[Nervosa Dementia]

(OOC Note: Karleigh has requested that all members involved in the plot to NOT post hereafter until she gives the ok. Also as a warning, this post will contain some graphic material, discretion is advised.)

A deep, foreboding chill had begun to settle over the small town of Darbyville. Winter's frosty bite hid itself underneath the fall breeze, the stars above bright and brilliant against the cold, indigo sky. The last brown and red leaves clung to their branches in a desperate lovers grasp, embracing the last shred of their lives before falling to dust in the inevitable fate becoming all organic species.

The crunch of dried leaves and twigs was heavy beneath the footsteps of Nervosa Dementia, Darbyville's resident Lich Queen and general s#!% stirrer. Draped in her voluminous blood colored cloak, she carried with her a dark passenger besides the one residing in her dark, sadistic soul.

The meaty husk was still breathing, in a state somewhere between comatose and half dead. Nervosa still carried the small glass bottle in her pocket, making sure she had left no trace of evidence at the scene of her kidnapping. The neon yellow liquid the corked bottle once contained had mixed in nicely with the meat husk's unattended drink inside the warehouse turned dance club. Half the kids in there were in Halloween costumes and slipping pills into each other's drinks; no one noticed her at all.

Slipping deeper and further into the shadows, Nervosa shifted the warm body into a fireman's carry. She hadn't decided yet if she would keep this one or not. That had been the deal: her dark services for a total of 4 bodies she could keep to help rebuild the dark army she had once heralded. Her first attempt at annihilation of the vampires was a complete wash, her young disciples betraying her or turning soft like the mass of dead flesh they were. This time would be different; this time she would pick only the strongest candidates; ones that would be guaranteed NOT to fail her this time.

Nervosa was desperate to rebuild her army, she'd been scrambling for mortal years to find herself some new recruits. If she could not complete her task of massacring the vampires and extinguishing them from the face of existence, she would be punished greatly. That was in her original contract with the devil; destruction of the vampires, or eternity being torn into 4 by the horsemen of the apocalypse. The person she'd arranged this deal with had promised her strong, capable bodies for her assistance. Normally she'd have torn the fools head off and taken what she wanted, but times had changed. Without an army of undead puppets to conduct she was losing her powers and becoming weaker by the day. She needed this arrangement as much as her partner had needed it.

She continued on with the flesh husk, moving further into the shadows towards the arranged destination. She feared nothing these woods had to house, aware that somewhere behind her there were footsteps. She dismissed them to be that of a clumsy bear or elk, nothing of any threat to her. It took more than an animal to destroy a Lich Queen......

[Jessup Growler]

Jessup had been wandering the hallways of Darbyville, mulling over the presence of cats, or the sudden lack there of. They had been dwindling in numbers rather quickly in the last twenty-four hours, and the kidnapping had all but stopped. There HAD to be a correlation between the two. He frowned, rubbing his left palm over his chin, and stopped to glance out of the window. Just as he did, a shadowy figure rushing across the property caught his attention. He zoomed his vision in, thinning his eyes to block out the excess lighting. He couldn't see much, but something was off. Jessup's sixth sense propelled him to tail the odd fleeing figure, especially knowing that the entire school was on house arrest.

He quickly and silently slinked after the figure, and hung back for a moment when she - and the light of the dance provided this evidence - entered the Dance Hall. He straightened up, frowning, and wondered momentarily if he'd made a misjudgment; maybe she was really just sneaking off to the dance. But, no sooner did he resign himself to wandering back up to the school, did the suspect emerge from the Dance with a body. He ducked for cover quickly, and focused in on the body - and recognized it from the student roster he'd studied as Dayton Maxwell, a young boy capable of releasing deadly plant spores into the air.

Off she scurried again, cutting for the woods, where he assumed she would take the poor young student. He placed his hand on his trusty "Helvetica", named after his favorite text. The magic and runes imbued on the silenced .22 cal reacted to his touch, and began to change it's ammunition based on what - or who - he was looking at. It's magic identified the victim's weakness, and shifted to exploding bullets. Once the shadowy female was far enough away from any form of civilization, he emerged from his quiet, stalking pace, and got as close as he dared.

Jessup cocked the gun, aiming it straight at her head. "STOP AND DROP THE BODY. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!"

This post has been edited by Jessup Growler on Oct 18 2011, 11:23 AM

[Nervosa Dementia]

Nervosa stopped at the grunted demand that she drop the meat husk. So, the large clumsy animal that had been following was of the human variety.

Nervosa smiled to herself. There were few things besides Satan himself that she feared in her countless afterlives, and this neanderthal of a man did not frighten her.

She was a full fledged Lich Queen; she had a nearly dead student to use as her personal shield and puppet. She turned to face the man. He was a ginger haired whelp in no later than his 50th year of life, with a wide forehead and movie star sunglasses. She'd eaten more frightening things for breakfast than him.

In a simpering, condescending voice she said,

" Oh, but if I dropped it I'd never be able to get the stains out of it's hide! Heavens to Betsy would my husband be steamed!"

Letting out a forest rattling cackle, she let the magic of the devil do it's work. She placed the meat husk upright, the darkness creating a bond between her and the husk. She entered the young things mind, poking into it's nooks and crannies to see what made this young thing tick. She smiled when she found a memory involving deadly plant spores. When the meld was complete, she used the husk to speak to the ginger haired man,

" If you want to see me come out of this alive sir, I'd turn back the way you came. This lady means business."

Nervosa spoke up from behind her puppet,

" The husk speaks the truth. I can make this kid release plant spores that can kill you before you had time to scratch your nose. So why don't you go back to town, buy yourself a box of doughnuts and pretend this never happened?"

Nervosa waited on edge, ready to use the body to it's full potential. She had many battles to fight and conquer with these meat husks she was helping to collect and she wasn't about to let some hick cop get in the way of her domination of the vampires. She waited for his next move, ready to unleash this body's full capabilities....

[Jessup Growler]

Jessup didn't even waver. He was sure this kidnapper would be apt to using all kinds of tricks; especially being this close to a mutant high school. Either her tricks were real, and he was in fact in danger and needed to open fire, risking the death of one lone student, or she was lying, and he would need to snipe her head and keep the boy alive. By the look of the kid, he was fading fast, and it was clear that what little energy he had was reserved for living, and not his abilities. She was bluffing.

Jessup did not move a muscle, and kept his gun trained on her head. "This is your last warning. I have permission from my authorities to open fire on anyone attempting to abduct anyone, regardless of possible side casualties. You see, we take this very seriously, and all I have to do is explain why I shot you. This isn't the human police. Now, nice and slow, place the body on the ground and back away with your hands in the air. You have five seconds to comply."

[Nervosa Dementia]

Her dark magic holding tight to the meat musk, Nervosa laughed at his threats of human and inhuman police. This man and his gun could not scare her, she had been created in the depths of Hell itself. She called out in a Valkyrie cry,

" Unless you are the Devil himself you have no authority over ME little man!"

With half her will Nervosa held tight to her claim while using the other half to resurrect a large, half rotted grizzly not far away. Once she had hold of it, she threw it into a full gallop towards the man with the gun. She listened to it's thundering, fast approaching steps, calling out once again,

“ I hope that gun has a zombie mode on it, or you're about to be lunch!”

She laughed in delight as the bear came into sight, standing tall on it's hind legs. It's face was half rotted, revealing the skull beneath it's decayed flesh. It's stomach flesh was half gone and spilled what was left of the bears insides out. The smell was that of a thousand morgues combined with a few porta-potties. The massive creature stood nearly 7 feet tall, letting loose a gargled, unearthly roar.

“ All I have to do is say sick 'im boy, and he will rip you to pieces! Still feeling confident in that gun Officer Piglet?”

At that moment, she felt a stirring from the husk and a single thought,

“ Let me go.”

DAMMIT! She thought to herself. The poison's effects were beginning to wear off, being only a temporary measure to help transport the meat husks. She had to get rid of this ginger annoyance before she lost control of the situation.

Giving the signal, the bear began to charge the officer. She grabbed the husk, running full tilt into the forest. Nervosa has never been one to retreat from a battle, but time was of precious importance to her business partner. She was also running out of time with her dark superiors, the blade of the guillotine and pull of the horsemen of the apocalypse tightening around her resolve to not fail. She kept running, holding tight to the meat husk, not looking back to see what had become of Officer Piglet....

[Jessup Growler]

Jessup didn't at first take her seriously; this was just another bluff by a desperate criminal who did not want to get caught. He cocked the silenced .22 semi auto, pulling the slide back. As he prepared to open fire, a rather large and ugly undead bear decided to confirm that she was in fact NOT bluffing, and off she ran. He rounded the gun to the charging bear, and open fired five rounds upon it's head, and braced for impact as the dead bear slid bare inches from his feet. He wasted no time in running after the kidnapper, flinching slightly at the sound of his bullets exploding from within the bear. Exploding bullets, lovely. This was going to be very messy.

Jessup switched his focus back on the kidnapper, and as he ran, did a mental tally of what ammunition he had left in the gun, as he had nothing extra. It was all back at the school. There should be 6 shots left. He had to be careful and accurate, now.

He quickly covered the distance, letting his abilities take over. He aimed, and fired straight at her head - just in time for her to bank off to the right. The bullet missed, and struck the side of Soburo Inc - and exploded. He would have reacted, but there were more important things to take care of right now, even if he just blew a chunk out of the tower owned by the richest S.O.B. in western Canada.

He trailed after her, sticking to the shadows. It was an opportune time to have her think he fell behind to take care of his damage to the sky scraper.

This post has been edited by Jessup Growler on Oct 18 2011, 12:17 PM

[Nervosa Dementia]

Assuming that the rotted bear had torn the ginger haired cop asunder like a fleshy ragdoll, Nervosa ran like the wind. She didn't stop or slow down from her bat out of Hell speed, keeping a death grip on the body. Her thoughts treaded no further than a simple mantra,

“ Must get the husk back to the base.... Musn't fail again!”

Dodging out of the forest, Nervosa ran through the deserted streets of Darbyville. The body was beginning to shift in a drugged up manner, coming out of it's comatose state but not quite fully conscious yet. She made her way through back alleys until finally she arrived at the dumpster behind the town's rinky dink cafe. She sent a cognitive message to her business partner,

“ Let me in! There's someone tailing me and the body is starting to wake up!”

If she had a heart it would be racing like a Kentucky Derby. What if they didn't let her in? What if this was all a setup to have her made the scapegoat of this entire operation? She regretted ever doing business with this hack, she should have never strayed from her mission to kill all vampires.

The body shifted more, becoming more lively. Nervosa removed a scabbard covered knife from her belt and held it to the husk's throat.

“ Move again and I will cut you like a fish.”

Whether the husk understood any of what she said didn't matter. She had to keep control, she couldn't let this mission get f*&$ed up like the vampire annihilation. She backed herself into a dark corner, holding the body close and the knife closer to it's neck. Becoming impatient, she yelled out loud,

” LET ME IN YOU SONS OF WHORES!”

How could this have become of a once mighty Lich Queen, backed into a corner like a scared rat running from a butchers knife? Nervosa contemplated her entire existence, death grip still tightened on the body and the knife. She wasn't going down this easily, she hadn't spent hundreds of years reincarnating to be destroyed like this......

This post has been edited by Nervosa Dementia on Oct 18 2011, 12:40 PM

[Jessup Growler]

Finally, he caught up to her, sneaking in the shadows. He glanced about to catch his bearings; they were in town, by the cafe, of all places. It made complete sense; it was one location that almost every student, teacher, and occupant of DA alike would come frequently enough to not be a suspicious place for people to disappear or re-appear. He couldn't believe this didn't dawn on him before.

Jessup internally swore at himself for missing something like that. Not only did he miss it, the RCMP missed it, his superiors missed it, the psychics at the school missed it, and the search parties missed it! Unbelievable. It was, though, a pretty ingenious spot to store kidnapped people.

"End of the game." he spoke, stepping closer to her, closing the space between her and himself. The alley was cut off in all directions except his; she had no way out. "One last chance to put the boy down, and surrender." he told her, keeping the gun trained on her head.

[Nervosa Dementia]

Here she was, a proud Lich Queen, backed into a corner by a frigging mortal. Somehow the meatbag had managed to take down the bear, a feat she hadn't expected or planned for.

It was more than obvious now that the door wasn't going to open, she'd been cast to the wolves by her traitorous business partner. She was alone now, with this ginger prick ready to blow her away with his gun that managed to kill an undead bear. It was high noon at night, the final showdown between her and this meddling Neanderthal of a man She looked him straight in the eyes and bellowed,

“ You will have to KILL ME before you get this husk back!”

With that, and the most unopportune timing known in existence, the husk woke up. It began squirming, moving to escape her rotted grasp. She desperately clung to him, using every ounce of her dark will to hold him. But every ounce was not enough this time. The body broke free and sluggishly ran for dear life. Now there was nothing between her and the gun. She stared down the barrel of it, jesting to the ginger haired man,

“ Go ahead and destroy me you small man! You think I'm the cause of all the darkness happening around this town?! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HELL IS YET!!!!”

She raised her head to the sky, her lungs filled with a hysterical, hyena like laughter. Nothing mattered anymore on this plane; she had failed again and would surely be resigned of her rank. The breath of the four horsemen and of Satan weighed heavy on her neck, her future to be spent in eternal suffering and damnation. Let this little man and his gun destroy her meat husk, nothing he could do to her could compare to what she would be facing upon her return to Hell as a failure to the Zombie regime.

She held her arms wide open, inviting the little man to get it all over with......

[Jessup Growler]

Jessup watched at the dazed student ran away, wriggling out of her grasp perhaps too easily, stumbling about like Frankenstein, or a-- "A zombie," he finished his own thought aloud. He quickly rounded his pistol on Dayton, keeping feet planted, but his torso turned to accommodate the motion. The poor boy was lost now, and would just run about and do her bidding. That was no life; no one deserved to be the slave of anyone else. He was alive, but he wasn't existing. He wouldn't let him suffer like that.

"Gods forgive me," he spoke, then let fly one of the last few bullets he had. The small caliber pistol ripped into his chest, and the body fell dead upon the grass. Without waiting to watch the impending explosion, Jessup turned to the kidnapper. "You have tried one too many times to get away and to manipulate this; arrest is no longer an option. I'm sorry; I tried to spare you."

Then, without hesitation, as Dayton's lifeless body exploded with the special bullets, Jessup let fly the last five bullets in his chamber.

[Nervosa Dementia]

Time slowed to a screeching minimum, the bullets from the gun coming straight at Nervosa as if slogging their way through mud. She didn't try to move from their path or determine a plan to escape; there was nowhere left for her to run.

She stood there, embracing her fate in Hell. The bullets tore into her dead flesh like a hot knife cutting through butter, leaving trails in the husk she'd spent so many years inhabiting. These were no ordinary bullets, she could feel that now that they had entered her. She knew this really was the end of the line. She howled her final words on this Earthly plain:

“ ALL HAIL THE DARK LORD BEELZEBULB! SATAN FOREVER!”

As she finished her sentence, all 5 of the bullets erupted inside of her. She could feel her evil presence floating up above the physical casing, and she watched herself be destroyed once again for the final time.

What remained after their ignition was a flying, pulpy, bloody mess. Her internal organs and skeletal structure sprayed everywhere in chunks, coating the ginger haired man, the dumpster and the entire back corner of the alley in her cellular matter. Her head had exploded against a wall, the brain matter meshed with chunks of skull bone, scalp and rotted hair painting the corner she'd been backed into. Her detached legs fell to the ground in a limp pile, a testament to the vulnerability of a human casing. All that remained of the corporeal Nervosa Dementia were shattered pieces of mush.

As she floated over head, she turned to see exactly what she'd been dreading for years. There, floating next to her, were all four horsemen; Pestilence, Famine, War and Death. They held between then the chains to which she would spend eternity being torn apart by.

She did not protest as they dismounted their horses, did not try to stop them as she was shackled and chained up. She had made a deal with the Devil himself, and this was a deal one could never go back on. She let all emotional attachment exit her existence as the horsemen begun to drag her through the layers of the Earth, back into the bowels of Hell's fire and brimstone.

Her final thouht before complete detachment from her sense of self was,

“ Goddamn I hate humans.”

She detached completely, the essence of her being blending into the fabric of Hell to be reborn in who knows how many millenniums from now......


(OOC Announcement: This death is the real deal. The character Nervosa Dementia is officially RETIRED to the depths of Hell! Thanks to everyone she's tormented over the years :D It's been a BLAST! *gigglesnort*)

This post has been edited by Nervosa Dementia on Oct 18 2011, 02:09 PM

[Jessup Growler]

Jessup stopped and blinked a few times, wiping the sinews and bits off of his embloodied face. He should have turned, hid, or something, but he was too focused on what had been happening, that he didn't really think about it until loads of little zombie bits were everywhere. He pulled off his jacket, and thankfully his tank top wasn't stained. His pants were, but that wasn't a big deal. Right now, he had to get inside the cafe and see if this was in fact where everyone was being held.

He wasted no time kicking his foot into the door. It easily gave way, and he ignored the alarm that went off in the building. It was a typical storage room, but there was a trap door over in the corner. With no backup and no ammunition, he ventured on into the catacombs of the cafe's basement. The woman had screamed out many times for help, and no one answered, which led him to conclude that no one was here at the moment. It was dark; he felt around for a light switch, and blinked at the sudden flood of light. Once his eyes adjusted, he gasped at what he saw.

Rows upon rows of empty medical chambers, all geared up with IVs and other medical equipment, waiting for someone to be placed inside. The first few looked like they had something in them, and all of them were attached to the main computer at the other end of the large expanse of a room. Jessup strode over to the first pod which contained someone, and his suspicions were confirmed - the missing people were in these pods.

He ran to the main computer, and began hitting buttons - anything that looked like the correct code to open the pods. One by one, they all opened - and a second alarm sounded. The computer flashed something about unauthorized access, and then shut completely down.

"I've got a BAAAAAAD feeling about this. Okay, guys? We need to get you all back to the school. Follow me, okay?" he spoke out, walking over to help the dazed, confused, and memory-less (of a couple weeks, anyway) no-longer-missing persons. He helped them out of their pods, and repeated himself. They all needed to be back safely at the school, and FAST.

((LET 'ER RIP, GUYS! ALL MISSING CHARACTERS CAN AND ARE ASKED TO POST HERE!!!! NO POSTING ORDER, JUST HAVE THEM FOLLOW JESSUP BACK TO THE SCHOOL!))

[Erin Kale]

Erin stumbled out of some sort of pod into what looked like a basement. She swayed slightly, feeling sick and confused. Her head was pounding. She also discovered that she couldn't remember, well, anything. She stood silently, trying to think of something. She remembered wanting a drink and...nothing. She wasn't even sure of her name. What was worse, it looked as if something had been stuck into her wrists. Glancing around the room, she was reminded of a hospital. The thought made Erin want to run away, though she wasn't quite sure why. Her breath quickened and tears spilled over onto her face. She was tired, confused, and felt like crap.

She was suddenly aware of someone yelling. Great, on top of everything, someone was screaming at her. She took a few tentative steps toward the man. Sure, she had no clue whether to trust him, but she wasn't exactly in a position to argue. She noticed other people, teenagers mostly, following his orders. Apparently he was the one who knew the most, and whether he was going to end up hurting them or not, she wanted to get out of wherever she was.

Erin couldn't stop trying to remember who she was, why she was there, or who the heck these people were. The longer she tried, the more she started losing it. In no time, she was hyperventilating. She was too tired to worry about appearances, which she got the feeling she normally cared about. Questions began to surface. What if she never got her memories back? Where the hell was she? How did she get in that pod thing? Why did she have those marks on her arm? How long had she been down there?

“W-what's going on?” She choked out, trying to get control of herself. She took a few more steps. “Who...? Why am I here? What...how, I don't....” She stared around at all the other disoriented people, fear closing her throat. She was pretty sure she'd be screaming if she could find her voice. Stumbling backward, she tried to make herself as small as possible without falling over. “Why can't I remember?”

[Jeffrey McGaine]

When his pod opened, Jeffrey fell straight forward, crashing onto his face. Pushing off with one hand, he rolled over and slowly sat up, groaning quietly. Myriad voices came to him from all around, mixed with mechanical sounds he couldn't identify. Slowly, the sorcerer's eyes opened, and his hand went to his head. The dim light in the room blinded him for a few seconds until his eyes adjusted, then he looked around, trying to get a bearing on where he was. Suddenly, only one thing mattered. Nevermind that he couldn't remember anything since heading to the cafe for some coffee, nevermind that he'd just fallen out of some mechanical sleep thing from, like, Star Trek or something: Erin was crying.

"Erin! Erin, are ye alright?!" Jeff shot straight from his sitting position to a dead run towards his girlfriend, stumbling immediately and crashing once more to the floor, his legs having suffered a couple weeks of misuse. Jeff gave this setback no notice, scrambling back to his feet and taking off again, hopping over Jack to get to her. As soon as he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, murmuring into her ear. "Erin, Erin, it's me, Jeff, ye're okay,sweetheart, ye're gonnae be alright. C'mon, we have ta go, gotta get out a' here." Slowly, he began to encourage her to move, to get up the stairs.

He took no measure to hide his Irish accent. It just wan't important right now. He didn't give a damn about any of the other students collapsing out of the pods, nor about the man yelling to get out. Yeah, he was planning on hanging about here, y'know, because he liked chilling where creepy future tech had apparently kidnapped him and his girlfriend. Okay, that didn't quite make sense; the pod thingies couldn't have kidnapped him, so he must have been apprehended elsewhere and dragged to the pod thing. It was the only thing that made sense. Now, when did that happen? The time between the coffee and the face hitting the floor was-

Wait! Who the hell was this little d*ck yelling at everyone? "Oi! What de ya think ye're doin'? Are ye tha one that took us here, then?" He began preparing himself to launch a magical assault, only to stop dead and stare at his hand. Nothing was happening. He couldn't feel a magical flow of any sort, as though all of the magic within him was gone. Okay, then he'd have to stall the man while he... What? No residual energies in the area? That must mean a mana-sink.

Clever little b*st*rd; anyone who relied on magic would be completely helpless here. Well, that was fine. As soon as he left, he'd get his magic back, and he'd be damned of one little pr*ck would stop him from getting Erin back to the school. Reaching into his back pocket, Jeff felt for the pocketknife he kept, pulling it out and extending the blade. Not much help, only about an inch and a half of steel, but something when his magic wasn't any help. He began to back toward the stairs, making sure Erin was on her way as well.

((Actually, no he won't get his magic back, but he thinks he will. The lab's not even a mana-sink.))

This post has been edited by Jeffrey McGaine on Oct 18 2011, 09:10 PM

[Rohesia Omnia]

Rohesia suddenly felt herself lurch forward, managing to catch herself a little she was able to turn what should have been a less then graceful face-plant into a small stumble followed by a thud on the floor. Her vision was swimming, her head killing and she had absolutely no clue where she was. She shrugged it off though. One thing at a time. First find out where all that shouting was coming from, she sat on the floor for a minute waiting for her eyes to clear up before pulling herself to her feet. Felling her self swaying a little.

She wonder where her brother was. She wished he was here right now, where ever here was. She wished she even knew where here was, there where a few other people up and moving. Not that she recognized any of them. What she wouldn't give for a familiar face right now. Her brother, Miss Hiragashi, Eran anyone. Half of her wanted to scour the floor and try and help the ones who where still struggling to their feet or collapsing out of the pods. The other half of her felt too dizzy and didn't think she could bring herself to turn to look at the other.

Taking a few tentative step she tested her balance. Okay. So she could walk okay. She felt unusually weak though like her entire body was drained. Something was still wrong. More then just dizziness and a headache. She tried not too think too much on it though. For a girl who was usually so brave she could help but feel a small knot of panic deep in her stomach.

Still she forced herself to perk up a little bit, judging by the guy on the stairs with the pocket knife and the general disorientation of the people falling out of the pods panicking more wasn't going to help. “I really think people should stop shouting.” The vampire spoke, her voice unusually timid for her. Still she managed to hide the knot of panic in her stomach pretty well.