Windwakerguy430 Constables RP

Windwakerguy430 posted on Oct 31, 2018 at 12:50AM
Constables

Monsters are real. They’ve been hiding from humans for years, only being seen as a myth of some sorts, until their existence was discovered. Originally, they were feared, despised, and separated from humans, even killed if found near them. But after the Frankenstein Act of 1989, Monsters were given more rights. Now they live among humans, if in worse conditions and still hated by some humans, even considered a form of racism. There are, however, some Monsters that are unhinged, attacking and killing humans whenever they can, either for food, a lack of control, or just for fun. But there are those Monsters that wish for the world they are owed, feeling that they were robbed by humans. These Monsters desire revenge, and the chance to take the world back, and kill as many humans as they can. That is where the Constables come in, a subgroup of major city police departments that deal with these Monsters. Most of them consist of humans with a hate for Monsters, but the unit consists of its own group of Monsters who wish to prove to the human race that their are good Monsters, even if they are seen as race traitors by the very Monsters they track down.

Humans
Not all humans are hateful towards Monsters, but those that are are only capable of throwing a few insults at them, such as “Maggotbag” or “Bloodsucker” or other terms that are seen as slurs towards them. Some humans are friends with Monsters and are even in romantic relationships with a few of them. Though hate towards Monsters is still common, it is not as bad as the Hunts of the past.

Monsters
There are different varieties of Monsters. Those that cannot hide their true forms, like demons or rotting zombies, are easy to spot and thus, do not need special attention. Ones that look human, like vampires, werewolves, or witches, are told to keep themselves under control at all cost, and have IDs that list them as Monsters. There is no limit to old creatures that exist. From classic Monsters that were popularized by classic literature and film, to the famous horrors of old folklore. As long as it’s a monster, it exists
-Zombies: Once human, they appear in different groups. Typical zombies are rotted and falling apart, but still able to converse well and try to hold their cravings for human flesh. Ghouls only eat corpses and have a purple tint to their skin. Finally, there’s the special kind, covered in stitches and yellow skin that can control their detached limbs
-Werewolves: Appearing human at first, they can become massive wolf creatures when they desire to. Their strength increases, but they prefer to keep it at bay, as they become more aggressive, and some, uncontrollable
-Vampires: More recognizable members of the Monsters, they are usually seen around humans, mostly for their charisma and good looks. They don’t really turn into bats as the movies made it out to be, but their obsession for blood can lead to a violent urge in some.
-Demons: All coming in a different variety of them, they come from different dimensions to take part in human affairs. Though most of them just wish to make an honest living in the human world, those that are dangerous range from typical tricksters that may lead to some casualties to vicious maneaters.
-Witches: Considered the most human of the monsters, they can blend in, assuming they are able to. Depending on what kind of witch they are, they can be beautiful women with a gothic attire or they can be horridly ugly hags that devour children and spread plagues. Those that are beautiful, however, can only find work in strip clubs or much seedier businesses if they are found out to be witches, what with the bad omen witches of any variety bring.
-And many, many more (Assuming you wish to add them)

Facts
-If you know the common traits of these monsters, you should be fine
-Monsters hate talking about The Hunts

Follow the typical character description and rules of my past RPs

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Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel continued to drive, before he took notice of Karen slowly moving to the left* What the fuck? *What all he could respond with before she was back to driving normally. After another long drive, he pulled into the parking spot, turning the car's engine off and stepping outside before he spoke to Karen* So what should we expect from this "nest" you spoke about
Vor mehr als einem Jahr -Universe_COLA- said…
"Glad you decided to take initiative and ask." Karen pulled a folder from her coat and setting it on the top of her car. "I'll warn you now that this not something that is in your normal tasks of being a petty officer. However, what this will do is at least give the general public the good idea that you are efficient in our line of work. Now, pertaining to the nest,"
She opened up the folder and grabbed the first document that she saw, which was blank until she flipped it over to reveal a graphic image of torn bits of flesh hanging off the ends of meat grinders, limbs that had been crushed and diced, or cut into slabs. The next image was like a continuation of the first. But it was the third image that would be bound to throw someone off, for it was one of a neat and tidy grocery store that looked like one of the local ones.
"These are from an investigation I was conducting last month on an assigned case within this vicinity. You see this?" She pointed to the last image that she had show him of the tidy meat market. "This is one of their bigger nests. One would think that this is just an ordinary meat marketing store or something along those lines, yeah? Well that's because it is. But their product is not. The product being, human flesh, some of it mixed with the expected animal portions. Which also lines up with a few of the recent missing cases that I'm sure you all have been brushing aside for quiet some time now. Are you still following along, officer?"
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel looked at her, his patience with her attitude already running thin before he commented* Yeah, yeah, I got it. A bunch of sick fuckers are cutting up people and selling them on the streets. It's not that hard to put two and two together. You wanna skip to the plan or you wanna keep holding my hand through this?
Vor mehr als einem Jahr -Universe_COLA- said…
"I'd rather take the more tedious approach of holding your hand rather than you walk into something blind and oblivious with that obnoxiousness of yours and die." Karen answered bluntly. "This isn't just another one of your out-and-about-zombie-infatuation murders, Joel. What we are aiming at are a group of well organized individuals that have been snatching lives off of the streets and out of homes as their "supplies". And they haven't been just selling these meat products on the streets. Some of it may have been in the last meat dish you've had, say, one of your burgers."
"She pulled another photo from the folder, except that there were some that were accompanied with it as she spread them out in one simple swipe, displaying more images of other marketing places. She pointed to the image of a fat man who's neck looked as if it were going to suffocate him, his greasy egg-in-a-nest hair-do pairing disturbingly well with his jowls and the creases that riddled his forehead. "This is Arnold Weskcher, owner of Crim & Son Wine Co,, co-founder of Vampacking Meats, a warehousing company that runs storage units for packaged meat products from across the states. He has been deemed a Code Pitch Black Offender, which means that he is to be brought in dead or alive. Understood?"
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel gave a scoff, before giving a rather sarcastic response* Not in my food. Only order the freshest fast food in the city *He listened to her discuss the target, and once she mentioned the target, he took hold of his handgun* Well, as long as he isn't a zombie, a headshot won't kill him.Getting him in alive should be no problem for a fat fuck like this.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr -Universe_COLA- said…
"Be wary and be careful," Karen warned. "We aren't dealing with the undead, but we aren't dealing with the living either. It appears to be some sub-species of vampire. Fast, stronger, and they lack the weaknesses of a typical one. However, it has been noted that silver slows them down," She removed her pistol from its holster and slid the clip out for a quick show of the bronze colored bullets within it. "And copper gets the job done. They aren't fond of bright lights either, so make sure you have the launcher with you." She slid her clip back into her pistol and her pistol back into its holster while she spoke and started gathering all of the pictures that belonged in the document. "Weskcher isn't one to take lightly, so once he's in our grasp we don't let him go. And if he tries to escape,"
She turned and looked at him now. "Lethal force is optional."
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel gave a sigh at her last response* Don't think that just cause of a few bad cases I'm gonna immediately jump to murder. Just subdue the guy with the bullets, and not aim for the heart. Shooting the heart kills the target. Don't shoot the heart. Everywhere else is fair game. Let's just get this fatty and close this case already
Vor mehr als einem Jahr -Universe_COLA- said…
Karen paused for a moment, turning to look at him, her head tipping to the side slightly. Her brows furrowed together, and it almost seemed as if she were about to flash a smile. However, one never came, and instead she took a step forward and outstretched her hand to give him a pat on the shoulder. "Be careful." She checked her pistol one last time and made sure that they had everything needed for the job. "Let's go."
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel looked at her hand on his shoulder. he was tempted to swat it off like a bug and just move forward, but he decided against it, and just allowed her to say anything that didn't feel demeaning or patronizing. With that, he followed behind her, his gun held in both hands, ready to aim and shoot at any given moment*
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
-Other Side of Town-

Walter made his way down the street, the neon lights drowning the dark streets in a sea of pinks, green, and reds. As Walter walked down the street, he turned the corner, a single neon light at the end with a door, the sign reading "RAGNAROK". As Walter looked at it, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cellphone and spoke* Nicholi, I found the club. A small time place, said to be a nest for vampires. Possibly housing a murder cult. If the vampires become aggressive, only removing their hearts is fatal, so I will avoid that. So... Do I have permission to put the little boy to bed and let the wolf come out? Or should we keep this professional?
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
Karen held her pistol loosely within her hands, most of her attention going to their surroundings and searching for anything that might be there to give them away. She lifted her left hand silently and gave Joel a sort of shooing motion with it. However, her pace slowed down when they were just crossing what felt like a threshold to a completely different world. Her breathing transitioned from steady, to almost as if she were trying to stop herself from breathing all together. Each step she took seemed to be calculated, and she gave the occasional glance back at him to make sure that he was still behind her.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
(Uh... Is that you, COLA?)

*Joel slowly walked behind her, his gun held in his one hand, held in a very unprofessional manner, as he followed, his eyes gazing across the area, looking for anything out of the ordinary*
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
((No, this is Essil, a talking tree guardian from another plane field of existence here to give you a universal beverage....XD))

While they were going on their way, there was a small rumbling that circulated through the ground, which was followed by the low rumbling sound of an engine. Karen cursed under her breath as bright headlights came around the corner, and she grabbed on to Joel's shoulder.

A semi-truck had come to a stop, and it's driver, a bigboned man with sloppily slicked back brown hair and greasy looking fingertips, licked his thumb as his opposite hand plunged down into the middle compartment of the truck and returned with a wad of crumbled up dollar bills that he began to count swiftly. A toothy grin came onto his face after he reached the last dollar bill, and he stuffed the money back from where it had came, his eyes looking ahead now. Directly at where Karen and Joel were standing.

However, Karen didn't move a muscle for the first few seconds until she slowly began to to guide Joel out of the way of the truck as the man went about his business like he hadn't seen them standing there at all in front of the truck like deer in headlights, driving right passed them with the trucks trailer wobbling some unstably, disappearing around the curve in the road, passing by the out of service side road where their cars had been hidden.
Her hand dropped from his shoulder, and a heavy exhale released from her lips, like she had been running for an extended period of time.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
(Yeah, you're COLA alright :P Also, don't forget Walter had a thing to do as well XD)

*Joel was tempted to take out his gun and ask the man to freeze, already knowing that they could be screwed, but once the truck drove off and she released her grip on his shoulder, he spoke* Why didn't we get him? For all we know, he could be telling the target about us right now?
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"He is one that is unimportant, one of the individuals that we could easily track and capture after we've chained the main dog," Karen replied, speaking lowly. "Aside from that, he will not be telling anyone anything. We weren't seen. But that gives us no more time than we've already had. That truck came from this way, and chances are it was packed with more than just illegal product." It could practically be smelled from within, the fresh, salty smell. And it definitely wasn't fish.

~

"Let's keep things professional for now," Nicholi's voice came from the other end of the line as he stood at his desk, a tight expression rested onto his face. "We don't need it to come to that just yet. There's still information that we need from them in order for us to find the other few cult nests. Play it safe until they pluck a whisker. If it comes down to it...let the little boy cry wolf."
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Walter gave grin, his sharp teeth showing in the sea of neon lights before he nodded* Understood, sir. I'll call you when I have the information *With that, he disconnected the call, entering the club. The club was blasting with loud electronic music, many of the people inside clearly vampires with their pale skin and red irises. Walter stood out completely from the group, but made his way inside, only a few of the guests paying him any mind*

*Joel gave a sigh* Well, whatever the hell it was, it sure as hell wasn't something I'd buy for myself. Let's just get around to finding this guy *As he spoke, his eyes moved down to his wristwatch, checking the time constantly* I wanna be on my way home soon
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*As Walter walked into the building, two young women in black jackets with black trousers and black boots both looked down at the streets below. Both of them wore masks, each looking completely different. One had a drama mask with a large smile while the other wore a drama mask with a frown. As they stared down, they took out a phone, dialing a number before responding at the same time* Plague, it's time

*From a warehouse, with Scorn and Rage next to them, Plague gave a nod, and without another word, pressed a button on his phone, sending out a signal, before he turned to Rage and Scorn* alright, if I'm correct, Fear and Suffer should already be at Ragnarok. This could be a day for change, men. So prepare for whatever may come.

*As soon as the message was sent, every Constable in the city had been given a message, including Joel, who as soon as his phone began to buzz, he immediately turned it off to not give away their location*
pLaStIcSUNDAE commented…
This horrendous thing....a double post. XD Erase this treachery right now until i at least respond to the Zurück one Vor mehr als einem Jahr
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"Focus more on remaining alive, and perhaps home will feel much closer while you are in your own skin." Karen had replied. Unlike Joel, she had left her phone in the car as she always did when out on tasks.
Her feet crept across the ground slowly, but gradually began to pick up a pace, her body leaning down into a crouch. The oddity was that when listening closely, her footsteps could not be heard aside from the barely audible.

They were soon coming up on warehouse that was fenced in, the front of it having a large split in it where a gate was open for semi-trucks to go back and forth from the long loading dock that was visible from where they were. She motioned Joel to follow her lead, only to go into a quick sprint a short distance to find cover behind a peeling-orange colored truckless trailer.

On either side of the fence was a large red "Private Property: DO NOT ENTER SIGN" in which the words were written in white. Just beyond the confines of the gate, individuals in khakis and vomit-yellow uniform shirts could be see moving back and forth between the area, some of them using electric pallet jacks and forklifts to transfer large crates back and forth.
Closer to the gate, however, were security guards that were speaking among each other, yet their postures were like statues that could only move their heads.

~

Scorn, who wore his own signature mask along with having the top of his his favorite nail ridden club in which he leaned on resting against the ground, spoke. "Ragnarok? The fuck is this, Thor?" He commented nonchalantly, scratching the side of his head with his index finger. "So...why are we here again?"
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Plague gave a sigh, his head hung low as he shook it before he responded to Scorn* Ragnarok, the ancient mythological event, when the gods of the world would die and bring about a great change, a grand war, to end all wars, and eventually, the end of things. That is the namesake of the club. And as for why we are here, we are giving the Constables Unit a choice. They can agree with our terms, drop their flags, and leave monsters alone. And if they refuse... No mercy will be shown, I'm afraid

*Joel remained crouched, his gun held tightly in one hand as he slowly peeked his head out for a quick glance before hiding his head back, whispering to Karen* that's a lot of guys. How should we get through them?
pLaStIcSUNDAE commented…
"Find out on the Weiter episode of, Dragon, Ball, Z" XD Vor mehr als einem Jahr
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"...So what makes you think that a "club" is anywhere in their right mind to send threats to an entire statewide organization backed by the entirety of the Law Enforcement? And CLUB, mind you, who's also going around sayin' shit like Ragnarok? I think there's too many holes in the cement to be tryin' to keep the wind from blowing, if ya know what I mean." Scorn said, giving an observation of what was being attempted from his own perspective. "Just sayin'."

~

At Joel's question, her steely, concentrated expression seemed to almost shift, her lips almost twitching into a smirk, but holding their flat composer. "I will handle that aspect of things. But to answer your question clearly, we will be walking through the front door." And with that, she stood from behind where they were taking cover and began to walk towards the gate where the guards stood, each step she took bringing them closer and closer to blowing their cover and jeopardizing their mission.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Plague shook his head before he turned to Scorn and answered* This is more than a club. It is one of the many hideouts for our organization. It's a cover-up. The law thinks that they have everything under their finger. But little do they know that they have little control over anything. And tonight, we will prove that to them.

*Joel watched as she made her way toward the door, almost getting caught by the guards* You can't be serious about this *Despite that, he just followed behind her, hoping that they weren't caught*
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*AHEM* COLA, BETTER RP *AHEM*
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
I forgot aaaallll about this one XD Whelp, time to make some writing time for this one too I guess
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
Well at least you care
Vor mehr als einem Jahr cosmic_fusions said…
no, he doesn't xD
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
He cares more than you, Jade. Now go back to crying about Helga's pathetic life XD
Vor mehr als einem Jahr cosmic_fusions said…
:( COOOLAAAAA, WIND'S BULLYING ME :(((
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
(Stop posting. You're getting my hopes up for a real post. Unless you plan on making a character, but we all know that's never gonna happen XD)
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Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
“I didn't see NOTHIN” XD
cosmic_fusions commented…
....so Du saw something? xD Vor mehr als einem Jahr
pLaStIcSUNDAE commented…
....I DIDN"T sEE noTHIIIINNG!! XD Vor mehr als einem Jahr
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
(Okay, time to continue the RP. If Jade makes a post, at this point, be it anything, just ignore it XD)
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"By...sending everyone text messages that will most likely be traced back to the–you know what, gimme that," Scorn took the phone that Plague had been using and threw it out the window. "If anything, what makes you think that any of us and our boys-night-out-club can do anything that's actually of any significance to the law? Who, mind you, is backed by the GOVERNMENT."

~

Karen continued towards the front door, motioning for Joel to stay behind her as she stepped into the light. And as they caught the attention of the guards. Upon seeing them, they seemed to be ready to put them at gun point at a moments notice, and she put her hands up. However, what Joel didn't see was the cloudy mist that had filled her irises and pupils. "Stay where you are."

The guards seemed to give a heavy twitch, their bodies convulsing lightly before they straightened. "Stay where we are?"

"Stay where you are. Lower your guns."

"S-stay where w-we are..lower ours guns." The guards lowered their guns in a rather stiff and mechanical looking fashion, almost as if they were being controlled to do so.

"You didn't see anyone, or anything. Just a couple of shadows passing by. The night was a weary one."

"We didn't see anything or anyone. The night was weary, and we just saw a couple of shadows."

Karen turned to Joel and motioned quickly for him to follow as they slipped passed the guards and into the wide gate. She moved swiftly, ducking down into a crouch to avoid being in too much of the light and sliding behind one of the truckless trailers, expecting Joel to be well enough behind her. However, she didn't stay there for more than two seconds before she peeked around the corner and was moving again and slid behind a large crate that was sitting idly on the ground.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Plague shook his head, easing against the wall* Calm down, Scorn. I am not such a fool to use a phone like that. It's merely a dummy phone. As for significance... Well, that's for you to observe. Just sit back, Scorn. This is a night for change. Like Ragnarok itself, I see a war to end all wars coming, to change the world for the better or the worse. We won't know until the clock strikes midnight *As he spoke, he looked down at his watch, taking note of it* 11:25... *With that, he took out a radio and spoke* Sorrow, Joy, make sure the attendants are prepared, and be out of the building when you can. You aren't immortal, remember that. Suffer, Fear, you stay there to keep the Constables seated. Pride, you keep watch from the roof. Once all is said and done, return here *He turned the radio off before turning his attention to Scorn. Though his expression was hidden, from the dead gaze he gave through his mask, Scorn could see determination in his eyes* Are you prepared to fight and kill and die for a new world, Scorn? The time is coming

*As the group observed from the opposite building, a set of twelve black cars parked outside the club, the men already making their way into the club. All dressed in black suits, specialized weapons on their sides as they approached the club, all at their full attention, gazing across the empty streets, lead only by the bright neon from the club to point them to their destination*

*Joel was stunned, dropping his guard slightly as the two guards became possessed, repeating themselves momentarily before he shook his head, following behind Karen as he whispered sternly* Okay, what kind of Jedi mind trick bullshit was that?
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"...No, no, and no," Scorn replied to last of Plagues words. "I don't really care about all of this monster-human-law crap. It's a buncha pointless jabber going around and around. If anything, monsters are just as bad as humans and vice versa." He said, giving a shrug. "I'm just here for the shits and giggles. 'Cuz dude, "Ragnarok" is really somethin' to laugh at. Couldn't it have been Armageddon or somethin' more intimidating? We might as well call this the Spaghetti O Bros Club. Also, I don't like how the others stole my shtick. I mean, its good to have followers and all, yeah, but sheesh."

~

Karen stopped, wiping at her nose and eyes with the back of her hand. Joel catching sight of the trickles of crimson she was wiping away. She pulled out a syringe and stabbed it into her arm without hesitation and injected something that couldn't be seen from the outside.

However, when she spoke, she didn't answer his question. "This should keep them from catching on to our scent," She said quietly, for the next thing she did was pull out a small cylinder. She pointed it at Joel and spritzed something that smelled like bear feces on his clothes and followed by doing the same to herself. "The guards back at the entrance have around three minutes before they recover, so we need to be a bit further off before then."
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
Scorn, trust in your team. Trust in me *Plague said, placing his hand on Scorn's shoulder, as he spoke* Ragnarok is a name of intimidation. But it is also a name of glory, of something marvelous. Weather it is a name to fear or a name to admire, that will depend on tonight

~11:35~

*The Constables sat on the top of the club, loud EDM playing over their conversation. Next to the Constables, Walter stood, observing the conversation but not getting involved. He was merely here to observe, nothing more. As he stood perfectly still, however, with his werewolf sense of hearing, he could make out the conversations of the Constables over the music and club goers. And what he heard was nothing short of unpleasant*
Fucking muttman! Why do we gotta deal with the New York lesser branch with all their flea bitten pricks!?
If you ask me, they should be taken out and shot
Fucker probably has rabbis or something! Why do they even allow monsters into the police force?
Be glad they don't allow them to be in our line of work
The chief would never allow it. You know how much he hates monsters
But he'll let his son out among these things?
Oh yeah, little Bradly Wright Jr. To think he'd become a Constable
Yeah, the little tyke was still in diapers when I last saw him. Now here he is, a suit and a gun and everything
Surprised. Thought the little shit was too scared to even hold a gun
*Through the laughter and the conversations, Walter just gave a groan as he turned his attention to the club goers, taking notice of their vampire features, their pale skin, sharp teeth, and black hair. Though hard to spot on a regular basis, seeing them all in one place was slightly uncanny*

Hey, you didn't answer my ques- *Before he could continue, he was spread with the awful scent, already whispering in a disgusted tone* Aw, what the fuck is this?! You're just a woman full of fucking surprises, aren't you? If this shit sticks, you owe me a new suit. *As he continued to complain, he spoke sternly* Where the fuck is this guy at so we can get done with this?
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"Ya know, every time someone asks me to trust them, it tends to go horribly wrong because then I find out I can't trust them." Scorn said, squinting from behind his mask. "Not only that, but has anyone ever told you that you smell like cornmeal?"

~

Karen scoffed. "Will you hush already? We have yet to even infiltrate the building and here you are already complaining." And then she rolled her eyes. "And if it helps your tantrum, if the scent sticks then I will buy you a new suit and deliver it to you personally." There was a bit of sarcasm in her tone as she spoke. "Now focus. We're about to find a way. This seems as if it is a less productive night here, so entering shouldn't be a problem. However, those lights very well may be." She looked from behind the crate, watching some of the workers that walked back and forth on the dock. One of them she spotted driving a forklift piled with pallets and shipping them onto another empty trailer truck while another was moving large crates with an electric pallet jack to a different location that she could only guess.
"This is an industrial facility, which means that there has to be some form of back way exit somewhere that we could enter through. And if we can kill the lights for long enough, we may just be able to get to it without any confrontation."
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Plague gave a sigh, before he patted Scorn on the cheek in a rather playful manner before he responded once more* Just have faith. Everything will work out *He looked down at his watch* It's nearing the time *With that said, he moved from the window and sat at his seat, opening up a computer and booting it up for the first time, a camera set up on top, aimed at him as he got the computer running*

~11:40~

*Joel gave a sigh as she chewed him out, barely listening to what she was saying as he was mostly focused on the unbearable smell. As he, in vein, tried to ignore the awful scent, he responded* Okay, and just how are we going to kill the lights? I doubt we can just find the fuse box easily
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"We, aren't going to do anything yet." Karen answered him as she watched each person carefully and counted out the number of people that she could see from where she was. "We need to get closer." That was all she said before she got on the move again after already spotting a pile of broken pallets before hand. She moved quickly in her crouch, her agility like that of a cat as she tried to stick to the shadows and hoped that Joel wasn't sloppy enough to not do the same. She peered at one of the workers who was a bit further away from the others and seemed to be discarded something into bags, the disgusting plopping of what sounded like meat hitting concrete being heard just a little above the rest.
Him, she thought to herself. Her eyes went back to the other working men where she watched not only where they were going, but how they moved. The patterns that they were moving back and forth in. And then she began to search for anywhere that seemed like it could be used as a disposal area.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel groaned as she kept her plan to herself, following behind her in silence, his gun held in both hands as he observed the area, letting himself just follow her now* So what do you see? Anything that will be of use

*Plague sat down in front of the computer, a single black screen in front of him with a white text box, the camera starting up in front of him. As he sat there, he spoke to the computer* Start up system
*With his words appearing on the screen, his image appeared on the computer, before he turned to Scorn* Just watch and learn, Scorn. This will be a night to remember

~11: 45~
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"Or one to forget. Now a night of rewatching all the seasons of the Scrubs with some fried rice and teriyaki chicken, THAT'S a night to remember." Scorn replied as he leaned his shoulder against the wall with his arms crossed.

~

"That individual there, the one that isn't as close to the others," Karen said, pointing towards the man that she had already singled out. "He's going to be the one that will shutdown the power from the fuse box for us so that we may have a easier time entering without being seen." She turned to him now, her eyes calculative. "And it order for that to be done, we'll have to draw him here, or get close enough to drag him off."
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel gave a nod of understanding, at least glad that there was some plan now, and responded* Good idea, so how do we lure him over. Do we just whistle or something or do you have some other crazy magic trick you can perform?

*As Plague continued to set up the computer, the door opened. Rage stood there, hulking over the three other figures at the door. Two females walked in, one wearing a smiling Comedy mask while the other wore a frowning Tragedy mask. The other person that walked in was a slightly muscled male wearing a luchador mask, designed to look like that of a tiger. Plague didn't even look at the group before he responded* Is all set up?
Yes *Rage said in his usual calm voice, tossing a controller to Plague, who caught it with ease. No other words were spoken among the group, leaving Scorn to imagine what the controller was for*
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
Karen gave him a cold glare. “We'll wait until he comes to discard whatever it is that is going into the bag. I can assume that it's disposables. Or you could run out there yourself as bait.” The last bit was said with a bit of and edge before she turned away from him again to look back out at the docking area. “If that's where their shipping and receiving occurs, then it's safe to also assume that there is a large number count on the other side of the lifting door. Chances are that these variations of vampires can see keenly in the dark, but not as much as a normal one due to not having to avoid the sun as much.”
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*As Karen kept her eyes on the location of all the guards, Joel rolled his eyes, even moving his mouth in a talking motion as she kept it up, but immediately stopped once she finished and asked* Great, so now we gotta wait some more. You really know how to pick your assignments, Karen

Let the show begin

~12:00~

*Inside Ragnarok, the music came to a sudden stop, the lights going out minus a red underglow from the floor. The Constables all looked around, some shouting in surprise while others were silent, keeping their guard up. Walter, however, was silent and kept still, his arms crossed as he waited for the lights to turn back on. Once they did, the Constables were greeted to a haunting sight. All of the club goers stared up at them, completely still, wearing blank white masks. And next to the Constables stood two men holding a laptop. One man wore a theater mask that resembled a ghost while the other one wore a leather mask with a zipper on the mouth. One of the Constables stood up and shouted* The fuck is this!?
*As soon as he stood up, a set of five masked club goers pushed him back down into the seat. The man with the leather mask spoke in a raspy voice* Please, stay seated. Our boss wishes to speak with you
*The laptop turned on suddenly, greeted with the face of Plague, sitting in a chair next to Scorn, Rage, and the three other masked individuals. His arms her crossed as he announced* Hello, Constables. My name is Plague. And we, are Smiling Death
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
“And I'm Scorn, which rhymes with corn, and also porn!” Scorn butted into the camera, waving. “Why porn? Because you guys are bout to get FUCKED! Hah, nailed it!”

~

“In fact, yes, I do. However I suppose since it doe involve killing another handful from the undead civilization and instead is a real assignment, you wouldn't know much about that would you?” She shot back rather harshly. “And it's Detective Constantine to you, Deputy Cooper.”
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Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel already felt his teeth grind in anger at her comment, and he immediately grabbed her wrist and whispered in an angry tone to avoid being caught* Listen, as far as I'm concerned, you're just some high class little shit from a well off family! Here, we work out cases the best way we can! You don't know what real shit is, little girl! I've done my share of assignments, but little shits who think they're the real deal like you just love to look at the shit that doesn't matter. Well I don't need your fucking criticism. If it weren't for us cops, this town would've gone to shit by now, so I suggest you shut your fucking mouth and do the job your parents helped you get! And another thing, I DON'T need a partner! As far as I'm concerned, you're nothing but dead weight. Let's get this done with so I don't have to hear your uppity ass attitude!

*Rage immediately pulled Scorn back, roughly putting him back into his spot before turning back to the camera. Plague stood patiently before he continued* Anyway, we have a demand, Constables. We desire your complete understanding. For too long, you have been hunting monsters. You have been killing them without hesitation and you haven't given them the same rights as humans. Once they fight off a human, they are killed. When a human kills a monster, it's always seen as defense, no evidence, barely an investigation. You take a human's word over a monsters. Smiling Death demands that you disband the Constables. You're presence is a bad omen on this world. We don't wish to shed blood, but we will fight if we have to if you don't agree to leave the group at once.
*The Constables looked between each other, and in an instant, they all reached for their guns and pulled them out, aiming it at the masked group. Bradley, the youngest looking one, made his statement* This is a joke, isn't it? We may be outnumbered, but we have years of training and experience. We aren't going to fall because some terrorists tell us otherwise
... I see *Plague leaned back in his seat, looking at the controller in his hand* Then I guess we have our answer. Fear, Pain, you know what must be done
*The two masked men gave a nod, and with that, closed the laptop, disconnecting Plague from the scene. The man with the phantom mask spoke* We're sorry it's come to this.
*Bradly gave a scoff as he kept his gun held up* We're sorry too. But this was your decision, not ours. Anyone willing to give up should get on the floor, now!
*However, non of the masked individuals moved. They didn't comply, but didn't attack either. They just stood there, waiting*
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Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
“Hey hey hey, watch the shoulders! I just got done with massaging those,” Scorn said as he was pulled back by rage. He watches as Plague closed the laptop and spoke to the other two. “And you know, I don't like how you guys stole my shtick either!” He added. “So now what?”

~

Karen yanked her wrist out of Joel's grasp, but then surprisingly grabbed him by the throat, her thumb jamming into his adam's apple with a surprisingly strong grip for someone of her size. “We're going to set ourselves a couple of boundaries here Deputy,” she whispered fiercely. “We'll start with personal space. Don't. Touch me. Again.” She said each word sharply and coldly. “Where I come from we actually think before we act and take other variables into consideration. We WORK to get where we make it, not give simple imbeciles like you badges. If you were doing as good of a job as you claimed then I wouldn't have to be here. When it comes to this job there IS no high class. Just those who do the job as it should, and those who do so poorly. You just happen to fall on the tail end of being just as much as deadweight to me as I am to you.” She almost shoved him away from her, but refrained from doing so and instead pushed him as lightly as she could allow herself to do onto the ground. “There is nothing well off about my family. So you should take your own advice and keep your mouth shut Cooper.”
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Joel coughed violently from the grip Karen had on his throat, slightly catching the attention of one of the guards. Joel was prepared to give his retort, but was suddenly caught off by a loud noise. A loud boom that was heard, as well as a sudden glow from within the city. He whispered to himself* What the fuck was that?!

*The two spoke in a formal manner at the same time, the voice of two girls coming from both, one sounding cheerful and the other more cold*
We're sorry
Sorry
*Plague walked over to the window, looking down at the club, the controller in his hands as he spoke* Time for a light show *And with that, he pressed the button*

*From within the club, there was a sudden beeping sound. The Constables looked around, taking notice of the higher floor drowning in a loud beeping noise. Bradly looked underneath the table to find the source of the noise. Under it, as well as all the chairs, and around the railings of the floor, bombs were strapped to the floor. The Constables and Walter already took notice, but had little to no time to react. Walter jumped back, the Constables shouting as their guns were raised, but to no avail. The bombs exploded, sending the Constables back, as well as the masked individuals, sent flying in a fiery explosion*

*The building that the group was in shook as they watched the club blow up, the windows from it blowing out, the lights turning off, and the part of the upper floor blowing open, damaging the two buildings next to it as well as the street in the front, barely missing the building as a whole. Plague watched as the fire from the club started to rise as he spoke* Ladies and gentleman, lets start changing this world
 *Joel coughed violently from the grip Karen had on his throat, slightly catching the attention of one
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
“Oooh shit,” Scorn had to keep himself steady after the explosions had gone off, watching from the window as forceful fire blew apart the building and spread to two others. “Change the world?! You just murdered an entire apartment complex, a club full of people, and damaged—what is that, is that my favor convenient store?! DUDE! Not cool!”

~

Karen had caught sight of the light as well, but didn't take more than a second to stare at it before she was already in the move again, drawing her pistol as she maneuvered herself behind the wheels of a trailer and moved alongside it. She paused when she got to the other end and peeked under it to see that the worker that they had planned on using had moved. She cursed to herself.

At the front where they had entered, the engine of a silver, squeaky clean SUV was heard as it pulled up to the gate and drove, stopping to speak to the guards before it was given access hastily. It's tires rolled across the gravel with crunches as it was driven into the dri and then to the right and around to the other side of the building where it disappeared from sight.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Plague turned his head* Oh please, that apartment has been abandoned for years, Scorn. Have faith in your teammates *He patted his shoulder, before making his way out of the room* Let's go. I leave the clean up to you, Rage
*Rage nodded, and without a moment's hesitation, he started to splash gasoline over the room, making sure to get every spot as the rest of the group started to walk out*

*From within the remains of the club, hundreds of corpses covered the ground. They were still, before slowly picking themselves up. Despite a few scruff marks and burns, the masked people were unharmed. Pain and Fear stood up seconds later, dusting themselves off as they looked around, taking notice of the bodies of the Constables. Bradly's body stood out, his leg blown off and a hole in his stomach with his intestines spilling out.*
*As the group began to walk out, making sure to leave before any police came, Walter remained still. Unlike the others, Walter was injured, but alive. Shards of shrapnel from the bombs and the blown wood covered his arms and lower torso, barely able to make out the scene before him as the masked men walked out, leaving him within the crime scene before blacking out*

*Joel turned to Karen, who was already heading off. Seeing as she had no interest in the noise or the light, he sighed and followed behind her in dead silence, keeping a hand on his pistol as he waited for her next plan*
Vor mehr als einem Jahr pLaStIcSUNDAE said…
"WHO CARES ABOUT THE DAMN APARTMENT! MY STORE!" Scorn nearly yelled as he pushed Plague. "That's the only place that had a buck-fifty hotdogs and instant Nissin noodle packs instead of that disgusting Maruchan or whatever its called! TEAMMATES DON'T BLOW UP OTHER TEAMMATES'S FAVORITE STORES!" He ranted as he began to make his way down the stairs quickly to head over to the scene and was out in seconds. He ran passed the burning apartment and went straight to the store that had been blown to bits. "Noooo no no no noOOOOO! MY NISSIN! FUCK!"

~

Karen spotted the SUV just as it was turning around the corner, and her eyes narrowed. He's here. They were going to have to make things quick. She looked and noticed that some of the workers had finished loading up another truck and were now heading back to the inside. "One...two..three..four..five..six..s­eve­n..­&qu­ot; There were seven of them that she could count that had gone inside the facility down. She scouted the vicinity with her eyes, thinking that she was going to have to go with the plan be that she had already come prepared with. They were going to have to get a lot closer than she originally thought to grab someone.
Vor mehr als einem Jahr Windwakerguy430 said…
*Rage watched as Scorn rushed out the building, giving a slight shrug before he tossed a lit match onto the floor, the room catching flame sin an instant as he left the room, allowing the building to slowly burn*

*Joel didn't even bother asking her what she planned to do this time. Frustrated and on edge, he was not prepared for another insult from her. He just wanted to get the guy and be done with it so he could get away from Karen. He just followed in silence, letting her do what she had to do*