Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20191219110249

(An OMEN aye? Heard those cost quite the pretty penny, guess it would be a little christmas gift to yourself. Is it working as intended? What games can it run?)

"TRESPASSERS!!!" A yelled loudly at the prescience of the newcomers, almost to the point where one would think she was celebrating at the idea of confrontation. Before anyone could say anthing else, A's tongue suddenly shot from her mouth towards the punk of imp task force. Like a frog, it stuck to him like glue before pulling him into A's now enlarged maw, leaving only his lower body outside her mouth.

Theo was dumbfounded by what just happened, looking at A with his mouth gape, thinking "What the hell?"

A after a couple seconds, A seemed to realise that the thing in her mouth wasn't a threat of any kind and that she was just about to swallow some random imp whole. She then spat the imp out like as if he was a piece of gum.

"Oh.....Sorry, thought you were like those religion-fueled HMEP nazis"

"We are several feet underground and every single person above our heads know knows jackshit about the underworld, why the hell would the HMEP be down here?!" Urru asked A, to which her response was "Shhh! It's the thing I can use as an excuse to assault random people..."

Louie decided to be the first to ask the three imps their business.

"Uh, sorry about that....What are you kids doing here? Not many people know about this place, are you here just for the view?"

As the Underworld champion, surely one of the kids would recognise Louie.

MEANWHILE

Steven continued to explore his own world of make-belief as he was being operated on.

Once he had finally reached the door, he noticed black scribbling on the side of it. There was about 6 small lines on the wooden door frame. Each of them progressively got higher and higher on the frame, but none of them were ever got too high, the sixth line stopping just short of 4 feet tall. They also had a number of years above each of them. First one was 1 year old, 2 years old, 4 years, 6 years old, 7 years old and finally, 9 years old.

He stared at the Frame and writting for a moment, slowly realising it's the same hand writing as Maria's and that it was marking off the height of their children by their age. He shook violently as an intense sense of dread built up in his stomach. He fiddled with the door nob, slowly creaking the door open. It was his old apartment, with toys like little dolls all across the floor, aswell as little hairr brushes for said dolls. Sun shone through the window, being bright enough to completely block out the window view.

Steven walked further into the room until he was in the centre, he could even smell that room freshener his lover always used religiously. Even though he also hated that stupid lavender gas, he felt safe taking big whiffs of it in.

He lowered his hand to pick up that barbie-brand princess toy Cloey would always parade around the house with. He then places the doll in order to reach for a pink microphone with a photo of a popular siren pop singer around the grip.

While he did feel more calm than he has been for years, he also felt huge waves of sadness, regret and anger.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through out the apartment that made his skin crawl and his blood run cold when he heard the sound of a sweet girl saying "Daddy!" behind him.

He swiveled his neck around so fast that it nearly snapped off, and the sight behind him was something that brought tears to his face......It was Cloey. She was just standing there, looking at Steven with the purest smile he has ever seen. She then proceeded to run to him with open arms, causing Steve to smile like he's never smiled as he kneeled down with open arms to embrace his daughter.

But, like a phantom passing through a wall, she left a cold feeling in his chest after she just phased through him. He turned around to see where his little angel went, only to see himself, before he became the burn vicitim he is now hugging Coley, Gabby with both his arm while Maria wrapped her arms around him from behind.

A big happy family that Steven no longer could have, bringing him to his knees as he stared at this blast from the past infront of him.

The only thing that took his mind off of what could've been, was a more familiar smell.....One he become more accustomed to during his profession as a fire-based HMEP Sergeant.....smoke.

He started to panic as he frantically looked around the room, looking for what could be causing that disgusting scent. As he closed his eyes and tried to calm himslef down, repeating to himself "This isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real, THIS ISN'T REAL!", the smell became more intense as the sound of popping and crackling filled the room.

Once he opened his eyes back up, he'd see the room engulfed in flame, with cries of terror coming from the from the other room.

MEANWHILE

The heart-monitor checking Steve's pulse jumped from a low but resting, 50 beats per minute, to an aggressive 200 per minute, making it clear he was experiencing something that shook him to his core, even though he wasn't concious in the slightest. His breathing also increased drastically while his face contorted as if he was in pain.

Meanwhile, a strange tapping sound could be heard from inside the blood drainage storage. Sounds like some sort of small creature is slamming it's fists against the glass in frustration, wanting to get out desperately.

MEANWHILE

Just as Vernatoth was about to dig in, the village folk finally notice him as he raised his fork. They seemed to break into wide spread panic. Some ran around with their arms flaying around while others seemed to break down with audible sobs A bunch of others seemed to hold their loved ones close as they watched the demon colossus lick his lips greedily.

He was just about to plung his weapon of mass destruction into the landscape of these people's lively hoods, but he immediately stopped once he realised just how evil this must seemed to Roxy.

"Uh.......nevermind" Was all he could muster as he quietly put down his fork. Meanwhile, the glucose folk of this little town seemed to notice that their impending doom was put to a halt by the mere prescience of a canine mamono. So logically, like any rural medieval society, they saw her as a goddess, and what do all good goddess's need? Worshippers of course. That's just what they did, quickly chopping down trees to make wooden sculptures of her holiness while the rest also get down on their knees to praise their new deity.

MEANWHILE

"Aww, th' Nautical guard. Remember our days back then, fer when we used our water-based experience fer somethin' greater than ourselves? Still remember th' banter our crew had below deck, those were good times if ye ask me...Wonder if he'll 'ave th' same time as we did."

MEANWHILE

"As if an apology is getting us out of this one..." Jack grumbled as the van continued on route.

"We going to jail now?" Derrick asked, scratching his head. He then promply recieved a "What do you think dumbass?!" From jack.

"Pssh, I ain't scared!" Jack said, making it obvious he didn't give one about him going behind bars. "I've served my time before, I can handle it..!"

This recieved an audible chuckle from the driver, who promptly responded with "Actually, we're heading somewhere else, apparantly jail ain't working on you guys"

"What do you mean-" Jack stopped mid-sentence as a wave of realization washed over him, which led to him banging on the door of the van.

"LET ME OUT!!! I CAN'T GO TO ONE OF THOSE RMRP CENTRES!!! THEY EAT GUYS LIKE ME ALIVE IN THERE!!!"

MEANWHILE

The news-reel had already seemed to move on from their incident with old friends meeting up for a not-so-civil discussion and onto the whole bank robbery situation.

"This just in, an intense hostage situation and bank robbery have been brought to a sudden stop by a duo of unknown heros. We go to Angela live at the scene, Angela?"