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daybreakacademy2019-10-18 08:38 am
hatesdeerstalkers) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-10-18 08:38 am
Monster Mash
Who: Moriarty, Grimm, Jolyne, Rex, Tobias, Sarona, Maya, and Sherlock.
What: Mission time! And this time, it's certain to be a THRILLER night! ...I'm sorry.
Where: An open-air concert in Austria
When: October 17th
Warnings: Potential violence/death depending on player choices.
[They'd all gotten the lowdown - there was a shapeshifting artifact, and the threat of an entire concert of humans becoming undead slaves to a musician too big for his britches and arrogant enough to think there's no downside to using something so powerful to his own whims.
So, of course, the Academy sent people out to take care of it. And, of course, Moriarty decided to take charge. After a thorough briefing - Though leaving out some information about the singer himself, of course, to test their intelligence gathering skills - everyone found themselves at an open air concert, packed full of an excited crowd as security and roadies began to set up for the concert.
...However, the security and the roadies look a bit...odd. That's eerily good zombie makeup, after all...
Playing the part of a beleaguered chaperone to these teens and young adults, Moriarty seats himself a bit away, giving a tired wave - all an act, of course, and told beforehand during the briefing.]
Go on, go mingle in the crowd before the show starts. Aah, where are my earplugs...
[Of course, he never puts any in, and his eyes scan the crowd as the students scatter, keeping an eye out so he can potentially swoop in and defuse the situation if anything gets especially hairy.
Go time.]
What: Mission time! And this time, it's certain to be a THRILLER night! ...I'm sorry.
Where: An open-air concert in Austria
When: October 17th
Warnings: Potential violence/death depending on player choices.
[They'd all gotten the lowdown - there was a shapeshifting artifact, and the threat of an entire concert of humans becoming undead slaves to a musician too big for his britches and arrogant enough to think there's no downside to using something so powerful to his own whims.
So, of course, the Academy sent people out to take care of it. And, of course, Moriarty decided to take charge. After a thorough briefing - Though leaving out some information about the singer himself, of course, to test their intelligence gathering skills - everyone found themselves at an open air concert, packed full of an excited crowd as security and roadies began to set up for the concert.
...However, the security and the roadies look a bit...odd. That's eerily good zombie makeup, after all...
Playing the part of a beleaguered chaperone to these teens and young adults, Moriarty seats himself a bit away, giving a tired wave - all an act, of course, and told beforehand during the briefing.]
Go on, go mingle in the crowd before the show starts. Aah, where are my earplugs...
[Of course, he never puts any in, and his eyes scan the crowd as the students scatter, keeping an eye out so he can potentially swoop in and defuse the situation if anything gets especially hairy.
Go time.]
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I like to think I know a thing or two, done a few things that'll make a priest cry... not that it takes much to do so....
[He casually hitches a shoulder]
Oh, I might be up for it, I was getting a bit of a snack - the vendors might be a little pricey, but there are ways to eat on the cheap.
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[Mike seems excited by the prospect, fluttering his eyelashes and leaning in close, smile never wavering. Lowering his voice, he quietly says -]
Hey, so, like, if you want to wait for like, until the end, this singer's gonna do some real necromancy shit in a bit? So, like, I want him before then, because like, dude, I'm seriously hungry, and all these humans around are making me, like, need some major munchies, you feel me? If, like, you manage to somehow get him over here or off the stage or something so I can get his soul and get, like, these human souls, I'll let you go to, like, town on them. Get some blood in you, like, because you look a little skinny? And, like, if you wanna do something after, then just, like, hit me up? I'm always down for a good time with a cutie~
[...
God, you can feel the judging glare Moriarty has right now. Luckily, he merely looks like a chaperone unhappy to be there than anything else.]
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Hmm... if it feels good, is it really bad? Well, that explains a few less heartbeats than I thought there'd be in a place this full, bit like putting some empty plates in a buffet. So I see, you get the cherry on top while I'll take out the filling. I might be down for it, especially when it's going to be nice and dark - perfect for a bloody show.
[Let him think things are coming up Mike, nothing's going to disrupt the concert. Funny, Mike didn't mention the other Daemons... does he not know? Best not to mention it just in case.]
But until then, I think I might go find a pretty little thing who had a little too much to drink so I can get a nice buzz when it happens - so it'll be a ripping good time. See you around, Mike.
[With that, he casually drops the cigarette, stamping it out with his foot, giving a wink before he slips back into the crowd. He will need a long shower after this.]
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Yeah, like, go have some fun! Just don't get like, overstuffed before dinner, bruh, though like, I'm sure you're super cute when you're buzzed. See you laaaaaateeeer~!
[And he happily lets the other man go, turning to go and mingle with the rest of the crowd.
You've gotten as much as you could from this Daemon, you feel.]