Session Start: Sat Apr 19 00:50:54 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030419.log'
<Caladia> NRP: Mmmm, canabalism.
<Ire> Session 43: Hunger Pains
<Ire> Time Chart: June 25th, 2222
<Ire> Location: Building 38
<Ire> GM: *today's heatwave has hit a whole new high. However, the AC is currently running...in the lobby area only*
* Ire sits on the lobby's couch, his head leaned back on it. His mouth is slightly open and snoring sounds emit.
* Stark sits, staring at Ire, in a hypnotic trance from his snoring.
*** Caladia is now known as Unoria
<Ire> Zzzzzz. *he shifts some, but is still fast asleep. The holovid rattles on about an arms-esculation between the warning areas*
* Unoria walks up to Building 38, panting from the hot weather. She is dressed quite differently then when she worked for Ire. She has on a pair of black 'booty shorts', a white halter top.
* Stark throws a pretzel at Ire.
<Ire> ? *opens his eyes*
* Ire glances at Stark.
*** Silouette has joined #taw
* Unoria walks up to the door and knocks.
* Stark is reading a newspaper, not staring at Ire!
<Vile> *Jerry enters, his hawaiian shirt drenched with sweat and is, most likely, smelling a tad funky. He sits his massive bulk on one of the chairs and fans himself with the folder he carries.
* Ire pauses, wiping his mouth and glancing at the door. He glances at Stark, innocent as always, and turns to the open door that Jerry came through, seeing Unoria
<Ire> Come in.
* Silouette is reading a data pad quietly in the lounge.
* Unoria smiles and walks in. "Hey guys!"
<Vile> *Jerry offers Unoria a weak wave, on the verge of a heart attack, what with having to walk about 30 meters to the lobby.
* Ire turns to Jerry, eyeing his condition with a look of mild interest.
<Unoria> Hiya Jerry, good to see you again!
* Ire reaches over and grabs his beer on the table next to him, sipping it as he pauses.
<Ire> Another case?
<Unoria> Hey Ire, Steven around?
<Vile> *Jerry shift, his breath ragged, "Yes...new...case...just came...in.."
<Vile> (er shifts)
<Ire> No, he isn't. I believe he's in Vesperton.
* Stark absently throws a pretzel at Jerry
<Unoria> Well that just sucks...
<Vile> *Jerry snatches it out of midair with his teeth and gobbles it down.
* Ire pauses, momentarily stunned.
<Unoria> NRP: Ooooh, Jerry's got skillz!
* Unoria giggles. "Nice catch!"
* Ire gestures at a seat, still eyeing Jerry with a bit of shock. He addresses Unoria, though
<Ire> Feel free to take a seat and wait for him.,
<Unoria> Oh, thank you Ire!
<Silouette> ...interesting skill there. *still reading*
* Unoria takes a seat on a a chair.
<Vile> *Jerry shrugs, and holds out the folder to Ire, "You....read...me pass...out.."
* Stark quirks his brow.
<Stark> Ire.
* Ire takes the folder from him, leaning back on the couch. He sets one drink down, then flips open the folder as he glances at Stark.
<Unoria> Are you okay Jerry?
<Ire> Yes?
<Stark> I'm beginning to wonder about the sanity of this entire city, with these outlandish cases and... well... *hands him the paper, pointing at an article*
* Ire glances at the article.
<Stark> *'Mayor declares publically that he expects 'Hot, rampant sex.'*
<Ire> I..wonder about Tyler McCabe.
<Vile> *Jerry promptly collapses onto the cool floor. The file contains photos of mutilated corpse - detailed forensic reports say key organs were removed and never found. They also discovered large amounts of teeth marks and chewed peices of flesh.*
* Ire flips the paper back at Stark and looks at the reports.
<Ire> Well, it seems our cse involves a corpse who had it's key organs removed...they weren't discovered again. Also, teeth marks and chewed flesh were found. *pauses, digesting this* Looks like a cannibal.
* Unoria rushes over to Jerry.
<Ire> Or a wild animal.
* Stark continues reading
* Ire looks for more details.
<Vile> *All the victems had nothing in common, and the only link was that each one (5, so far) were on the mailing list for a Home Cookware Delivery service, aptly called "Cookin' at Home".
* Unoria takes her fan from her purse and fans Jerry's face.
<Ire> ......*grunts*
<Vile> *Jerry smiles and scratches at his ear with a hand, like a dog.*
<Unoria> You alright? I don't want to see you passing out alright? Take it easyl.
<Ire> Five victims, the only link in common is that they are on a mailing list for a Home Cookware Delivery service called "Cookin' At Home"
<Unoria> (-l)
* Ire looks to see if he has a list of more people on the mailing list.
* Stark quirks his brow.
<Stark> I don't do canibals.
<Silouette> ...murder by mailing list now? *rolls her eyes*
<Vile> *The regular authorties were on the case, but with the all the War shit going on, they feel their services are needed elsewhere. Hence why it was dumped on the Alt team. Indeed, 3 names remain on the list. Debois, Livingstone, and Janix.*
<Ire> We have 3 remaining names. *passes out a list of the names to Stark and Silouette. Amazingly, Unoria gets one. Perhaps habits die hard with Ire.
* Unoria looks up at Ire, taking the list.
* Ire grabs his comm, radioing a van to meet them outside. He clicks it off absently, looking at the information on the three people as he puts his comm back into his uniform pocket.
* Unoria helps Jerry up and sits him on the chair previously occupied by herself.
<Vile> *Nothing really special about them - 2 are single men, 1 a woman with a family. All have ordinary, regular jobs.*
* Stark stays seated.
<Vile> *Jerry smiles, "Thank..you.."
* Stark just reads his paper.
* Unoria winks at Jerry. "Now take it easy. Rest for a bit before you go in that heat again. It's brutal."
<Vile> *He nods, "..Will..do.."
* Ire stands, holding the list as he walks to the door.
<Ire> I'm going to check out our three remaining people. Anyone who wants to come can come along. I doubt we'll find anything this earlier. Our killer should be...full...
* Unoria turns to Ire. "Can I talk to you for a minute..."
<Ire> Hmmm? Yeah, alright. Sil, can you get the van ready for me if you're going?
* Ire moves over to the kitchen.
* Unoria walks over to the kitchen and leans over the counter to him. "Any particular reason as to why you gave me a sheet?"
* Ire pauses, his look that of confusion, which is quickly replaced with a casual "Shrug off" look for himself.
<Ire> My mistake. I must not have been paying attention. *holds out his hand, as if to take the list*
* Silouette nods and goes to get her calm and calls in a van
* Unoria glances down at the paper... "Mind if I join?"
<Vile> *Jerry promptly falls to the floor as Unoria leaves. "...Floor...cool.."
<Ire> .... That's...against proceedures. Endangering a civilian won't look good.
<Unoria> ... I'm not just a civilian... I used to work for you guys... I've started to think it was a horrible mistake to leave.. *sighs*
* Ire pauses, moving over to look at Jerry, paused out
<Ire> If your decision to return reflects Steven's current condition, then I think it would be a horrible mistake to come back.
<Vile> *Jerry looks up at Ire, "..Go...on...without...me..bring..back...icecream.."
<Stark> NRP: There's always the reset button.
<Ire> NRP: THANK you
* Ire raises an eyebrow at Jerry.
<Unoria> It's not... This has nothing to do with Steven. Surprisingly enough.
<Ire> GM: *the van pulls up outside. The teenager is making out with a chick*
* Ire glances at her. His current feels is masked well by a poker face.
<Ire> And what has?
<Unoria> The fact that I was incredibly happy here. After leaving, I didn't know what to do with myself.. I just feel as if I needed this time away to make me realize this is where I'm supposed to be.
<Ire> .... *rubs his face* Get in the van. Consider today a trial run to see if this is going to work out.
* Unoria smiles and stands up straight.
<Unoria> Thanks Ire.
* Silouette doesn't ask how the kid could drive and make out at the same time.
* Ire pauses, walking back out into the lobby, eyeing Stark reading the paper.
<Ire> You coming?
*** Stark has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
<Unoria> NRP: Guess not!
<Ire> NRP: seems that way.
* Unoria bounces up and down excitedly and follows Ire out the door.
<Ire> Teen: *makes out, the windows steamy up from the hot, sex*
<Unoria> NRP: Mmmmmmm, hot sex.
<Ire> Stark: *doesn't look up* Religious holiday.
<Ire> In the middle of June?
* Silouette knocks on the door of the van.
<Ire> Stark: I don't criticize you for your December shit, do I?
<Ire> Teen: *pauses, then rolls down the window* Yes?
<Ire> ...
* Ire eyes Stark briefly, then walks past Jerry, dropping a popsicle on him.
<Vile> NRP: Senreich: He's JEW! "Quiet!"
* Unoria trots around outside, waiting for them to leave.
<Vile> *Jerry's tongue licks out in a pathetic attempt to lick the dropped popsicle. He stops trying, as it's JUST out of reach. Instead, he settles for just staring at it.*
<Silouette> ...out.
<Ire> Teen: 5 more minutes.
* Ire shakes his head, stepping outside of the building, fiddling with his handguns as he walks up behind Silouette. He holsters them, then sees the scene before him. A familiar twitch appears in the left corner of his right eye.
* Unoria bounces over to Ire.
<Unoria> Sil, it's nice to see you again!
* Silouette pauses, then casually opens the door, and pulls the teen out by the collar.
* Ire pauses, mildly watching Silouette handle the teen. The girl inside, seeing her boyfriend being yanked out, calls Silouette a whore, then exits the van herself, deciding to get out of there while the going is good.
<Ire> Teen: Hey! Leggo!
<Seiya> ...alright. *drops him*
* Ire slides into the driver's seat as soon as Silouette removes the teen, turning up the AC and turning down the music. He unlocks all the doors.
* Seiya turns to Unoria and smiles just barely, but it's alot for her.
<Seiya> ...nice to see you again.
* Unoria smiles birghtly and hops into the passanger seat.
<Unoria> NRP: Seiya?
<Ire> NRP: You remember Seiya, right?!
<Unoria> NRP: Yeah..
<Ire> NRP: It's Sil. Hik just used the wrong window.
<Unoria> NRP: gotcha.
<Silouette> NRP: Shoot... I'll close that
*** Seiya has left #taw
<Silouette> NRP: Maybe I should just use the nick Setsuna, that applys to both Seiya and Silouette ^.~
* Ire drives out of there as soon as Silouette is in the van. Because, as always, Silouette enters the van descreetly and mysteriously. As he's driving along, he looks at the first name, Debois. He begins to drive towards her house.
<Vile> *Debois the mother of 3 - leaving in an apartment highrise. Not far, just a couple of blocks.*
* Ire silently drives along, not saying much. Not unusual for him.
* Unoria uses the dash board as a personal drum kit and goes nuts with her fingers.
* Ire parks in the apartment complex's parking lot. He leaves the car running for a few minutes, then shuts the engine off. He glances at his two ladies, then opens his driver's door and steps onto the hot parkinglot cement. He looks up at the apartment highrise.
<Vile> *It's a tall building, about 30 or so floors.*
* Unoria hops out.
* Silouette steps out, looking up at the building
* Ire glances at the folder, looking up which floor she's on.
<Vile> *She's listed on floor 1. Ha, and you thought I'd make it, like, floor 20 or something.*
<Unoria> I sure hope we don't have to go to the highest floor.
<Ire> Floor 1. Room 109. Everyone, be ready. I doubt our killer is here, but it doesn't hurt to be ready.
* Ire moves forward, passing the possible security guards for the apartment complex with a flash of his badge. He moves along, glancing at the room numbers as he moves by.
* Silouette nods, following... casually.
* Unoria walks behind Ire by a few strides.
<Vile> *107...108....109. The door lies before them.*
* Unoria stands a few feet away from the door.
<Ire> Unoria, you're the most chipper one. Knock on the door and tell her why we're here.
<Unoria> Wow, my chipperness is coming in handy!
* Ire semi-turns his back on the door, surveying the area for anything suspicious. He only spares one glance at Silouette.
* Unoria knocks on the door.
<Vile> *The hallway would be empty. There is sound of approaching footsteps, then the sound of someone fumbling with a lock. The door opens a crack, and woman is looking out, "...Yes?"
<Unoria> Hello ma'am, may we have a moment to speak with you?
<Vile> *She eyes Unoria, "Who are you guys?"
* Ire flips out his badge, showing it to the woman. He keeps his eyes off of her.
* Unoria motions to the badge Ire is showing.
<Vile> *She looks at the badge, then opens the door all the way, stepping to the side to let them in, "Sure. Whats going on?"
* Silouette just stands around casually
<Unoria> There has been a serial killer going around. All the people who have been killed have been from a specific mailing list. You are on the mailing list and we were hoping you could come with us.
<Vile> *She stares at Unoria, "...Is this some kind of joke?"
<Unoria> Ma'am, we wouldn't joke about this.
<Vile> *She runs a hand thru her dark hair, "What exactly did you want me to do?"
<Unoria> We are afraid he is going to strike another person on the mailing list. We want to keep all people out of danger.
<Unoria> Come with us please.
<Vile> *She nods, "Hold on...let me get my children. She turns and heads deeper into the apartment. After a moment, she returns - one child, only a couple of months old, is strapped to her chest. She holds the hand of the second child, who looks about 5.*
<Vile> *The five year old looks at Ire and razzes him.*
<Ire> ...
* Ire frowns, not pleased. He nods at Silouette.
<Ire> Lead them to the van. I'll follow in the rear.
<Unoria> Thank you Ma'am.. *turns and walks down the hall.
<Vile> *The mother follows, the kid in tow. He razzes Ire all the way down the hall.*
<Ire> ...
<Unoria> NRP: Razzes?
* Ire grinds his teeth
<Ire> NRP: Sticks out his tongue, making that...sound.
<Unoria> NRP: Gotcha!
<Vile> *As the Mother would round the corner to head to the main doors, the kid flips Ire off, then is out of sight.*
* Ire covers the rear, his hand on his holster as he moves. He keeps a constant look out on all angles
* Unoria continues walking, occassionally looking back.
<Vile> *The mother follows Unoria outside, a worried look on her face.*
* Silouette idly rests her hand on her sword, still casual about this whole thing...
* Unoria leads the family to the van.
<Ire> Van: *sits out in the parking lot, looking innocent*
<Vile> *She follows, also looking about. Until reaching the van, "Where will you take us?"
* Ire stands around, moving to the driver door
<Ire> Police headquarters. We have a protection area for people.
<Ire> It'll only be until we catch the killer.
<Vile> *She nods, the worried expression never leaving her face, "A-alright.."
* Unoria smiles. "Thank you for being co-opertive." She slides into the passanger seat once again.
* Ire gets into the driver's seat.
<Vile> *The mother climbs in, helping the 5 year old onto the seat beside her, "It's not everyday you get told you're on the mailing list of a serial killer."
<Unoria> This is true.
* Silouette sits in the back
<Ire> It's unusual. *Tells her about the "Cookin' at Home" mailing list*
<Ire> Can you tell us how you came to be on this list?
* Ire cranks up the van and begins to pull out of the parking lot.
<Vile> *She blinks, "'Cookin' At Home'? I recieved a flyer and subscribed. Would this have anything to do with Mister Essex?"
<Ire> Mister Essex?
* Ire pulls onto the main street, heading back towards the HQ.
<Vile> *She nods, "The delivery man. Very polite, always a pleasure seeing him. He's delivered most of the things I've ordered."
* Ire hands her a notepad and a pencil
<Ire> Can you write down how he looks for me?
<Ire> And anything else you know about him?
<Vile> *She takes it, "Ah...sure.." *She begins writing, 'tall, medium build. Glasses, a 'bookish' look. Dark hair. Mid 30's, early 40's.' *She chuckles after a moment, handing it to Ire.*
* Ire takes it.
<Ire> Thank you.
* Ire pulls into the police lot and drives over to the main building. He radios some people to come out and take the family inside for protection.
<Unoria> Which delivery company does he work for? Or does he work for Cookin' at Home?
<Vile> *She nods as she and her family are taken from the van, "'Cookin' at Home', atleast, thats what he told us. I can't believe he'd be part of this...such a nice fellow. Always nice to me and the children."
<Ire> Silouette, run a search for a "Cookin' at Home" for me and let me know what you turn up.
<Ire> And anything you can find on Mister Essex.
<Vile> *The woman looks back, "Mason Essex!"
<Ire> ...Mason Essex.
* Ire nods at the woman.
* Silouette nods and does a seach on "Cookin' at home" first
* Ire pulls away from the building, turning the van around and heading back onto the street, heading now for Livingstone's place. He quietly drives, glancing at Unoria, then Sil.
<Ire> Any ideas?
<Vile> *The woman and her family are carted off. The database processes Sil's search, then comes up with the homepage for Cookin' At Home. Basically, a website where you can order cooking items of all kinds. Been around for a long while.*
<Unoria> Lets wait and see what the others have to say first. Hopefully there's a connection on that Essex character.
* Silouette checks the over all membership listing.
<Vile> *More than a hundred names appear - with 23 delivery men. A Mason Essex is listed number 17, as well a listing of the district he operates in.*
* Silouette pulls up the route lists for Essex, then pulls out her listing of the victims.
<Vile> *Indeed, 4 have been in his district, with one outside of it.*
<Silouette> ...well... that almost matches up...
<Ire> Explain.
* Ire pulls up near Livingstone's place.
<Vile> *Livingstone lives in a planned community - tidy houses, closed together with little lawn space. A car is parked outfront the house. Several houses down, some people are mowing their lawn.*
<Silouette> ...80% of the victims have been on Mr. Essex's route.
<Ire> Hmmm. What number victim was it that was not on his route?
<Vile> *That would be the 1st victum that was off his route.*
* Ire pulls up in Livingstone's driveway.
<Silouette> ...the first murder.
* Ire leaves the van running, obviously thinking and forming theories.
* Unoria is quiet as she looks out the window at the tidy community.
* Unoria then hops out and follows Ire.
* Ire opens his door and steps out of the van, eyeing the building.
<Vile> *The door is slightly ajar, and all is quiet.*
<Ire> ...
<Unoria> NRP: You already left the van. o.o
<Ire> NRP: No I hadn't!
* Ire draws his handguns, eyeing the door.
<Ire> Sil, Unoria, you go in the front. I'm going through the back.
<Unoria> NRP: OH! I read it as you lef the van, running. :P lol
<Unoria> Gotcha.
<Silouette> *nods, and glances back at the Van*
* Unoria walks around, surveying the area.
* Ire reaches in and removes the keys.
* Ire quickly moves up and over the fence into the backyard and out of sight.
<Vile> *The backyard is bare, nothing of special to see.*
<Vile> *An ordinary house, 2 levels. The grass and hedges are neatly cut and trimmed. Everything looks normal..besides the front door being slightly ajar.*
* Unoria walks up to the door, and knocks. "Hello?"
<Vile> *The door opens more, slightly, at her touch. Silence is her only responce.*
* Unoria pushes the door open the rest of the way and she slowly walks in.
*** Sherin-Recitalin is now known as Sherinmir
<Vile> *A long hallway, with a living room off to the right side, stairs on her left. Down at the end of the hall, it turns right -flickering lights can be seen, like candles.*
* Silouette watches the rear for a moment, then moves in after Unoria
* Unoria walks on a angle to the end of the hall, towards the flickering lights.
<Vile> *There is no sound of movement, nothing at all as she approaches the flickering candle light.*
<Unoria> Hrmmm.... *she turns around and looks at Sil down the hall. "Nothing, just a candle."
<Vile> *There is another room there, ya know - from which the candle light IS coming from.*
* Unoria turns to the room on her left now, and peers in.
<Vile> *A formal dining room - all 6 places have been set, all neat and tidy. Several candles are lit on the table. Only one place has been used, the plate splashed with a red sticky substance - blood. Bits of ragged peices of flesh can be seen. Next to it, a glass of empty wine. The napkin has been folded neatly beside the plate, the utensils ontop of it.*
<Silouette> ...someone feasted tonight... *moves in the direction she assumes the kitchen would be*
<Unoria> It would seem so.
* Unoria moves closer and examines the table.
* Ire moves in through the backdoor.
<Ire> Situation?
<Vile> *Indeed, the Kitchen is off of the dining room. Again, neat and tidy with several pots on the stove. The body of Mr Livingstone is on the kitchen table. He's naked, with surgical cuts done to his chest, arms, and thighs. Chunks are missing from the limbs, while organs appear to be missing from the chest area.*
<Vile> *The body is not torn apart, no, not like something Ghoul would do. The cuts were done slowly, deliberate - surgical. Again, neat and tidy.*
<Unoria> Someone's had a nice dinner, and it doesn't seem to be animal meat. Yuck.
<Silouette> ...tastey. *looks around for any evidence that might help... Anything that could identify the murder*
* Ire steps into the kitchen behind Silouette. He pauses, surveying the scene, the merely grunts. He grabs his comm, alerting HQ about the situation and to send someone over to deal with the body and question neighbors. He also goes to describe Mason Essex as a possible suspect and to ask nearby neighbors if they say him in the area.
<Unoria> What you have going on in there Sil?
<Vile> *The pots that were used all belonged to Cookin' At Home.*
* Unoria steps into the kitchen.
<Ire> Sil, was this guy on Mason's delivery route?
* Silouette checks her datapad to check if this spot is on the route
* Unoria spots the man on the table. "Nice.."
<Vile> *Indeed it is. Right next to Janix.*
<Silouette> NRP: Janix?
<Vile> (The last name on the list.)
* Silouette quickly heads out to check the Janix family.
* Ire holsters his guns, moving to follow Silouette.
* Unoria follows Ire swiftly.
<Vile> *Janix lives about 15-20 miles away, in another little planned community.*
* Ire gets in his van and follows Sil!
<Silouette> NRP: Oh, misunderstood
<Vile> NRP: My bad, I should have clarified. 'Right next' as in, next on the delivery list.
* Silouette DOESN'T head to Janix then, just scans the perimeter for any sign of where the offender headed.
* Ire moves out to the van as some patrolmen arrive to handle the crime scene. He ignores the stares by some of the neighbors and gets in, pulling out his folder and studying it.
<Vile> *Nothing would come up of hand - after all, it's a planned community with about 5-10 different kinds of exits. That, and the corpse has been dead a while...*
*** Dahok has quit IRC (Quit: )
* Ire cranks up the van, waiting for his two women to come back. He brings up all the information he can about Mason Essex in the meantime.
* Silouette gets in the van, not bothering to be mysterious.
* Unoria steps into the van and shuts the door.
* Ire pulls out, driving along. He keeps his comm open incase the police he assigned to the murder location find anything. He's unusual quiet, his face grim.
* Unoria turns to Ire.. "What's up?"
<Vile> *The pictures contain exactly the same kinds of cuts they found on Livingstone. Information comes up on Mason J. Essex. Caucasian, male, 39 years old. 6'0, decent build. A picture is shown - a thing face with a long thin nose. Large black rimmed glasses adorn his face.*
<Vile> (er a thin..)
<Ire> Nothing. *glances at the information on Essen as he drives*
<Vile> *His dark hair is parted right down the middle, framing his face.*
* Ire arrives, 20 minutes later, in Janix's neighborhood.
* Unoria rolls her eyes at Ire's response.
<Vile> *Janix's house is listed as #376. They just passed house 372. Down the street, a white van is parked outside a house.*
<Unoria> NRP: yes, 20 minutes later.. she has slow reaction time. lol
* Ire pulls up to the side of the white van, semi-trying to block it in, or at least give it difficulty in getting out. He turns off his own van and steps out of it, eyeing the house.
* Unoria glances at Ire, thena t the house. She steps out and stands on the curb.
<Vile> *The van is branded with 'Cookin' At Home Deliveries'. The front door is closed, and the area looks quiet. It's a one story house, making up for a lack of a second floor by making it larger long-wise.*
<Unoria> Ready?
<Ire> Alright, you two, knock on the front door and try to find Mason if he's here. I'm going to go through the backyard again to make sure he doesn't bolt.
* Ire walks around the house upon completing his sentence, leaving the main mission objective on the two ladies' shoulders.
* Silouette steps out of the van
* Unoria nods then walks up to the door. She knocks
<Vile> *There is no answer - she can hear the muffled noise of music - soft, piano like.*
* Unoria knocks louder. "HEllo?"
<Vile> *Again, no answer.*
<Vile> *Then, the sound of someone vomiting.*
<Unoria> ..!!! *grabs the door knob and pushes it open*
* Unoria stumbles into the house.
<Vile> *The piano music immediatly grows louder as Unoria enters. It's a large open living room, with several rooms off of it. There is a hint of movment, of shadows, from the room at the back of the living room, and on the right.*
* Unoria looks around, and draws her Katana. She moves over to the right. "Get out and face me."
* Silouette draws her black bladed ninjato, and movse in towards the left
* Unoria moves into a room off the right of the living room.
<Vile> *A figure is there, over a corpse half cut up. - Mason Essex. At first glance, it would appear as if he's wearing a butcher's apron. But, under close inspection would reveal it's more of a trench-style coat. It reaches all the way to the floor, obscuring his feet. His face is pale, and he wipes some vomit from his mouth with the sleeve of his coat.
<Vile> *It appears as if Mason can deal with eating organs and whatnot, he just doesnt have the stomach to do the cutting. Odd.*
<Vile> *He backs away from them, seeming to almost glide across the ground - he long coat trailing, "They wanted me too...all of them did..I set them free.."
<Unoria> You sick bastard. *holds her katana out in Mason's direction.*
<Silouette> .........
<Vile> *His eyes narrow behind his thick rimmed glasses, "The unenlightened are always quick to judge what is sane and what is not."
*** Vile is now known as Mason
<Unoria> What do you know what sane is?
<Silouette> ...who said anything about sanity.
* Unoria shrugs, not letting down her katana.
* Mason points with a finger to the table, "That was insanity before I set him free! Look at him? Sane as you or I. My God...it's beautiful."
<Unoria> WHy was he insane?
* Mason blinks, as if surprised by the question. He then shakes his head, "This conversation is over. Who are you people?"
<Unoria> We are the people who are going to arrest you on 7 counts of murder.
* Mason grins, revealing teeth stained pink, from the blood of his victums. "I can't allow that..." *With that, he tugs his coat, tearing the clasps that hold it around his body. The front opens revealing that he has no lower torso. Instead of legs, there are dozens and dozens, if not hundreds, of snake-like metallic coils. Writhing this-way and that, the ends of which are tipped with serrated razor edges.*
<Unoria> Oooh boy..
* Unoria pulls her other katana from her belt.
* Silouette slips into a fighting stance
* Mason smiles and tilts his head - and suddenly, several coils lash out with surprising speed at the two heroines.*
* Silouette flips backwards .oO( ...where is Ire? )
<Ire> NRP: Ire: *faces off against the guard dog*
* Unoria tumbles backwards.
<Mason> *The coils slam into the ground where they were a moment before, smashing the floorboards and digging in. Mason makes no attempt to retract them - For dozens more surge out at the girls again.*
* Unoria slashes at the coils.
* Silouette hops back a little more, slashing down any that manage to get close still
*** Sherinmir is now known as Sherin-Sleepin
<Mason> *Unoria and Sil's slashes find their marks - coils are sliced in half, sparks erupting from the edges. But, like a modern day Hydra, it seems that when one falls, there are 2 more to take it's place. Couches are thrown about the room, and tables and counters are smashed as Mason, smiling like an idiot, lashes out with more.*
<Ire> *a blast flies at Mason from behind.*
* Unoria continues to slash at the doubling coils.
<Mason> *Mason doesnt even turn - several coils lance up behind him are intercept the blast, to have themselves destroyed. Mason half turns his head, "Hmm..3 tasty desserts." *Coils rocket out at Ire, straight as spears.*
<Mason> nrp: and intercept..
* Unoria runs towards Mason, slashing every which way.
* Ire stands there, his handguns smoking. His eyes widen and he throws himself back, his handguns lighting up as he uses his special technique. He fires off two shots, 1300 AP damage each
* Silouette glances around, then moves to the side, "...lots of legs, but this guy can't aim."
<Mason> *The shots drill thru about a dozen or so coils, blasting them to peices before Mason turns and attempts to duck to the left. One blast slams into his shoulder, bring a spray of blood even as it cauterizes it. He screams and falls to the side, clutching his ruined shoulder. His coils begin to falter, as if distracted by his pain, as Unoria slices thru dozens of them.*
* Ire slams himself against the wall of the house, trying to reaim
* Silouette throws a couple Shurikens at Mason tauntingly
* Unoria continues to go nuts on the coils.
<Ire> Mason --- surrender now!
* Mason remains on the floor, tears falling from his eyes as he clutches his shoulder. A coil for every shuriken lances up, intercepting each. But slowly, yet surely, they are beginning to slow. After a moment, they collapse to the ground, lifeless.
* Mason 's face is ghost-white, and he appears to be going into shock.
* Unoria steps backwards, away from Mason.
* Ire lowers his handguns and moves over to Mason. He radios HQ, alerting them to the situation of the culprit, his identity, the location of the house.
<Silouette> ...what the hell is he?
<Ire> He seems to be a cyborg.
<Mason> *One last coil rises up to Unoria, waggling in the air pathetically for a moment before falling to the ground with a dull thud.
<Unoria> Dear lord...
<Unoria> I've not seen anything like this before.
<Mason> *Sirens can already be heard - as having been at Livingstone's place, it aint all that far away.*
<Ire> Not many cyborgs in Mega City, but they're not uncommon. I've never seen any of this make before, though. *he admits reluctantly*
* Mason 's eyes are wide and tears continue to drip down his cheeks, "..I'm sorry...I'm so sorry....but they wanted me too..they all wanted it..I set them free.."
* Unoria wipes the beads of sweat on her forehead.
* Ire glances at Unoria and Silouette.
<Ire> Good work you two.
* Unoria turns to Ire and smiles. "Thank you."
* Silouette nods, then pauses.
<Silouette> ...wait a second... are we... bring one in alive?
<Ire> Unoria, the job is yours again if you want it. But the offer won't be extended again if you leave once more.
* Ire pauses, glancing at Silouette.
<Ire> Yes.
<Silouette> ...I'm going to need a large cup of sake when I get back.
* Unoria 's smile widens. "Thank you very much Ire, I promise I will work harder then before."
<Mason> *Thru the door come armed officers, guns out infront of them, "NOBODY MOVE! ON THE FLOOR! ON THE-oh..you guys. How are you-JESUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER! The hell is that?" *One motions to Mason on the floor.*
* Ire teardrops.
* Unoria shakes her head, chuckling.
<Silouette> ...I think a squid got lost on the way to the see... a horrible, flesh eating squid person.
* Unoria slides her katanas back into her belt and begins to walks out of the house.
<Ire> He's all yours. *walks out*
<Mason> *More officers arrive, as well as paramedics, "Does he need a doctor or a mechanic?"
* Ire quietly walks away from the house and enters the van.
<Mason> *One officer squeals, hopping away from a coil, "Ew! It moved! It touched me!"
* Unoria gets into the van and lights up a cigarette.
* Silouette shakes her head as she walks out
<Unoria> Up for getting a drink Ire?
* Ire glances to see if Sil wants a drink.
<Unoria> A new bar just opened up and I totally want to check it out.
* Ire cranks up the van and begins to pull out of the driveway.
* Unoria puffs on her cigarette as she leans back into the seat.
<Ire> Session Ends!
Session Close: Sat Apr 19 03:28:13 2003