The Catalysts

The Outskirts

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a part of The Catalysts, by Mr. Inkwell.

The black-hearted back country of Emperia city.

Mr. Inkwell holds sovereignty over The Outskirts, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Setting

A small collection of islands to the north of the Fifth Ward. Built overtop an old medieval settlement, there is a small keep on the northernmost island. Each island is linked by a series of bridges and concrete piers. This section is controlled mostly by gangs, as the police have little access to this part of the city, and any officers stationed either abandon their post, or die defending it. The Outskirts has little to offer the city, covered primarily in forests, with the occasional road or two connecting a few settlements.
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The Outskirts

The black-hearted back country of Emperia city.

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The Outskirts is a part of Emperia City.

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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn Character Portrait: Craven

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~Craven~





Craven had been running for some time, clearing as much space between him and the Foundations lackeys as he could. The possibility of them catching him was growing more dim every minute that he ran, jumping stalls and knocking one pedestrian down after the other. Oppertunites to feed passed him by, good ones at that. But he could not afford the chance for them to track him down, not now, not this day. He would have to figure a different method to deal with Hunter and the rest of the Foundations demented blowhards.

The wind blasting in his face, with no time to sniff and no time to hear what he wanted to keep a tap on. No matter the measure of his running, he was going to get as far away from the Crown as possibly. Someplace that no one really looks, or really wants to go for that matter and that would mean the Outskirts of the city. A most depressing shit hole if he'd ever seen one, though he knew a place to head too just in case he ever needed to return there.

Craven stood on the edge of the bridge as he could see the waters below, looking out into what remained of the night and he could now see a bead of sunlight peeking over edge of the horizon. Though the lights of the city always seemed to keep the night world almost as well lit as the day. He reached his hand up high, slowly passing his fingers into the way of the morning sun and watching as the skin on his hand begins to singe lightly.

A thump on the concrete behind him sets his nerves on fire as he twist on the spot, setting his massively dilated eyes on the woman behind him. His body wanted to pounce from the sheer weight of how his night had been and he slightly tilts his head.

β€œHey, wait up big guy. Fun little show you put on back there.”

He stared at her for a moment before smirking through his teeth. "Well, you got my attention first.. which means your not foundation." He looked the woman over and her figure was strange, though she did match several of the memories that he had acquired from several of the specialist and he worked a name over his tongue as he tried to bring it too words.

"..Lucielle.." The name brought a smile too his face, like winning a game show after guessing the right price.

He leaned on the side of the grungy rail, its rusted, pitted form reaching down the length of the bridge like a tired outstretched arm. "Ah.. yes, that is your name.. though the face is different. It is you in the end."

Bracing up and lifting himself away from the rail, his posture becomes more offensive. "Why follow me, better yet.. why approach me? It is not wise to provoke a starving animal and I am so very hungry right now."

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Character Portrait: Lucielle Thorn Character Portrait: Craven

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"Why? Fascination? Admiration? Choose one."

Lucielle began to circle Craven, looking him over. She kept her distance, knowing his power. Reaching his backside, she leaned forward whispering, "If you're so hungry, why not find something? Someone? I know you thirst for blood, I can see it in your eyes."

She turned her back, stepping away from him. The air was calm, the smell of cedar, oak, and other woods drifted through the air. Just right for a fire, she thought, maybe I should spell my name this time...

She knew without looking, Craven was keeping an eye on her. She needed to know more about him, she wanted to see him in action, tearing through flesh and bone like it was nothing. Growing stronger at every kill, never slowing, never stopping. For the second time that day, Lucielle was reminded of herself.

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~Craven~




Craven gave wry smile in return as he could feel the tension returning to the muscles in his forearms, as if his body wanted to press into action before he did. The wind of the outskirts brushed across his face as it changed directions for a split moment and he thought closely too himself. Several memories came to light about what she could do, though they were vague in retrospect. Several could see nothing but glancing eyes of a photo screen, with Lucielle waving her hands in the background.

"My own concerns are just that, though the idea is not an unattractive one."

Searching for more scattered information was difficult, it was like swimming through a ocean of voices and sights. Not being able to truly point out whatever was catching his eyes and ears at the moment. It was times like this that Craven really tended to dislike the way his own body was designed to act or operate. While thinking this the agitation had manifested in the form of his finger tips slowly bursting into clawed talons. Reaching nearly four inches in length, with his body slowly shifting to become wider as his mass bulked up his own muscles strength. He was working on a short line however, the only thing running in his system was the poor waiter and that was quickly burning through his body. This was just in part of the state his current form was in, rushed, frantic and nervous.

His leg tenses up as he can feel himself inch forward towards her, till a singular image replays in his mind. Her standing behind a swirly gout of flame, one of her own design and creation to be exact. A slow realization of her powers ebbs over him for a few moments as the wind shifts again and he pulls back to his standing posture. With the same wry smile as before "Heh.. Fire.. Not to be a downer, but I think my dance card has been filled for tonight. Besides.. its a new jacket."

Craven tugs on the lapel of his "new" black, jacket. Only for the touch of his hand to transfer a large stain of blood to the inside.

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"Ah, another time then." Lucielle chuckled. "Still, you won't do so well without a good meal..."

She trailed off, keeping her gaze from the beast behind her. Holding up an arm, she pointed down into the heart of the Outskirts. "There's a nice little trailer park down that way. I hear they're just getting over a mysterious fire. The children there have the cutest screams."

She let silence blow between them, dust settling in the breeze. Leaves rustling and twisting in the early morning light. The rusted bridge glinted, swaying slightly. The air held a timeless quality. Breathing in a deep breath, she dropped her arm. Glancing back, she saw the shadow shift behind her.

"Oh, and Craven." Lucielle turned, looking at the creature's back. She snapped her fingers, a burning flame streaking from her hand and into Craven's chest. "Don't kill them all. I still need some entertainment."

The smell of burning flesh reached her nose. Lucielle smiled. She extinguished the flame. She wouldn't kill him, he had to many, intriguing factors. Her hand waved a farewell to Craven. Ash and soot clouded the air. With cinders and coals disguising her movements, she climbed to the top of the bridge effortlessly.

"This land is mine Craven, you'd be wise to behave in it."

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~Craven~




The meeting wasn't a problem for him and when the small stream of flame struck his chest, it only compounded the notion that he could do very little at this point besides posture and spit. She was far more interesting then the other catalyst that he had encountered and fed upon in the last few weeks, though her reasons for approaching and giving him free reign at this point were still beyond a method of question. He could hardly argue with her, he was so hungry that he could feel his vision becoming blurry and the tips of his fingers were beginning to break away into ash.

He burst from the bridge into a frenzied run, putting distance between himself and Lucielle. He knew that some point in the future she would show up again, only because her interest in his was very obvious. Though he could barely be asked to care about what was going to happen later, or even think about it now.

His feet carried him for nearly a half mile before he caught his first meal, despite it being a homeless man and the taste of dirty scarf lingering on his pallet. Craven still ran on with his face in the wind, not wanting to miss any opportunity to feed and regain his strength. Upon finding the place he saw that Lucielle was correct, the area did suffer a decent blaze. Several of the small trailers were gutted and blackened by flame. Though they were now covered with tarps and tapped off from the rest of this small community.

He had managed to climb onto the edge of an outside fence wall and was just looking on as very few people could be see milling about. There were simple people, with simple lives and Craven could tell this. For now however, they would have to do.

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