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Rune

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Rune, as played by Script

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So begins...

Rune's Story

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#, as written by Script
In the corner of the Library, as far away from other people as possible, a quiet young man sat on a beanbag with an array of intricately bound books spread around him. Long black hair hung down in front of his green eyes, brushed to one side so as to allow him to read. Silently, he scanned the pages of one of the tomes that he had placed upon his lap, searching.

A woman happened upon the aisle where he was sitting, sparing him only a glance as she made her way towards a nearby shelf. The boy's gaze shot up and he raised a hand to speak, "Ah, be careful, miss!" he called out.

The woman gave him a confused look, hand tugging on one of the books on the shelf. It seemed to be jammed in particularly tightly. "What are you talking about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she pulled the book free with a jolt.

Clunk. Crack.

The sound of splintering wood drew the woman's attention back to the bookcase. The shelf upon which the book had sat clunked downwards, impacting with the shelf below. In a chain reaction of snapping wood and cascading books, each shelf in the bookcase broke under the weight of the one above it, collapsing downwards until the wood and books were scattered at the woman's feet. She stared, gobsmacked.

The boy winced, pulling his book up to his face as though to hide.

What a stroke of particularly bad luck.

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The old wooden doors creaked open as they were forced to move by the demure hand that pressed upon their frame. In with cool afternoon breezes strode a creature wrapped in a inky blue satin cloak that covered her entire form and face. The woman carried a white parasol made of Battenberg Lace, she stowed her parasol and cloak at the umbrella stand and coat rack near the door. Under her wrappings The Stranger was revealed to be wearing a rather antiquated getup. She smoothed the damask of her deep blue dress that clung tightly to her small waist and then bustled outwards. The neckline was square shaped, just a little bit low cut and trimmed with cream colored lace, the sleeves were fitted and cropped at the crook her arm with a bit of the same colored lace as her bodices neckline; it looked like something that would have been the height of fashion in the 1780s.

The smell of dusty old books and glossy wooden shelves filled her nose more than usual today, as she heard some commotion coming from an often disused and very secluded corner of the scholarly building. Fleur stepped quickly over to the area where the accident had occurred.
Fleur’s bright azure eyes widened when she saw the destroyed bookshelves “Mon Dieu! All the precious volumes!” She exclaimed in a near panic.

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#, as written by Script
The woman continued to stare at the disastrous collapse in shock. "I have ... no idea how that happened." she stated flatly, cursing under her breath and deciding to make a hasty exit rather than stay and have to pay.

From the corner, the young man sighed, watching her go. "This is why I stay away from public places ..." he muttered, "Typical that as soon as I find an empty corner people start coming to it."

Rune looked over at Fleur, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. "You should probably leave, for your own good ... that sort of thing happens a lot when I'm around."

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Fleur was more preoccupied with saving the tomes that now littered the floors of Wing Cities Library. She ignored most of what he said and looked over with a quizzical expression “Do you think the shelf is completely destroyed now or might it still be sturdy if we were able to push it back up?” The young looking woman seemed to simply assume that Rune would help her, figuring everyone was just as invested in the preservation of knowledge as she was.

She was, champagne colored curls falling about her waist and silky gown rustling, attempting to push up the colossal bookshelf by herself, but upon realizing all the books had not fallen out, and that they would fall out either way if she tried to lift to shelf, Fleur began to collect the volumes up from off the ground and stack them on a reading table nearby.

The pale Frenchwoman filled up one table and then began handing small stacks to Rune “Could you please set those over there?” she pointed to another table “If all the books are off then they will not continue to be damaged and the shelves will be lighter.”

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"I wouldn't..." Rune began, only to be interrupted by another loud crash, as one of the legs of the reading table broke and deposited half the stack of books onto the floor. He winced. "Just- let me do it," he said, sighing.

Putting his own book aside, Rune stood up and started collecting the books. "Sorry, it's nothing to do with you, but if you try, it'll go wrong in every possible way chance could make it go wrong. Trust me on that one. I shouldn't have come here."

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Fleur whirled around at the sound of another crash “Heavens! There is no soundness of structure in this building it seems.” She shook her head lightly, and her voice was soft and gentle as she addressed him this time “Why is it that you seem to think that all of this is your fault?” She arched a brow at him in slight confusion and looked around worriedly at the scattered books. “Are there no attendant’s working here to help with such a thing?”

After contemplating his words once more she commented “Well, I shall never mistake you for an optimist. What is your name?”

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"Rune. And it's not pessimism, it's fact." The boy replied, tucking a few books under his arm and starting to stack them. "Everyone around me has bad luck, to an absurd extent. I try to keep my distance, but... obviously, it doesn't always work."

He gave Fleur a small, sad smile. "I won't be offended if you just want to go so nothing bad happens to you."

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Fleur guessed at some supernatural origin to his problems, there was always one in Wing City it seemed. But she knew what it was like to feel like one had to keep themselves from the presence of other, she had done so as well when she first killed a human due to her bloodlust which, luckily for Rune, was satiated at the moment.

She clasped her hands in front of her and sighed “So, you isolate yourself? Is it not painful?” In her concern her French accent was thick as treacle.

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"You get used to it, after a while." Rune said, shrugging. "I talk to my family on the phone, and some older friends, but people don't want to spend much time with me in person for obvious reasons."

He shook his head, "I'm just trying to fix it. Somehow. Before then I can't see things changing."

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“You have not always been this way?” she inquired with her own softly accented voice “is it a curse then?” Fleur sat down gracefully on the floor, figuring that if she were to sit in a chair it might just break due to Rune’s unlucky presence. “Then do you have employment?” She figured this awful luck had surely affected his livelihood.

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"Not always," Rune replied, "It's been about three years now. I got on the bad side of some old woman. Of course, she turned out to be some sort of witch, sorceress... I don't know. And she put this curse on me."

He shook his head as he deposited the last of the books on the table. "I haven't found anyone who's been able to undo it. And no, I don't have a job. I'm still relying on my parents. Like a loser, yeah."

He gestured towards the pile of books he'd been reading through in the corner. "I spend most of my time trying to find information on the spell. I moved here just a few weeks ago, my home city doesn't have much magical knowledge available to the public."

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“I see…” She put a dainty hand on her ivory colored chin for just a moment in thought “Why do you not seek out this old woman?” Her voice was now filled with hope “Surely you could make amends?”
She stepped across the pile of dusty books, the scent of the jasmine oil on her skin and hair mingling with that of some moldering tomes, wishing she could help but not wanting to cause more harm to the precious volumes.

“What could you have done to her that would make her want to retaliate in such a way?” Fleur was rather curious now, hoping that the person she was speaking with was not one who went about being cruel to old women.

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"I don't know where she is now." Walking back over to the beanbag, Rune sat, crossing his legs. "And, um... I accidentally ... killed her cat."

He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, "I was trying to reach a book on the top of a shelf in her shop. I wasn't tall enough, so I stood on it. It fell over, I was okay, but... it landed on her cat. She already didn't like me, so I guess she just snapped."

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“Poor darling… I’m sure you apologized?” Fleur was referencing the cat that was crushed to death, not Rune, but she felt sorry for him as well.

“I’m sure we could find her, where was this book shop?” Fleur figured he had already tried this, but one could always give it another go.

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"I tried, but she wasn't much inclined towards listening." Rune said, laughing. "Trust me, if I could track her down, I would have done. She packed up and left a few weeks later, before the curse properly kicked in. I don't know where she went. She didn't talk to many people. It was in my home city, Asta, a few hours' drive away."

The setting changes from Wing City Library to Verinotte Square

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Clink, rattle, clang, clonk.

As Rune made his way across Verinotte Square, he rattled like a bag of bones with the assortment of luck charms that were draped over him and pinned to his bag. The objects ranged from voodoo charms of bone and feathers, to sparkling gemmed amulets and bracelets of silk. As he crossed the square, his eyes wandered to a couple who were stood beside the fountain at the centre of the area. As he watched, the man of the pair got down on one knee, and produced a small box. The girl practically squealed with excitement.

Unfortunately, at that very moment, a magpie was winging its way across the Cursed Wood towards the Hollow. This particular magpie was in a rather foul mood. He had, earlier that day, acquired a rather marvellous shiny bike-light. Though it had been heavy and difficult to carry, he had managed to heft the thing all the way back to the woods and almost all the way to his nest. It had been then, however, that he found himself accosted by another magpie, who had practically tackled him from the air in an effort to steal his wonderful prize.

In the ensuing struggle, the shiny light had been lost to the woods below, and both had flown away with nothing. And so the magpie was positively fuming.

It was then that a glint down below caught his eye. A diamond, bright as could be, being produced from a little velvet box. Suddenly, the day didn't seem so bad. How lucky for him, and how unlucky for the couple below, that he had just happened to be flying low over the square at that very moment. The magpie swooped. The ring was snatched, much to the dismay of the couple, and the magpie winged away.

And then, on its way up, it crapped itself in happiness. The droppings, to add insult to injury, landed neatly in the little box.

Rune winced visibly, as the events unfolded in the space of the few seconds he was watching the couple.

He was keenly aware that their horrendously poor luck was undoubtedly entirely his fault. But he had to go to the shops at some point, right? Right?

Sighing, he pressed onwards. His eyes drifted away from the couple, only to land upon the fallen form of what appeared to be a young lycan child. He gasped, and swiftly ran over to the fallen boy to crouch at his side. "Hey! Are you alright? Hey, say something!" he urged. Rune looked upwards, desperately searching for someone who might know what had happened to the boy, from whose mouth blood was leaking. His eyes fell on the retreating form of a woman, the only other person in the area aside from him and the couple.

"Hey!" he yelled across to the couple at the fountain, "This boy needs help!"

Taking only a moment to abandon their agonised lament for the ring, with some reluctance the two made their way over. "Get him to hospital, or something!" he instructed, "I need to find out what happened."

The young dark-haired man took off after the woman at a run, grimacing with determination. She had a lead on him, and so he didn't catch up to her until she was disappearing into a house some distance away. Gathering his courage, Rune made his way up to the door and knocked. "Hey!" he called, "Hey! Open up!"

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#, as written by Tiko
Upon Maria's initial arrival to Verinotte Hollow she had skirted the town square, but this time she entered it boldly with Biohazard close behind. She hadn't answered his calls as to what they had witnessed from the Shrine of Shrine's, but the glance she gave the child in passing spoke well enough.

It had been foolish to harm the child in the middle of the town square and there was already a growing crowd of people stepping out of the buildings and gathering to the boys aid. Many were too occupied with the fallen child to take note of where the woman had disappeared to, but Maria and Biohazard had had a clear view of the town from atop the shrine and she made for the building directly.

The scent of blood reached her nostrils as she drew close and her lips curled back into what could only be described as a snarl. The young man pounding at the door was swept aside as she slammed a booted foot into the door just below the latch. The amber swirl to her eyes that had been present since her and Biohazard had arrived here in the Hollow left the wolf-mind strong in the woman - its strength evidence in the kick that splintered the door from its latch.

As the door swung open it revealed the grizzly scene within. The heads of the decapitated children, the man and woman hard at work over the as of yet unfinished bomb, and the strange woman seated calmly in a chair. The very same woman that Maria had been seen with the child in the square.

Outside shouts were going up through the square and with Maria's somewhat forward approach, it was likely to draw the attention of others soon enough.

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"Maria, wait! We're not sure what we're getting involved with! You-" He stopped, feeling as though his words were merely useless. He kept quiet, instead, and watched. The Eye changed over again to the heat tracer, seeing several or more bodies within the house. No one could see it, but there was a deep frown on his face. He would have gone in, himself, at that point, but Maria was doing the job for him.

When the door was kicked open, Biohazard had to admit to himself that he was slightly impressed. He reasoned with himself, however...she was a werewolf! And the door was probably flimsy anyway.

As the gristly scene was revealed, the cyborg's hands curled into fists. Children. Children.

"Kid, you might want to move." he told Rune, just as smoke began to form around Biohazard's form.

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#, as written by Teo
A light amidst the darkness of the hollow wandered, lonely, through the street towards the commotion outside the house. A lantern born aloft by a figure wearing a bright red and gold kimono blazed a trail of embers in the air. Achaeos could sense them, the dead, their spirits crying out in pain and torment. They were young, painfully young, painfully innocent. But how, how had their deaths come? Why?

Achaeos' fox-like features carried anger as he strode towards the house. "What has happened here?" he demanded, his long hair sweeping out behind him like a cloak. The lantern swayed with each stride. He sniffed the air for a moment, then wrinkled his nose at what he smelled. The woman that he had seen kick the door down was a werewolf. But it seemed she was not responsible. He would tolerate her presence so that justice might be done.

There were others here too. A young boy covered in odd-looking charms, as well as a man clad in black with metallic attachments, around whom smoke was forming. Achaeos was used to odd people, though, dwelling in Verinotte, home of the supernatural, for an extended period of time. It was a quaint home, a pleasant place for one such as him, though he often had to foray into the nearby city to spend time around the humans there. There were many vampires here, many without solid souls to sustain him passively.

He was stopped at the door a short distance from Biohazard and Rune, unable to see past Maria into the house. Flames danced from his lantern in anticipation. "I sense the dead within. You have my aid, strangers."

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#, as written by Grahf
Well.

This was something.

Dorotea sighed softly as first a knock sounded on the door, then someone chose to simply kick the thing in. Rude people. She shrugged and pressed a point in her throat, activating her Vox Caster, speaking the code words needed to bring aid. See, Pandemic had thought things through, he knew there was bound to be hiccups along the way- he knew Dorotea got bored at times, and got into trouble, so he had placed certain...safeguards in to his plans. "Make it Rain."

Descorp had once been an ally of the vampires, supposedly, and in the time they stayed here they introduced an option- Take a shot, Enjoy the sun. No one questioned this gift horse...so they lined up by the hundreds. Each one taking a shot, that at first was a boon, it allowed the vampires to walk the day again- they no longer had to fear fire, and a few other small perks. What they didn't know, as none of them asked...was that they also allowed Descorp to activate them..and control them, as a kind of Sleeper Cell. As Dorotea spoke the phrase keyed into this block's wireless, about two dozen vampires went berserk. Each one roared like the monsters they were, each one ripped away the clothing that they now found tight fitting and binding...and each one doubled in size as the nanites triggered changes in the musculature and bone structure of each...creating a pack of massive savage beasts.

These monsters smashed in through the walls like a team of SWAT members on angel dust.

Dorotea laughed in glee, this was going to be fun!

At that moment, far above the planet's surface on the Descorp Flagship, the situation was being monitored. Troops were on standby- if things got messy, Nox was going to drop the hammer. A full squad of Chimera were in the transport room, as well as Apex. The combined force would be more than enough to clean up this little debacle. How this group had come to know of the plans was a mystery, but it did not matter. Things would still end in ash and tears.
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"Sir, Pandemic on the line. He says he is minutes away from the location. He will provide additional support." a low level tech spoke out, looking to his boss for confirmation. The inky entity paused a moment, before nodding his support. The being was willing to allow Pandemic to run this operation, but would brook no failure. Should things look as if they were tilting in a less favorable outcome he would beam down there himself.

"Ready the squad anyway, set coordinates for a hot landing, weapons free. This is going to be messy...one way or the other. Remember, if we do this right....we don't get dirty." the being nodded and exited the command hub, heading down the long hallway to the transport room. It paid to prepare ones self for the worst.

Pandemic roared down the road, the vehicle was not long for this world, it had taken quite a beating getting here from Wing City. How had his plans been discovered? There was no paper trail. There was no witnesses..other than the few in town, and they would be simple to silence...so..how? This would require more investigation. But first..it was lunch time. He leaned over and spoke to Mose "Hang onto your butt, we are rolling into a warzone, Kid."