The CEO's sleep cycle ended abruptly.

"Boss, they've pulled in someone from Sector 8.18.25 x 16.20.18 and she's very... excitable."

"So send someone to modify the anti-magic wards. What do we pay those Aurors for?"

"Ah, yes. Er, right."

Herald typed another command into his keyboard. "Dawlish, come in Dawlish."

"What's it this time?"

"We've got a Ms. Bellatrix Lestrange on Level 3. You're assigned to cell maintenance."

"You're kidding, right? I haven't had to deal with sentry duty in--"

"Non-negotiable, Dawlish. Hurry up."

*click*

(its good to hear that someone else has taken her place, good job peeps, keep the story moving)

(For the purposes of the RPG, and no evidence from the books either supporting or disproving the theory, I’m going to say that Dawlish was not imperioused into working for Voldemort, nor did he work for him willingly.)

Bellatrix slowly awoke to the sound of a male voice. She opened her eyes just in time to see the door shut behind him. The door had a small white-barred window in it. Had it been there before? Bellatrix couldn’t remember.

She stood up, and walked over to the door. Bellatrix didn’t get a very good field of vision from the window, but she could see what she assumed was a sliding panel that could cover the window. So why is it open?

Bellatrix looked to her left and stared at the short gray-haired wizard standing just out of arm’s reach.

“Dawlish?” Bellatrix said, suppressing a laugh. This would be a lot easier than she had expected. “I’m surprised that someone let you guard a prisoner. By the way, have you ever not lost a prisoner?”

Dawlish said nothing, only staring straight ahead, but Bellatrix saw his jaw clench.

“I suppose you’re not allowed to talk to prisoners,” Bellatrix said smiling. “Or perhaps you can’t anymore. With all the confundus charms that have been cast on you it’s a miracle you can even walk straight, let alone talk.”

Dawlish remained silent.

“Of all the insults your boss has given me assigning you to guard me has to be one of the worst,” Bellatrix said. She could almost see his blood pressure rising. “I don’t think I’ve known anyone else who has managed Outstanding in all their N.E.W.T.’s who was so useless. My sister thinks that you cheated,” Bellatrix lied, “but I don’t think you’re smart enough to have avoided getting caught. So how did you get all O’s?”

“Silence!” Dawlish said.

“Oh did I offend the poor little blood traitor? I’m so sorry.” I’m almost there, Bellatrix thought. “By the way, I’d like to thank your boss for giving me the mudblood Granger. I assume he wanted me to kill her, he left her right where I could get at her,” Bellatrix grinned at Dawlish’s poor attempt to hide his horrified expression. “After all, she died so slowly there was plenty of time for someone to save her if they had wanted to.”

“Silence!” Dawlish shouted.

Bellatrix laughed. “You pathetic excuse for a wizard, you can’t shut me up,” she said, putting a slight emphasis on ‘shut.’ Come on you stupid oaf! Make the connection.

“Oh can’t I?” Dawlish said. He came closer to shut the window covering. “Goodbye, Lestrange.”

Bellatrix grabbed the hand reaching for the cover, punched him in the face with her other hand, and snatched the wand he had raised to stun her.

“Stupefy!” Bellatrix shouted, but the spell only dazed Dawlish. It took three tries to unlock the door, and by that time Dawlish had almost recovered, and was reaching for what looked like a thick, ugly bracelet on his left wrist.

“Accio!” Bellatrix shouted. Dawlish yelled as the bracelet broke some of his bones to fit over his hand. Bellatrix caught it and threw it away. “Now then, where are we?” Dawlish said nothing. “Crucio!” Dawlish screamed. Bellatrix lifted the curse before repeating the question.

“In a prison,” Dawlish said.

“Crucio!” Bellatrix waited a little longer before lifting the curse and asking, “where?”

“It’s… it’s not on earth,” Dawlish said. Bellatrix had no idea if he was lying or not. The question of where exactly could wait.

“Who are you working for?” Bellatrix asked. “Crucio!”

“A higher morality,” Dawlish said when she had lifted the curse.

“Very funny. Crucio!”

“They’re called the Corporation,” Dawlish panted.

“And why do they want me?”

“They want all killers.”

“Who else is here?” Bellatrix asked.

It would have interested Bellatrix to know that the thing she had thought was an ugly bracelet had been counting down since it had stopped reading Dawlish’s pulse. Especially since it had just reached zero.

Bellatrix let out a cry of surprise as the wand in her hand grew hot, and dropped it. The wand burst into flames before it hit the floor. Within seconds all that was left of it and the wrist device were two small piles of ashes.

Bellatrix and Dawlish stared at the ashes.

“My wand,” Dawlish said in disbelief. He glared at Bellatrix and tried to get to his feet, still shaking from the aftereffects of the curses.

Unarmed, and seeing no alternative, Bellatrix turned and ran.

(Is it just me or are all of these special elites complete and utter failures to the corporation? Aren't they supposed to be trained specially to fight these certain killers, i just find it a little irritating that they are being defeated so easily.)

(I don't mean to sound like a complete jerk but seriously.)

Edit: (I take it back, i thought Dawlish was an elite. I didn't think this warranted a new post)

(Is it just me or are all of these special elites complete and utter failures to the corporation? Aren't they supposed to be trained specially to fight these certain killers, i just find it a little irritating that they are being defeated so easily.)

(I don't mean to sound like a complete jerk but seriously.)

(You don't sound like a complete jerk. But I think your concern is unfounded because Dawlish ain't an Elite. He's just another hired mook, who happens to be from the HP universe.)

(Keep in mind that there have only been 2 real battles with Elites so far, and in both situations the Elite in question was outnumbered 3 to 1.)

"I'm tired of all this WAITING!" Sweeney Todd growled as he stood from his uncomfortable cot and started pacing his room again. Looking for something that he could use as a weapon he was disappointed to find that all he could fashion a weapon out of was his mirror, his cot, and his clothes.

"Should be doable though." he grinned. Making sure his gloves were on tight, he went over to his mirror and shattered it with a quick punch. Grabbing a particularly large and sharp piece of mirror, he walked over to his cot and sat down. Hoping he was right he cut off the cloth and looked at the metal frame.

Chuckling to himself a bit at what he found, he set to work at taking it apart. It was a simple design, though it hadn't been invented yet where he was from. Finding that it was held together with mere pins, he took it apart and selected a simple straight piece of metal.

Taking his left glove off he pulled at it until he got a loose string. After that it took him only a moment before he had the entire glove unraveled. Grabbing the piece of glass at his side he tied it the metal pole with his unraveled glove and found himself holding a makeshift spear.

Hiding it from any possible view through the bars of his cell, Sweeney Todd stood up and turned around. His spear behind him, he tucked it into the back of his trousers and waited for someone else to try and talk to him.

(if this is too unrealistic just tell me and i'll fix it)

(if this is too unrealistic just tell me and i'll fix it)

(The only thing that's too unrealistic is that he goes to all that trouble to make a spear when he'd have an effective weapon with the pole by itself.)

(well it'd probably be a lot easier to kill someone just out of arm's reach with a sharp weapon rather than a blunt one right?)

(I'm going to Snake myself in if that's OK)
CHARACTER: Chaos

CATEGORY: Smart and Witty / SPEECHLESS AND SCARY

CONTINUITY: The Organization: Cursed Blessing/ about a Boy who becomes half Arch Angel and Half Vampire, Chaos is one of the main characters but not the boy. By: Justin (last name not interested in telling because I'm the Author but the books still in the stage of looking for a illustrator

WEAPONS: hidden swords, long sword, hand gun

CLOTHING: black jeans with holes where he was stabbed or blood splashed on him. White shirt with rips in the back, and waring a glove with metel fingers and a red cross on its back

PREFERRED M.O.: silent kills, of face to face usually cutting arms or lags off them leaving them to die. Has a random enjoyment of drinking blood

FIGHTING STYLE: quick kills if can and skills in hand to hand and weapon wilding combat only special fighting style is Kong fu.

SUPERNATURAL: Quick regeneration, he can still feel pain but has amazing regeneration skills, weapon summoning means he can pull up a weapon from nowhere. Able to turn people into his slaves or apprentices. and as a vampire super strength. but he has no weakness to light as the old books tell of vampires

APPEARANCE: wild red hair, red glowing eyes, sharp teeth. the Vampire look)

Chaos wok up in a small cell his arms and lags chained to the ground a muzzle on his face and a man with a needle in his hand. "Where am I...."
The man kicked Chaos "Your in a prison dumb A**" Chaos looked at the needle. "Whats that thing for?" The man stuck it in the openings in the muzzle and squeezed a red liquid dripping in it. "Its your drink you dam vampire." Chaos drank it lifting his head letting the liquid rush down his through tasting blood. "Who am I?" The man kicked Chaos in the face "Your name tag says Chaos who ever in the hell named you must have been one piece of work." He walked out Chaos looked around at the small room there was a toilet but being chained up he did not see what for. There was a bed again since he was chained up he did not know what for. Chaos pulled at the chain a sound of scratching metal was heard. Chaos pulled a little harder the chains snaping after his arms were free he easily snaped off the ons holding his legs by the door chaos hear someone say "You may have been tamed by the humans but you still can kill and one day your human master would die and you would be free I will keep you in here I hope you enjoy your time trying to remmber who you are." Chaos walked over to the bed pulling off the final parts of the chains sighing. He pulled of the muzzle there was a grin the man did not know that chaos had bit him any time he felt like it he could turn the guy into a zombie atlest he thought so from what he knew about vampiires from his world that he could remmember but other wise he was wondering who he might truly be.

(Truewing, I respect your mistake a lot more than most of the other noobish mistakes in this RP, if only because it's a rather unique one. There are 2 reasons why I can't let you play as Chaos in this RP.)

(Reason 1: The RP is no longer open to the general public. You have to audition with me via PM to get in.)

(Reason 2: I respect that Chaos is a legitimate fictional character and you didn't just make him up on the spot or anything, like some other people have done trying to get into this RP. But your work isn't widely-known enough to use here. You don't seem to have published any stories involving Chaos and you don't even seem to have a significant fan base.)

(If you want to pick a different character and try to get in with him instead, feel free to let me know via PM and you can audition with me.)


(kalil969, if you want Sweeney to keep the spear, feel free. Keep in mind that it's not very durable though--the glass head will probably break off the first time he uses it.)


Shriek nodded her assent, and Jason reached into the desk drawer underneath the Terminal.

"Here's another map," Jason said, pulling a second disk out. He tossed it to Fear, tossing the original to Shriek. "And three comlinks," he added, tossing a trio of other black plastic devices out to everyone but the Corinthian. "Johnny, Fear, Shriek, you three should get started immediately--I'll stay in touch with you remotely. The nightmare and I have a few... additional things to discuss."

***

(KV seems to be taking his time. TOO much time.)

Belkar sat up, a throbbing pain in his head. "Wha... what the... we got attacked by the dark-skinned guy with the lightning gun, and then... huh. Weird."

A part of his memory was... gone. He couldn't put his finger on it. He had felt like this twice before, each time right after his team had left the Oracle's valley.

The Halfling looked around to get his bearings. "Uh... Cleric-mage-prestige-class guy with telekinesis... Dwight... I remember you people..."

Both of his new teammates seemed a little dazed, too. "Uh, do either of you guys know what just happened? 'Cuz I feel like a herd of Archons just paraded through my brain."

(I see then I am sorry for my noobish misstake of not reading though all of the fourm before atempting to join and another question comes to mind I resently also posted a old story I made may a use a charicter from that? it is lined as Pawn: Three souls of power also I am a start of auther I am unable to publish my work truly becuse in my age few will accept a start off writer but I'm not one to copy the ideas of others that is why I ask.)

"I cant remember a thing either." Sylar said, holding his head between his hands. "i think the black man removed our memory after he attacked us, i remember trying to defend myself but..." Sylar sat there, thinking. "i cant remember what happened after that." Sylar looked at McCarthy to see what his reply would be.

Belkar glanced at Dwight, who didn't seem to have anything to say. Belkar scratched his head and thought.

Then Belkar noticed the blood stains on Sylar's shirt. "Huh," said the impressed Halfling, "I guess you 'defended yourself' somethin' fierce. Good job, you probably saved all our asses."

Belkar thought again for a little bit.

"Now hold on," Belkar said. "I remember now. The guy, he was targeting you. And your Telekinesis skill stopped working when he attacked. Was he some kind of weird prestige class too? Do you know him?"

(uuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, who are you mcnutty?)

"He's another man with abilities, he's able to stop others from using their powers, if that answers your question. I dont know him, but i think we have met before, but im not certain about it." Sylar said, helping himself up, finally letting go of his head. Leaning against the wall now, Sylar said "Lets get going to the cross-swords room and see whats there."

(- Mr McNutty has been banned from this thread.

Truewing, you will have to use a character from published works. Nothing else, unless Varthonai agrees to have it your way.

3 posts has been deleted from this thread.)

(Thanks SPP + Polo.)

(Oh and Polo, Bellatrix is headed in Saruman's direction. In case you were wondering.)

"Now, hold on! I don't want him to get after us and make me go through that headache again! I'm going to check if he's dead."

Sylar looked like he wanted to object, but Belkar was already running back, screaming he also went to see if there was any coffee back there.

"I swear, if the guy cancels my my sexy destruction skills, I'mma gonna ripp off his fucki-"

Belkar had turned at the corner.

"Oh."

Belkar showed a starled expression when he recongized the arrogant face off... off... Miko.

"WHAT THE HELL! YOU STUPID LITTLE B'ITCH FOLLOWED ME IN THIS STUPID RANDOM ENCOUNTER! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

Unsheating his small dagger, he spat in her -and her two boyfriends, ha ha.- direction, the saliva landing a few steps before her.

"This time, I'm gonna make sure you and your horse don't bother me ever again." he scowled.

Sylar stood up at Belkar's sudden shouting, readying his telekenisis in preperation for what was going to happen. Sylar looked at McCarthy before turning around and heading the Belkar's direction. Sylar then turned the corner and saw the black man again, standing there with no trace of what has previously happened.
"How did you come back?" Sylar said, attempting to use his powers but, realising that the black man used his powers first, he was unable to.
"They helped me come back, to get my revenge."
"Too bad you wont live for that long." Sylar reached for his gun.

"He wont get far," She assured Jason before turning to the ladder and started to climb it.
She was up, and she was feeling prepared. She wanted to run, to get the blood pumping and to burn some the excitement off. She had to be in control when she met this monster machine. She was running through a few halls, thinking a bit about tactics when a small voice of doubt interrupted. A small part of her still doubting this plan, that still had questions. She ignored it. Focus, focus.
She turned yet another hall, well-knowing by her map she was close.
She jumped out, barely catching a glimpse of what she would be attacking, took off with speed enough to let her hit the opposite wall feet first, jumping away, sending a wave of damaging energy towards her newfound source of entertainment. Her scar was lighting up, and as she landed she prepared for yet another wave, laughing manically as an awaited stream of adrenaline got a chance to finally kick in properly.

The Fear turned on the map that Jason had tossed to him earlier, he quickly checked his position and his destination. He turned it back off and pocketed it in one of his satchels as Shriek climbed up the ladder. He turned to follow her. As he was halfway up he turned and waved a hand.

"See you two later" He called to the Corinthian and Nny, thought Nny was busy setting up all sorts of weapons and the Cotinthian looked deep in thought. The Fear thought he saw a lot of concern in his eyes, he briefly looked up at Fear but made no gesture at all. If anything Fear would say he looked very worried, but Fear could see no reason. He shrugged and carried on mildly glad at being on his own for a while.

He checked the map every now and again, he was confident he was going the right way. What was that Hector said? He thought to himself, The Corporation were constantly sending up patrols?

He reached down to his belt and flicked the switch on his active camouflage. He looked down at his body as it disappeared into a faint distortion in the air. He continued for a couple of minutes before he heard the distant sound of heavy boots.

Patrols? More like assault units. He rounded the corner, sticking close to the wall. Three large men heavily clad in some kind of tough metal material. Nny should really take care of this, but I may as well do them a favor, if he wants blood early he can come find them.

He whipped out an poison tipped arrow and stopped next to the men who were now crouching, one was peeking round a corner. Fear moved close to the man in the middle and saw the smallest chink in his armor, where his balaclava had slipped up a little, leaving some skin exposed. Fear reached forward and broke the skin with the top of the bolt.

Almost immediately he began displaying symptoms of the poison. He rubbed his head and groaned, attracting the attention of the point man and the other soldier. He ripped off his head gear and vomited, the point man gasped and jumped back while the other man tried to help. He took off his gloves to begin treatment, which is when Fear struck. He whipped out his knife and as the man tried to scoop the vomit out of his mouth, Fear chopped right through his wrist, leaving a severed hand in his mouth.

As the first man fell back, screaming cradling his arm which was now a stump. The second man screamed and convulsed, choking on the vomit and the hand. He reached up to pull it out, but went into spasms. The point man who had watched the whole affair from a distance, shouted in alarm before seemingly looking right at Fear. He panicked and sprayed bullets all around the room, hitting the man with no hand in the head, killing him instantly.

The Point man then sprinted round the corner, Fear thought it best to leave him. Both other men were now still, and Fear continued along the many corridors before reaching the space on the map where the Exhaust port was located on the map, he looked around before spotting a tiny vent low down on the wall, it would be difficult, but it was doable.

He took his radio off his uniform and pressed a switch.

"Hector, this is Fear" He reported "I've reached the exhaust port, I'll try and get in now"

"Alright" Hectors voice came through, slightly covered by static "Good luck, tell me when you get down through to the other side. Out"

Fear placed the radio back onto it's holster, and peered down at the vent before prying it off. A wave of hot air hit him in the face before it died down. Fear breathed in heavily before jolting his left arm forwards, it dislocated with ease, he did the same with his right.

He moved his arms in towards his chest so his shoulders were not sticking out. He lay on his front and squeezed his head into the vent, he pushed with his legs and moved slowly into the vent.

(Sorry it took me so long to post.)

All hell is about to break loose 20 yards in front of me and still every voice in my head urge me to take my time. I feel like someone tried to shrink my head, the cranium slowly suffocating my brain.

I gently punch my head with an open hand, feeling the pressure ease bit by bit. Amazing, that usually never works.

I pull my glocks and stand up. I have no desire to jump up into a crossfie, assuming that is the situation. That eerie calm before the storm.

The wall feels like a thousand rusty nails as I lean my back against with a thud. The grainy surface stands out like like a thousand tiny daggers; sharp enough to hurt.

There's only a few bullets left on the guns. There's 5 in one, and 9 in the other. Not enough for a full out fire fight; more than enough for a quick execution. A little less than I would've wanted, considering the opposition. It's never just a blunt, quick and easy kill in this place, is it? Of course not.

"Now, hold on! I don't want him to get after us and make me go through that headache again! I'm going to check if he's dead."

Sylar looked like he wanted to object, but Belkar was already running back, screaming he also went to see if there was any coffee back there.

"I swear, if the guy cancels my my sexy destruction skills, I'mma gonna ripp off his fucki-"

Belkar had turned at the corner.

"Oh."

Belkar showed a starled expression when he recongized the arrogant face off... off... Miko.

"WHAT THE HELL! YOU STUPID LITTLE B'ITCH FOLLOWED ME IN THIS STUPID RANDOM ENCOUNTER! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

Unsheating his small dagger, he spat in her -and her two boyfriends, ha ha.- direction, the saliva landing a few steps before her.

"This time, I'm gonna make sure you and your horse don't bother me ever again." he scowled.

"Halfling," hissed Agent Azure. "Your blood will flow on the ground, spilled righteously by my god-guided hands!"

Belkar jumped an enormous distance backward, keeping a safe distance from her blades. She charged after him, her blade glowing blue with energy.

Sylar stood up at Belkar's sudden shouting, readying his telekenisis in preperation for what was going to happen. Sylar looked at McCarthy before turning around and heading the Belkar's direction. Sylar then turned the corner and saw the black man again, standing there with no trace of what has previously happened.
"How did you come back?" Sylar said, attempting to use his powers but, realising that the black man used his powers first, he was unable to.
"They helped me come back, to get my revenge."
"Too bad you wont live for that long." Sylar reached for his gun.

Sylar fired first, but Haiti saw it coming and dived out of the way. The bullet struck Haiti's hand and forced his grip to loosen, dropping his own weapon.

Sylar fired again as Haiti lunged forward and toppled him over, knocking Sylar's gun away.

"Stay still..." hissed Haiti, struggling to hold Sylar down. "Stay still..."

Haiti was moving his hand toward Sylar's forehead. If he could touch it he could make Sylar forget everything... forget why he was fighting... forget how to fight at all...

All hell is about to break loose 20 yards in front of me and still every voice in my head urge me to take my time. I feel like someone tried to shrink my head, the cranium slowly suffocating my brain.

I gently punch my head with an open hand, feeling the pressure ease bit by bit. Amazing, that usually never works.

I pull my glocks and stand up. I have no desire to jump up into a crossfie, assuming that is the situation. That eerie calm before the storm.

The wall feels like a thousand rusty nails as I lean my back against with a thud. The grainy surface stands out like like a thousand tiny daggers; sharp enough to hurt.

There's only a few bullets left on the guns. There's 5 in one, and 9 in the other. Not enough for a full out fire fight; more than enough for a quick execution. A little less than I would've wanted, considering the opposition. It's never just a blunt, quick and easy kill in this place, is it? Of course not.

"McCarthy," Agent Goldeye called, walking away from the battle and toward Dwight's position.

Dwight whirled around. Agent Goldeye grinned.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, McCarthy," said Goldeye. "You might not recognize me. I've been doing quite a bit more than working as a hotel valet and mob serviceman for a while now, ever since your whores butchered my body. But it would seem that you've been through quite a bit of new experience yourself. Let's move to a more... familiar setting, hm?"

Goldeye's half-metal face glinted in the lamplight. The huge man raised one silver-plated hand to his lips and whispered a few words into it. Then the hallway around them vanished, and was replaced with a broad city street. A dark, forbidding street in eerie light and stunning noir.

A street among the many streets of Old Town.

***

Belkar looked up as the scenery changed. "What the h--"

"STUNNING KICK!" yelled Azure, catching up with Belkar during his momentary confusion and planting a foot in his face. The force of the kick through Belkar down an alleyway where he landed in a garbage dump, dazed and confused. "Wha... how'd she get the street to spin like that?" he asked aloud. "Must be a Monk special ability..."

***

"Ha! Goldeye's activatin' the Labyrinth Protocol," laughed Haiti. "We gotcha now, mon."

Sylar struggled under Haiti's grip as the dark-skinned hand came closer... and closer...

***

Goldeye punched Dwight. Hard, in the gut. Dwight managed to still hang onto his guns, but Goldeye didn't have anything to fear from such small arms fire.

"Do you know remember now?" said Goldeye, softly, politely, whispering the words right into Dwight's ear as he held him by the neck. "This is the street where you detonated a grenade in the severed head of Jack Rafferty. Do you remember? Do you remember who I am, McCarthy?"


(EVERYBODY'S SCREWED!! YAY!!)

(Thanks SPP + Polo.)

(Oh and Polo, Bellatrix is headed in Saruman's direction. In case you were wondering.)

(That's great : D)