Pest Control - RP

[Red Giant]

Character - Red
Animated Skeleton

*The scene is a run-down cafe veiled in the night of London City. There are only a few tables and chairs scattered around, some housing various insects.
Only two people inhabit the cafe; a tall bearded man in a raincoat sitting with a cup of coffee and an overweight waitress busying herself behind a counter.
The bell on the door rings and Red enters clothed in a leather coat and a top hat; a combination which would almost make him look stupid if he wasn't a skeleton.*

Red: *To the waitress* Dana *Nods*

Dana: Hey Red. The usual?

Red: Ha. That'd be grand. *Sits on the chair opposite the bearded man*

Man: *Raised eyebrow* The usual?

Red: *In a patronising tone* Mr Revelle, I'm a skeleton, I don't need food.

Revelle: I see. *Lowers eyebrow* Well, Mr... Mr. Red. I'm glad you could make it. Although you are somewhat late.

Red: I ran into some traffic on the way here... literally.

Revelle: Uh... right. Well. The matter concerns you and your... kind. That is, the Miscreations.

Red: The what?

Mr. Revelle: Those that are not human. In the classic sense of the word, you understand.

Red: Oh... they have a word for us now? Looks like we're getting some recognition. That's good for us.

Revelle: No, Red. You could not be further from the truth. You see, my organisation has been the driving force keeping you and the others under wraps on earth. We are not linked to the government.
Our job has been getting harder with time. There have been more sightings and incidents that we have not been able to prevent. But... we may have found a place that the Miscreations can exist. We have found a gate to another world... a world where some of your kind must have originated from.

Red: ... What are you suggesting exactly?

Revelle: Total exodus. All who aren't of this world must go.

Red: No hold on a second here! *Angrily* I was born here, remember? A human! I don't come from this never never land!

Revelle: *Avoiding eye contact, despite Red having no eyes.* I know, but you must understand our position. My master would very much like to lay down this tiresome job.

Red: What you're proposing is insane. There must be hundreds of them. Vampires, Demons, Animal-men, Elves. Things there aren't even words for! You think they won't put up a fight? You think they'll all just happily be deported?

Revelle: That's actually why we've contacted you. We are employing you and some others with exceptional skill to hunt them. To find them. Wherever they are. Track them down and tell them the news.

Red: And if they don't want to go?

Revelle: *Lays a gun on the table, but keeps one hand on it cautiously.* Then they're pests. Think of yourself as pest control.

Red: *Pauses for a moment, then, without time for Revelle to grab the gun, throws a punch into Revelle's face and pins him against a wall* I take this quite personally, Mr. Revelle. I'm keeping you alive so that you can crawl back and tell whatever "Master" you work for this: Me and the other "Pests" are staying -firmly- put.
*Knocks Revelle unconcious.*
Dana, when he comes to, tell him I took his gun.

Dana: Sure thing, Red.

{{ And that's that. Your character can be a human or a Miscreation, working as a hunter or as a rebel. Do the Miscreations earn their place on earth? Does Revelle's mysterious "Organisation" deport them all? You decide. }}

[BlackIceAdept]

Name: Antgi Liti
Race: Half-Elemental (Human/Water)

*Antgi walks out of a pond in northern canada, only to see a tall blode woman in a one-piece blue and black floral swimsuit standing with a gun pointing at his "heart"*

Antgi: *sighs* Must you do that whenever I come out of the water?

Woman: *looks up and down at Antgi's now robed body* Well if I wasn't ready for one of your kind to pull a surprise attack I wouldn't need this gun now would I?

Antgi: So you think that one of my breathren would attack while I'm around?

Woman: *Puts her gun back in it's holder* Well I how should I know Antgi your always so quite when your restoring your "mana".

Antgi: You would know becuase it would get very icy around here very quickly... *gives a cold glare to the Woman*

Woman: Well whatever... just stand guard while I change okay?

Antgi: Peh alright... *walks over infront of the trees* [mumbles]I hate working with humans... [mumbles]

Woman: You say something Antgi? *puts a blue bullet in her gun* [Think] This outta get him... [Think]

Antgi: No nothing at all...

Woman: Alright I'm done lets go...

Antgi: About time... *walks back though the trees, once more to see the Woman standing there with her gun at his heart* Damnit what now?

Woman: Your death... *fires the blue bullet out towards Antgi*
*Antgi douges it barely but I hits his left shoulder and freezes it solid*
Antgi: Damnit an ice bullet. It froze my arm, damn you Lily!!!

Lily: Oh don't worry "pest" you won't be in pain for long *loads an entire cartridge of the ice bullets*

Antgi: Well I guess you figured it out will then prepare to die! *punches the ground with his right fist. Then a huge gush of water came out from underneath Lily*

Lily: What *gulg* are you *gulg* doin *gulg*!!!

Antgi: Dealing with the real "pest" here! *snaps his right hand. The entire pillar of rushing water froze inculding the now engulfed Lily* No more working with humans... *punches the ice shattering it along with Lily. And then walks into the forest now with a watery cloak over his left hand cursing Lily and every other "Pest Control" unit in this now messed up world...*

[Grandy]

 Name: Atikkus Gizrael
 Race: Nightner (humans with demon's power).
 Hunter

 (Florianopolis, Brazil, South America 3:43 PM)
 *A man with a dark cloack and blue-purple-ish hair is in the top of a building, looking down, suddenly, he jumps and falls next to a not-human bald man with horns and red skin*
 Blue-Haired: Were you going somewhere?
 Demon: *Looks scared* H- How did you find me?
 Blue-Haired: C'mon, you really think you can run away from me?
 Demon: *Slowy walking back, without turning away* I- I don't know wh-what are you talking about!
 Blue-Haired: Oh, you don't? Maybe this can make your memory return? *He shows what appear to be someones hat, its green, and looks really old*
 Demon: Th- What is that? *By this time, some people walking down the street are already looking to they*
 Blue-Haired: THIS is the proof you killed.
 Demon: N-No, I didn't, I... I just.... *Turns around and starts to run away*
 Blue-Haired: Oh, no, not so fast. *He runs and grab the Demon* Now, now. I can let you go IF you tell me who are the others.
 Demon: Others? I- I know no others?
 Blue-Haired: ...
 Demon: S-Seriously!
 Blue-Haired: ...
 Demon: ...*looks REALLY scared*
 Blue-Haired: Talk. *by this time, a LOT of people are around they*
 Demon: O-Ok, I'll talk! They're not here! They're somewhere in Europe! They said it was too dangerous to be here!
 Blue-Haired: Well, well, yes, it was. *He waits a little* Okay, you can go. *releases the demon*
 Demon: Se-Serious?
 Blue-Haired: GO! Before I change my mind!
 Demon: I-...*run away*
 Blue-Haired: *sigh* *looks around* TÁ BOM, O SHOW ACABOU, DEM O FORA DAQUI! (Well, he is Brazil, right? What he said was something like "Okay, the show is over, get out of here!") *all the people walk (or run) away*
 Blue-Haired: ...to Europe, it is.

 --Note: I don't pretend let Atikkus be a hunter forever. And, Red, welcome back (I suppose you'll post more now that you made an RP)--

[Dragonium]

Character - Akintale Brave.

Half-Feline.

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*On an underground train in mid-London, sits a stranger. He is dressed in a long brown trenchcoat, and a brown hat. In front of his face is a large newspaper; the headline on the front reads "MYSTERY ROBBER HAS POLICE BAFFLED"*

Akintale: Humans... *The man sitting across from him leans across to another man and whispers something, not taking his eyes off Akintale*

*The train grinds to a halt, and most people get off; all except Akintale and a man sitting down the carriage from him*

Man: Not long now, Akintale. Plan's nearly finished. Just a little more.

Akintale: Uh-huh. And how can you be sure your idiot plan'll work, Uram?

Uram: My plan's always work. We'll soon be rich, with my genius, and your skills.

Akintale: I don't work for you. You just leech off my success.

*Several minutes pass in silence, except for the noise of the train*

Uram: Come on, here's our stop.

*The doors open, and Uram steps out. He talks to someone outside, then nods, and turns back to Akintale*

Uram: Sorry to have to do this Akin, but your -kind- can't go on living here.

Akintake: I was expecting something like this, you...

*He whips off his coat and hat. There stands a medium-height man, looking around 20, with thick blonde hair; normal, except for the long pointed feline ears and tail. He is wearing loose, baggy clothing. Guards begin to flood into the carriage*

Guard: Be careful, it's a Miscreation. We're meant to dispose of it immediately.

Akintale: Pest control... I doubt that.

*He quickly pulls out a dagger from inside his shirt, and throws it through the crowd of security guards. It flies long, and hits the fleeing Uram in the shoulder, pinning him to the wall behind*

Akintale: Now we're even. *He leaps backwards out of the train's window, landing on the platform, and running through the London crowd*

[Drace]

Name: Drace Phoenix
Age: 22
Race: Human
Profession: Mercenary & Bounty Hunter

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The Netherlands, Amsterdam, 22:48, outside the Lloyd Hotel Amsterdam

A man with an old hat and a trenchcoat walks up the the opening. He stands there, waiting for 5 minuts when another man walks up to him. The man with the trenchcoat starts to speak.

?: Mr. Sarreol, I presume.
Mr. Sarreol: Yes, that's correct. I know you're Mr. Smith then. Do you got the goods?
Mr. Smith: We'll need to get to the back, where there are less people.

The two man walk around the hotel and into an alley. From under the trenchcoat Mr. Smith get's a suitcase and places it on some boxes. Mr. Smith opens the suitcase and in it is cocaine. Lots of cocaine.

Mr. Smith: This is the stuff. Good.

Mr. Sarreol closes the suitcase and looks up to Mr. Smith.

Mr. Sarreol: You got the money?

Mr. Smith smiles.

Mr. Smith: Mr. Sarreol, also better know Frankie The Dealer, I'm busting your ***. There's a bounty on your head, and guess who's collecting it.

Mr. Smith grabs a silenced gun from under his jacket and shoots Frankie with it in the leg, followed by the other one.

Mr. Smith: Oh yes, before you die. The names Drace, Drace Phoenix. You might want to remember that in Hell.

After saying this Drace shoots Frankie between the eyes. He walks up to a pile of trash and pulls of a cover, revealing a black Mercedes. He opens the trunk and puts Frankie's body in it. Along with the suitcase. He gets in the car and laughs.

Drace: Off to London for the money! 2.5 million pounds! Wooh!

And with this he drives out of the alley and on the road. Heading towards the Schiphol airport.



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NOTE: Holland is one hour later then the U.K. So it's actually 21:48 in the U.K.

[Darkfox]

"Neon"
Race:
Occupation: Bountyhunter & Fighter for Hire

Utopia TIME UNKNOWN

*People are walking along the sidewalks of a fairly clean looking suddenly two figures zoom by causing a powerful afterdraft, the people fall out of the way suddenly the two figure become visible, one of them is a man in a black jacket wearing shades, under the open jacket is a blue shirt and he has some torn looking blue jeans, his hair is white, a slight blue tint, and is very spikey with two long banes done the sides, he appears to be in his late 20s the other figure is a blue foxlike being that runs on two legs, she has orange eyes 4 fingers, long nails, rather tall with flowing yet spikey red hair, on her chest is a heavy ammount of fur and has some kinda long strong looking legs*

Man: If you surrender, I won't have to hurt you!
Female: *kinda deep woman's voice* And ruin my record? Hah!
Man: Have it your way... but don't cry when you get burned by my dancing lights! *glows with a multicolored aura, almost like an aurora*
Female: That was a corny line...
Man: I'm working on my catckphrases dangit!! >< Huh!!? *at that moment the female had kicked the man across the face slamming him against the side of a building*

Female: *flips backwards* Gotcha... huh?
Man: *from his slouched position he gets back up* Not bad, but you forget your dealing with I Neon... the toughest punk to walk the Utopian streets! *rushes at the female, jumps up and does a spin twirling his aura in a strange light display* BLAZING RIGHT FIST!! *without hesitation the man swings at the female's face with a blaze of light, she dodges and Neon instead hits the wall of a building causing it to smash in making a hole and a shockwave goes through the air*

Store Clerk: NEON!!! NOT AGAIN!!!

Female: Thats it?

Neon: Ugh! *does a quick skiding turn* FLARING LEFT FIST!!
Female: Huh!? Another on... *is hit in the stomach by Neon's left fist attack* UGHHHFFFF!! *coughs holding her stomach*
Neon: *lifts up his right leg and gets ready to kick then stops as she passes out onto the ground the gasps quickly dropping down to check her pulse then sighs with relief* Good... she's alive... maybe it was the 70 mile high speed chase around the city that wore her out... that blow to the stomach and the sudden stop must have been too much for her... *picks her up* well... thats a job well don... *eyes suddenly catch onto her face, taking notice how peaceful she looks then he switches attention to her lips which look almost like she's embraceing for a kiss* do... do... *blinks then shakes his head* I must keep a clear head! *snaps some cuffs on her wrists and legs just in case and begins carrying her away* Ok, I got her! Where's my money...? *doesn't sound too pleased with his capture*

[Red Giant]

Red: *In a public phone box* Hello, can I talk to Chris? Tell him it's Red.
*Pause*

Chris (On the other end): Red! How're the kids?

Red: This isn't a social visit, Chris. There's some bad stuff going down.

Chris: I know.

Red: ... What?

Chris: You are talking about the Total Exodus thing, aren't you?

Red: Uh, yeah... How did you?

Chris: Some guy came up 'bout a week ago. Said I had to leave earth through a gate or else.

Red: ... And what did you do?

Chris: I told him exactly where he could shove his gate, and that I was quite at home here.

Red: Good lord! What did he do?

Chris: Please don't use my father's name like that. And at this point he shot at me about twenty times. None of the bullets held any effect on me, of course. Then his face went all red and he left in a sort of embarrased shamble. You really should have been there.

Red: Chris, we're all in great danger and-

Chris: We're always in great danger, Red. The trick is to ignore it.

Red: So you're not going to help?

Chris: I really can't spare the effort to fight with you. But I will divulge with you a thought that may help you.

Red: What?

Chris: Doesn't it seem flawed to you? The logic of this mysterious organisation? Think, for a moment. They say that they wish to export all Miscreations because keeping them here would risk a small chance of humans discovering them. But... hunting them down and forcing them out will almost certainly cause mass conflict and almost certainly draw them to human attention.

Red: What do you mean?

Chris: Perhaps discretion is not this organistions goal at all. Perhaps they wish to export all of us for a different reason.

Red: You've left me with more questions than answers.

Chris: Oh, you flatter me. Go fight your silly little war now. *Hangs up*

[Grandy]

 (Brazil, I don't really know the time PM)
 Intercon: Attention passengers, the airplane with destinatiuon to England will leave soon.
 *the Blue-haired man is waiting inside the airplane*
 Blue-Haired: *Looking through the window, in silence* .....
 Intercon: Attention pasengers, *The Blue-Haired suddenly looks more awake* please remain calm, we just received a word from the police, some policemen need to check out this plane, please remain in your places.
 *Two policeman enter the plane*
 Blue-Haired: S**t. *He gets up*
 Policeman1: Hey! You! *The other policeman looks*
 Policeman2: Its him, its Atikkus!
 Atikkus: *looks around, theres nowhere to run*
 Atikkus: Damn! *He tries to get past the guards, but they get him*
 Policeman1: You come with us.
 

[Darkfox]

*Neon steps off into an alley*

Neon: I don't think anybody saw me... hello? Could I possibly ask an extra favor maybe? It's nothing big... hello? *looks around*

[WarxePB]

*12:38 EST, Toronto, Canada*

*Two people are standing with their backs to each other in a dark alley. One of them is the aforementioned Revelle; the other is a woman with orange-blond hair wearing a red sweater, a short dark red skirt and a long silver cloth that covers her right arm.*

-Revelle: Are you the one I contacted?

-???: Yes.

-Revelle: Do you understand our agreement, Ms...

-???: Terranon. And from now on, don't call me Ms.

-Revelle: Hmm?

-Terranon: I am neither male nor female, but I am not both.

-Revelle: A shapeshifter, then?

-Terranon: Yes.

*A flash of white light, and Revelle turns around to see a more masculine version of the woman. This male version has darrker and shoter oranged hair, and is wearing dark red pants instead of a skirt, but the same red sweater and silver cloth.*

-Terranon: Tell me the deal again.

-Revelle: *he hands the man a gun* Kill any Miscreations that do not comply, and we will make sure that you will live well in the next world.

-Terranon: *He hands the gun back to Revelle* Guns wil have little effect. Some of the Miscreations are intensely powerful, and a bullet will just bounce off of them.

-Revelle: You have a more effective weapon, then.

-Terranon: Yes.

*He draws a dagger with a viridian blade. The blade extends, so the weapon more resembles a machete.*

-Terranon: This weapon is specially designed to kill other Miscreations. There are smiths in Montreal and Boston that make them.

-Revelle: We'll keep that information handy.

*Revelle hands Terranon a contract and a pen.*

-Revelle: Sign on the line.

-Terranon: Very well. *signs*

-Revelle: Also, take this. *hands Terranon a cell phone* When you kill a Miscreation, dial 1-299-020-1462 and let us know. No other phone will dial that number, and this line is completely secure.

-Terranon: Fine.

-Revelle: Good luck.

*Revelle walks out of the alley.*

-Terranon: Finally. I have an excuse to kill him...

*Terranon changes back into his female form, and gets into a black van. S/He drives off.*

[Darkfox]

12:50 EST

Neon: *leans against a wall* I wonder when my contact arrives, did I get the wrong alley, he didn't mention an exact alle... *stares back at the female* thank goodness she's still out... *sighs* you know I really don't enjoy this, but a payment is a payment... I have nothing against your kind because I'm als...

[Drace]

The Netherlands, 23:42, Schiphol Airport.

Drace enters the plane and looks at his ticket. "23B" he reads and walks to his seat. He sits down besides a fat man who's sleeping. "God damn it," he thinks and looks the other way.

"Flight 382 to London, England is now departuring. Enjoy your flight," a female flight attendant says through the intercom.

Drace presses a button and a few minutes later a flight attendant walks up to him.

"Is there anything you want sir?" she asks.

"Yes, I would like an Appletini," Drace says.

"Allright sir. I'll go get one after we're in the air."

The intercom goes again. "Please fasten your seatbelts, we're taking off."

He looks around for his seatbelt and notices that the fat man next to him is sleeping on it. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and takes it from under the fat man's a$s. When he has it he clicks it in and waits patiently for his Appletini while the plane takes off. He flight attendant serves his Appletini a few minuts later and Drace slowly waits till the flight is over.

Around 24 minuts a crack is heard from the cargo deck, and a flight attendant goes there to see what it is. A while later Drace overhears 2 other flight attendants talking to each other.

"He hasn't returned yet from the cargo deck."

"Could something have been happend to him?"

"Maybe, but I wonder what. Nothing can get on this plane."

"Should we send someone for him?"

"No, we'll look into this in London."

Drace thinks for a minut about Frankie, who's hidden in a box in the cargo decks but forgets it right away. After all, he's dead.

Around 10 minuts later the fat man wakes up and stands up, walks past Drace and towards the toilets. Drace can look for the first time out of the window and does that. He can see the right wing and something strange on it. He wonders what it could be. He changes to the seat closest to the window and examines it.

Then he can see it. It looks human and has a long trenchcoat on.

"Frankie?" he says softly to himself.

He can see that it's smiling and giant wings come from under the trenchcoat and it flies off. A loud sound is heard from the cargo deck once again. Drace stands up and walks to the cockpit. When he's there a flight attendant walks up to him.

"Sir, you can't go in there," she says.

Drace looks down to her, worried. "Ma'am. There something in the cargo deck. I must speak to the pilots. They must land this plane inmediantly!"

"Sir, we can't land yet. It's still 5 minuts till the coast," she says.

Drace, frustrated, starts to bang on the cockpit. "Lemme in!" he shouts.

Then one the cockpit slowly opens, and behind it is Frankie.

"Damn you Frankie!" Drace shouts and slowly steps back.

Frankie laughs. "Did you really expect me to die so soon you fool! I'm a child of Lucifer himself! You can't kill a demon with a mere gun!" Frankie slowly walks up to Drace, who keeps walking back.

The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and finds that the pilots are dead. Luckily, she's been trained to land the plane and starts the procedure.

"Frankie, Frankie. Can't we solve this out?" Drace says.

"Solve what out?! You trying to kill me for a bounty? You know you'll have to pay for that attempt!"

"Well can't we make some sort of a deal?" With saying this, Drace get's a bottle out of his pocket and opens it behind his back.

"'Yes, we can make a deal. You die quickly and painfull or slowly and painfull."

"Well, I thought more of you dying slowly and painfull!" Drace shouts and throws the liquid from the bottle on him.

Frankie shouts a demonic cry and spans out his wings. "The pain!" He shouts and runs up to Drace.

Drace quickly jumps aside and but Frankie runs on towards the toilets. The fat man is finally done and opens the toilet door and get's knock down by Frankie who spans out his wings even more. His wings go through the platings of the plane and rips the tail open.

[WarxePB]

*20:29, area unknown*

-Terranon: I've come... father... heh heh.

*Terranon is looking upon a small hill. She walks to the base of the hill, and knocks three times on a small brown spot. A door opens.*

-Man *this man has blue tattooes all over his face* ...Kayah, is that you?

-Terranon: Yes, it is. I have returned... as an angel of death. And you are my first victim...

*She draws her machete, and swiftly dispatches the man.*

-Terranon: A whole colony of these so-called Miscreations... should net me some big money from those bigwigs at that organization.

*She walks in to the colony. *


*00:30, Miscreation Colony*

*Terranon and an older man with two extra arms are standing in a labotory-type room. Dead bodies are strewn all over the place, and Terranon is covered in blood.*

-???: What's happened to you, Kayah?

-Terranon: They have promised us a new world, one where we do not have to live like this...

-???: And that's worth the price of a life?

-Terranon: I was ordered to kill whoever did not comply.

-???: Ordered?

-Terranon: Our way is the only way. Submit or be destroyed.

-???: I know you've wanted to kill me for many years. So go ahead; I'm too old to fight you.

-Terranon: Be careful what you wish for, old man...

*She disappears.*

-Terranon: ...because you just might get it.

*She reappears behind the old man, and decapitates him.*

-Terranon: How do you like that, dad?

[Darkfox]

*at that moment Neon was walking out into the street, the female covered in his coat so nobody can see her*

Neon: He at least could have left me a note! Huh? What was that weird feeling? It was like a chill went through my spine... *begins to walk by a phone booth*

[Moosetroop11]

Character: James

Able to transform between a human type and a great moose. James has dark hair and a trenchcoat when not a moose.

*Red is walking down a deserted alley, in the darkness.*

Red: *Thinking* I've gotta get some help. I can't do this alone.

*A great moose with dark fur appears out of the shadows and moves down the street, taking up most of the alley*

Red: James! I didn't think I'd see you here.

James: *Transforms into a human* You've been contacted, I suppose?

Red: Yes. *He is unsure whether to trust James, as he has not seen him for a long time* I basically told him where to stick it.

James: I see... *Sighs* Red, I've been sent to kill you.

Red: I feared as much. You realise I won't go down without a fight.

James: I expected no less. I'm sorry, Red. I'm tired of living in the shadows. *Transforms into a moose, and charges at Red*