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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by 000

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00's Story

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Face perking at the bartender's joke, the rat pulls in the bill, leaning in close to read the writing.
"Aye, that's quite a load," it mumbles, reaching into the canopy of its umbrella hat.
"At least you're here now.
Gotta look to the future with bright eyes, as they say, else you'll turn into a blind lemming."
It gives a cursory glance to the other man as he's mentioned, before pulling out a closed fist and dropping a few copper coins, alongside a couple of birch eye beads.
"I...hope this will cover it," it says, now with the thinly laid smile more akin to the lip-stretching of a human.
It tosses a sapphire nazar amulet on the countertop, nodding to it as a tip for him.
"Thanks fer being my server."
Slowly, it is standing back up, a little bit wobbly on its feet, but none the worse for the wear -- not much yet anyhow...it is likely to be later rather than sooner that it will crash into a dead sleep or a drunken stupor.
The rat sighs, passing a hand over its face.

"Better get back to the ship before the rest of the crew does.
Can't let the blasted thing tip over just 'cause th--"
the loud entrance of several strangers sends the rat's fur on end, jumping high into the air, landing on all fours, and then scurrying off in a not-very-civilized (not to mention brave) manner.
A single kicked-down barstool is all that's left in the wake of its flight.

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Nyks glanced around at the sudden commotion. He usually reserved himself to fairly quiet places, and the area had suddenly become louder than he was comfortable with. Still, he couldn't bring himself to leave. He noted everyone in the bar and decided to stand back until his help was necessary. No need to jump into a situation before it becomes a problem. Carefully watching the room, he took another sip of his drink, eyes and mind still moving.

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As John waited for a bartender to appear, another being had appeared, choosing a place at the counter next to him. This guy seemed a bit... Nervous? No.. What's the word again? Ah, it doesn't matter. This person was obviously a bit scared, don't blame him. He's located near a dead guy with a massive scythe and chains around his feet, John must look like a convict or something.

"Where is this bartender?" John mumbled to himself under the heavy breathing of his gasmask.
Suddenly, the strange person somehow broke down or something... Shouting "STOP IT!" as he covered his ears. Why? Was it John? Does this guy have sensitive ears and John's breathing is like an air horn being blown into his ears? Hm, that reminds me of a certain person... John thought to himself.

"Wha-" Before John could even ask, another person appeared, comforting the strange being. Ah well, might as well turn back and wait for the bartender, the problem is already being dealt with.
The falling of a barstool did grab some attention, but it was seen that it was caused by some scared thing, nothing important... Just wait... Think...
"Vladamir Rostovii..." John spoke to himself, loud enough for other's to hear over his breathing. Of course this would be the first thing to pop up, John's goal is to find the body of this being. He knew this person personally as a legendary super soldier of the Payemyndii Clan. All he could find is that this being died on Terra not long ago, the body would be perfect to add to the army or even to replace this current body which was obviously far out of date.

Maybe someone here knows of this guy, bars are the best place to find information from simple gossip and rumours, a location would be perfect.

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to La'ita Hara

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What had originally been clinging to the rat has now attached itself to this stranger, this human-thing that is apparently of the living dead -- and a seemingly self-sustaining one at that.
Having slipped between shadows back at the bar, the entity has managed to catch yet another free ride...not to mention meal.
Draining the rat's energy and luck for so long a time had not only left those particular reserves close to empty, but had also caused the creature to build up an immunity of sorts; the parasitic phantasm has itself become hungry and weak, closing in on desperation as it waited patiently for the rare appearance of yet another suitable host.

Enter this undead necromancer, his very essence practically bursting at the seams, filled to the brim with an almost complete set of delectable goodies...the ghostly being swiftly assessed the situation, but was even quicker at jumping from one person to the other -- perhaps too quick.
Unknowing of what exactly might have come its way, no wonder of when or where, it had not given itself enough time and preparation to not only properly hide itself within this man's spiritual body, but also to wholly bury itself within, to make itself nearly impossible to remove by anything other than its own will.

If the human were to catch a proper sight of his own shadow, he just might glimpse the dark writhing wormy threads wriggling within the shady blackness that is his own: then it would be but an easy, simple matter for the necromancer to exorcise and thus remove the pest that is slowly digging its way deeper into his existence.

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Fingerclaws grasping at, scraping for sshhaaddeowss, the entity casts forth a multitude of hooked lines into one of the human's subtle bodies, the innumerable worms within his shadow sweeping sideways, waves wriggling towards a single point, threads swirling, whirling, wrapping together, coalescing into a massive coiled serpent, so large that the only parts of its darkness could be seen at one time within the man's shadow, arched, broad, curving lines of black within the gray: realizing, too late, that this is the wrong host, after all.

The head, short and rectangular, a big box shape mounted on a stringy neck flickering, wavering between varying degrees of thickness and thinness.
Too used to beings of more mundane, of less magical worlds, this necromancer's undead body is naturally building up an immunity far faster than it would have originally guessed.
But hunger and thirst, persistance and need, want and will...all of these thing leading to the entity to dig deeper, to try harder, with the memories of past experiences echoing in its mind, telling it that this is all it needs to do -- merely this and nothing more.
Yet a magical energy continues to prick at its threads, to pull it off, push it away; the cubical head thrashed on a neck made crooked with rapid, violent movements.

Feeling its grip loosening, its touch waning, a silent screech is sent from the shadows, sound waves imperceivable but nonetheless piercing to the ears.
The darkness fading, the entity coming to the inevitable conclusion, facing the realization that this time it is wrong, and closing in on the decision that it shall have to leave before any damage is done from being forced out, even at the cost of discovery.
Senses spanning surroundings, fanning out in the general area, but finding nothing of important interest to its own needs.
It shall have to search elsewhere for a suitable host -- supposedly in yet another waiting game.

So thinking, the human's shadow would appear to bulge outwards, as the shadowy entity bloats its body and pushes itself up against the borders, forcing its way out of the walls and into the air in a burst of liquid darkness, a dense fountain of black rushing upwards, skywards, away from both the necromancer and the rest of the grounded crowd.
A minute would be taken for the entirety of it to exit the man's shadows, to empty itself into the air; the fluid threads rolling together into a knotted spherical mass, just as a sleeping snake might.
The tangles in constant motion, only when all of it is in the air would the black phantasm raise its rectangular prism head, the only thing neither smooth in shape, nor entirely black in color; similar to a black transistor battery, its two snap connectors marked with silver stripes surrounding whorling white whirlpools.

The serpentine shadow would, for a brief moment, orient its polarized snaps towards the group below, before, in one smooth, swift movement, thrust its body upwards, out of its tangles and into a slick, slippery string slithering skywards, a mile or more of electrical cable stretching itself away towards sliding into an unreachable, interdimensional space, the entrance located within the reaches of its very own self.
Hopefully the sudden surprise appearance would be enough to shock and startle most present, particularly those few capable of seeing it and, even rarer, those who might be able to seal it away, into a stilled silence...enough ignorance and time for fulfilled flight.