Post by Dean on Jul 11, 2015 11:40:01 GMT -5
Rorschach took a look around, the alarms blared beneath them but none had made their way after them. “Didn't come to save you, came for information.” He stated bluntly, he'd been keeping tabs on the woman ever since they'd taken down the doll maker, allies had a habit of becoming enemies and Rorschach didn't enjoy the prospect of being taken by surprise. As her hand clamped to her nose, he smelled the air, garlic was definitely present, he supposed some of the ancient lore on Vampires was accurate. He took a step forward, holding his hand to the nearby vents, the exhaust wasn't active, the air conditioning was blowing into the room. There nothing to do as far as escape was concerned, going back the way they came wasn't an option, though it was likely the fire alarm had moved the detectives to the front of the building. He reached into his pocket, drawing a sharp pocket knife from within and moving to the one way mirror on the left side of the room. The blade pressed to the glass, a loud scratching sound could be heard as he carved a large circle in the mirror. His next step was to grip the steel framed chairs they had placed inside the room, his body spun, the leg of the chair smashing against the mirror and shattering it, not only ventilating the room, but offering a path to the back of the building. “This way, move.” He needed information, he wouldn't get it if she were captured, if she was the culprit, he'd take her down same as any other, if not, she'd been a useful asset in the past, this was business. -e-
Looker followed Walter into the rabbit. Of all places she thought Paris would be the best spot for her models to feel safe in. Apparently there were more than fashion freaks to worry about. Who would know about Looker's "aversion" to garlic? There couldn't be other vampires running around the streets of Paris. If there were, Looker would have gotten their scent right away. She hated the way they smelled. It was like death itself had made a special candle from pieces of rotting flesh, formaldehyde, dried blood, and cheap cologne or perfume. Only other vampires, ghouls, and werewolves knew what those smelled like together. "You better not be playing tricks on me." Her mind was still a little foggy on what had happened during the slightly hostile interrogation. Emily had never felt so out of control. Sure, her thirst came often, but not enough to freak out in public. "I-I gotta get some food. I don't think I can make it much further without a bite." The garlic had affected her body by breaking its structure down. To counteract the necrosis she would need at least two pints. It didn't have to be a person. Emily would never ask Walter to do something so...not human. "Take a side trip through the Louvre...I think I saw rats in the alley." -E-
He tucked his hands into his pocket and assumed a neutral pace, while Paris wasn’t as closely monitored as the other countries in this part of the world, it wasn’t far behind, Rorschach wasn’t going to take off his face however, so, a casual walk and sure footing would have to provide the proper camouflage. The trip through the back of the police station had gone well all in all, they were still coordinating their strikes and snipers had not been put in position. He kept to the back alleys. “Rats can be found in most alley’s, before you eat, I need answers.” His pace was casual, no rush, if anyone were chasing them, he preferred to know which direction they were coming from and the sound of boots on concrete in a tight alley would block out the sound of boots running from behind them, besides, he preferred confrontation to hide and seek. Your girls have been disappearing one by one. Some found a week later completely dismembered, others never seen again. One shot, right here, right now, convince me it wasn’t you.” He stopped, turning to face her. He’d seen her in action, she was no slouch, more than likely able to take a punch, hence the interrogation now, she was weak, if she didn’t convince him, not was his best shot to take her down.
Emily made a face. Considering it wasn't a Looker face, she must have had a lot to say. "You really think I eat that sloppily. More importantly, you think I ate my own girls. How am I supposed to trust you when you're accusing me of the exact behavior I work against?" It took all of her strength but Looker grabbed him by the collar. "I shouldn't have to convince you otherwise. So I won't. Instead, I'll say thank you for saving my pretty little ass back there." She set him down gently and hobbled off in four inch heels. Her knees trembled as she walked. The necrosis was setting in faster than she thought. When vampires didn't feed their bodies became horrific and more zombie-like till they dried out like pieces of jerky. "Oomph!" Emily fell against a wall, barely five meters from Walter. She was trying her hardest to maintain some integrity even as a walking corpse. That was, until she saw a rat on the floor. The redhead grabbed the rodent by the tail causing it to thrash about wildly. It's screams would give any child nightmares. However, silence soon fell about the alleyway. Her face was buried deep into the rib cage like the monster she was. Sticky red juices flowed down the rat's head and gently dripped onto her thighs. Of course the vampyress had picked out a crimson outfit just this morning feeling as though there were a special occasion. And there was. The taste of crimson plasma had an overwhelming pleasure to it when it was fresh from a kill. It trickled down her throat like a lover's seed. "Fuck..." Looker threw the carcass aside and wiped her mouth, "I made a mess, didn't I?" -E-
He wrenched himself free of her grip relatively easily. “Often times the person that connects the victims is the most likely suspect, take my suspicions how you want them, they’re warranted.” He made a face, canting his head to the side as the ink in his face continued to shift, creating different shapes. He couldn’t see them fully, the mystery of those ink stains, it spoke to his soul, a constant mystery, his actions were ever changing, evolving alongside what was right and what was wrong. “That’s disgusting, but if you don’t dismember your meals, then what’s happening to your girls?” They brought it on themselves in one way or another, dressing like whores and flaunting their sexuality for all to see, it was like a warm pie left on a windowsill for a hungry thief. Still, criminals were not to be accused by the actions of their victims, while Rorschach could not overlook the fact that these women put themselves in this situation, he also could not allow their deaths to go unpunished, he’d made it his business and it would need to be resolved. -e-
"I don't know what's happening to them. After dark, I let them hang around the designers. We've only met about three of them so far. Amorino, Figaret, and Grenouille. Amorino runs a clothing line, Figaret does leather, and Grenouille is a perfume--" Looker's head turned Westward. Something was happening in the distance. A few police sirens were heard. "We need to move. Now." She felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She had forgotten to take out the battery. Shit. There was an urgent message on her phone from her Buzzfeed application. A fresh body had appeared in the Lourve. The picture was definitely--emphasis on 'was'- one of her girls. But even more shockingly was the message written in blood. "You'll...need to see this first." She handed the cherry red iPhone over to her partner. The image had left a rotten taste in her mouth. "Oh gods...I just can't believe they left her like that! We're not dealing with something ghoulish. This may in fact...Walter I...I think it's a demon." -E-
“Demons…” He took the phone, looking over the picture before handing it back to her. “Assumptions are just that, we need evidence before we jump to conclusions.” Still, the body was fresh, couldn’t have been her unless she killed her before she was picked up and then got an accomplice to dump the body, scenario was unlikely, however, still it would require more information. He made a motion with his head for her to follow, moving down the alley, La Louvre was 3 blocks away with the entire french police force looking for them. “Stick close, we’ll have to move.” He continued his casual walk, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, but they had to get there before the investigators. Crossing the street was an ordeal and soon, the museum came into view. The front door wasn’t a good option, it would reveal them, but the only other option was killing the power to disable the alarm, which would require almost if not more attention being drawn to them. “Loud it is.” He stepped forward, grabbing a nearby trashcan and shattering the glass doors before sprinting forward to meet the oncoming guards, he had nothing on them, men working jobs, no killing, no fun. -e-
The redhead understood his suggestion to not assume, but those markings on the paintings were ancient and spelled out evil things. She followed Walter down the alley towards La Louvre. He was always very critical about each move he made. And then she watched him throw a trashcan at the doors. "Yeah very subtle." There was Looker. That sarcasm was back in her voice. "You know, I just got a manicure. I think you can handle this one." Her fingers twisted and turned as she inspected them one by one. Sloth. Every single sin that existed, Looker probably had it in mind or already committed the act. She stood there with her hands on her hips like any high and mighty Queen would. Pride. "Oh fine maybe just one." He couldn't have all of the fun. Envy. The slim body of the former ex-model wove between the guards. After stopping next to a guard her eyes met his with a look of passion. "Why don't we take that uniform off?" Looker couldn't help herself as another guard came her way leaving only one more for Walter. She held the gazes of the two men who slowly began stripping off their clothes. Lust and greed. "I recognize you from the interrogation...on your knees." The officer followed her orders unaware that he was being hypnotized. Wrath. There was that garlic smell. Where was it coming from? Looker found herself bending over the guard with her fangs bared. The final sin would be gluttony. -E
Rorschach didn’t wait around, she had the two at the door, and while he wasn’t averse to gore, he wanted to make this quick. Rushing past the main lobby, he intercepted the two guards that came running at the sound of broken glass, his first formed tightly as he caught one in the jaw, his free hand taking hold of his collar and pulling him off balance into his knee. Rorschach heard the air leaving his body before he dropped the man to the ground and turned to his partner, his hand caught the baton the man had raised, squeezing so that he couldn’t release it before pulling his him forward and using his elbow to shatter the man’s forearm, a cry of pain and a swift boot to the nose had him incapacitated as well. He didn’t wait for her, he’d seen her in action and she was more than capable of taking care of herself, so he kept up his breakneck pace and made for the scene of the crime, with luck, they hadn’t moved the body yet, wounds could tell them exactly what they were dealing with, he was sure she’d be along shortly.
Looker’s second meal was stopped right before biting into the guard’s vein. Frenchy had palmed her right in the face to snap her out of it. “Mother fucker!” He had even yelled at her although his accent had made it sound more like “Mather fuquer!”. The other guards were already knocked out and where was Rorschach? She could only hear his heartbeat faintly, apparently he’d gotten a head start and was several hallways away. She lifted from the ground to catch up to him, Flying was the easy option after all. A few twists and turns she found him, landing and looking to the sight before her. “Oh...oh god!” She fell to the ground on her knees, blood was everywhere. One of her girls, her body was destroyed, it was disgusting. “...I told you. These guys are real monsters.”
“I never denied anything, I’ve seen enough devils wearing man suits to know that not all of them can be human, then there’s you.” She was torn to shreds, it looked like an animal attack, limbs half severed, strange tooth and claw markings, the signs pointed to the extraordinary, but Rorschach still wasn’t a hundred percent. “These marks are strange, I’ll give you that, but paranormal's not my area.” He didn’t even know how one would fight a demon, could he box it? Was it’s skin impenetrable, would he need magic? All were questions he’d need answered before he decided how to tackle this thing. “Now, are you gonna sit here and cry while we get arrested or are we actually going to get some information we came here for. I need it all, things I can’t see or smell.” She could be lying, he’d have to take that into consideration, but for now, he’d have to trust her, somewhat.
She flipped him off with both hands. “You sure know how to piss off your hunting dog.” He was going to be an ass about it, but she moved in, examining the scene before her, it took a moment and then she saw it, her name spelled out in blood. Who would know her here? She studied the writing by first looking at it from a writer’s perspective. Cursive. This was a lost art in the world. Someone had taken the time to write it out lovingly. “What’s this?” Her nose picked up something in the drying blood. Horse hair from a paint brush. It was caligraphy to the person that wrote her name. In other words they had done this for fun. After looking at her name she studied the symbols. Something she recognized was the large victorian mirror styled circle. Wait. That was not a good thing. “Run.” The blood on the wall began turning black, symbols drawn in the blood turned black. Her eyes went wide before voices entered her mind. They were attacking her telepathically. Her hands moved to her head, holding her temples as she screamed. “It’s a trap!” The security gates were activating, but there was no other exit. Looker was still in pain, but she needed to help Rorschach out of here.
“A dog would be easier, no lip, and all they want is a treat at the end.” He let her work, pacing behind her, keeping his eyes on the entrances, this was a shit spot. Ambush points to both exits could be set up in no time, no direct route to escape, no knowledge of the layout and a pile of bodies to pin on him. He preferred working alone, a team could get bitchy, griping over small seeds that festered into plants that distracted from the goal. Donna loves Cooper, but Brady loves Donna, then the emotions take over the logic and it all falls apart, no chance of that solo. Situations could change in an instant, however, him in prison, surrounded by those who didn’t deserve to live, didn’t have the right to breathe the air they were breathing, sick dogs that needed to be put down. No one to watch your back, no one to call on when shit hits the fan, he wondered, is this what it was like to miss people? The thought was discarded, his eyes turning back to her as she spoke. “I don’t run, I chase.” His body tensed as he readied himself for the attack, the gate was closing, he made a move, grabbing a nearby trash receptacle and sliding it toward the closing gate, it tumbled, but held, holding the gate high enough for them to slip under. “Hey! I need answers, what the hell is going on?” His hand grabbed her shoulder, the noise was annoying, but his life was full of annoyance. “Get your ass moving, or I’ll leave you here.” He growled.
Looker nodded and headed towards the gate. Someone was looking for her, the smartest thing she could do was to escape. She somersaulted beneath the gap. As she left, shadowy figures escaped from the black circles left over from the blood. "Spirits..." These were indeed ancient. Not the usual voodoo friends from the other side. Who knows if they could be powerful or weak. The person behind the summoning circles was someone who had been around for a while. If only she could pick up any sort of scent of them, but the whole museum was overwhelming with all sorts of distractions. "Rorschach! Don't let them touch you!" The shadows creeped around the man sticking only to flat surfaces and keeping two dimensional. Judging by their looks they could probably trap him using some sort of fear tactic. "If you know how to tap dance then now would be the best time to get grooving." He would have to hop over the decrepit shadows of old lost souls. Looker hoped he would at least make it out dying.
Rorschach immediately fidgeted as soon as she grabbed him, he hated this thing where she flew him through the air. It made him feel like a pet, there was also the lingering suspicion that she was only doing it so, when the time came, she could drop him from high enough to kill him, it wouldn’t be a death he’d imagined from himself. “Who says we can’t burn the place? I doubt Da Vinci is going to be crying over a few sheets of canvas, makes for a good flame. Better to lose a few pretty things than a lot of innocent lives.” He had no cares for material things, they were easy come easy go, just that, possessions. Sentiment was a weakness he had never known, things were useful until they weren’t and pretty pictures on a wall weren’t usual for dick. “If you put me down, I could have this place to five alarms before...whatever that is knows what hit em.”
“I could just drop you and save myself, but I’m being nice. We can’t ruin history. They’ll try and make us pay for it. We don’t need anyone else on our tail.” She needed to think about her options here. The museum itself could become haunted, but the spirits only seemed to need her. They didn’t seem like the type of ghouls to ignore orders. “When we get outside I need you to find me a pot...a big-ass pot.” Looker let go of one of his arms to scare him, though it was also to dig around in her pocket for smelling salt. “I’m gonna let go. but I need to be near the doors for this to work. Don’t let anyone interrupt me or the whole town could get infested.” Let’s see, was it circle then star? No no. It had to be star then circle. Looker could see the entrance. That made her panic. She never remember spells because usually they were the cause of problems. This time she would have to trust herself or risk the haunting of a whole city.
“Slut, vampire and witch, maybe I should set you on fire too.” It wasn’t Rorschach’s nature to be polite, though he didn’t consider himself rude either. If it looked like a duck and quacked like a duck, you didn’t call it a swan to spare it’s feelings. Looker may not have been a slut, but she dressed provocatively enough, he’d never understood it, Silk Spectre was guilty of the same crime, skin tight suits and fishnets, they’re good for mobility. Psh, he wore pants a tee shirt and long coat and he never had trouble kicking ass when ass needed kicking, here she was wearing fighting garbed like a high class escort, he thought the purpose of people like them was to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies, not lust. The releasing of one hand didn’t receive the prescribed response, she wanted fear, the most she got was a sound of displeasure, he’d never been afraid to die, he just wanted it to be for a cause. Once they were close enough to the doors, he twisted from her grip, rolling as he hit the ground before moving making his move for the large flower pots placed in the corners of the lobby. Taking orders wasn’t generally his deal, most of the time he thought of a better option, but with no information to throw against the target at hand, the best option was to trust in the knowledge of another. “So, what are we gonna do, cook those things a meal?” The pot was emptied haphazardly before he took it outside and set it in front of her. He felt like an aid, no one to hit, nothing to do but run, real useful.
"Yeah. This soup is going to be more dry than your jokes. I need to catch them like bugs. If I can create a barrier for myself we can probably trap their spirits." Probably was the key word. She hadn't done much paranormal activity since a demon tried to eat one of her girls when she had first started the company. Alright lay the pot down behind me and get ready." Looker cupped the smelling salt vial in her hand. Most models had a tendency to faint on set because of their abusive diets. That's why she kept at least one first aid item on her at all times. She opened the vial and drew a star on the ground followed by a large circle around it. The spirits rushed towards her now forming a thick cloud of what looked like smoke. "Come and get me." They swarmed around her and Rorschach till they attempted to fly right at her. Luckily they passed through her and into the pot as she had planned. "Close the top! Dear gods, have you never watched Ghostbusters!?"
“No T.V.” He stated simply, taking the advice and turning the pot upside down, it had been a planter, which meant no top, if she wanted a cooking pot, she should have flown them to a grocery store. Still, they were contained for the moment, till he found some other way to seal it. “We can’t lug this thing with us, and cops will be wondering what happened to their boys before long. We still have no information on who the hell we’re looking for, time to move on, find more leads, bust more heads.” Driven, that is word that could be used to describe the man, he zeroed in on a goal and like a dog with a bone he didn’t let go until the problem was buried, some evil was punishable by law, possibly redeemable if there was such a thing, others were fit for a toe tag and he was the coroner. This problem? Out of his knowledge base, he’d have to pick her brain, peruse the paranormal section of a library and then come at it smart. So far, loud and aggressive had gotten both of them in more trouble than it was worth and they were still at square one. Rorschach would need to hide for a while, the invisible man, Walter, he’d be needed for part two, but, he didn’t know Looker well enough to let her in on his mask, however. “I say we split up, cover more ground, meet back tonight at the Notre Dame Cathedral.” The religious implications held no motivation for the meeting place, it was simply a well known landmark.
No TV. Was this guy some religious prude. “Alright. I can take the slut comment from earlier just because Tuesdays are Titty Twister nights, but I will not stand for your ignorance of educational programming!” Looker removed her scarf from her head and tied it around the pot to keep the spirits focused on her energy. “Just drop the pot into the sewer. The other spirits down there will keep them busy.” He really didn’t know much about this stuff. She didn’t feel bad for him. It was this sort of material that got plenty of humans into trouble. Ouija boards, voodoo dolls, and magic books were basically asking for the user to commit to a lifetime of slow suicide. “Have never watched--Oh my god. We can’t separate. They’re after me and you’re human. Do you see the problem?” Looker was trying to be responsible for once. It wasn’t working. “Look, I can teach you a few trick, but this isn’t the type of thing you want to put on your resume.” Maybe he was right. Staying away from her could actually be the best method of protection for him. He could go where she couldn’t. A church. “Notre Dame. I can’t exactly go inside of there...even if you invited me I’d probably rot in hell.” Wouldn’t be the first time.
Rorschach tilted his head, with his face always covered it was a simple a motion that conveyed his confusion. “Got no reason to go into the church, I’d be called a hypocrites by hypocrites and I don’t like hypocrites, it’s a reference point, plenty of people, easy to fall into a crowd.” She obviously wasn’t used to working with a team. “As far as my resume, I told you before, I’m here to put down those that have to be put down hard, man, demon, doesn’t matter. This things sick and it’s only going to get sicker, someone’s gotta do the job, might as well be you and me.” With that he turned, heading off into the traffic of the nearby street and making his way for a library, he’d need a paranormal section, take down some notes, cross check with Looker for what was fact and what was bullshit speculation, she’d get the supplies, then they’d go hunting, smooth and simple.
"While you're at it, do me a favor and watch some X-Files. I think you could use more than some skepticism in your life." Looker flashed a smile at him. Well, he wasn't the worst partner. She believed in him just as much as she would Batman or the Boogie Man. That was no joke. She had met that killer before. In her life after and in between death there had been eye-fulls of objects, strange phenomena, even people. Nothing really surprised her anymore. There was no longer a reason for her to be a skeptic. She was Abyssian...and a vampire. That combination alone was more convincing than any paper document from the government. Looker was a secretary before she knew of her race. Now, she was an ex-model, vampire, vampire-hunter...Gods there was so much on her mind that she wish she could just ignore. "I'll see you at the finish line then." Her arms wrapped around her frame before she swiftly took off into the night in the form of a bat. Hopefully keeping this form would take away her scent.
Grenouille closed the shades of his small perfume shoppe. His mind was still fixated on the scent he had been tracking for two days now. The woman couldn't be that hard to find. He turned to a mirror hanging on the wall and murmured to it. "Ostende mihi puellam." The mirror reflected nothing but his own reflection to which he responded quite negatively towards. Glass was shattered all around the antique Persian carpet on the floor dating back at least 200 years. "Veniat ad me." Shadows gathered from around the room until they each collectively drifted towards Grenouille's feet. "I want that woman at my door by morning. I can no longer risk showing my face in public until I know that she is helpless. Whatever it takes...find her." His vision began to slip away leaving only his nose to sense. What had she smelled on her earlier? Roses, blood, sweat...leather. His form was shifting. He couldn't see his skin, but the scent of decayed flesh lingered over his nose. That ruined the scent he truly wanted. He couldn't hear, touch, taste, or see. Though he knew exactly what the room would look like after his tantrum.
Glass shattered and covered the tiled floor of the bathroom, for a long time Rorschach had been mocked for his size, he wasn’t as big as the others, he didn’t have a stocky build or height, he was short, but lithe. He’d never regretted a single day of it, he had more than enough strength to do what needed be done, and when the time came, he was always the right size for the job. He slipped through the narrow window and eventually out the door, it wasn’t a massive library, but it was certain to be a useful source of information. He immediately moved to the paranormal section, a small bit, but his hands flew to anything mentioning demons and how to ward against them. A small bag was retrieved to place them in, he also included a bible on the shot that it held useful passages related to the current predicament, especially if Vampires couldn’t enter churches. A quick escape through the same window and a trip to the park, he had some reading to do, it looked like another night without sleep.
Looker followed Walter into the rabbit. Of all places she thought Paris would be the best spot for her models to feel safe in. Apparently there were more than fashion freaks to worry about. Who would know about Looker's "aversion" to garlic? There couldn't be other vampires running around the streets of Paris. If there were, Looker would have gotten their scent right away. She hated the way they smelled. It was like death itself had made a special candle from pieces of rotting flesh, formaldehyde, dried blood, and cheap cologne or perfume. Only other vampires, ghouls, and werewolves knew what those smelled like together. "You better not be playing tricks on me." Her mind was still a little foggy on what had happened during the slightly hostile interrogation. Emily had never felt so out of control. Sure, her thirst came often, but not enough to freak out in public. "I-I gotta get some food. I don't think I can make it much further without a bite." The garlic had affected her body by breaking its structure down. To counteract the necrosis she would need at least two pints. It didn't have to be a person. Emily would never ask Walter to do something so...not human. "Take a side trip through the Louvre...I think I saw rats in the alley." -E-
He tucked his hands into his pocket and assumed a neutral pace, while Paris wasn’t as closely monitored as the other countries in this part of the world, it wasn’t far behind, Rorschach wasn’t going to take off his face however, so, a casual walk and sure footing would have to provide the proper camouflage. The trip through the back of the police station had gone well all in all, they were still coordinating their strikes and snipers had not been put in position. He kept to the back alleys. “Rats can be found in most alley’s, before you eat, I need answers.” His pace was casual, no rush, if anyone were chasing them, he preferred to know which direction they were coming from and the sound of boots on concrete in a tight alley would block out the sound of boots running from behind them, besides, he preferred confrontation to hide and seek. Your girls have been disappearing one by one. Some found a week later completely dismembered, others never seen again. One shot, right here, right now, convince me it wasn’t you.” He stopped, turning to face her. He’d seen her in action, she was no slouch, more than likely able to take a punch, hence the interrogation now, she was weak, if she didn’t convince him, not was his best shot to take her down.
Emily made a face. Considering it wasn't a Looker face, she must have had a lot to say. "You really think I eat that sloppily. More importantly, you think I ate my own girls. How am I supposed to trust you when you're accusing me of the exact behavior I work against?" It took all of her strength but Looker grabbed him by the collar. "I shouldn't have to convince you otherwise. So I won't. Instead, I'll say thank you for saving my pretty little ass back there." She set him down gently and hobbled off in four inch heels. Her knees trembled as she walked. The necrosis was setting in faster than she thought. When vampires didn't feed their bodies became horrific and more zombie-like till they dried out like pieces of jerky. "Oomph!" Emily fell against a wall, barely five meters from Walter. She was trying her hardest to maintain some integrity even as a walking corpse. That was, until she saw a rat on the floor. The redhead grabbed the rodent by the tail causing it to thrash about wildly. It's screams would give any child nightmares. However, silence soon fell about the alleyway. Her face was buried deep into the rib cage like the monster she was. Sticky red juices flowed down the rat's head and gently dripped onto her thighs. Of course the vampyress had picked out a crimson outfit just this morning feeling as though there were a special occasion. And there was. The taste of crimson plasma had an overwhelming pleasure to it when it was fresh from a kill. It trickled down her throat like a lover's seed. "Fuck..." Looker threw the carcass aside and wiped her mouth, "I made a mess, didn't I?" -E-
He wrenched himself free of her grip relatively easily. “Often times the person that connects the victims is the most likely suspect, take my suspicions how you want them, they’re warranted.” He made a face, canting his head to the side as the ink in his face continued to shift, creating different shapes. He couldn’t see them fully, the mystery of those ink stains, it spoke to his soul, a constant mystery, his actions were ever changing, evolving alongside what was right and what was wrong. “That’s disgusting, but if you don’t dismember your meals, then what’s happening to your girls?” They brought it on themselves in one way or another, dressing like whores and flaunting their sexuality for all to see, it was like a warm pie left on a windowsill for a hungry thief. Still, criminals were not to be accused by the actions of their victims, while Rorschach could not overlook the fact that these women put themselves in this situation, he also could not allow their deaths to go unpunished, he’d made it his business and it would need to be resolved. -e-
"I don't know what's happening to them. After dark, I let them hang around the designers. We've only met about three of them so far. Amorino, Figaret, and Grenouille. Amorino runs a clothing line, Figaret does leather, and Grenouille is a perfume--" Looker's head turned Westward. Something was happening in the distance. A few police sirens were heard. "We need to move. Now." She felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She had forgotten to take out the battery. Shit. There was an urgent message on her phone from her Buzzfeed application. A fresh body had appeared in the Lourve. The picture was definitely--emphasis on 'was'- one of her girls. But even more shockingly was the message written in blood. "You'll...need to see this first." She handed the cherry red iPhone over to her partner. The image had left a rotten taste in her mouth. "Oh gods...I just can't believe they left her like that! We're not dealing with something ghoulish. This may in fact...Walter I...I think it's a demon." -E-
“Demons…” He took the phone, looking over the picture before handing it back to her. “Assumptions are just that, we need evidence before we jump to conclusions.” Still, the body was fresh, couldn’t have been her unless she killed her before she was picked up and then got an accomplice to dump the body, scenario was unlikely, however, still it would require more information. He made a motion with his head for her to follow, moving down the alley, La Louvre was 3 blocks away with the entire french police force looking for them. “Stick close, we’ll have to move.” He continued his casual walk, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, but they had to get there before the investigators. Crossing the street was an ordeal and soon, the museum came into view. The front door wasn’t a good option, it would reveal them, but the only other option was killing the power to disable the alarm, which would require almost if not more attention being drawn to them. “Loud it is.” He stepped forward, grabbing a nearby trashcan and shattering the glass doors before sprinting forward to meet the oncoming guards, he had nothing on them, men working jobs, no killing, no fun. -e-
The redhead understood his suggestion to not assume, but those markings on the paintings were ancient and spelled out evil things. She followed Walter down the alley towards La Louvre. He was always very critical about each move he made. And then she watched him throw a trashcan at the doors. "Yeah very subtle." There was Looker. That sarcasm was back in her voice. "You know, I just got a manicure. I think you can handle this one." Her fingers twisted and turned as she inspected them one by one. Sloth. Every single sin that existed, Looker probably had it in mind or already committed the act. She stood there with her hands on her hips like any high and mighty Queen would. Pride. "Oh fine maybe just one." He couldn't have all of the fun. Envy. The slim body of the former ex-model wove between the guards. After stopping next to a guard her eyes met his with a look of passion. "Why don't we take that uniform off?" Looker couldn't help herself as another guard came her way leaving only one more for Walter. She held the gazes of the two men who slowly began stripping off their clothes. Lust and greed. "I recognize you from the interrogation...on your knees." The officer followed her orders unaware that he was being hypnotized. Wrath. There was that garlic smell. Where was it coming from? Looker found herself bending over the guard with her fangs bared. The final sin would be gluttony. -E
Rorschach didn’t wait around, she had the two at the door, and while he wasn’t averse to gore, he wanted to make this quick. Rushing past the main lobby, he intercepted the two guards that came running at the sound of broken glass, his first formed tightly as he caught one in the jaw, his free hand taking hold of his collar and pulling him off balance into his knee. Rorschach heard the air leaving his body before he dropped the man to the ground and turned to his partner, his hand caught the baton the man had raised, squeezing so that he couldn’t release it before pulling his him forward and using his elbow to shatter the man’s forearm, a cry of pain and a swift boot to the nose had him incapacitated as well. He didn’t wait for her, he’d seen her in action and she was more than capable of taking care of herself, so he kept up his breakneck pace and made for the scene of the crime, with luck, they hadn’t moved the body yet, wounds could tell them exactly what they were dealing with, he was sure she’d be along shortly.
Looker’s second meal was stopped right before biting into the guard’s vein. Frenchy had palmed her right in the face to snap her out of it. “Mother fucker!” He had even yelled at her although his accent had made it sound more like “Mather fuquer!”. The other guards were already knocked out and where was Rorschach? She could only hear his heartbeat faintly, apparently he’d gotten a head start and was several hallways away. She lifted from the ground to catch up to him, Flying was the easy option after all. A few twists and turns she found him, landing and looking to the sight before her. “Oh...oh god!” She fell to the ground on her knees, blood was everywhere. One of her girls, her body was destroyed, it was disgusting. “...I told you. These guys are real monsters.”
“I never denied anything, I’ve seen enough devils wearing man suits to know that not all of them can be human, then there’s you.” She was torn to shreds, it looked like an animal attack, limbs half severed, strange tooth and claw markings, the signs pointed to the extraordinary, but Rorschach still wasn’t a hundred percent. “These marks are strange, I’ll give you that, but paranormal's not my area.” He didn’t even know how one would fight a demon, could he box it? Was it’s skin impenetrable, would he need magic? All were questions he’d need answered before he decided how to tackle this thing. “Now, are you gonna sit here and cry while we get arrested or are we actually going to get some information we came here for. I need it all, things I can’t see or smell.” She could be lying, he’d have to take that into consideration, but for now, he’d have to trust her, somewhat.
She flipped him off with both hands. “You sure know how to piss off your hunting dog.” He was going to be an ass about it, but she moved in, examining the scene before her, it took a moment and then she saw it, her name spelled out in blood. Who would know her here? She studied the writing by first looking at it from a writer’s perspective. Cursive. This was a lost art in the world. Someone had taken the time to write it out lovingly. “What’s this?” Her nose picked up something in the drying blood. Horse hair from a paint brush. It was caligraphy to the person that wrote her name. In other words they had done this for fun. After looking at her name she studied the symbols. Something she recognized was the large victorian mirror styled circle. Wait. That was not a good thing. “Run.” The blood on the wall began turning black, symbols drawn in the blood turned black. Her eyes went wide before voices entered her mind. They were attacking her telepathically. Her hands moved to her head, holding her temples as she screamed. “It’s a trap!” The security gates were activating, but there was no other exit. Looker was still in pain, but she needed to help Rorschach out of here.
“A dog would be easier, no lip, and all they want is a treat at the end.” He let her work, pacing behind her, keeping his eyes on the entrances, this was a shit spot. Ambush points to both exits could be set up in no time, no direct route to escape, no knowledge of the layout and a pile of bodies to pin on him. He preferred working alone, a team could get bitchy, griping over small seeds that festered into plants that distracted from the goal. Donna loves Cooper, but Brady loves Donna, then the emotions take over the logic and it all falls apart, no chance of that solo. Situations could change in an instant, however, him in prison, surrounded by those who didn’t deserve to live, didn’t have the right to breathe the air they were breathing, sick dogs that needed to be put down. No one to watch your back, no one to call on when shit hits the fan, he wondered, is this what it was like to miss people? The thought was discarded, his eyes turning back to her as she spoke. “I don’t run, I chase.” His body tensed as he readied himself for the attack, the gate was closing, he made a move, grabbing a nearby trash receptacle and sliding it toward the closing gate, it tumbled, but held, holding the gate high enough for them to slip under. “Hey! I need answers, what the hell is going on?” His hand grabbed her shoulder, the noise was annoying, but his life was full of annoyance. “Get your ass moving, or I’ll leave you here.” He growled.
Looker nodded and headed towards the gate. Someone was looking for her, the smartest thing she could do was to escape. She somersaulted beneath the gap. As she left, shadowy figures escaped from the black circles left over from the blood. "Spirits..." These were indeed ancient. Not the usual voodoo friends from the other side. Who knows if they could be powerful or weak. The person behind the summoning circles was someone who had been around for a while. If only she could pick up any sort of scent of them, but the whole museum was overwhelming with all sorts of distractions. "Rorschach! Don't let them touch you!" The shadows creeped around the man sticking only to flat surfaces and keeping two dimensional. Judging by their looks they could probably trap him using some sort of fear tactic. "If you know how to tap dance then now would be the best time to get grooving." He would have to hop over the decrepit shadows of old lost souls. Looker hoped he would at least make it out dying.
Rorschach immediately fidgeted as soon as she grabbed him, he hated this thing where she flew him through the air. It made him feel like a pet, there was also the lingering suspicion that she was only doing it so, when the time came, she could drop him from high enough to kill him, it wouldn’t be a death he’d imagined from himself. “Who says we can’t burn the place? I doubt Da Vinci is going to be crying over a few sheets of canvas, makes for a good flame. Better to lose a few pretty things than a lot of innocent lives.” He had no cares for material things, they were easy come easy go, just that, possessions. Sentiment was a weakness he had never known, things were useful until they weren’t and pretty pictures on a wall weren’t usual for dick. “If you put me down, I could have this place to five alarms before...whatever that is knows what hit em.”
“I could just drop you and save myself, but I’m being nice. We can’t ruin history. They’ll try and make us pay for it. We don’t need anyone else on our tail.” She needed to think about her options here. The museum itself could become haunted, but the spirits only seemed to need her. They didn’t seem like the type of ghouls to ignore orders. “When we get outside I need you to find me a pot...a big-ass pot.” Looker let go of one of his arms to scare him, though it was also to dig around in her pocket for smelling salt. “I’m gonna let go. but I need to be near the doors for this to work. Don’t let anyone interrupt me or the whole town could get infested.” Let’s see, was it circle then star? No no. It had to be star then circle. Looker could see the entrance. That made her panic. She never remember spells because usually they were the cause of problems. This time she would have to trust herself or risk the haunting of a whole city.
“Slut, vampire and witch, maybe I should set you on fire too.” It wasn’t Rorschach’s nature to be polite, though he didn’t consider himself rude either. If it looked like a duck and quacked like a duck, you didn’t call it a swan to spare it’s feelings. Looker may not have been a slut, but she dressed provocatively enough, he’d never understood it, Silk Spectre was guilty of the same crime, skin tight suits and fishnets, they’re good for mobility. Psh, he wore pants a tee shirt and long coat and he never had trouble kicking ass when ass needed kicking, here she was wearing fighting garbed like a high class escort, he thought the purpose of people like them was to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies, not lust. The releasing of one hand didn’t receive the prescribed response, she wanted fear, the most she got was a sound of displeasure, he’d never been afraid to die, he just wanted it to be for a cause. Once they were close enough to the doors, he twisted from her grip, rolling as he hit the ground before moving making his move for the large flower pots placed in the corners of the lobby. Taking orders wasn’t generally his deal, most of the time he thought of a better option, but with no information to throw against the target at hand, the best option was to trust in the knowledge of another. “So, what are we gonna do, cook those things a meal?” The pot was emptied haphazardly before he took it outside and set it in front of her. He felt like an aid, no one to hit, nothing to do but run, real useful.
"Yeah. This soup is going to be more dry than your jokes. I need to catch them like bugs. If I can create a barrier for myself we can probably trap their spirits." Probably was the key word. She hadn't done much paranormal activity since a demon tried to eat one of her girls when she had first started the company. Alright lay the pot down behind me and get ready." Looker cupped the smelling salt vial in her hand. Most models had a tendency to faint on set because of their abusive diets. That's why she kept at least one first aid item on her at all times. She opened the vial and drew a star on the ground followed by a large circle around it. The spirits rushed towards her now forming a thick cloud of what looked like smoke. "Come and get me." They swarmed around her and Rorschach till they attempted to fly right at her. Luckily they passed through her and into the pot as she had planned. "Close the top! Dear gods, have you never watched Ghostbusters!?"
“No T.V.” He stated simply, taking the advice and turning the pot upside down, it had been a planter, which meant no top, if she wanted a cooking pot, she should have flown them to a grocery store. Still, they were contained for the moment, till he found some other way to seal it. “We can’t lug this thing with us, and cops will be wondering what happened to their boys before long. We still have no information on who the hell we’re looking for, time to move on, find more leads, bust more heads.” Driven, that is word that could be used to describe the man, he zeroed in on a goal and like a dog with a bone he didn’t let go until the problem was buried, some evil was punishable by law, possibly redeemable if there was such a thing, others were fit for a toe tag and he was the coroner. This problem? Out of his knowledge base, he’d have to pick her brain, peruse the paranormal section of a library and then come at it smart. So far, loud and aggressive had gotten both of them in more trouble than it was worth and they were still at square one. Rorschach would need to hide for a while, the invisible man, Walter, he’d be needed for part two, but, he didn’t know Looker well enough to let her in on his mask, however. “I say we split up, cover more ground, meet back tonight at the Notre Dame Cathedral.” The religious implications held no motivation for the meeting place, it was simply a well known landmark.
No TV. Was this guy some religious prude. “Alright. I can take the slut comment from earlier just because Tuesdays are Titty Twister nights, but I will not stand for your ignorance of educational programming!” Looker removed her scarf from her head and tied it around the pot to keep the spirits focused on her energy. “Just drop the pot into the sewer. The other spirits down there will keep them busy.” He really didn’t know much about this stuff. She didn’t feel bad for him. It was this sort of material that got plenty of humans into trouble. Ouija boards, voodoo dolls, and magic books were basically asking for the user to commit to a lifetime of slow suicide. “Have never watched--Oh my god. We can’t separate. They’re after me and you’re human. Do you see the problem?” Looker was trying to be responsible for once. It wasn’t working. “Look, I can teach you a few trick, but this isn’t the type of thing you want to put on your resume.” Maybe he was right. Staying away from her could actually be the best method of protection for him. He could go where she couldn’t. A church. “Notre Dame. I can’t exactly go inside of there...even if you invited me I’d probably rot in hell.” Wouldn’t be the first time.
Rorschach tilted his head, with his face always covered it was a simple a motion that conveyed his confusion. “Got no reason to go into the church, I’d be called a hypocrites by hypocrites and I don’t like hypocrites, it’s a reference point, plenty of people, easy to fall into a crowd.” She obviously wasn’t used to working with a team. “As far as my resume, I told you before, I’m here to put down those that have to be put down hard, man, demon, doesn’t matter. This things sick and it’s only going to get sicker, someone’s gotta do the job, might as well be you and me.” With that he turned, heading off into the traffic of the nearby street and making his way for a library, he’d need a paranormal section, take down some notes, cross check with Looker for what was fact and what was bullshit speculation, she’d get the supplies, then they’d go hunting, smooth and simple.
"While you're at it, do me a favor and watch some X-Files. I think you could use more than some skepticism in your life." Looker flashed a smile at him. Well, he wasn't the worst partner. She believed in him just as much as she would Batman or the Boogie Man. That was no joke. She had met that killer before. In her life after and in between death there had been eye-fulls of objects, strange phenomena, even people. Nothing really surprised her anymore. There was no longer a reason for her to be a skeptic. She was Abyssian...and a vampire. That combination alone was more convincing than any paper document from the government. Looker was a secretary before she knew of her race. Now, she was an ex-model, vampire, vampire-hunter...Gods there was so much on her mind that she wish she could just ignore. "I'll see you at the finish line then." Her arms wrapped around her frame before she swiftly took off into the night in the form of a bat. Hopefully keeping this form would take away her scent.
Grenouille closed the shades of his small perfume shoppe. His mind was still fixated on the scent he had been tracking for two days now. The woman couldn't be that hard to find. He turned to a mirror hanging on the wall and murmured to it. "Ostende mihi puellam." The mirror reflected nothing but his own reflection to which he responded quite negatively towards. Glass was shattered all around the antique Persian carpet on the floor dating back at least 200 years. "Veniat ad me." Shadows gathered from around the room until they each collectively drifted towards Grenouille's feet. "I want that woman at my door by morning. I can no longer risk showing my face in public until I know that she is helpless. Whatever it takes...find her." His vision began to slip away leaving only his nose to sense. What had she smelled on her earlier? Roses, blood, sweat...leather. His form was shifting. He couldn't see his skin, but the scent of decayed flesh lingered over his nose. That ruined the scent he truly wanted. He couldn't hear, touch, taste, or see. Though he knew exactly what the room would look like after his tantrum.
Glass shattered and covered the tiled floor of the bathroom, for a long time Rorschach had been mocked for his size, he wasn’t as big as the others, he didn’t have a stocky build or height, he was short, but lithe. He’d never regretted a single day of it, he had more than enough strength to do what needed be done, and when the time came, he was always the right size for the job. He slipped through the narrow window and eventually out the door, it wasn’t a massive library, but it was certain to be a useful source of information. He immediately moved to the paranormal section, a small bit, but his hands flew to anything mentioning demons and how to ward against them. A small bag was retrieved to place them in, he also included a bible on the shot that it held useful passages related to the current predicament, especially if Vampires couldn’t enter churches. A quick escape through the same window and a trip to the park, he had some reading to do, it looked like another night without sleep.