Vitreous

In the square as all manner of people would flee, the crow stepped from the pad and reversed his grip on that knife. Shoving it up his sleeve, it disappears without even a peep. A glance back and forth, he'd scan them for signs of resistance or rebuttal. The township on this floor was so gloriously lax. They couldn't give a damn what they were up to, or frankly who they hurt as long as it wasn't sporting royal attire. A fine place for some procurement. Scanning the signs he'd begin to wander, looking for something that would leap out at him as a possible placebo or substitute for manual labor.

As the gas would disperse into a thickened cloud, the man watches on listening for the footsteps. As if right on queue that marching rhythm started to bleed in from the south side. Like bees to honey, the array of metal tin men without souls wormed toward the players as if they'd tripped some sort of silent alarm. Lifting that marble sees it gleam, and with an overhand whip of his hand the thing crashes point blank against the town guardsman's chest plate. A wave of smoke released from pressurized glass, condensed it immediately mixes in the air like water from a tightly wound water balloon. I

A final his of the machine sees that thick glove clasp the dial, slowly spinning it back counterclockwise with a ratcheting sound as it locks back. A little slide pops open on its right most side, near his hand and a little bottle is extended from the door. A clasp of index and thumb sees it turned out, like unscrewing a lightbulb he'd drop the vial into a pouch and pull out another filled with distilled water. Uncapping it, he'd offer it to Mari and let her screw it in. Pushing back toward the main contraption, the little door clicks shut and hides it with only the smallest seam in its brass

The dead stare in a strange silence, until the girl shook her head. Did something break in there? Or was she still functioning on the idea of sleep and a prayer? Attempting to speak her voice immediately choked, the abrasive gas still making it difficult to speak. A fact he knew all too damn well. A glance up toward the chapel as she'd point he'd return and cross his arms in an x pattern toward his chest. Then he'd mimic little legs. The guards were surely out trying to poke every bush and tree just in case it happened to have offended a players feelings. But she opens up her HUD, sending him

A barreling wave of absurdity as they'd scramble for anything orange, hair or cursor. One is clipped down to pieces, catching a knife its chest and as he clasps the knife in both hands attempting to sub divide another, one of those damnable guards starts flailing around like a ravenous animal. On a back foot, the good doctor tries to rush and look for some out. A wide sweep from Mari sees one galivant out of the gas, bouncing across the cobblestone like flat rock on a lake. Colliding with a building, it shatters a wooden cover on a window with enough force for the shop sign to sway. Leaning do

The flare of green glowed like candlelight from one of the large castle walls that adorned Taft's perimeter, the glimmer of a pocket watch as he'd look off into the city as if a silent vigil. The ticker spun, mirroring the clocktower with every passing second. A clutch closed, and he'd begin to walk down its length. His bill directed inward as he ran that thick glove down the length of the side, allowing the wood to splinter in its roughness. It would not permeate his PPE. The town was damn near dead silent, but when the birds were out the rats would play. The darker alleys at the southern sid

Watching in a silent observation as she'd done solely as she was asked, an ode to trust in the same regard to the gamble he had taken to bring her here. Once she had become rather still, the syringe lay empty on her lap he opened the chamber and started to prepare it for a possible future guest. She however would enjoy a much shorter stint, although her little marker would make positioning her much more difficult. Gathering her things into a larger linen bag, he'd sling it over one shoulder and her over the other. It was a fair amount, but not so much that she couldn't be carted. Into a crate

The crow unfolds his arms and offers another resounding clap of those heavy gloves of his, as if to congratulate the woman for being able to look past her own short comings. Having divorced emotion and reason, he'd manage to cut through that overbearing moral high ground that everyone had always taken. Moving off to the cells right, Vitreous opens the clear glass door by pulling a handle. The thing hisses as a billowing chill flows out and starts to skirt the floor. The cold vial of a stored blue hued liquid that would not be unfamiliar to Mari in the slightest. After all it was the same drug

The man continued to scream for a few good seconds before he'd run out of breath, then would end up in a stupor of whimpers and mumbles having spent what he had left in the tank. The good doctor leans and plucks up a clip board and begins to scratch away, lifting an eyelid to inspect his pupil and checking the subjects left wrist with his index and ring finger pressed flat against it. A glance to a clock that ticked away at the wall, he'd note down the time and tap an IV filled with a green fluid attached to the subjects vein. “HEY!” *Thung, Thung* Th abrupt banging rung through

The girl was clearly compromised, the sway and the slurring of her words. The step toward him just increased the invitation, cutting the distance between them so comfortably would make it even easier. Again, it would be a waste to slit her throat but there was room for a gambit. At worst, he'd have to kill her. But maybe just maybe, it might end up being useful. The man would pivot and return the vial to his belt loop, and without any abrupt movement he'd reach for a long syringe held in a strap slung across his chest. A safety measure that he'd hardly ever needed, given it was a lot more barb

The clapping ceased after a brief time, causing him to fish the knife out and slink it low to his right side following the direction of his leg and the handle just above his kneecap. That stagnant and thick air between them would clear briefly, as a pair of colleagues on opposed world views. There was a certain level of annoyance at the thought of having to gut her after all of this, and weighing his options he did. Perhaps she could be chained up? repurposed if she had the kind of mental acuity to understand even a minor pittance as that. Such biomechanics would easily go unnoticed by a large

Three days of silence came and went. Days of isolation and intrigue, filled to the brim with nothing more then tests upon tests. The analysis had gone swimmingly, and both stagnant waters had bore fruit. The stygian had proved a fair source of highly potent muriatic compound while the bioluminescent was a fester site of some bacteria that could be cultured in ways that the game would never be able to perceive. More then enough to work away at even more synthesis, a way of creating things this game had never thought possible. Ingenuity in an extreme that no skill would provide, conveyed in way

The placated whirring of gears as his equipment would continue to drill and concentrate the contents of all that it would lap up. Evidently with a final escape of steam from both sides, the mechanical spider would pop a tiny glass tube out the top and he'd take it before shoving back into his wrist bound condenser. The woman offered her name, causing a brief pause of his fingers as he spun the dials. What was this? Trust? Misguided comradery? Such the trivial slinging of expectation and interpretation on one another, a confederacy of hoping to connect with everyone they met. Led by emotion and

The simple jaunt to a glowing pool. Creatures of many continue to slide in from every hole and rock they could clamber themselves out of, dying readily as they'd evaporate as the contagion set in. It worked, but again its longevity and efficiency left much to be desired. Something that only lasted a few hours and worked in a radius was borderline useless for the primary dispersal. The experience pings he received from the ones that were brazen enough to move for him confirmed the effect, now it just needed a slower death period and better yet transfer medium. 'Stink spray', oh how a wonderfull

Arm held aloft with a hand that damn near made the girls wrist disappear, the knife kept itself pressed against her throat as he'd reach into his rag cover. On an belt, a number of vials and sprays much like a bandolier strung across his waist. A simple bottle with an opaque grey liquid that swirled inside, slid out of its loop as he'd release her wrist. Pressing his index into the top nozzle, he'd start to spray a mist of the stuff onto her skin. An unorthodox recreation of immolation potions and all manner of chemical created a precursor to the final goal, one that he'd hope to perfect one d

The prattling on an on began to fizzle, and with it breathed an obvious interest in his display. A tilt of his head off to one side like a hound, this girl was definitely an odd one. It actually would dig at his pride and self worth, albeit briefly to feel acknowledged. It had been a long time since a chalkboard, a classroom with eyes that matched hers for that brief moment. It was a muddied expression, given her clamp to that weapon of hers hardly went by unnoticed. Blades at the ready, in there spring loaded sheathe beneath his sleeves. Pushing hard causes that device to fold back, and his s

The screech of leather would find itself bested, as the machine on his arm stopped being the only thing creating noise. That long beak conveyed an abrupt turn, sharp and ready to pounce. A knife glimmers as it slides out of its right sleeve, finding its sight locked immediately to a sharp contrast of bright orange hair that sprung cleanly from the black. A battle the thing did not want, was not prepared for this time. Yet instead of blades and blood, it instead began to speak... friendly. Yet could be a trick. That notion dismissed the moment the girl chose to disarm herself, and silently Vitr

The nigh silent outcry of liquid in motion, like rain from a gutter that whispers as it pours. Rough and jagged walls glisten in a bold crimson as the scent of copper fills the air. A facet of a much larger birth, one of malice and decay. The stench, the ripeness, the color. Who in their right mind would ever step foot here? A long bill that protrudes from brackish silhouette, unbothered by the gore or what it stood for. Emerald colored lenses hung just above, a sickly light that broke the void. A small basin to where the river had offered its bounty, a long ragged looking coat opens to reveal

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On the outer wall that ringed the city of Taft, a high rise and perch that overhung the nest of safety to which most believed was truth. The long bill sat silently as it watched on, the nearly shapeless mass of two bodies now dogging the street. One prone and the other frantically moving, like specs at this distance. The flash of color was the major tell, the one that proved to the crow that she had taken the bait. A troublesome shadow was no longer trying to coast behind him. Into his upper pocket, he'd fish a gold chain and remove a small circle of metal. A click of it sees it unfold as a fl

Arrows rain down around him as he'd look up to see if he needed avoid them, yet they'd sub divide and seek the other players instead. But her aim was clearly off, or was it? A glance back to the girl as she'd disappear in a puff of smoke. A callous turn of that long bill would look to the unfortunate woman that sat behind him, still comatose as her fever slowly came down. Clearly he'd found a goody two shoes given the players aim couldn't be that terrible, and that green cursor of hers did a good job betraying her. Down he would lean to his victim prior, gently pinching a strand of auburn hair

Beaten roads through the miasma left in a pungent thick film, yellow and trailing. The stuff would even cling to him but not penetrate the leather adorning his own body, yet it would reek until pulled into a chemical bath. A rough tug of his sleeve would pull the dense gloves up tightly into place, causing the stuff to screech as its pulled taught. Sam was left inside the stuff, having stuck her nose into a matter she was ill equipped to be perusing around in. A section of tinfoil for the raccoon to get its hand stuck in a box for. Another black haired catastrophe, how many was that now? Tappi

The twisting and jerking of the pathetic floundering specimen at his feet would eventually subside, as the toxin would settle in and root itself deep. Interesting, in how it needed to be indoctrinated into a host. A blade, a dart? Too little enters the blood stream, or this case the data stream. Sprinkled on food or shoved down their gullet. The delivery would either be abated or would be trickled to slow. A raise of an index finger toward that glossed blue sky, as if proudly decreeing its success to an audience that it knew not it had. For precisely, to formulate such an effective cure to the

The soul that had found itself out of the dive that he'd wandered himself out of was nursing a belly full of alcohol. A rush of red plastered across his face, a flush of burning beaten across a sweating brow. Droplets of sweat find themselves running from above his eyes, ringing them as they'd drop carelessly from his chin. A white shirt, a leather vest and a burning orange marker lingered above his head. The building from which he came, roared with life and laughter. Excited but rowdy, as the sudden hop of freedom due to the newly unlocked floor. He'd meander away in a stumble, causing a tras

The large gown of crow feathers pool around as the figure leans down, creating a mound like leaves with a hat poking out. Thick gloves that rub together slink apart, finding concealed fingers wrapping around a glimmer upon the backstreets. A turn sees it placed into a pocket, yet in his failure he leaves behind a satchel that fell off his own belt. 5 x Mats, because YEET