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The Dead Set

Marionette-like people, or.. Perhaps people-like Marionettes.

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

Description

People made out of other things, false things. People go missing, then come back different, blank stares replace their once lively gazes, and their flesh, once warm and blushed, becomes pale and cold like porcelain. Though this is easily enough ignored.. Or hidden. Many prominent government and Military officials show signs of The set, if only a little bit.

The Rich, The Poor, The Law-Abiding, The Criminal.

All are welcome to complete the set.


Scarlet 'Bloody Dame' Jalleppa- The Crimson Clad Singer of The Tin-Pan McCoy, a party boat on Ol' Muddy. Scarlet is a Sultry jack of both trades, being a Soprano and Alto, as well as a charmer and.. A frequent user of 1920's Slang. Went missing April 5th 1925, reappeared October 16th, better than ever, but paler than ever, and cold.

Monty 'Big Six' Skelton- A zoot suited, pencil mustached, sharp sideburned, fedora wearing smuggler with a fancy for the M1911's. Thin, tall, but well known for being a dead-eye with his .45's, his name is 'Big Six' because of his strong-arming tactics in his bootlegging operations. You needed something smuggled anywhere you'd ask Skelton. Went missing June 17th 1925, reappeared November 29th, pale and cold.

Ilsa 'Le Loup' Krueger- The German, blonde haired, blue eyed 'Aryan' woman with a voluptuous frame wrapped in a trench coat of strong smelling black leather, leather gloves, a long black skirt, black boots and a black silk scarf. Nicknamed 'Le Loup' for various ramblings of countless mad, institutionalized French soldiers that had escaped her on the field during WW2, never ceasing to scream 'Le loup, le loup! Le femme de diable nous hante!'. Her canines are slightly sharper than normal women, and on full moons her eyes shift from blue to yellow. Went missing May 6th 1945, reappeared May 8th 1945, pale and cold.

Jack 'Jill' Nocta- What all crossdressers aspire to be, 'Jill' was born a feminine boy and he grew into a feminine man..-woman...thing, With a woman's delicate features on his face and narrow shoulders, with the right clothing he'd look like a flat-chested girl. But despite his fantasies Jill wears circular-apertured eye glasses, a white dress shirt tucked into his pants, a black waist-coat, a black leather belt with a golden buckle, black dress-pants, black socks and black leather dress shoes. Occasionally white gloves will cover his hands. Nocta's hair is black, wavy and long, reaching his shoulders before ending. His eyes are dark blue.

When he was growing, his adoptive parents believed that a feminine boy of his kind would face many "Sinful Temptations" and packed him up at Age 15, sending him to a Templar Monastery overlooking the Solinus Sea. Though raised by his parents and the Templars as a devout man of god, Jack was a logical boy and doubted the almighty's existence.. But after the events that transpired in the monastery it was hard no to believe in the darker beasts from the Templar's tales. Jack was practically a maid for the Monks and Templars, instructed to clean all unlocked chambers in the main building (Jack wondered why the almighty wouldn't just clean his 'own manuscripts'). The boy did as instructed, cleaning all the chambers, until one. The door was slightly cracked open and a feeling of dread came over him by even standing near it.. But if he didn't clean them all the Templars would beat him for his insolence..so.. He dared to enter. Inside only a few dark smudges remained, with the smell of burnt robes lingering. Before Jack could retreat he had stepped one foot inside of a sealing circle and quickly shielding his eye with his left arm and drawing back with the right half of his body, was half possessed. Jack's left arm, eye and leg are under demonic control, which, with quick acting from the merciful High-Chanter, were sealed with similar tattoo symbols than those on the ground within the chamber. One on his forearm, one on his shin and one under his left eye. Under huge amounts of stress, pain or under the effect of unholy magic, the binds are broken and the demonic ichor within him triggers a blood-lust and allows for the manipulation of unholy auras, vice versa, the seals placed by the Templars calms Jill and allows him to use Holy chants to dispel darkness.

After this event Jack was kept behind bars for years, under observation from Priests and Templars to evaluate the seal's dispelling power.

Jack Never went missing and.. He was always a rather cold and pale child.

So begins...

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Queen gazed over at Claw for a moment before dismissing him as a threat and looking back to the bar floor. "Oh well.. I lost it. It was starting to get cold anyways. Damn the winter.. In the summer it'll stay at body temperature all night. I suppose that means I'll just have to enjoy the time I have with my loved ones." The Queen reaked of formaldehyde, as Claw Moonbeam would soon find evident.

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Queen's eye shifted to the rafter once more, in a rymthmic, almost robotic reassurance of Claw's location. A normal person would see it as a pain to feel the urge to look despite no curiosity, or threat, or anything, really. But Queen didn't find it annoying. It was instinct now, programmed into her head. Queen wondered who she could kill next. Preferably someone weak.. Maybe a little tubby to retain the extra warmth once the needle pierces the back of the neck and jams through into the medulla oblongata. She wanted a toy.. She ached for it.

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Queen bit down on her lip in irritation. Her head turned to the man and her flat expression curved downwards into a slight smirking scowl. "I wonder why you talk so much. Those like you have lost the ability and regained it. I would have hoped this opened your eyes on how much weight words can carry, and that you should limit them." She answered.

The Queen wanted a toy, yes, a nice, cleanly slaughtered slab of carrion at a perfect 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.. one wound, like the sand slipping through the hole in the middle of an hourglass, dictating how much time she had left with her loved one. The Queen loved corpses. She was, in simple definition, a lanky, skeleton-like, dead woman with a fancy for making love to cadavers.

Disturbing to the normal, even to the others in the Dead Set.

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Queen grimaced in disgust at the dead boy in front of him. She was not one to discriminate between age, or color, or species.. But Gender was a big issue for the Queen. She didn't like anyone living, but women attracted her much more than men could ever. The mere notion of her pressing a dead boy against her to feel his warmth was disgusting.. If it was a girl, however, it would have been snatched from the air instantly and pressed against her bosom.

Though it was not, and, snatched from the air by it's lifeless head it is smashed into a table below violently. Queen crosses her arms in a proud, almost spoiled way. "Hmmph.."

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The Queen crossed her arms and sought to gaze away, her one uncovered eye twitching back over the bodies. Her ears twitched on the side of her head as if the carrion spoke to her. And to Queen.. They did, at least the semi-psychotropic drugs in what used to be her bloodstream told her that. Even though the dead woman tried to resist, as if her 'Royal' pride held more renown then just accepting random corpses.. She could not stay away for long and snatched a still warm mortal coil from the air, this one of a younger, darker skinned woman. She looked that of an Arab descent and the makeup she had applied that morning ran down the curves of her slightly rounded cheeks.

The Carrion was pressed to the pale piece's body, it's head against her chest, eyes facing away. Queen's gaunt fingers ran through her black, silky hair gently as she hummed contently. "How tragic, murdered so young, but now you're with me, right? So it isn't so bad.. Hmm? What was that?" The Queen pressed her ear to the corpse's lipsticked lips and giggled. "Yes, it is rather cold out today, huh?"

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Queen Peered down at the screaming feline, annoyed quite easily. "So loud.. Why is that? Why couldn't they be nice and quiet like you?" Her gaze fell back on her 'plaything', then shifted to Claw "..What should I care..? Well, I suppose you did bring me this lovely young lady.. Maybe a tad more politeness is in order.. Hmm.. I like Kitty cats. They say they guard the paths to the afterlife, and that they will steal the life from young children if they are allowed to sleep in the same room at night. How charming."

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Queen Blinks, her true odd nature reaching it's pinnacle when presented with the cat, holding a corpse. "What was that, Dear? Allergic to cats? Oh, that's horrible. Take it away! I can't have my girlfri-.. Oh, forgive me, honey.. I didn't mean to call you my girlfriend.. It's just.. I thought we had something special.. Don't we?" The Queen had turned the corpse around, it's head limply leaned back. "Outraged? But it.. Isn't my fault! .. I didn't say I wasn't sorry! Please forgive me!" Her own little world..

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Queen bites her bottom lip hard, a blue liquid spilling out of the wound, not because of the screech, she had barely noticed it, or the person leaving. She could care less, they weren't her people, this corpse was. Dead like her. It was nice being with her own people.. And that annoying, unchivalrous, peasant had stopped talking.. It was a good day.

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Bishop Sat at the bar wearily, one hand up to his face, the thumb and index finger around a toothpick. The other hand's fingers were jammed in the gap between his neck-guard and his necrotic flesh. His long white hair was slightly disheveled today, as always, and parts of it hung over the synthetic enhanced eye in place of his former. "Hm.. Bounty hunting. I'm more of a splatter their graymatter and run sort.. But maybe The King.." The Piece thought aloud, commenting about Koinu. It was a habit.

With a sigh he gazed over at Tristan, giving a slight applause to the man's music as a sign of appreciation. After all, anything to drown out the riptides of stupidity in this lair of the wicked.

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Bishop Cursed as the toothpick burned his tongue. He also had a habit of picking up packs of Cinnamon-Stix, pretty much just toothpicks coated in what seemed to be cinnamon flavored lava. Or at least Bishop would have people think, as whenever the stick would touch his tongue for over a few seconds he would cringe in pain, curse and rip the pick out of his mouth, before trying to find a different location that might burn less. "Fuck." The Necrotic's accent twisted the word, making it sound like 'Fack'.

With a shuffle in his seat, the Set Piece's large personal Rail-gun adjusted itself on his back and locked into place. A deeper voice was audible near him as a Knight from his set commented. "I do not see why you maintain your effort to use those whn they pain you so."

The tired French sniper Necrotic stared over at the armored Piece with a look as if someone had forcibly pried his mouth into a half scowl half smile, the toothpick sticking straight out of his teeth and his one emotable eye weary.

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Bishop Cringed as Chad shouted and bit down on his toothpick. "You're not hearing things, people try to blow this rock off the face of the material universe every other Wednesday" Bishop replied, rubbing his right temple in annoyance as the bar's conglomerative populace started to foam over about the comment of shooting big rocks at the rock they were currently occupying.

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Bishop raises his hand and points to Tabitha S, agreeing. "I.. can have some off days, but in the whole scheme of things I'd rather not be completely obliterated. Already died once.. Or twice, no more would be great, thanks." an irritated thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of his nose.

The Knight next to Bishop moves his hand back to his Vibro-sword, in case a confrontation occurred.

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Bishop's white eyebrow twitched in annoyance, waving a dismissive hand at Chad McGilligan "Don't be an enabler, I might be around then."

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Bishop slaps his palm to his forehead, shaking his head disappointedly. "I mean, don't tell him to postpone it, just tell him don't or kick his ass! He only has one follower and himself, how hard could it be?" His forehead was wrinkled slightly in annoyance and his toothpick was snapped in half on the counter. "But if you let him go he's just gunna keep picking up little freaks like that one he did today, and eventually he'll have an army. Hell, he might even hire mercenaries. If he hires a set like mine it'd.. Actually, He should, so I don't die. Just in case." Bishop smiles coyly. He was the most cowardly of the Set.

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Bishop turned in his bar-stool, placing a new toothpick between his teeth. Knight still stood beside him, hand on the hilt of his sword, steadfast already. "Maybe we'll get to see some entertainment tonight."

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Bishop Tilted his head, waving at Chad slightly. "Hey, Brusier. The guy he commissioned into making his big orbital gun is still here. Why don't you strong-arm him or.. kill him? Maybe? I mean, without pillars a roof falls, eh? That Villain only has two. The Piece smiled snarkily, The Knight next to him still holding the hilt of the Bastard sword he wielded.

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Knight scoffed and turned to Bishop as he waited for a fight to begin. The Knight was a dauntingly tall man, at a good Seven feet and more, but he didn't seem to talk much. It was like his armor kept him bottled up within himself. "That one may get himself killed before he gets the chance to build the weapon." The brute hinted silently.

Bishop nodded and adjusted his voice, the enhanced eye in his face zooming on Agito's weapon to scope it out. "That would be convenient. We can't make a move against them or with them until it is our turn, sentenced by the King. An added instinct that I loathe with great passion." A sneer replaced his half-smile and the Knight laughed mechanically.

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Bishop and Knight both laugh at Chad's reaction to the gunfire. One bullet and he was freaking out? Oh dear. With the Multiverse one could only assume. And Bishop had assumed too much of the boy, it seemed. Just a delinquent? Only time would tell. And Bishop had nothing but it. "This looks like it'll get interesting. Could you kill him you think, Knight? Or is he too fast for you?" The Sniper pondered. Knight answered "Perhaps I could, if not I would die and a Rook or Queen would take the field to claim him."

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Scarlet Jalleppa looked like she had just stepped straight out of the 1920's in the attire she wore, a long red, sparkling dress with matching boa, red dress gloves, polished red heels and her pale face expertly coated in make-up. Scarlet's lips coated in a crimson lipstick that mimicked her waving hair that hung down out of the black fedora she wore.

When she stepped into the bar, a few men stopped drinking and laughing and just stared. One or two of them as pale as her. "Ah.. What A charming night, a bit chilly outside, boys.. I think I might have caught a chill!" She swooned, a silk covered hand placed backwards on her forehead, chest pushed out. Some of the men cheered or wolf-whistled, and Scarlet winked, waving them away as she moved to the bar.

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Scarlet peered over to the man and smiled, waving a bit as she batted her eyelashes playfully. "It's my first time here, a friend suggested it, Darling. Could you.. Uhm.." Her eyes traced along his ludicrous straw's design, she laughs silently. "Could you tell me how this sort of machine works, Sugar?" The woman's accent, flowing from her luscious lips was that of a slight southern Twang, but not so much that it seemed slow, it was more of a noble way of talking.