The Nightmare of Hallowton(Open)

[Cazador]

It was a beautiful day miles outside of Hollowton. The forest was ripe with life and activity. A few days earlier, Relampago had left to gather some raw materials for his alchemy experiments. Money was hard to come by so gathering materials from the forest was cheaper than getting them from the alchemy store in town. It's not that he was greedy, but Relampago had learned to save his earnings. He never knew when he might need it. Even with the small earnings he was making from selling his potions to the shop, it wouldn't be enough to afford a roof. Lucky for Relampago, Sebastian had offered him a place to stay in Hellsing. The library and laboratory had been extremely useful in his research.

It was almost time to head back to town. The pouch he had brought to hold all the ingredients he found was getting full. It was mostly filled with rare materials. The cheaper ingredients he could just buy from the alchemy shop. He filled up the remaining space in his pouch before heading back to Hollowton. Normally he would of just walked. Relampago was never the type to rush considering his long life span, but he really wanted to get started on his work. Using his control of wind, he flew off into the air. He could see the city from the horizon, but something was wrong. The energy around the city was off, almost corrupt. He could see dozens of flames from the life force of the populace slowly fading out.

As he flew in closer, a storm cloud could be seen all around the city, but the coloring was off. He landed a little ways outside the city walls. He needed to examine first what was going on, but something caught his. He could see some people fleeing from the city before collapsing. Some tried to crawl towards the tall elf, but he immediately could see their condition. Boils, blood dripping from the mouth, fever.... a virus maybe. Relampago couldn't take any chances. He quickly casted a spell to filter out any impurities in the air and surrounded his skin in an invisible magic barrier. He walked over to one of the dying citizens who had become infected. He kneeled down next to him.

"What happened here?"

"*cough* I... *cough*... plague...

Dead. With the man's last words, Relampago was able to learn of what was going on in the city. He placed his hands over the dead mans eyes and shut them. As he touched the man, Relampago could sense the corrupt energy within the man. The virus was giving off a similar sort of energy he had sensed before. It was dark and mixed with energy of someone he knew.

"Sebastian...? What in Oblivion is going on in that city?"

The energy from the virus felt almost like Sebastian except it felt corrupted. Relampago couldn't just jump to conclusions. Not before getting all the facts. The only way now was to enter the city. He could use the alchemy lab at Hellsing to get to work on a cure or at least someway to halt the progression of the breakout in the city. He made his way into the city only to see dozens of bodies littered throughout the streets. Some were even barely alive, but there was nothing he could do for them for the time being. Things were only going to get worse. Thunder shook the sky as the rain began to pour down on everyone's head. Little would anyone know, it wasn't rain.

As the acid rain made contact with Relampago's magic barrier, he could see steam rising from it. He look around towards those on the ground who were still barely alive. He saw each of them screaming in agony as the acid ripped into their flesh. The whole city was being drowned in acid rain. At least for now he could stop the rain. Relampago looked towards the poisonous storm and took in breath of fresh air thanks to his spell. He then released a large shout that could be heard echoing all across the city. It drowned out all other sounds in the city for a few moments.

"LOK VAH KOOR!"

It would be the second time Hollowton heard this shout. The first was when he first came to the city. Like before, the clouds retreated and the skies became clear. Though the citizens would still suffer from the outbreak, at least now they wouldn't have to worry about melting under the rain. Relampago continued to make his way through the city to get to Hellsing. Once he did make it, the only thing Relampago could find was ruins. The entire manner was destroyed. There wasn't a trace of life left. A confused look over took his face. He knelt down and felt the destroyed concrete. Again he could feel traces of that same corrupted energy as he did with in the virus.

He would need to find him to figure out was going on, but with everything being so chaotic in the city, it would be hard to sense or locate him. For now he would need to get to work on halting the virus somehow. Relampago made his way to the alchemy shop in town. The plan now was to get some kind of communication going with the hospital and alchemy shop. Maybe then he could start getting to work on saving what was left of the living.

[Saephara]

The hatred in air was thickening as Saephara got closer to the manor, threatening to choke her through her helmet. In and out she weaved between staggering humans and swiftly the bike was directed through narrow alleys. As she turned onto the lengthy driveway leading up to the prestigious establishment a rain began to fall. Her wrists were bare to the air and as it fell onto that skin, it burned slowly. 'Acidic rain? This is even better,' she thought sarcastically. But as quick as it had began, it ended suddenly with a grand voice shouting the words, "LOK VAH KOOR!" That someone had that much energy to control the nature itself, they were grand indeed and she would love to meet them at another point. Her main objective was finding this source.

As she approached, her bike slowed to a stop with one boot placed upon the ground to support it. She kicked the stand down and left the bike running. There wouldn't be much time spent here. There was nothing to look at. It was in ruins. Saephara was utterly amazed by the destruction of such a large manor. She spent half an hour sifting through the rubble, searching for something to give an indicator of where to go next. As she stood there, the evil that stood contaminating the area pulled at the darkness in her and made the seal upon her chest burn. Initially she paid no attention to it. Finally she finished her scant search but found nothing. Defeated, she walked back to her bike wanting to go back to her home to hope for more advice and knowledge when it hit her. The seal. She remembered looking through one of the books and reading about how giving it some of her energy would unlock...something. Of course, that was all the book stated and it didn't give an indication of what it would do. Why the hell was it in her damn family's books if it was no help then? It was her only choice though.

Sae turned back towards the rubble and removed her helmet, unzipping her jacket to reveal a portion of the seal. She took in a deep breath and released it slowly, directing a small portion of her energy to the design. 'Please...I need to know where to go,' she thought. A gentle wind blew around her, raising her braid slightly. A sharp pain went through her upper back but she concentrated further. Something told her to open her eyes and she did. Faintly in the air, she could see a bloody red trail leading back towards the town. "This will lead me to the cause?" she wondered aloud. Hurriedly she grabbed her helmet and shoved it on, kicking her bike back up. She turned the bike around and revved up, taking off back down the driveway following the trail.

Within minutes she had pulled to a stop sideways in the town square, her kickstand down, staring at two individuals to the right at a distance. One was the vampire woman she had assisted when she arrived. The other? Hellsing Manor's very own butler. Sebastian. Her eyes narrowed and she pressed a hidden button on the side of the bike's tank, releasing a compartment from which she removed a collapsible bow. Discreetly she opened it and held it hidden behind the bike. For now, she would watch.

[Cap'n Failz]

"It is what anyone sensible would do."

He listened to the symptoms, and nodded. It added up with what he had discovered so far himself. The plague itself might not be that difficult to treat on its own, perhaps even cure altogether, at least on the basis of an individual person. He looked down at the girl the other woman carried, and a momentary pang of sadness crawled through his mind, but he shook it off quickly. "I believe I am as of yet not infected. And yes, I am well capable of both healing and curing, with enough information available."

"Removing it from the air will be a problem, yes." He knew of a way to do it, but it would be....problematic. More to do with the amount of effort it would require than anything else, but that was beside the point. "I know of a way to clean and purify the air. But it is not...viable. Not now."

He turned to watch as someone walked by, the oddity of the aura he possessed striking the Dark Lord as strange indeed. It wasn't human, despite what his appearance would indicate.

Most curious.

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It had seemed strange, the suddenness with which this plague had set upon the city. It reminded him all too eerily of Ashera's awakening and her attempted "judgement" of the world. The methods had been vastly different, but the results were disturbingly similar. Only the scale differed.

He stood now at the central marketplace of Hallowton, his cape whipping behind him in the ill breeze. On any normal day, he would not usually be out and about in full armor. But he had come to be aware of even the faintest tinge of the armor's blessing being in use, and he could feel it even now: it was, by some miracle, keeping him mercifully protected from this hellish disease. It pained him to have to simply sit by and watch others die, perhaps moreso than the disease itself might have.

The greatest oddity of all of this, perhaps...was the sudden destruction of the Hellsing manor. On the path he had taken to walking most days, the manor was clearly visible. Of late it had disappeared, only to be replaced with broken ground and rubble. That was most troubling when compounded with this sudden disease.

As his thoughts about Hellsing came to a close, he caught sight of their butler passing by. The coincidences of this world never ceased to amaze him. Slowly, he stepped forward. "Sebastian." He spoke up, loudly enough to be heard. "Are you aware that the Hellsing manor has been demolished?"

[sebastian]

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It was a good thing he wasn't being obvious about his involvement here... That much became clear when a woman approached him; one whose scent was... Strange... It was hauntingly familiar, yet unfamiliar... But it was obvious that there were people all over who were on the lookout... And he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing the truth. He turned his head slightly toward the woman, a gleam of rage in his crimson eyes which wasn't entirely false; but the target of that rage would be lied about. "I have a hunch, Miss, but nothing more. Isafaro attacked Hallowton once before without provocation, and that city certainly has the technology to create a biochemical weapon of mas destruction. I feel this plague is of their doing..." He said, looking in sorrow toward the nearest Plague victim on the ground. He knelt down again to close those eyes as well with a gloved hand. "How sad..." He murmured, half talking to himself. "Life of mortals are so fragile... So easily lost... Humans are truly fascinating beings, and yet they fade away before I can properly study them and their intelligence..."

The rain had begun, he could feel the drops hitting his skin. The pH was low enough to burn flesh, but it simply rolled off his own like normal rain. The only difference was this it felt slightly warmer to his demonic skin. Another defensive mechanism in his kind. It would take something much more acidic to cause damage to his flesh. However... It didn't last long... He sensed that magic usage... And felt a flash of irritation. That elf... No matter... The clouds would come back on their own quickly; as it wasn't the natural water cycle which caused these clouds. It was the polluted water and bacteria. In a few hours, it would already begin to take over the skies again. That was when the roar of a motorcycle distracted him, and he looked up at the distant bike which had halted just outside the main square. The figure who rode it... He would have to be alert, as he was suspicious that she was the angel he could sense.



Then he heard his name, coming from the mouth of someone he had never met before. So, he was known even to this stranger? Of course... Most of Hallowton knew Hellsing's Butler by name. He sighed and rose from his kneel by the fallen human, turning to face the one who had come to speak with him. "Yes, I am well aware of it. Sir Integra has already been moved to a safer location, away from this gruesome disease. It seems in the absence of the movement, someone decided to strike at Hellsing. It happened before, hell spawn by the name of Daikus brought it down with a bomb. But he didn't kill Integra as he intended, so he probably thought it would be wise to bring the manor down again; believing this disease would have left us vulnerable." A rather bemused smile crossed his features. "It's a shame his target is already in a place beyond any harm." The smile was replaced by an irritable grimace in a moment.

"Though I must admit... That mess... It was quite infuriating... I suppose I'll have more work on my hands once this is all over." He sighed, and turned away from the newcomer, nodding a farewell to both him and the woman. "I do hope you'll excuse me, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. A cure for this plague must be found as soon as possible; and I have someone to catch and detain." He moved away from them, the tailcoat billowing out around him as he put some distance between himself and them. He would kneel by the next fallen humans, another family it seemed, and extended the gloved hand to close their eyes as well; taking a deliberate and obviously large sniff through his nose. No point hiding he wasn't human, so he would act as if he were trying to discover treatment through scent and touch. Of course, he already knew treatment and a cure; but he simply had no intention of giving it out. Allowing frustration to darken his gaze and make his movements stiff, he rolled up the sleeve of a fallen human and inspected the ruptured skin, focused entirely on his "task" of "treatment discovery."



That was when the pain struck, burning white hot across his chest as he bent over the corpse a bit too much. It was with great difficulty he held back the demonic snarl of agony as he doubled over, raising his hand to his shoulder, and slowly running it down the length of his chest where the wound was. As he raised the hand to his face, the blotches of red were all too obvious on the crisp white fabric of his glove. He rose unsteadily to his feet, looking down at his chest and seeing the slowly growing red stain across his white tuxedo shirt. What an inconvenience... It was still hard to believe that wound hadn't healed in the week since his encounter with Legion, but the proof was right here; in the blood stains and the pain. But he could feel his skin struggling to mend itself already, and made a mental note to be extra careful when leaning over from now on.

He continued to make his way down the road, away from those who had come up to him, refusing to allow himself to show any weakness as he walked straight-backed and proud to continue his "task." His back was to them, they wouldn't see the blood from his injury, and that was his intention. His sense of pain would be drowned out in his aura by his determination; it would be difficult for any of them to sense his not so great physical state, that suited him just fine. He could only hope this injury would heal in time; he wasn't fond of the idea of bearing it for the rest of his long life. But he knew now... Something about those dark tendrils of Legion's had slowed his high speed demon regeneration... Perhaps a poison of some sort... But it wasn't allowing the wound to fully close, or heal over... And that was enough to send a fresh burning rage through his head. But no matter...

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Thoughts ► "Such weakness..."
Feelings ► Determined

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Muse ► Great!
Tags ► Hallowton
Notes ► None
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Ira]

'Yes. That es my name. Do you wish to remain with her? What do I do with you? I no know you were of the living.' The togruta threw a glance towards the sword before looking back towards Revan.

'I have not had the pleasure of meeting too many sensible Sith, former or current ones.' It was true, honestly. Half the people who claimed to 'redeemed' Sith, seemed to still lack the sensibility they lacked while they were 'being a great Sith'.

She nodded though as he explained that clearing the air was not possible right now. However, as he did so, threatening thunderstorms seem to part magically. Interesting, but a thing she was greatful for in the end.

'Where there es hospital? On Coruscant, they had to have the filters to prevent this en hospital. Et may be same here. Even ef no, we may be able to handle that through the Force. Even ef start the small room en hospital, et will help-... Wakanda trailed off as she noticed Revan had turned and now seemingly focused on something else - the turn being the only thing to indicate to her his attention had moved at all.

Someone like them who moved unaffected by these things yet they looked human enough. Strange. And another couple of people who were speaking with him as well now. They seemed unaffected as well, at least at the moment. She watched the interactions, puzzled by it slightly: their words made no sense to her - she was not informed in the matters of the Hallowton and who worked for who and why they were and so on. She was just there.

She watched him walk away from the others. He seemed to be willing to look after the dead, at least. Despite his words being odd about humans and them dying and not being able to study them (probably should have set off some alarms, yet it just kind of didn't), he seemed to be willing to at least show respect to the bodies.

However, she noticed him doubling over a hand moving to his shoulder. With an entire Order of Jedi who often attempted to hide their pains from her by any means, she was used to it. Usually attempting to hide wounds against darker fabrics than white too. This just made it too easy.

Words touched Sebastian gently, spoken through the Force to him; 'Do you need help too?'

[Silver Eyes]

More and more were dropping down dead in the streets, in their homes, their modes of transportation, and even inside some of the local shops. Elizabeth snarled to herself as the smell grew more and more potent even from behind the mask. The demon, Sebastian he was called, told her he knew nothing and she dismissed that as the truth. There were other matters on the hybrid's mind and figuring out who was behind this had started to move towards the back. As horrible as this situation was, it was presenting a delicious opportunity for her that was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Anyone who was getting infected, freshly that is, could help sate her ever growing hunger. Already she was beginning to salivate.

But the moment she took off the mask, the environment was so overpowering, she bent over and expelled her more recent meal onto the ground: pig's blood. It was still taking time, far too much time, to adjust to physical sensations such as this and at this level. After wiping her mouth clean, she placed the mask back on with a displeased sigh. So much for getting away with a fresh meal. Now she had to return to her home and pick up some packets she managed to steal from a hospital to stop herself from making that mistake again.

Rather than acknowledging any familiar presences that happened to be nearby, she stepped into the shadow next to her, and fell into it. There was nothing she could accomplish here.

[Saephara]

It turns out that she hadn't needed her bow after all. Her breath caught as Sebastian turned to look at her briefly, a disinterested look on his face. The only thing she saw was the butler's eyes. They were empty, unnaturally empty. Like he was trying too hard to hide something. So...it seemed he knew something of what was occurring. He had turned and spoken to the woman, his words mute to Sae's ears. Then, he simply turned and began walking away, going the opposite direction. She removed her helmet and took the key from her bike, sliding them into her pocket. Her left hand tightened on the bow in it as she completely unzipped her jacket and removed it to place it across the bike's seat. Breathing was becoming easier ever since her experiment with her seal. It raised several more questions, but she didn't care much at the moment.

She jumped up into the air and onto the building closest to her and began walking in the direction that the butler had gone. As she strode across the now barren buildings and hopped the deserted alleys, she noticed that the skies were darkening with that sickly color it had held when the acidic rain first fell. Hopefully, it would hold off for a bit. Looking back down into the street, she could see him striding along. He was lost in his thoughts. Every now and then he would kneel at a dying human's side and either speak with them softly or check their skin, observing the sickness. It hadn't seemed to affect him at all, however, and she noticed the red trail on the air that she had followed to get to the square was coming from him. Sae frowned and slowed her step as the butler stopped and doubled over. 'What is this?' she wondered as she crouched at the edge of the roof, trying to get a better look. As Sebastian moved to hold himself, she noticed bright red upon that pristine white glove of his. Her eyes widened at the sight. 'Blood...' She hadn't sensed anything other than what she had through out the past day or so; what could have caused his injury?

He began to move again and as he did, she did as well, careful to keep a safe distance away as she observed him. She was fairly certain now that he was the cause of this disaster and it was obvious to her that he was not human. Then what was he? She hadn't exactly learned of every species on this planet or the species of other various areas. Even so, her mind held doubt as to why he would do such a thing. She had heard of him to be a kind butler and a loyal servant to the mistress of the manor, Integra. There had to be something drastic that occurred to have him changed this much. As she thought deeper of it, her seal throbbed once more. She took only a moment to look down upon her chest to see the image was darkened, darkened far more than she had ever seen it. Even this didn't bother her. Her only thought was Sebastian and what could have caused him to perform such an act.

[Queen Lori]

Lori vomited blood into a bucket that her servants had brought for her then presented her with an oxygen tank. One of many that Constantine Harker had built during his time in Hallowton. Bringing a mask up to her mouth to provide her with some much needed air, but her lungs still felt like they were on fire. The plague had caused the Queen to be bedridden, and it couldn't have happened at a worse time. On top of a war with Isafaro and her own people being divided by class, they had to endure this as well. The Queen never believed in gods or fate. Was this her punishment for some greater crime she performed? Why the hell was everything bad happening to her and her people?

"Get... get-"
Lori coughed some more. It hurt just to speak. She would have covered her mouth but the boils on her body was so sensitive to touch that she feared causing them to pop with simple contact. Not that it mattered much as they just pop before long anyways. Lori looked up to the nurses around her bed and did her best to speak.
"Get me... Stark..."
Stark was the closest thing to a scientist they had around here. If he didn't know what they could do then nobody could.

[Ayen]

Hellsing wasn't doing any better in the face of the epidemic than the rest of the city's population. Maricul was able to get Integra out of the mansion alongside most of the Wild Geese, Sector XIII members and Freaks. But she didn't see who had caused it. Then there was this plague. Though it affected each members differently, it affected them all. There were boils all over the members of the Wild Geese's skin and their lungs and stomachs experienced agonizing pains. The Regenerators found themselves in a never ending battle against the bacteria which touched their flesh, only to be pushed back out and latch onto their flesh again. Even the vampires were infected. Every time they wanted to talk they had to endure an intense pain in their lungs. The stomach problem remained whether they chose to speak or not and of course the boils were unavoidable.

With a mask covering her face for when she did have to breathe, Maricul was tasked with finding Sebastian. The butler that has been MIA since the wreckage. Under normal circumstances that would have made him suspect number one but Integra only wanted him found. So that what she would do. With the rest of her squad dealing with their own plague and helping where they still could, Mari was on her own as she walked down the streets and finally found Sebastian. A cut in his chest and that same woman who helped aid them during the previous attack on Hallowton was nearby. Just great...

“Sebastian! What the hell happened to you!?”

[sebastian]

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Wow, some people just wouldn't leave him be, could they? The fact that that woman was even assuming he needed help was laughable. He heard the voice in his head, and turned instantly to face the force user who had spoken to him; who was standing not far away along with the other force-user. He spoke clearly to her, loud enough to be heard over the short distance. "No, Miss; I don't need help. This is merely a scratch, focus your efforts on the ones who need it here, please; they are wasted on me." With that he turned to continue on his way, disregarding the fact that it was clearly not just a scratch; judging by the amount of blood which stained his clothed in a diagonal blotchy line down his front. The steady stream of rage and frustration allowed ignoring his pain to be an easy task.

He was well aware of his follower, that woman who had ridden her motorcycle into the city. He had been able to smell her following of him, and hear those ever so soft footsteps across the rooftops as she attempted to avoid detection. But he had given no sign of his being aware of her; much as he wanted to suddenly turn and snarl up at her to stalk someone else. Anything to make others not suspect this was his doing was something he needed to consider. And getting defensive would do the opposite of that. The only reason for anyone to follow him would be because they thought he was the one responsible, or they were concerned about his injury; which was insulting really. He wanted no one to be concerned about him, neither did he need it. He was a powerful demon, and a little cut was not something for anyone to worry themselves about. For now, he would continue to act unaware of her.



But of course... Matters would only become worse as a familiar, and unwelcome, scent and voice reached his senses. Maricul... No doubt out and about seeking the one who had killed Integra. He wouldn't be surprised if she thought he had been to one to kill Integra; a heart attack wasn't exactly an obvious form of death. He could smell the sickness on her though, and found himself satisfied that his plague could affect even vampires and freaks. But that satisfaction was replaced with irritation yet again as he turned to face Maricul at the question he was presented with. "Just a memento of my hunting down the one responsible for destroying the manor, Miss Maricul." He said in reply, shrugging off his pain and waving aside her concern. His tone of voice would make it clear that he didn't appreciate her acting as if she cared about such a minor wound. "The same one who brought down the manor last time, Daikus. I have no plans on letting him get away again. It pains me to say I left the manor in pursuit before making sure Sir Integra was safely out of the way; but if I stayed to do so, Daikus would have slipped away without any trace at all. I trusted that Alucard, Seras, or yourself would ensure she was safe."

The demon tilted his head toward the far side of the square, down the pathway he had been following. "He came down to the estate a few days ago, and I've been attempting to track him down since then; and had a brief squabble in which he slipped away again. But his trail continues to backtrack and overlap... He heaved a sigh of exasperation, turning in the indicated direction. "I believe he went that way, judging by his scent trail on these corpses, which comes with the illness. You are more than welcome to join me, perhaps you can aid in trapping him. I feel Isafaro is the cause of this Plague; and he helped, judging by a few choice words spoken to me in our brief encounter. He is most likely rather upset by his failure to kill the master, yet again." Yes, continue playing innocent, and acting as if he didn't know Integra was already dead. That was the smartest thing to do. There was no reason for anyone from Hellsing to know he had brought down the manor, and he now had his explanation for his absence in the days since the collapse.

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In the [stillness] of the shining sky
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Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]

Thoughts ► "You had best not interefere..."
Feelings ► Extremely irritable and frustrated.

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Muse ► Great!
Tags ► Hallowton
Notes ► None
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Ayen]

"Just a memento of my hunting down the one responsible for destroying the manor, Miss Maricul."

“Not used to seeing you hurt. Looks like they did a pretty good number on you.”

"The same one who brought down the manor last time, Daikus. I have no plans on letting him get away again. It pains me to say I left the manor in pursuit before making sure Sir Integra was safely out of the way; but if I stayed to do so, Daikus would have slipped away without any trace at all. I trusted that Alucard, Seras, or yourself would ensure she was safe."

“I managed to get her out before the mansion collapsed. But she wants to see you now.”

"He came down to the estate a few days ago, and I've been attempting to track him down since then; and had a brief squabble in which he slipped away again. But his trail continues to backtrack and overlap... I believe he went that way, judging by his scent trail on these corpses, which comes with the illness. You are more than welcome to join me, I feel Isafaro is the cause of this Plague; and he helped, judging by a few choice words spoken to me in our brief encounter. He is most likely rather upset by his failure to kill the master, yet again."

“I'm not picking up his scent. Are you sure?”

[Ira]

'You say this, but you move about unaffected by et. That en etself es a skill we can use. Et could be of help. She stared at Sebastian as he moved away and frowned. Why did people always have to be like that? Then again, they all seemed to vastly underestimate her skills with the Force. Thirty-five years. And like she didn't know what she was doing.

Just throw her saber at the guy. Yeah. Heal him like that. No...That was a bad idea. Throwing sabers was always a bad idea. Her contemplation though lasted long enough to hear Sebastian discussing with Maricul. But, that wasn't what she had heard him say earlier? Of course, it was over a distance. She could have misheard. But, she was confident in her hearing. If there was one thing togrutas were known for, it was their hearing.

But what reason would he have to lie to these people? And be so inconsistent with it? Wakanda tilted her head to the side as she thought about it. Which one was the truth? Which one the lie? What if they both were lies?

'He said something different to another person a moment ago, I believe, concerning this Entegra,' she cautioned Maricu through the Forcel as she spoke about moving Integra herself. Maybe it was no matter. Probably was none of her concern.

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“Not used to seeing you hurt. Looks like they did a pretty good number on you.”

He was distracted from that annoying voice in his head from the force user by Maricul's words. The demon bared his fangs, a very real growl rumbling in his throat; deep and frustrated. It wasn't a threat, not intended as a threat in any way. But it certainly expressed his displeasure and irritation. "A mere error on my part, Miss; one I will not make again. I would appreciate it if you didn't rub it in. My injuries are superficial enough to not be considered as being 'hurt' at any rate." Maricul would be better off focusing on her own problems, rather than him. She was the one being affected by the illness, he wasn't. Though no doubt, there were many problems back at the manor with the Plague; they didn't have any way to kill off the bacteria. Only he knew how the organisms could be eliminated and defended against.

“I managed to get her out before the mansion collapsed. But she wants to see you now.”

He felt a trace of confusion somewhere beneath that blind fury which ran through his veins. Of course Maricul would have wanted to pull Integra's body from the wreckage before it was crushed. But he remembered that seal on her neck then. If Integra had died, wouldn't Maricul have been sealed away like Alucard at the time of death? If so, why was she still standing here? Perhaps a flaw in the alchemy magic? That wasn't unlikely, considering he knew very little about it. Though how Integra could have made the mistake was strange; she hadn't one to make such mistakes... Well, never mind, she had been human after all; all humans made mistakes. But the second part of what she said really muddled his mindset. Integra... Was dead... There was no way he would have mistaken if his master was dead or not; he'd felt the severing in the contract itself... If Maricul had pulled her from the rubble, then she would know. Perhaps the Plague had a different affect on Vampires, focusing on the brain cells...



“I'm not picking up his scent. Are you sure?”

That brought his muddled mind away from the confused thoughts, and there was irritation set in his face again. "You know full well I am a demon, Miss. My sense of smell is much stronger than your own. Daikus made a point to tread near the corpses, knowing his scent would be well masked by the stench of dead and the illness. But I always smell such things, it is an easy matter for me to separate his scent from the rest of the... Common... Scents I pick up wherever I go, simply because of what I am." He turned to begin walking down the road again, apparently to follow the scent trail, "Right now, I need to focus on apprehending Daikus. The master knows what she must do to summon me if it is an absolute necessity to see me now, but the perpetrator will be lost in the process. I am quite certain she would rather I catch this man first, before returning." He shot a glance over his shoulder at her. "I would be ever so grateful if you could pass on to her my apologies for vanishing without warning, though. I should return within a couple days at the most, hopefully with Daikus in chains behind me." With those words, he began to walk away, a purpose in his step; kneeling to sniff at another corpse before frowning and moving on with renewed vigor.

He didn't want to be followed about by Maricul; or anyone at that. The longer he was near her, the more likely it was that he'd be found out. He had given her the option of accompanying him, and she had decided to question his senses instead. Well fine then. He would ditch her here. Without warning, he stiffened up his entire body, sniffing at the air again, and clenched his gloved fists tightly; as if he had suddenly found a new lead. "I know where you are now..." He snarled under his breath, just loud enough for those nearby to hear. With another quiet growl, he picked up his pace; tailcoat fluttering about behind him as he flickered down the road; no longer disguising his demon speed. Anyone following and listening to his conversations would know by now that he was a demon, so there was no reason to hide the inhuman speed anymore. He would appear to have vanished without a trace from the area in his speed; when he in reality had ducked into an alleyway on the far other side of Hallowton.



Way down here, the Plague hadn't yet spread entirely; there weren't nearly so many people visibly suffering; though everyone knew in this area about the Plague on the far side of town. That explained why the few brave souls wandering around outside had some form of attempted filter over their mouths. But the clouds hadn't come here yet, the sun beat down into the area and it looked almost normal. And it was here that he would take refuge for a moment. The demon moved to the darkest area of the alleyway he could find, and leaned his back against the filthy wall as he slipped down its surface, squatting on the ground with his face resting in his gloved hands. The sudden movement had worsened his own injury, and it was bleeding again; soaking through his clothing and dripping onto the ground around him. There was also a fresh stabbing pain in his head, and a trail of blood running down the side of his face. He had gotten dizzy during the run; and must have hit his head on something along the way. At the speed he had gone, running into anything even slightly sharp could cause damage... And now he was certain there was venom or something of the like in Legion's tendrils. His chest wound wasn't healing properly, and the wound in his head wasn't exactly healing over either... So his regeneration was being affected... Somehow...

The butler had never felt like this before. If he had been capable of feeling fear, that would have been his leading emotion at this time. He didn't know what was wrong with his regeneration, this constant pain was unfamiliar. He had lost his prey, and set a Plague on a town in his blind rage; a town in which many beings would start hunting him down if they ever knew it was his doing. And so he remained in the alley, slumped against the wall in the filth and darkness, not even caring anymore. His chest was no longer bleeding as regeneration feebly kicked in, dulling the pain. But his clothing was soaked through with his blood. There was blood smeared on his face now as well, from his gloves which had been preen pressed to his chest wound earlier. There was a constant pulsing headache, and he looked up from his hands to gaze at the opposite wall with a slightly dazed look. "What the hell... Is going on..." He whispered under his breath, lost in his confusion.

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Thoughts ► "There's no way she's alive..."
Feelings ► Lost in confusion

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Muse ► Great!
Tags ► Hallowton
Notes ► Now the Nightmare is striking at its fullest. XD Yay, I just love to torture Sebastian.
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Cazador]

Relampago had been moving as quickly as possible to reach the alchemy shop. Along the way he could the bodies continuing to rise without any sign of stopping. Even more bizarre were the returning clouds. It looked as though he had only temporarily delayed the acidic rain from doing its damage to the city. Soon it would return. It was too much of a coincidence that both the acid storm and plague would show up at the same time. They had to of been linked. There was also still the matter of why Sebastian's energy print was all over the virus. The answers would be revealed eventually.

With the speed of the wind carrying Relampago, he was able to make it into the alchemy shop. As he ran inside he quickly noticed the owner had already died to the infection. It wasn't known how long though, but some looters were already taking advantage of the situation. He saw several men in protective suits gathering up the old owners supplies. It was shameful to be stealing from the dead, but in Relampago's case it was for a good cause. Just by listening to the men's conversation, their reasons for being there were less than noble.

"Just take everything. Once the plague is over with will just open a stand in town and sell it. No one is gonna ask where... Hey beat it pal! We were here first!"

"I thought it was said that you can't take anything with you when your dead. So tell me why is it that you are trying to take these items with you?"

"When we're dead? That sounded like a threat. You think you can waltz right in here and intimidate us?"

"How can I threaten someone who is already dead? Look at yourselves."

The looked at each other only to realize that each of them were nothing more than skeletons. Each of them screamed and dropped everything they had collected. One of them hunched over into a ball as Relampago took the shape of the grim reaper while the others ran out of the shop screaming and crying for help. It was nothing more than an illusion. The effects would wear off in a few hours and they would be safe, so long as the kept their little hazmat suits on. Relampago picked up the bags that the men had filled up. It looked like they were filled with most of the ingredients he was going to need. It would save him the time of finding the items himself.

As Relampago prepared to exit, he cast an illusion inside the store to make it appear empty. He hoped that it would stop any more looters from going inside to take anything just in case he would need to come back for more supplies. With his bags filled, he started to make his way for the hospital.

[Byakko Furaribi]

If it had been possible, Questas would have shot a glance at the body of its former master. No, definitely not, it decided quickly as it ignored the presence of those about it for a moment. Returning its attention to Wakanda, it sighed. "Byakko is long gone from this world. Such pathetic emotions are beyond me. I have no wish to remain by the side of a corpse for eternity. That would serve to purpose to my quest."