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James Timber

"Lonliness isn't all my life turns out to be, it seems. Still no family....but at least I've got a friend."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Scorpion01

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During his travels he came across a crate with a lone Wolf Pup inside, naming her Snow for her pure white fur, she is twice the size of any large dog now, and follows James everywhere he goes.

Name/alias:
-James Timber

Age:
-Physical:
--21
-Actual:
--25

Personality:
James is a very gentle, calm man. He is soft spoken and kind. For a very large man, he is exceedingly gentle with Snow and with his current partner/mate, Miray. He is a hard worker, he knows what needs to be done and when it needs to be done. He can be stern, unwavering-ly so when the time needs, and he is slow to anger. However his temper is deadly, with his strength getting the better of him and someone usually ending up dead. He is prone to anxiety and depression, particularly when Miray is not home with him for an extended amount of time, using her as a sort of emotional anchor for his life.

Physical Appearance:
-Height:
--6'3
-Build:
--Muscular
-Hair color:
--Black
-Eye color:
--Dark Green
-Skin Tone:
--Lightly Tanned
-Clothing:
--Black Travelers Coat
--Dark Green Shirt
--Brown Cargo Pants
--Black Shoes
-Armor:
--None
-Weapon(s):
--Knives
--Katana
--Claws
--Teeth
-Accessories:
--Bag full of mic. items.

Health:
-Physical:
--Healthy
-Mental:
--Stable
-Spiritual:
--Unknown

Abilities:
-Physical:
--Enhanced Senses
--Super Human Strength
--Super Human Speed
--Extremely Keen Balance
--Very fast Reflexes
-Powers:
--Transformation into Werewolf
---Werewolf Form:
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Attributes:
--Attack
---10/10
--Defense
---8/10
--Strength
---10/10
--Speed
---9/10
--Agility
---10/10
--Stamina
---8/10
--Awareness
---10/10
--Intelligence
---8/10
--Skill
---10/10

Weaknesses:
-Not a lot of control over transformed state.
-If his painful past is brought up while in the middle of a fight (Doubtful unless the opponent knows him personally or has been spying on him) then he will break down and be unable to fight.
--Side Note: Emotional break down may not occur immediately, or at all. He may transform immediately and attempt to tear his opponent limb from limb.
-Silver


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So begins...

James Timber's Story

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"... hey, this is Officer Dubicki. Yeh, yeh, I think I found the suspects from the murders in Sparrow Mere. They entered an apartment complex," spoke a lone officer in her hidden cop car peeking around the corner. She hadn't followed the suspects, but had spied them on duty, looking for speeding cars, or... speeding... raptors n'shit. Whatever weirdos were going too fast for Wing City streets. Which there was a lot of.

But she had spotted the redhead and her friend. After a cop's partner had been murdered at Sparrow Mere, he'd caught sight of those running away from the scene of the crime. Got a good description.

"I'll need backup. Yes, sir. I can take care of it until someone gets here."

Her thoughts went back and forward as she approached the door of the apartment the suspects had disappeared inside. She raised a fist to knock on the door.

Probably not the best thing she could have done, Saiga thought, looking down at her uniform, at the nine-shot revolver at her side, which replaced her automatic 9mm. She just couldn't get used to it.

"WCPD! Open up!"

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Miray smiled, there was a question she was at least expecting. "It happens I guess. The nature of what I am. My scent fades away after a time, makes me harder to track by Weres." She said. She said nothing of being up sooner then expected, nor of why she changed. She spotted the TV being on. It had been some time since she last saw one.

A smirk lit on her lips briefly. the media now had converged on the site they were last at. "That will keep them busy. they wont be able to track me I do not think." She held up her hand. Due to her constant injuries from learning to use the Hoop Sword, or Ring Blade, she used constantly in her slayings throughout the years had taken its toll. There was no fingerprints left on her hands. They'd been skinned raw one too many times.

"The bedroom you have loaned me. It is quite satisfactory for my needs. Pleas,e relax, I triust you James." She said, she could sense his unease towards her, Snow just floped over, not wanting to get involved, apparently Snow trusted Miray already. that was good. Because it helped only a bit that Snow's tail was wagging every so often.

Her gaze turned towards the window, more the reflection off the fireescape, apparently someone kept it well cleaned. A slight smile graced her face as she motioned to James to stay put. Best not to get involved, As she passed him she chrouched down to Snow and gave her a good patting and headrub saying "I need a minute outside. If you hear gunshots. block the door and cover the fire escape. You know my knock pattern, if you hear it, the coast is clear."

That said she stood. Went to the window, peeking as her target had passed the point o f sound range, it was startingto get breezy. She gfently opened the window without a sound and stepped through, closing it as much as she was able behind her. Disappearing down one level before ducking into the hallway one floor below and moving towards the stairs leading up. Her pistol out and ready.

As she reached the top and rounded a corner pistol first without a sound, she said simply "What the hell's your business waking me up at this hour ?" In truth she never went to bed in the first place, she tried to rest but then remembered thanks to her photographic memory that she was being actively tracked in the past.

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James watched Miray as she walked past him, his eyes serious and watchful. Snow let out an appreciative groan as the female humanoid bent down and gave her a patting and head rub. James sighed but shrugged. "Very well. Though I doubt the cops can get through my door, not with what I've done to it." he said. If one were to examine his door more closely, they'd notice that the hinges were a lot stronger than those of any normal door. They'd also notice that each one of the locks worked in a separate way so that the door wouldn't open even if the handle was shot out.

Needless to say, James was confident his door was strong enough to keep out anyone he didn't want inside his home. And if the door failed, there was always himself, and he was more than powerful enough to take care of any normal human. He smelt a new person coming up the steps and down the hallway to his door, and heard them as well. He let out a low, quiet growl. "Great...cops...." he muttered. He'd just pretend he wasn't home.

The knocks came loudly, and Snow lifted her head up, barking and growling loudly. James did nothing, helping to sell the idea that he wasn't home, and he'd left his dog while out on an errand. He heard what the Cop was saying, but didn't listen; why would he want to?

He then heard Miray speak loudly down the hall, and his lip twitched. "What the hell is she doing?" he muttered. With that he stood up and silently walked over to the door, looking through the peep hole silently while Snow continued to bark. After a while, she stopped, however, as James turned and silently commanded her to stop.

Now all he had to do was wait and hope for the best.

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Saiga froze and rose her hands slowly, eyes pinned on the ravenhaired woman. "Whoa, whoa. Put the gun away, ma'am. I'm not here to shoot anybody, okay? Just relax," she said, backing away, close to the railing. "Just put the gun down. I'm a WCPD officer. I'm just here to ask a few questions. I'd really appreciate it if this didn't turn into a shooting. We've got enough of that."

She had not been tracking the two before, but she had been on the same corner when she'd spotted them both. She couldn't be %100 sure it was them. Which is why she didn't go in bursting the door down any way she could.

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Miray saw her movement towards the rail, "Ahah! Your weapon, on the floor" She motioned with her pistol for Saiga to do as requested. "From how you sound through the door, you act as if you own the place, Joe was not kidding when he mentioned WCPD don't screw around." The Pretahuman said. "Truth be told, I was expecting you, well, not you, a cop yes, but not you exactly."

Miray then stepped completely into view, her pistol still aimed and ready to shoot, "Answer me this. What do you want, why are you here, what are you after ?" Miray had gotten the drop on the cop, that was a first. And as such she planned on keeping herself ready to run. "I know I have been tracked for some time. So out with it." So far the woman, amazingly tall and bone thin, yet strong and quite healthy, was calm, no shots had been fired. Yet.

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James gritted his teeth as the two females exchanged greetings with each other and made some requests such as putting down weapons and the like. He heard the hostility in Miray's voice, and as he walked away from the door, he growled quietly in annoyance. He went down the hallway and into what would be his room; smaller than the one he let Miray have, but functional. He looked around and found a dagger on his dresser. He strapped it to his belt and pulled his overcoat over it to hide it.

He walked out of the hallway and looked to Snow, who looked back at him quietly. "Come on, Snow, we're going for a walk." he said, grabbing the key to his door. He needed some fresh air, and he needed to walk Snow before it got dark, and at this time of day, he wouldn't get another chance to do it; the traffic was low and therefore the air was more clear than during rush hour.

The multiple locks of the door were unlocked audibly, and the handle turned. The door opened outwards into the hall and James walked out followed closely by Snow, who sat beside him as he shut the door and made sure it was locked. He looked to Miray and then at the officer with a frown on his serious face. He said nothing, and he started walking towards the stairs with Snow following, panting and wagging her tail happily.

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"My hands are up. There's no way I'd be able to reach for my faster than you can fire that thing," said Saiga. "And if you allow me to reach for it, if I was a bad guy, that'd just be counteractive. Doncha think so?" She kept her hands up, and tried to offer a smile. "Now, listen. You can get in serious trouble for pointing a gun at a cop. Put it down. I told you I was just here to ask some questions. That's all I'm here for, ma'am."

She turned her head as the door opened. She watched the man walk out. Yeah. Yeah, that was one of the suspects. One of Saiga's hands tightened into a fist.

He was getting away. Shit.

"Hey," she said to him, nodding. Just casually. She put her eyes back on the woman she now dubbed Crazybitch. "So, how about we both, y'know. Not get shot today."

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Miray saw the look James threw her, 'walking Snow, back in a bit' she knew he could hear everything said, even through the door, she saw also that the womans left fish clinched into a fistl. "Relax, if you've had a pet before, then you know what needs doing about now. I never really did think dogs could get bathroom trained like some animals I know." She motioned again with her pistol for Saiga to move out of James path to allow him to pass.

"That is my plan to, so, I will keep my weapon ready for us in the case it is needed, while you may ask any questions you need to ask, however. Should you try anything funny, I will shoot you. We clear ?" Miray spoke as if she meant it, in all honesty she herself did not want to kill anyone else today, it was bad enough she already slit a cops throat completely on accident during the fight at Sparrow Mere as it was.

Yes, she was in a talking mood, but she was also quite cautious too. Yet she was starting to open up a bit. "So" Miray had lowered her pistol, but still had it in hand, "What do you want to know ? I can tell only so much."

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James glanced at the Cop and nodded. "You can ask me questions later. But Snow needs to be walked first." he said calmly. His voice had a sense of calmness as if he didn't care too much about anything. He walked past the officer whether or not she moved out of his way, and raised a hand as if to wave to Miray.

Once down the stairs and outside, he let out a loud groan and stretched out his arms. "Come on, Snow. Let's head down to the store and get you some food; I forgot to get you some on my way home today." he said, patting the beautiful white dog's head gently. She barked once as if to reply to him, and he smiled.

His smile soon vanished and he stopped walking as he heard sirens in the distance. "Snow...change of plans." he said, looking at the dog, who let out a low whine as her ears went down; She was looking forward to going for a walk! She was looking forward even more to getting some food!

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A second police cruiser, sirens muted, rolled past James as he was halfway down the street. The sirens that he had heard were some way off in the distance, involved in a car chase. The vehicle drew to a halt outside the apartment building and both doors swung open. Nathan stepped out of the driver's side of the car, lifting his communicator to his mouth. "This is unit 198, we've arrived on scene responding to Officer Dubicki's 10-78. Entering the premises now on high alert, over."

The officer pulled from his hip not only a pistol, but also a thin length of ornately carved wood - a wand, which he held alongside the gun in the same manner as if it were a flashlight. He glanced across to Hale, "Here's hoping they come quietly, eh?"

Hale had remained silent during the ride to the apartments, as was his usual behavior when he was en route for a response. He stepped out of the passenger seat when the cruiser came to a stop and made sure to grab his trademark fedora before rounding the back of the car.
"I'd be surprised if they did." he replied to his partner with a grin, grabbing his pistol from its holster as they made their way to toward the apartment entrance. They almost never came quietly, especially in this city. With all the super-powered baddies running around, solving things without a gun-fight was a rarity.

Nathan nodded his head sadly, before starting forwards into the building and making straight for the stairs. He started up, taking one step at a time, climbing towards the floor that Saiga had reported the suspects were on. As they drew closer to the sixth floor, they heard voices from the landing. Nathan held up his hand to indicate to stay quiet, before a quick word and a flick of his wand projected an area of silence around their feet to mute their footsteps entirely. and trying to get sight of the confrontation before the suspects could see them.

The first thing he saw was Saiga with her hands up, facing one of the doors. He assumed that one or both of the suspects were inside that hallway with a weapon pointed at her. Pausing, Nathan readied his wand again and directed it at the other officer, murmuring under his breath. A moment later, an almost indiscernible ripple of magic washed over her, a reflective spell to protect her from harm should things go south.

A wave of his hand to indicate to Hale that they should move on, and he was on the move again, this time taking the stairs quickly, still silent thanks to his magic. It was only when they were on the landing that he spoke. "Drop the weapon and place your hands where we can see them." he instructed sharply, stepping into view of the door.

Hale kept his eyes straight ahead and the end of his pistol aimed at the obsidian haired woman, his finger rested gently on the trigger if he needed to fire. The woman didn't appear to be anything but human, but looks were often deceiving, him being a prime example of this. He took note of his partner pointing his wand in Saiga's direction, likely to cast some spell that would protect her from the conflict that was likely to ensue.

Hale puckered his lips, using a steady flow of hair to produce a low-pitched whistle. As the low frequency soundwaves spread throughout the hallway and panged against gun-toting assailant's eardrum, she would find a desire to sleep begin to wash over her, growing stronger and stronger the longer he maintained the whistle. If a victim of weak will, she would quickly succumb to the drowsiness if she maintained contact with the stream of soundwaves, much to his content.

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"Alright, alright. There were several murders in the last few hours. I need to know where you've been." Saiga's lids dropped, narrowed dangerously at Miray. Like the sharpshooter she was, Saiga reached for her revolver, lightning quick, though as soon as she had made the movement, it seemed her colleagues had come to the roof to aid her.

The female officer had her gun pointed at Miray, still, and only took a brief second to turn around to see who was behind her. "One of them's downstairs!" Saiga stated. "The way these guys are acting so suspicious, I think it's them. I'm gonna go after the guy, unless you two have someone after him already. He had a dog?"

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Miray never blinked, even though she had lowered her weapon she kept a careful eye on the woman in front of her. She heard footsteps downstairs before they went quiet. But it was nothing to worry over. Ignoring the words to drop her weapon she instead turned turned her pistol to the newly arrived Hale saying "Do me a favor, and shut up. You are not helping my migraine with your damned whistling." Whistling, she had gone against such before, even had to burn out a guy that tried to whistle his way out of trouble.

When the woman with the pistol on her turned her gaze for that brief second, that was all Miray needed, flicking out her wrist faster then anything any of those present had seen before she had another weapon out. It looked akin to a whip. But it was in that brief second, that percentage of time alone that was all she needed. The whipsword was out, and already curling against.... something.

Damned spellweavers!

She had a few spells she could use on her own. but instead, seeing that there was a spellweaver, and a damned whistler trying to gain the upper hand, Miray spoke. "I'm a hunter. I was set upon, so I defended myself and my friend. Simple as that. But I know I've been tracked." After all, Memory was the key. She flicked her whip back onto her arm, reaching into a pocket she withdrew something and tossed it out.

It was a paper, credentials apparently. Stating who she was. It said.

Miray Whitewire, Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Blood Relations: Biological father; Supernatural huntsman; Hunter Killer


Once the credentials were read, Miray spoke, "Happy now ?" Her father was both a famous and infamous killer of the supernatural, all things magical were targets apparently. And that was no easy feat to overpower such a person either. They were either gifted humans, or not even humans at all. which meant that Miray, though she looked human, was everything but a human, she was a Pretahuman. The daughter of a famous hunter, known as Hunter Killer. Gifted with natural resistances and ablities unlike any other supernatural hunter.

"Do me a small favor" Miray then said to break up the silence, and hopefully halt Saiga in her tracks. "The man who just left us, with his dog, has done nothing but help me and give me a place to stay. Trust me, he is a nice guy until you make him mad. Now, unless you want a white bullet through your brain, I told you everything I could. Now, answer me one question, and we'll call it even. Do you work for the Count ?"

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As soon as Miray went in for an attack, Nathan pulled the trigger on his gun three times, loosing three bullets straight towards her chest. By the time the whip weapon impacted the shield, the bullets would already have landed. When the life of an officer was at stake, there was no messing around. The worst possible thing you could do in a situation with guns pointed at you by the police was make it look like you were going to try and kill them.

It had to be assumed that the bullet-fire would cut short any further exchange of pleasantries from that point onwards. Even if they didn't kill you, gunshots had a nasty habit of interrupting your flow of speech.

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Seeing that his acoustikinetic abilities were having no affect, Hale ceased his attempts to lull the suspect to sleep. The sound of his whistle was quickly replaced by the cackle of gunfire provoked by Miray's hasty maneuver to unleash her weapon upon them. It wasn't the smartest of decisions, making such sudden moves when their guns were already pointed at her. Perhaps she was confident that the officers wouldn't fire so suddenly. He wasn't sure. Hale kept his gun fixed on the woman just in case the copper-coated rounds weren't enough to bring down the assailant.

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James turned around and followed the officers after a few seconds of mentally arguing with himself over the subject. The whistling annoyed him to a degree, but he knew what it was for, as he shook off the urge to sleep. Snow, however, could not fight off that urge and fell asleep down on the third floor.

After a minute of making sure the dog would be fine without him, James continued up the stairs rather quickly. Just as he reached the sixth floor, and therefore everyone else, the gunshots would have been fired at Miray. Whether they met their target was irrelevant to James at this point as he let out a very low, dark, and angry growl that sounded like that of a cornered, hungry wolf.

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Saiga's eyes widened as the whip came at her. She would have let off several shots, herself, had she not first noticed that the whip wasn't hurting her.

Huh.

There wasn't too much time to dwell on the fact, however, as several shots flew to Miray's chest, and her friend, who Saiga had seen earlier, had come up the stairs. She aimed her gun at him, instead, cautious.

God, what a mess.

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When the gun was moving fired Miray was moving. Backing up quickly towards the stairs behind her. At the last second she propelled herself backwards into a revese sumersault as the gun fired. She felt the heat of two bullets miss her bairely. But it was the third that caught and sent her into a swift sideroll into a ironrailing, she regained her balance quickly. A hand went to the burn mark on her armor. A feral sound escsaped the pretahumans lips as she spoke softly "Call your shots next time will you ?!"

Great, again, and she just got it cleaned too! As a result, her already sour mood got worse. She brought up her pistol, the massive weapon looked too big for her hand, yet she used it with practised skill, and aimed at Nathan, the man that shot her. "You better have cash or rocks on you Spellweaver, I just got this armor cleaned and you burn it with a bullet!" Yes, a mess for sure indeed.

Miray was not happy either. Three shots, all when she was asking her question. So she repeated herself, now clearly angered with a minor element of control. "Start talking. Do you work for the Count ?" She all but thundered the question as a round was racked in her pistol with a clearly audible CLACK. the 12.7mm round could tear into anything short of duracrete. She did not look too good, nearly sent over the side of the railing and through a window behind her, but for one thing, next shots fired she could easily hit the deck.

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"I'm not sure you understand the concept of law." Nathan remarked, "I don't know who you're talking about, but what I do know is that you are officially under arrest for the murder of Officer Howard Jefferson, and assaulting a police officer. Drop your weapon now and surrender yourself or I will be forced to shoot again. Do not make this any worse for yourself by resisting arrest. You might think yourself some sort of hero bigshot, but I guarantee when the SRU comes after you, you will feel like the smallest fish in the deepest ocean you can imagine."

The officer didn't flinch in the face of the powerful pistol, nor did he turn towards the growling wolfman. He trusted his partner to keep his back covered.

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Hale whirled around upon hearing a bestial growl which he expected to come from some sort of canine, leading to his surprise when he saw it was only James standing there. He wasn't sure if this guy was an accomplice of Miray's, but based on the hostile vibes he was giving off, it wouldn't be wise to let his guard down around him either.

"Stay where you are, and don't think about making any sudden moves." If the fedora sporting officer's demanding tone weren't enough for to get James to comply, the pistol pointed in his direction surely would be.

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James' bestial eyes immediately focused on Hale as he turned and aimed he gun at him. As soon as he saw the gun's barrel, his body started to grow taller and his teeth became sharper. He bared his teeth and growled even louder. By then he noticed that Saiga had turned around as well, pointing her gun at him as well.

This sight made James' body seem to shrink a little, as if he were either intimidated, or was rethinking his initial strategy. The large man's teeth remained sharper than usual, but he returned to his initial height of 6'3. He glared at the two officers in front of him, his teeth gritted tightly.

He let out a loud sigh and his lips met in a scowl, no longer baring his teeth. His dark green eyes flashed yellow for a second and he looked Hale dead in the eye. "The same goes to you..." he sniffed the air, and noticed that Hale wasn't entirely human, and he growled again.

He then glared at Saiga again, noticing how cautious she was by her body language. Normally, he'd take that as a sign to attack immediately, however, there was still Hale to deal with as well. Of course, he could always run and abandon Miray....but that would also include abandoning Snow.

Shit....

In an effort to intimidate at least one of the cops before him, he growled again.

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Saiga didn't say anything, or correct Nathan on the matter. She hadn't been one hundred percent sure it was them, but she was, ah, about eighty, maybe ninety percent certain. She couldn't call it out now, especially when she had been attacked.

"Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head," said Saiga, her gun out and ready to shoot. She kept her eye on James. He unnerved her. They both did. Despite this, she kept her calm. She'd faced a lot of nasty things on the road. This wasn't going to get her so quickly. "You too. No sudden moves."

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"I don't give a rats ass who the SRU is or what it is. I am after one thing and one thing only. I was attacked, we both were, back at Sparrow Mere. Hunters and weres both. We defended ourselves. When the fight was over I looked over bodies. I found he was a cop. So we fled. For all any of us know, one of the Weres did it. And whichever were that it was, is dead." The truth of the matter was, Miray had absolutely no stinkin' idea who killed what or what killed who. And since she was now being blamed for the death when all she was doing was defending herself.

"So now that I have explained myself, answer my question. Or do I have to repeat myself once more ?" She could tell the spellweaver was a man wanting to be in charge of a situation. Her gaze snapped for a heartbeat towards James, she never heard Snow. She spoke up. "So the whistler did his job and put the wrong person to sleep, nice going." Somehow; the idea of Snow being helpless made her mood go just a bit more sour.

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Character Portrait: James Timber Character Portrait: Miray Character Portrait: Saiga Dubicki Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Nathan Andrews Character Portrait: Hale Santiago
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#, as written by Marcus
For those that thought that the city was a safe place from the chaos of the world around them then they found themselves to be suddenly wrong in all manner of thoughts and opinion. A sudden bout of thunder and rain befell the play that was before the gods and the cries of citizens from all sides could suddenly be heard over any uproar that was present. The Damned walked Terra now and the source was from an old abandoned base long forgotten by the war between Terra and Aschen forces, The Council would have its final bitter laugh as one of its biological agents worked its wonders on the infected citizens who forced their way towards the living in this area like a mass of starving souls in search of warmth and food.

The infected did not run or walk alone as those who lived but found themselves tainted with their attackers blood began to rip at their flesh and scream and wail as their pain wracked their souls to the core of their being. "Help me!" One man shouted as he fell to his knees while his infected brother stumbled pass him only to gaze hungrily at the officers before him. "Help me for the love of God, please, help me!" The man shouted again as his twin rushed the cops in an attempt to bite or scratch them and generally do harm while the other infected ones rushed in for their own kills. It was not long before more of them showed up to gaze upon two who seemed to have cover from the police.

"Dear Lord. It hurts!" A woman shouted somewhere in the back as she tore at her loose skin revealing a dark oozing wound underneath her dislocated flesh. The dead and the partially living could not claim to be alone for another force was at work here as they forced their ways into the minds of the infected who could still draw breath allowing their thoughts to shift and change to their own. One man began to twitch and convulse in pain as he began to loose his mind and free will to the beings who invaded his thoughts and once it was done he began to chatter and twitch just as they deemed it.

"The Masters. Do you hear them! They call for our flesh and for the untainted beings that need to be converted....I can hear them scratching at the backdoor." One man began to rave as he rushed a woman on the street who was fleeing from the infected just to rip into her side with his teeth and screamed right alongside her pained yowl as he severed the flesh from her body. "Spread it like fire."

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Character Portrait: James Timber Character Portrait: Miray Character Portrait: Saiga Dubicki Character Portrait: Nathan Andrews Character Portrait: Hale Santiago
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"Yeah yeah keep growling." Hale taunted. "I'll make sure to get you a muzzle." Hale was totally calm despite the potential danger of being in a stand-off with a werewolf. He'd encountered a fair share of shifters throughout his career so he knew what they were capable of.

He glanced at his partner from the corner of his eye as Miray attempted to explain herself. He hoped that she didn't expect to get away with that alone. If her confession did turn out to be true, the fact remained that she tried to murder a police officer moments before. She needed to be held accountable.