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Lawrence King

The ultimate Bogie Man, ring leader of The Rats

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

Description

  • Aka: Lawrence or Lawrence 'The Rat' King.
  • Ring Leader of a group of spies known as The Rats.
  • Works for: Tesslar as his personal assistant as well as spy. Would do anything for his Master. Has even been known to wipe his arse on occasion.
  • Likes: nothing more than to get his hands dirty. His hobbies include: garoting people, shooting holes in things, making stuff go bang, inflicting pain and injecting as much fear into his victims as he possibly can. You really don't want to cross this guy's path, least of all wave him a cheery hello... because he will simply cut off your hand and most likely feed it to you!
  • Personality: Cold, cruel, calculating, slightly psychotic. Not especially bright.
  • Hates: Everything
  • Appearance: Bald, Oriental, with glacial eyes, scars all over his face and a mouth filled with metal teeth.
  • Attire: Black (of course! Duh!) Mainly a black trench coat or a hooded robe.
  • Weapons: Armed to the teeth (literally!) with knives of every kind, garrote wire, a katana, dual berettas, a taser, a dart gun (when his cronies can remember to bring it!) a couple of grenades, smoke bombs, flashbangs, an SP5K semi automatic 9mm gun, a net launcher, a bazooka and a hoover-like gun contraption used for catching fairies. He's also adept at Kung Fu.
  • Abilities: Shadow Necromancer. Stealth. Able to travel via shadows, and could pop out of ANY one, at ANY time (in order to scare children!) Therefore, your safest bet would be to stay somewhere where there aren't any! (Sorry for not making that clear!!!!)
  • Weaknesses: Though athletic (and scary!) he isn't majorly strong on his own, so is a bit lost without his idiotic cronies. His real strength comes from his powers of stealth and in numbers.

So begins...

Lawrence King's Story

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Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Bombalurina Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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The cloaked feline, who was almost as black as the night itself, stared up the large tent that was plonked in the middle of the street with scathing, yellow eyes. This was NOT what he’d had in mind… and SOMEBODY was going to DIE!
“You IDIOT!” he screamed at the unfortunate man standing next to him. “This isn't the building I asked for! USUALLY they have these things called WALLS! And they tend to be made out of these things called BRICKS! NOT CANVAS!”
The young man quivered, “I-It was all we could find S-Sir,” he mumbled. “We couldn't f-find another estate agent willing to work with you... and everyone else simply refused answer the door…!”
Tesslar sighed grumpily, “FINE! If anyone wants me, I'll be in my room!” And tossed the canvas aside, before storming into the tent.
The man didn't answer. Mainly because he was lying on the ground with his throat severed...
“Lawrence! Clean up that mess!” Tesslar hollered, before walking towards his own private quarters, noticing someone standing just outside. “Ah! Bombalurina, my sweet!” he purred, suddenly the picture of charm. “I don't suppose you've seen my little Pearl anywhere, have you?”
The curvaceous red Somali took a deep drag of her cigarette. “No, sorry,” she said. “Last I saw, she had to go for a lie down… said something about a headache…”
Tesslar tutted, his features folding themselves into something akin to disappointment (a dangerous emotion for ANYONE who happened to be standing within ten feet of him!) before pulling themselves back into one of what seemed to be pity... although it was hard to tell the difference! “Ah... that is... unfortunate...” he muttered. “I was so looking forward to…”
Bombalurina regarded him nervously, but her flagrant demeanour never slipped. Not once. In fact, she smirked and rested her arms upon his massive shoulders. “Never mind,” she said sweetly. “I'm sure she'll make it up you when she feels better. In the meantime… why don't I…?”
“Hmmm…” Tesslar grumbled, “I suppose you'll have to do…”

The setting changes from flora to Gambit's Bar

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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In the far corner, masked by shadows, a man in a black trench coat put the phone to his ear, and spoke quietly into it, “Found it. S'in Gambit's Bar... What do you mean you can't find it!? It's in The Gambit building, you dolt! You can't miss it! Now hurry up! And don't forget to bring the dart gun this time! It's got a friend!”

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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The tension continued for several moments until it was interrupted by Confessor Ayla. Every one of the Mercenaries stopped in their tracks, some of them swallowed hard in fear, the attire was unmistakable, a Confessor of the Emperor was before them.

"By your command." One of the Sergeants said, trying to usher the others out.

"Let's get out of here, before our Confessor changes her mind.."

They started to gather their things, eyes moving to Ayla briefly with trepidation. They wouldn't challenge her authority on this day.

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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Hagan's jarheads turned out to be a little smarter than they looked, much to Ayla's disappointment. She felt Tech Con needed taken down a few pegs, but right now even she couldn't openly move against it without provocation. "A wise choice," she snarled, trying her best to be content with just their fear. "Realize it, or not you all represent both the Empire, and Emperor on this backwater - make their blood run cold in terror, not their bellies rumble with laughter at your drunken antics." No longer interested in her kinsmen Ayla turned away with a dismissive huff. Luckily for Gambit's was well used to such ruckuses, and nobody seemed overly perturbed. Hades, even her sudden actions hadn't seemed to draw so much as a raised eyebrow in this dive. Good.

As she continued her visual sweep of the bar however someone caught her eye. A cliche, gaudy fool in a black trench coat was lurking around the perimeter.

An immediate red flag was raised in the Confessor's mind, the stranger wasn't there before the brawl, and innocent patrons didn't usually use distractions to slip in. To make matters worse as Ayla slunk back into the shadows herself he seemed to be talking to himself - or more likely over a comms device. "So you are organized," she thought. This was interesting, but not without its dangers. Not to her of course, but to the mission, everything about this "mysterious stranger" screamed bounty hunter. If she didn't do anything now he could scare the mercenaries off, and put them on the defensive. Or worse still , send them off grid.

Zues' cock..

Ayla quickly weighed her options, she could probably manage to read the man's lips of she focused now, and either hacking into his comms manually, or just snapping his neck, would be simple enough. Most of the Cabal, she figured, would opt for the later two, but she had a better idea. It was the perfect excuse to tap EVE in. Ayla had a much different relationship with the A.I than her peers, although she doubted the machine was completely aware of it. On the surface, sure; overreliance, the occasional skipped heartbeats, and casual, off-duty conversations painted a clear enough picture, but emotion was forgien to EVE.

With a careful whisper the Confessor reached out to what she considered her only friend, "EVE, trench coat, male, my three. He's running comms, I need you to relay them my way, and if I get a good position run facial rec, okay?"

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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#, as written by Ritnio
"Lady.....I wanna go home..."

Little Aki complained about wanting to go home while tugging on Spike's outfit.

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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  1. Hope this makes sense! I'm sooo tired!

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Meanwhile, the trench coated figure put the phone to his ear once again... “Where the HELL are you?!” he hissed. “No! NOT Gambit’s road! I said Gambit’s BAR!!!” He sighed heavily. “You’ve gone the wrong way, haven't you?” Why was he in charge of these idiots? These dregs of society that no one else wanted to waste time on? (And no wonder!) “Look. Just turn around and meet me round the back of Sergeant Pepper... The BACK ALLEY you blithering fool!!! I've been harpooned… What does that mean!? It MEANS that my cover’s been blown by some Aschen bitch because YOU took too long and got lost, THAT'S what it means!!! Now! I'm giving you FIVE whiskies (that's FIVE MINUTES to anyone with half a brain cell!) before I fill all of your useless, empty skulls with lead! Capiche?!!!”
He angrily stabbed the cancel button on his phone using a studded leather clad thumb, before jamming it back in his pocket! All the while, fixing his icy gaze upon the irritating Aschen Confessor from beneath the folds of his hood, catching her eye. He gave her a sinister smile, and not a well meaning one at that! In fact, it couldn't really be described as a smile... more like a grotesque snarl... revealing a set of shiny, metal teeth! And with this snarl fixed firmly on his cruel face, he melted back into the shadows from whence he had came, disappearing without a trace…!

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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  1. This makes no sense probably. I'll edit it in the morning. Hopefully you get the idea.

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Suddenly feeling unwell, Jazzei rested her head down on her arm… the loud noises in the bar fading in and out… just senseless chatter echoing inside her ears… But then she smelt something! Something foul and horribly familiar, akin to stale blood, mixed with new leather…!
Shaking with fear, she turned her gaze to the corner of the room… and saw it! HIM! His murderous face heading towards her…! “Fooound yoooou!” it hissed…!
“NOOO!!!!” Fur on end, she jolted upright, charged with a sudden stab of adrenaline as she proceeded to leap across the booths, cradling her throbbing arm like it was a newborn baby as she stepped between people and jumped across tables, spilling drinks and sending cards flying everywhere…!
She had to get away from that face…! “He's found me!” She cried. “I have to get out of here!!!”

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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  1. Nice!

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Kurt finally got back from the back room, first aid kit in hand...but now he had a new problem. The dude the cat was apparently running from had found him. Oh well. Time for a classic brawl that only Gambit's could provide.

"Remy...forgive me. Your kid, too. OBREVU!"

Kurt held out his hand and a series of magic missiles streaked forward, targeting the new villain. "We can't get out of here on foot! Hang on to me, I'll teleport us out!"

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Tech Con Mercenaries Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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Diving towards him, Jazzei was only too happy to do just that!

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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  1. Love it!

    by Purplesprout

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Now that the Tech Con mercenaries had filtered out, Ayla would be more or less by herself within the bar; save for EVE's reassuring voice in her ear.

"Accessing local civilian communications.... handshake... handshake... second level clear... I am analyzing the data, this individual seems to be communicating with armed personnel under his employ, I have identified the target."

Jazzimore was suddenly highlighted in Ayla's field of view. While EVE began to make her attempts to analyze, and identify the strange man.

"Analysis indicates that this individual is possibly affiliated with either local trafficking, or bounty hunting groups. Facial recognition has turned up little return... I am currently cross referencing all relevant visual data with the central Imperial Intelligence Database, along with the Inter-Solar System Police, and the Galaxy Police databases; I have made little progress in identifying potential matches."

"Threat level; low." EVE Continued, while running the requests in real time, across thousands of local, and foreign databases.

"Recommendation: If you desire additional intelligence, it is recommended that you identify, and interrogate this individual at your leisure, additional intelligence can be acquired by interrogation of the target entity."

"I will attempt to identify, and track the individuals cellular device to facilitate capture."

EVE's monotonous voice chimed in Ayla's ear, even through the chaos that suddenly erupted.

"Advise: Employ defensive, and diversionary tactics to neutralize magic user before he escapes... Shall I notify reinforcements?"

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Side Alley

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Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Walter Joseph Kovacs Character Portrait: Zodd "The Immortal" Nosferatu Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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On the corner, a man in a black trench coat melted out of the shadows. Moments later, a blacked out Porsche Panamera screeched to a halt in front of him. “Where the HELL have you been?!!!” he snarled as he yanked open the door and got in. “Because of YOU, the fleabag and its friend got away! And now the Boss is going to KILL me. And THEN I'm going to KILL all of you pathetic, useless knuckleheads…!"
He carried on raging, even as the car sped away with yet another screech of burning tyres, leaving behind a cloud of exhaust fumes…!

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Character Portrait: Kurt Bannon Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Lady Spike Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Akine (Aki) Sugardust Character Portrait: Confessor Ayla Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King
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"Hold on to me, kid, I think I know what you were running from now!"

And with that, Kurt waved his hand and said what seemed to be a few nonsense syllables...and then the two of them, the old man and the injured cat woman Jazzimoré, were just...gone. Even before Ayla could chuck one of the Aschen's most potent weapons, the anti-magic grenade.

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Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Bombalurina Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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From outside, a commotion could be heard coming from within the tent, the voices muffled. To passers by, it sounded as though someone was being murdered… but no-one stopped to investigate. For the simple reason that murders were all the rage in this part of town. In fact, they were so common that you could get them to order... and they usually came with a side of chips!
However, if someone had been foolhardy enough to look inside the large, circus style marquee, they would indeed, have witnessed a scene of utter carnage. Several Rats were dead, and Lawrence was pinned to the thick, black canvas with his feet dangling, by a seemingly invisible force! “You let her ESCAPE!!!?” Tesslar roared, his paw outstretched, staff pointing at Lawrence's chest!
“S-Sir…!” Lawrence tried to explain, though it was hard for him to talk- the force was slowly crushing his ribs! “She… she had a friend with her! A Jellicle...!”
That took Tesslar's mind off crushing the man like a coke can for a moment! He paused, arm still outstretched... “A Jellicle you say?” he said thoughtfully. “And... what exactly did this... Jellicle, look like?”
“S-S-Silver... black... tabby stripes! There was also a man with them…!”
“I see. That is… most intriguing...” The Fiend let go of the man, simply letting him fall to the ground in a heap, as he waved the staff and, moments later, a hologram computer screen appeared before him. “Evilyne!” he barked.
There was no answer (and Tesslar's eyes began to glow red!) “EVILYNE!!!” he roared. “Kindly answer me, you useless pile of junk!”
“What do you want?” The computer snapped in a monotone, staccato voice that sounded vaguely female. “I was halfway through upgrading my systems, I shall have you know. Now I shall have to start again. You bastard.”
“I don't care if you were filing your nails!” Tesslar snarled. “I want the names and faces of all the Silver tabbies this side of Terra! And make it snappy!”
The computer appeared to sigh moodily, and, a few, excruciating minutes later, thumbnails began to appear on the screen… over twenty thousand of them!
“Now Lawrence,” said Tesslar. “I need you to be a little more specific. Let's start with: Was it male?”
“Yes sir,” Lawrence quickly replied, and ten thousand thumbnails instantly vanished.
“Height?”
“Around 7,3.”
“Fur. Long or short?”
“Long, Sir.”
“Eye colour?”
“Green.”
“Breed?”
“A definite mix. Not a pedigree. At a push I'd say Maine Coon or Norwegian forest, with a bit of Balinese thrown in.” At that, only five thumbnails remained, and, still holding his ribs, Lawrence pointed to one, “That's him, Sir! That's definitely him!”
Tesslar enlarged the picture, and stood, staring at it for a long time. “Computer! Information on this individual please!” he barked again.
“Need I remind you that my name is Evilyne!” it replied moodily.
“Oh just get on with it, you virus infected Potato! Before I deep fry your hard drive!”
“Munkustrap Grayhame: assassin, status: mentor. Last known location: Gambit’s Bar…” As the computer listed off everything it had on the individual (including his birth date, star sign and family members... all the way down to his favourite childhood cuddly toy) Tesslar stroked the beard-like fur on his chin.
“So?” he mused. “Munkustrap Grahame, eh? My nephew’s killer? Residing here? In Wing City? Well, well, well! That is a turn up for the books. What electronic devices does he have on his person?"
"Target 197 carries a mobile wrist device. A Samsung Wristphone."
"Hmmm. Perhaps I will not kill you after all Lawrence! At least, not today! Computer! Track his phone, pinpoint his location!”
The computer was silent for another few ions (or what seemed like it anyway!) while on the screen, a circular throbber rotated around and around and around... "Negative," Evilyne said (after about ten minutes!) "Target out of range. Do you wish to retry?"
"No just forget it... Yes of course retry you idiotic machine! And keep trying until you locate him!"
Then he proceeded to interrogate the Mage for information on the other man (the one who had helped Jazzei to escape) and when Kurt Bannon's face appeared, Tesslar started to laugh. An evil, insane laugh that reverberated around the marquee and sent icy shivers down the spines of all those present… including a Red Somali queen, who was listening in the shadows...
The laugh was soon followed by a frenzie of stentorian orders, “LAWRENCE! Take your men and search the city! I want the girl AND Munkustrap. Both together! Preferably alive! However, you may kill the old man at your leisure! And don't you DARE fail me this time, Lawrence! Or I will change my mind about NOT turning you into a dust cushion...!”
"Oh, and one more thing," he added, just as Lawrence was about to disappear out of the canvas door faster than bat out of Hell. "Try not to get followed this time! I don't really want to have to kill anymore policemen. They made a frightful mess of my front porch!"

The setting changes from flora to Side Alley

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Character Portrait: Walter Joseph Kovacs Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: Zodd "The Immortal" Nosferatu Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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Christopher J. Richardson stared down with barely veiled disgust at the corpse lying at his feet. She'd been a young prostitute, a poor soul with no way to protect herself other than the dirty route.
She had been the third person killed by "The Immortal" Zodd Nosferatu.
Besides him, the detective known as Rorschach inhaled, smoking a cigarette. It was strange that the man didn't roll his mask up to smoke. But what was stranger was the composition of the mask itself; it was white with black spots that moved and roiled around on it like clouds.
Rorschach exhaled, breathing out a plume of smoke that rose into the air. Then he turned to Christopher. "So what do you think?"
The police officer raised an eyebrow. "Think about what?"
"Well, the murder of course. What do you notice?"
Another odd trait about Rorschach - for some reason he let Christopher figure something out, but then explain it better. In any case, Christopher bent down and looked at the corpse. It was the same as all the others - a person seemingly in the wrong place at the wrong time, always centered around Main Street. This was the second one in the Side Alley.
He peered closer at the wound. As all the others, it had been done with some sort of giant cleaver. The forensic scientists had discovered traces of iron dust on the wounds. And the wounds were, strangely, always centered around dismemberment.
As he looked over the young woman's body, he noticed something. It wasn't something very unusual, but as he saw it, the light bulb came on in his head.
"She's very strong-looking," he said. "Muscular. Built for fighting."
Rorschach chuckled. "She would've had to have been, considering her profession. But what about it?"
Christopher slowly stood up, the puzzle pieces finally fitting together. This case was starting to make sense at last. "The last case had been a construction worker going to work. He'd been very strong too. And Clay had had a past-time of boxing, so he was well-muscled as well."
"So?"
"This demon, this... this Nosferatu... he must be seeking strong people for a fight! He must be some sort of vengeance demon."
Christopher couldn't see Rorschach's face, but he could sort of feel that the detective was smiling. "Now you're catching on. But if he were a vengeance demon, why would he kill them if they hadn't done anything?"
Christopher's face fell. "Um... I... I don't-"
"Think, man," Rorschach interrupted, grasping the police officer's shoulder. "You said that the people who died were built for fighting. If Zodd is a vengeance demon looking for a fight, then what do you think they must have done?"
Realization crashed upon the constable like strong waves upon a beach. "They tried to fight back."
Rorschach smiled. "Bingo."
Christopher began to pace. "They tried to fight him. Foolishness of course, as he was a demon, but they had to defend themselves. The construction worker with his hammer, the young woman with a knife she had hidden in her boot. By trying to fight him, they'd only invoked his rage."
"Thus, he'll be searching around for more strong folks to massacre. Which could be bad, considering what's coming up soon."
"What do you mean?"
Rorschach turned aside to exhale, and then tossed his cigarette in a nearby dumpster. He then started walking out of the alleyway. Confused, Christopher followed along. Finally, Rorschach stopped at the front of Gambit's Bar, and pointed to a poster taped to the front window that read "Upcoming Wrestling Event This Week!!! Pro Wrestlers From All Over The Multiverse To The Terran Wrestling Arena This Weekend!!! One Night Only!!! BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!!!!!"
Christopher gasped softly. "Oh no. This is not good."
"Yup," Rorschach said, pulling out a bottle of brandy and swigging it through his mask. How does he even do that? Christopher wondered. "Our happy little demon friend will be drawn there like moths to a lamp. Worse still, we don't have enough time to cancel it. It begins in two hours."
"Two hours?! We have to get there and stop him!"
"I agree, friend, so we better hurry up and get there." With that, the two started to run across the crosswalk. Out of nowhere, a dark and sleek car with blacked out windows sped by, running the green light. It would have flattened Christopher if Rorschach hadn't held him back in time.
"Hey! Asshole! You just ran a green light!" the detective shouted at the car, shaking the bottle at it. The driver continued on speeding away.
As they reached the other side without any other mishaps, Christopher pulled out his walkie-talkie. "This is Christopher J. Richardson. A blacked-out Porsche - license plate 89E 7O1 - speeding, running green lights, and nearly harming pedestrians on Main Street. Send out a unit or two to pull him over. Over."
The officer on the other end responded, "We copy, sending two units to track and subdue Porsche 89E 7O1. Over and out."
As Christopher put his walkie-talkie away, Rorschach grabbed his hand. "Stop socializing and hurry! We have a mass murderer to stop!" And thus, the two ran along towards the Arena, the area where the event was to be held.

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Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Bombalurina Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats Character Portrait: Mithrael
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It started at midnight.
The prisoners were bundled out of the Marquee one by one and transferred to a blacked out minibus, with blindfolds over their eyes, and some with paws tied behind their backs (the squeaking fairies had been shut inside a special box which prevented them from using their magic; whereas the Alicorn had had its hooves clapped in chains.)
The Marquee was then quickly dismantled and stode away inside the boot of the bus, before it drove silently away, leaving behind no trace, aside from a few particles of dust blowing in the wind and collecting in the gutter, coupled with a number of stains darkening the cracked pavement...

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Character Portrait: Delilah Moran Character Portrait: Sin'rael Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Bombalurina Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats Character Portrait: Kuze Watanabe Character Portrait: Mithrael
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Taking over The Ghoul had been surprisingly easy. The Boss was apparently away on business, and so all Tesslar had had to do was take over the barmaid’s mind and she had been most obliging after that!
His prisoners (seven Jellicle wives, five fairies, a Mithrall Swan, a rare Origin Fruit Bat, a handful of Pokemon and a blue roan Alicorn) had then been shipped in, in the dead of night, via a blacked out minibus, and were now safely housed inside their bullet and magic proof glass cages.
In slightly better spirits, Tesslar surveyed his new, grand surroundings and rubbed his paws together. It was time to prepare for the show! It was just a pity that he didn't have his star performer...
"Don't forget, this is only a temporary stop off!" he told the prisoners. "Tomorrow, we ship out to our new place of resistance. And I am sure you will find it to be most... comfortable...!" And he started to laugh. A long, low, evil laugh...!

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Character Portrait: Norill Rayl'shyk Character Portrait: Aeka Trysyn Character Portrait: Tuyer Siya Character Portrait: Nebo Senju Character Portrait: Harvey Warren Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats Character Portrait: Smiler Mcpsycho Character Portrait: Evilyne Character Portrait: Narkskull
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  1. Umm. Did you get permission from Lobos?

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At long last, the pub renovations were almost complete. The foundations had been pretty sound, so all that there was to do was to build up on top.
Looking like a Georgian shop front, with square lead windows, black walls for the ground floor and buff walls for the upper, it looked fairly innocuous, and already had a sign outside saying: The Penance Tavern now open. Under new management! Welcome all!
Inside, it was dark and gloomy, with wooden chairs and tables, a pool table (that also doubled as a poker table) dart board and solid oak bar, manned by an odd looking fellow whom Tesslar had met in the market, called Smiler Mcpsycho (So called because, when he smiled, he looked as though he was about to kill you! And most probably was!)
There was also a stage and poles for Tesslar's performers to entertain the guests with while they had a drink or a gamble... And a few had already started to check the place out! However, when they asked Smiler about putting anything on the tab, he simply smiled his ghoulish smile, held up an axe and said, “Give us yeh fingers. Yeh can av em back when yev paid!”
Everything was going to plan. Ok, so it wasn't quite the Slick Cassino that he had in mind, still, it was better than nothing!
Making his way to the combination of steel and reinforced concrete warehouse, Tesslar opened the door with a wave of his paw and entered, the door closing behind him. “Anything happening out there, Narkskull?” he asked.
The cyborg turned away from the wall of screens in his swivel chair and shook his head. “No sign of the escapee or the friend she was with, Sir. We're monitoring every camera in the city though, so it's only a matter of time. He can't hide forever, and Evilyne will be watching when he comes out of his hole-!”
At that moment, there came a frantic bleeping! It was coming from the super computer itself! Narkskull hurried over, punched a button on the keyboard and a map of the city appeared on the monitor, a red dot flashing in the area where the hospital was situated. “Target 254 identified and located!” Evilyne announced in her monotone voice. “Mobile phone signal detected at Wing City Hospital, Level 6. Now can I go back to sleep?”
“No you cannot, you wretched box!” Tesslar snapped. “Get the Hospital up on screen, this instant!”
Seconds later, the screens on the far wall flashed up with images of Wing City Hospital, and Tesslar eagerly zoomed in on one of them. He smiled avidly when he saw a familiar cat woman talking to a strange man outside the Pharmacy. “Found you, my pretty!” He chuckled.
“Warning!” Evilyne chimed in. “Detecting Aschen technologies! Detecting Aschen technologies!”
“Oh no! Not those bastards!” Tesslar groaned, taking up his staff. “Rats! A call to arms! Lawrence! I'm opening a portal to level 6 Wing City Hospital! Find the traitor! Kill her before the Aschen get their stinking mits on her! And I want her properly dead this time Lawrence!!!”

The setting changes from the-penance-tavern to Wing City Hospital

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Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Charles Kesslee Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: Priestess Character Portrait: E.V.E. Character Portrait: Sara Drake Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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Jazzei didn't stop running! Her breath came in ragged gasps and her foreleg burned from the added pressure that it wasn't accustomed to. But she dared not stop! Because she could hear a pursuer coming up behind her, terrifyingly fast for a human! In fact, he was almost on her tail!
Higher and higher she climbed, how many floors she passed she didn't know (she lost count at nine!) But when she passed a sign reading: level 32, she knew she was almost at the top, suddenly reaching a dead end! A fire door! And she was a cat! It was time to morph back! Which she did, in the blink of an eye, threw open the door and charged through it! But where to go next!?
Heart pounding, she ran along the corridor, trying doors left and right…! All locked! But then she rounded a corner and had a desperate idea! In front of her was an abandoned laundry trolley, full of clean sheets and, best of all, uniforms!
So when the man sped around the corner, expecting to find a cat, all he found was a young nurse with long, brown, wavy hair, sky blue eyes and milk white skin, pushing the laundry trolley along towards one of the wards... However, there was a problem!
The shoes she was wearing were far too big, and she had no socks on! Added to that, she clearly had no bra on underneath that pinafore! But, before he could apprehend her, she had swiped her card key into the slot and slipped through the door, slamming it shut in his face!
She knew it wouldn't take him long to get through! And alas! Seconds later, the door clicked, opening with a bone chilling creak...!
Shit! She was at another dead end! She was trapped!!!
But wait! What was that? A hole in the ceiling? It was her only chance! And she only had one shot!
Changing from a human, back into a cat, she leapt onto a table, looked up... and jumped! She would easily have made it… if one of her arms had not been broken! And for a nerve freezing moment she was left dangling from the plasterboard by a single clawed paw, trying to use her opposite elbow to haul herself through the gap!
She could hear him getting closer! Heard the antagonistic laugh at her efforts, as the guy cocked his weapon…! But at last she managed to scramble into (what she realised) was the air vent and hurried through, barely avoiding the bullets that came hissing through the metal just millimetres from her tail!
Finally, she came to a an iron grate and pushed it aside, dragging herself through the gap, and falling ungracefully out of the ventilation pipe, onto the concrete, panting and exhausted!
But there was no time to rest! For there was the Devil incarnate himself! He'd found another way! And it wasn't who she had initially thought it was either! (But someone almost as bad!) “Lawrence!” she hissed. Flanked by four heavily armed Rats!
He grimaced, showing all of his metal teeth, as he pointed his semi auto at her chest. “Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice like a snowman with laryngitis.
Morphing back into her Jellicle form (completely without attire, save for the gold locket around her neck) Jazzei turned and ran! Bullets pinged at her heels, but she didn't get far! There was nowhere else to go, because she was on a roof! And was now looking down at the ground, just under four hundred feet below (or so she reckoned!) There was nothing for it! All was lost! Shaking from a combination of anger, weariness and lack of food, she turned to face Tesslar's Evil Servant. “Ok. I give up. You win!” she said. “You want to kill me so damn badly? Go ahead!”
With tears falling from hers eyes, she spread her arms out. “Well, go on then! Do it! And make it quick! There's someone I wish to join!”

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Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: Priestess Character Portrait: Sara Drake Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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Upon the rooftop a single creature stood at the edge. A golden globe of some form in his black and silver hand. "Oh I wouldnt go that far. Your husband wouldnt want his death to be in vain after all" Came the calm cultred voice of Munkustrap. He turned around and held up the Apple, golden light danced around him and Jazzei, the two soldiers that had chased her fell to the ground simply knocked out by all their own senses going haywire.

Munkus then removed his dark cloak and wrapped it around Jazzei's shoulders. "Come, I have a place where I can help you properly and we can figure this mess out." He told her simply. It was true, he did have a place, a safe place, a place none really knew about safe for a select few, and those few that knew of it so far, was simply only him.

Well, him and Jazzei.

A silver and black patterned formed on the rooftop they stood upon. When it was done formingit was made clear of what it was.

A Transportation Array.

Munkus was getting Jazzei out of there to better safety

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Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: Priestess Character Portrait: Sara Drake Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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Jazzei looked to her left towards the unexpected voice and did a double take...! ::What the-?! WHAT-?!!!! Silver Guy-!? Here…? On the roof like he'd just dropped in to say hi!?::
But before she could ask what the Hell he was doing there, the orb like object that he was holding burst into life, forming a kind of energy shield around them, and knocking Lawrence and his men right out! ::This day just gets weirder and weirder!:: she thought, but felt jubilant for some reason! In fact she had never felt more happy to see someone!
“Well I didn't much fancy jumping off there anyway!” she laughed jokingly, as (with good grace, she thought!) he placed a cloak around her bare shoulders (which were only covered by her fur, along with the rest of her!) and realised she still didn't know his name! Well, there would be time enough for that (and all the other million and a half questions she had!) when they got to wherever they were going. She hoped it had a bed. And food! And a bath!

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Character Portrait: Munkustrap Character Portrait: Charles Kesslee Character Portrait: Terran Liberation Army Character Portrait: Priestess Character Portrait: Sara Drake Character Portrait: Jazzimoré Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats
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Kesslee didn't give chase when the woman seemed to turn into a cat, and scamper off. He simply stood there with a twisted expression on his face. The IIA Agents stayed put as well, if Kesslee didn't give chase, than neither would they.

His eyes moved to the ceiling, as shutters snapped shut all around them. The swirling vortex of clouds, and rainbow light continued to gather around the top of the hospital, followed immediately by a column of rainbow light, which shot into the hospital. Kesslee disappeared in a flash of multicolored light.

The remaining IIA agents considered their options. The ones who revealed themselves and opened fire, that is.

They put down their weapons, and surrendered to the Terra Nova, kicking their Disruptor PDWs away from them, and putting their hands up.

Then they collapsed, every one of them trapped in the room collapsed dead in an instant, each of them taking a fast acting poison, and collapsing in the hospital room.

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On an adjacent rooftop, a pair of Operatives watched the exchange in near silence, EVE Advised that they disengage, so they elected to watch through their scopes.

The setting changes from wing-city-hospital to The Penance Tavern

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Character Portrait: Norill Rayl'shyk Character Portrait: Aeka Trysyn Character Portrait: Tuyer Siya Character Portrait: Nebo Senju Character Portrait: Harvey Warren Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats Character Portrait: Smiler Mcpsycho Character Portrait: Evilyne Character Portrait: Narkskull
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Tesslar and Narkskull watched intently as the scene on the screens unfolded: the silent hospital shoot out, the rivers of blood, dead bodies littering the corridor… Tesslar chuckled. It was like watching a really good war film! He liked war films... but aha! There was Larry and his Rat Crew! Chasing their injured quarry up the stairs and through the hospital…! “Go on! Grab her Man! What is wrong with you!” Tesslar roared at the screens (And Larry flinched as though he could hear him!)
Finally, an image of the roof appeared onscreen and Tesslar chuckled once again. “There she is, my little snitch! You're cornered now aren't you…? Hey! What just happened?! NARKSKULL!”
Narkskull frantically tapped a multitude of buttons on the keyboard...! “Something has knocked the cameras out Sir!” He said. “I can't get them back on!”
“Dang and Blast!” Tesslar railed. “When I find out who is responsible for this, I shall chew them up and use them as Pokemon food...!”

The setting changes from the-penance-tavern to Wing City Hospital

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Slowly, Lawrence began to come round. And so did his four men. “Drat!” he snarled, getting up and dusting off his trench coat. Then he spoke into his wrist phone. “Bitch got any Boss!” He said.
“Then stop standing around like a blinking lemon and get back before the Aschen see you, you idiot!” came the reply.
“Yes Boss,” said Larry, showing his teeth.
“Come on,” he said to his men, and they all dived through a portal that had opened up beside them. As soon as the last man was through, it closed up and disappeared.

The setting changes from wing-city-hospital to The Penance Tavern

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Character Portrait: Norill Rayl'shyk Character Portrait: Aeka Trysyn Character Portrait: Tuyer Siya Character Portrait: Nebo Senju Character Portrait: Harvey Warren Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats Character Portrait: Smiler Mcpsycho Character Portrait: Evilyne Character Portrait: Narkskull
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“Now, Lawrence. I'm going to ask you one more time. WHAT HAPPENED out there?!”
Lawrence was in his usual relaxed repose, hanging upside down in mid air, while Tesslar pointed the staff at his chest! “We were overwhelmed sir!” He explained (though it was hard to speak with the blood rushing to his head!)
“By WHOM!”
“The-the Fleabag! I almost had it, I swear! But then its friend appeared...! And what with the Aschen sticking their oar in where it wasn't wanted-!”
“Which friend?” Tesslar demanded.
“The Silver one! I saw it on the roof! It had something in its hand... a kind of gold orb…!”
“An Apple!” Tesslar whispered, ignoring the rest of Larry's feeble excuses. “So that was what knocked things out!” He looked at his staff, at the ornate holder at the top, designed for holding an Apple Of Eden. “I cannot deny that I have long desired such an object,” he said to himself. “To reunite the Apple with it's staff would make me unstoppable! And then I could finally teach those Aschen Scumbags once and for all, not to march all over MY turf-!”
“Sir! You've got to see this!” said Narkskull suddenly.
“See what?” asked Tesslar, snapping back to reality and letting Larry drop to ground with a dull “thud!”
Narkskull pointed at the wide, LG flat screen, which was tuned to an Aschen News channel:

“Terran insurgents attempt assassination on Grand Confessor Kesslee!” the broadcaster announced.

(“What? That prick that opened fire on innocent civilians? In a hospital no less?” Exclaimed Tesslar, making a great display of tutting and shaking his head. “What a pity they didn't succeed!”)

“While inspecting Terran medical facilities, Grand Confessor Kesslee came under attack from the manifold, vile, and monstrous enemies of the empire,” the voice droned on.

“One insurgent, identified as a young Felid-xenos entity with no known public records, and the alias 'Jazzimore' pulled a vile weapon of destruction against the noble grand confessor; in an unprovoked attempt upon his life. Assisted by the Terran Arch-terrorist Militant identified as Kurt Bannon, the insurgent drew her weapon in an attempt to take Kesslee's life, before fleeing in the presence of the noble Confessor Ayla Kayama, and the members of the Imperial Intelligence Agency's InOps Division, whom valiantly, and selflessly gave their lives to protect Grand Confessor Kesslee.

Agents of the Confessor Cabal, and the Imperial Intelligence Agency attempted to pursue the subjects, but the subjects managed to escape through the assistance of an unidentified felid-xenos entity who has been confirmed as a third militant assisting in the assassination of Grand Confessor Kesslee. (The image of Munkustrap appeared on the screen).

The United Aschen Empire is offering a reward of two hundred thousand cubits to information leading to the identification, and apprehension of these militants, so that they may be tried, and brought to justice to the fullest extent of Aschen Law!

Our noble brothers and sisters serving the Imperial Government will not tire until these vile terrorists are found, and calls out the Terrorists, let them know that wherever they may hide, they will not be able to hide from Imperial justice forever!”


After watching this, Tesslar quietly stroked his chin fur, his mind working overtime. Getting his revenge on Munkustrap would have to take a back seat, for it appeared that a bigger enemy was afoot. A MUCH bigger enemy! And it was time to show them who was boss! They would rue the day they messed with Tesslar! “I'll wash them back down whatever drain they crawled out of!” He muttered darkly.

The setting changes from the-penance-tavern to The Grinning Ghoul

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Character Portrait: Delilah Moran Character Portrait: Sin'rael Character Portrait: Tesslar Character Portrait: Bombalurina Character Portrait: Lawrence King Character Portrait: The Rats Character Portrait: Kuze Watanabe Character Portrait: Mithrael
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“Good evening everybody!” the man in the dark glasses and trilby hat proclaimed to the modest group of individuals who had bothered to show up for the scheduled night. “Thank you all for coming. I, Cassius Countdankworth, will be your host for this evening. And I do hope that you enjoy your evening, while you let us entertain you! And don't forget your free shot to get the party started! Now, without further ado, I bring you: the marvellous, the magnificent, Grinning Ghoul Extravaganza...!!!”
The music began, and with a sweep of his long, black coat, the man (whose hair and beard was also long and black) picked up the microphone and began to sing.
As soon as he began to sing, beautiful women started appearing all over the club, some twirling around polls and others twisting through the crowd as they served out drinks. Every male in the room was truly mesmerized, and by the sight of one woman in particular: A busty redhead who was burlesque dancing onstage, salaciously attired in spiky shoes, fishnets and a tight corset (which was being held together by sheer luck alone!)
Soon she was joined by others and, as the audience members watched the show, transfixed by the staff that Cassius waved as he sang, not one of them noticed The Rats filtering among them, emptying their pockets…!

#”Ow!
Come on!
Yeah!
See-see-see-see-see-come on!
Would you please look at this mother next to me
Frontin' more booty than Peru got keys
Damn, if I don't get that
Wait right there and I'll be right back
Got a new trick in the back of my car
It's kinda like a movie but you're the star
Lights, camera, make a scene
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby
The Endorphinmachine
Yeah, go baby (Go baby)
Tippy, tippy, tin my friend or shall we begin?
Step right up and I'll strap you in
Don't be shy, this won't hurt a bit
Unless of course you don't believe in it
As sure as the dippy dippy wave of my 'do
You'll believe in somethin' before this night is through
Press one for the money, press two for the dream
And get ready for somethin' that you've never seen
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby (Go baby)
Tommy Barbarella, turn it on
Hold up, wait a minute
Ain't no good unless somebody else is in it
You there with the cynical disposition
Perhaps you'd like to join us in a mission
Of fishin' for logic in a think tank
Unless, of course, you're feelin' like a punk and take the bank
But every now and then there comes a time you must defend
Your right to die and live again, live again, live again
Get up, get up, get in
The Endorphinmachine
It's alright, baby (Go Baby)
Don't be shy (The Endorphinmachine)
Yeah, I ain't gonna hurt you
Go baby
Come on, come on (Endorphinmachine)
Well, I told ya (Go baby)
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby, go baby, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Don't make me!
Cass esta muerto
Cass esta muerto
Que viva para siempre el Poder de la Nueva Generacion!”#