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...
The Dead Set 's Ilsa nods along with him. "Then what is an avatar?" She reached into her leather coat, removing her shining cigarette case and removing one of the filterless sticks, as well as the lighter. She places it in her mouth and lights it like before, taking another drag and letting the smoke drift out and linger with it's sweet chocolate scent. Her brain was racked with thought, trying to remember if there were anything called 'Avatars' in Thule Occult research, but she could not place the word to an image. "And the Kinect.. Why move something on the TV..? Why not do it in real life?"
The Dead Set 's Ilsa held the device and her eyes looked astounded, but not like she stared at something foreign. She had no idea how to use it, but scientists at the society worked with things like this, only there was no back.. Or anything to hold. The screen just sort of.. Floated there. "I've seen something like this before.. But I'm not sure how to work it.. What does this one do?" Ilsa took a drag of the cigarette she possessed and placed it on a holder on a nearby ashtray once more.
The Dead Set 's Ilsa glanced over at Jaden like he was a crazy person, mimicking his movements on the screen to scroll.. And scroll.. Until she stopped on the name Benny Goodman. The song was "Sing, Sing, Sing" and guessing what to do next from Jaden's previous actions, Ilsa pokes the song's name and the song started pouring out of the small device. That was new. The woman's expression was that of shock and a sort of wonder as one of her favorite swing songs poured from the technology. "It's so clear, clearer than my records. It's like the band is right her, Jaden! That is astounding.. No Tornado cannon though." She playfully nudged his arm.
The Dead Set 's Ilsa nodded alongside Jaden. "I suppose I do as well. That is quite the.. Err.. Bees knees, yes?" The german woman from the 1940's had no idea about modern slang. She removed her cigarette from the ashtray and took another drag, tapping the ash into the tray's center. "So.. About this Kinect, what was it again? You said something about moving avatars and TV's.. But you never finished. I implore you, I'd love to know more about this more 'Modern age' .. But then again, Modern is quite relative is it not?" The former soldier laughed at her musings. "Is the kinect on this thing?" Her head tilted in curiosity.
The Dead Set 's Ilsa blinked in confusion. She had no idea what to do again, but she was amazed, so that was ok. "Games? Like.. Poker? And Blackjack?" The concept of little men running around jumping on turtles and taking mushrooms to get bigger was quite foreign to a woman of her time, and would probably seem like some sort of silly drunken dream than anything else. "Could you..Uhm.. Explain..? They are.. Like card games.. Right?" She didn't really know any other genre.
The Dead Set 's Ilsa blinked, even more confused. "But.. How would you play the game if you did not touch it? And how are there shooting games if it is not.. a gun?" She poked the screen a few times and somehow got herself to a popular title 'Nazi Zombies'. "..."
The Dead Set 's Ilsa blinks, raising an eyebrow and tapping a duck as it flew up from the grass in the game. She got the first she poked, but the second time she attempted she missed, and she got the horrible, dreaded.. Laughing dog. ".. That's annoying." Ilsa bluntly stated, looking back to Jaden. "So.. Do you still win money on the slot machine, or is it on the TV?" The woman asked, curious of the 2000's even more now. "..I can't bring anything back?"
The Dead Set 's Ilsa blinks and hands the device back to Jaden causally, snatching up her cigarette and taking a drag before she taps off some ash. "I.. Guess I understand. But I do not know of this continuum you speak of. What do you mean?" The former soldier sat on the edge of her seat as she listened, enthralled with the future.
The Dead Set 's Ilsa scratched the side of her head and nodded, taking another drag of her cigarette. "But then couldn't I do that for Germany and win world war two?" Ilsa smiled deviously, a slight mischievous giggle escaping her lips. "That would be a good thing. For me at least, Mister Nazi Zombies." She playfully poked him in the nose. "But I won't... I promise." The woman smiled innocently now, her gloved finger pinching his cheek.
The Dead Set Ilsa giggled with the man and finished off her wine, gazing at the clock nailed to the wall of Gambit's bar. "This has been delightful, really, It has. But the time has flied by quite quickly with your extraordinary little devices and your far-off tales of TV's and 'Kinects'" The former soldier laughed daintily. "But I have to go. This wolf is tired and her commanding officers will scold her quite badly if she lingers in such a strange place for too long." Ilsa stood, and leaning in, placed a friendly kiss on Jaden's cheek, leaving a maroon shaded lip-mark from her make-up on his face. "If you ever see me in here, or I see you, we can talk of the future again, ok?"
The Dead Set 's Ilsa smiles and blows another kiss to the boy, waving. "You too. Gute Nacht, Jaden." The Supersoldat turned on her heel and walked to the door, a gloved hand clenching the metal apparatus and opening it. 'Le Loup' stepped out into the moonlight and was gone.
Scarlet 'Bloody Dame' Jalleppa of the Dead set had been around for quite some time, since the 1920's, but her skin was smooth and pale. Her face reflected beauty as it had for 86 years now, glimmering like the moonlight. Her hair was crimson, as well as her feather boa and the tight red dress that hugged her sultry frame. Everything about her was blood red, even her lipstick and eye-shadow. It was her stage make-up, Jalleppa was a singer and with the blaring lights cast down on her she'd look pale as.. well, paler than usual. She carried a purse that matched her outfit, as well as a fold-up mirror. Her seat of choice was close to the center of the bar counter, ears twitching at the votes for The sexiest women in the world .. She didn't even know that something like that existed!
"Well I'll be, there's a contest for prettiest woman now? Back in my day it took a week for a photograph to even develop, let alone the mail to be devlivu'd." She spoke as if she was ancient, but she hardly looked it. Her slightly southern accent seasoned her words as she coaxed them out.
The Dead Set 's Scarlet giggled as the girl passed, both bloody eyebrows twanged up in reactionary shock to her outfit. If a flapper wore that much.. or less in the prohibition they'd get hauled away by the boys in blue for being naked in public. A sweet sigh escaped her lips as her iced-tea was lifted to them. She took a long sip and let her taste-buds enjoy the lemon flavor before swallowing. Some courage peaking, Miss Jalleppa spoke to Miss Saoirse, beckoning with a waving hand. "Goodness gracious, Child, how did you get two steps out your door without the boys catchin' ya? You must be real on the level, huh?" Scarlet's dress showed a bit of her cleavage and hugged her tight, but that was it.
The Dead Set 's Scarlet bit her bottom lip, eyes shutting with an awkward laugh in tow. Her gloved hand clapsed over her other and opening her eyes once more the southerner spoke. "Too fast for ya? Most people say us from the south talk too slow." She emphasized this by slowing the last few words, giggling. "I'm from a different time, I didn' mean to knock ya egg cattywumpus.. I mean.. I didn' mean to confuse ya." Scarlet winked. "I was jus' wonderin' how you could get away with that sorta outfit without sufferin' a bum's rush or being tied by bulls, I was." Her accent wasn't too thick or thin and it was sweet, comfortable.
The Dead Set extended her left gloved hand, smiling. "Scarlet Jalleppa, Miss Scarlet if ya will, I ain't shcakled to no man, huh?" She winked once more and kept her hand extended.
/me's Scarlet extended her left gloved hand, smiling. "Scarlet Jalleppa, Miss Scarlet if ya will, I ain't shcakled to no man, huh?" She winked once more and kept her hand extended. "I'm a riva'-boat singa', I can cover Soprano and Alto like thick molasses over cookies." Scarlet bragged, multiple boats begged for her to perform with a band to accompany. Rich, Poor, Dry and Leaky, Scarlet sang them all without discrimination. Singing was in her soul..Among other things.
"But why ya gatta get noticed now? You seem just hatched, with all that paint on ya face.. I guess I'm not one to talk.. But I turn ninety two soon! I think I have the right." She didn't look a day over twenty five.
The Dead Set extended her hand for the girl to shake, taking a sip of her iced tea once more and sighed along with her, following up with a laugh. "Scarlet, Scarlet Jaleppa. You can call me Miss Scarlet if ya will, I ain't shackled to no man, huh?" Another wink from her heralded a great big, pearly smile that contrasted nicely with her blood-red lips. "But why ya gatta get noticed now, child? Ya look nearly newly hatched with all that paint on ya face.. Not like I'm one to talk, but I turn ninety-two next week, I think I've earned it!" Miss Jalleppa didn't look a day over twenty-five despite her comment, her teeth normal.. That ruled out vampire.
The Dead Set raised her eyebrows again, giggling. "Who's dreams?" She drew her hand back and set it on her lap, along with her other. Another gulp from her iced tea emptied the high-ball glass, save for the squeezed lemon at the bottom crushed under some evenly melted ice. "Who do you want to notice ya? It's betta to get a head start, practice your trade and impress the right people than to stand half-naked in Gambit's bar of all places. Gambit's bar! You're more likely to be eaten by a demon or squashed by a super-person than anything good!" Her cold hand moved to Beau's and gripped it in attempt to assure the comments weren't made to taunt, her red eyes gazing into the sophomore's. "I can't help caring about girls like you, the Multiverse is somewhere you need to take care in."
The Dead Set 's Scarlet pouted her lip as she received the glare, watching the girl as she hurried away. Her gloved left hand curled into a fist and supported her head in a thinker's pose as she laughed, eyelids closing. "Children these days are so hostile, glaring and running off, away from their elders to plug those little things into their ears.. I would have been beaten for less in my day." Jalleppa reflected upon the past, smiling.
The Dead Set 's Jack 'Jill' Nocta, a feminine man that could pass for a flat-chested woman in the right clothes arrived in Gambit's clad in a white dress-shirt, waistcoat, black pants and leather shoes. His hands were covered with white gloves which contained a small amount of fur inside to warm his hands during this chilling winter in The Multiverse, the right moved quickly to his face and moved up a pair of circular-apertured glasses which rested on the bridge of his nose. He looked hungry.. And.. He was. A regular person would be ravenous but someone that was in a Holy jail knew how to fast.. Very well, as sinner rarely got the chance to give thanks to the Templar's lord... "Urgh.."