If he weren't driving, he'd probably turn around and ask the Priest a few questions, but he had a job to do, so he'd save it for some other time.
Cliff pondered Victor's question. He scratched his chin for a moment as he thought aloud "Incidents, eh? Well, let's see... There was a time recently that was kinda messed up. This creepy fella broke into a warehouse I rented and tried to kill me. He was wicked fast, too. Couldn't even catch a glimpse of his face! If it weren't for my quick thinking, I'd prolly be dead right about now..." The thought of dying to whatever that man was caused Cliff to shudder lightly.
He thought back to what Victor had said a few moments ago. He mentioned Vampires. Maybe that mystery fellow was a Vampire of some kind? It was certainly plausible, but there was no way of knowing for sure. Maybe if he had some garlic on him he could have tested it. Knowing his own luck though, there was a good chance he'd run into that freak again, or someone like him.
Apparently this Katherine girl had her fair share of odd adventures. Though she didn't reveal much, the way she talked about her endeavors made it obvious nothing good happened.
Before Cliff could ask the girl any questions, the rotund driver spoke up as they turned a corner. "Nearly there. Hope you guys are hungry, Johnny's got good eats."
Cliff's stomach growled in response.
"I know I am... Hopefully we get there sooner rather than later."
Taxi will arrive at Johnny's on the next round.
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