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Post by Dusty Killum Tue Aug 13, 2013 6:15 am

March 1st, 2012
9:14 AM
Streets of Washington, DC


"Gather 'round, oh, ye of little faith!" Dusty shouted to the masses as they passed him upon the streets. The brisk morning air nipped at his exposed torso, having lost his shirt and jacket to a pack of wolves. Allegedly. Nonetheless, he still spoke to the people, a prophet of the dark lord. A message truer than any other passed through his lips, and he made sure to do such acts on the first of each month.

"The great king awaits your praise, for he is the last true God!" He held out a tattered pamphlet to several passerby, but none of them paid him any mind. While this angered him, his holy day would not be tarnished by unrequited bloodshed, so he remained calm above all else. The general public was, of course, the general public because they knew nothing. It was to be expected that a messenger of Lucifer would be ignored by them, especially one so young.

"This day, and all others, are his to rule! Come to me, my people! Rise up and hear the truth which those you allow to lead would keep from you!" The boy jumped atop a hot dog cart and held his arms outward. He grinned from ear to ear, a giggle catching in his throat. The man running the cart was dumbfounded, having fallen to his bottom from the shock of such an action.

"The depths of hell do not slumber! They churn and boil as we speak, and man doth walk there unburdened! Come with me, sheep of servitude! Come with me to the very place the church fears!"

As his grandfather took hold of his body, Dusty's voice began to draw more attention. A few even stopped and began to listen, heads tilted in curiosity. Of course, there is always one who will make the gravest mistake of attempting to ruin a sermon. A teenager from across the street threw an empty soda can at the ritualist, along with expletives of various degrees. Dusty's head snapped toward the older boy. Grandpa Parker was only fond of one child, and one alone. Others were a waste of space, at least, in his opinion.

"There, you see! The world would have you scoff at me, laugh and condemn me for my words!" He jumped down and put a hand to his pocket. It appeared that the boy pulled his yo-yo from it, but in reality the demon within him had summoned it in a manner which left those around him none the wiser. The possessed child flicked the faux-toy several times before his eyes widened, smile leaving his face.

"What do we do to a world that will not listen?" He stepped forward and slung the yo-yo in the teenager's direction. The opposition attempted to catch it, smirk still strong upon his face. It left him, however, as his fingers were neatly cut from his hand. Blood splattered about magnificently upon the two children as Dusty made his way even closer. Screams came from all directions, and the masses once there scattered. Police sirens beckoned in the distance.

"We leave it behind." The teen shook under Dusty's grasp as he lifted him up by his shirt color.Tossed to the side, Dusty licked the blood from his cheeks and giggled madly as he came back into control. "We leave it all behind!"

The child took off running back from whence he came, his laughter echoing against the buildings around him. The alleyways were always colder than the streets themselves, but this did not bother Dusty. He slept in a much cooler environment, though it's surprising that one who lives in the sewers would not get sick constantly. Of course, Dusty was never known for being normal.

Fumbling behind a group of trashcans, the child found his baseball bat and gave a sigh of relief. The last time he'd left it behind, he had to kill someone who had taken it. Now that he thought about it, he was quite sure that today made his fiftieth kill. How he hadn't been caught yet, he'd never fathom a guess, but he suspected it was about time to move to another place. Of course, he had little where else to go, according to his grandfather there were few places in the world where tears existed between Earth and Inferis. Still, a change of scenery would be... nice.
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Post by Alice the Chopper Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:45 am

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Current Personalities:
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Ice cream! Didn't everybody love the stuff? Even archdemons revered the stuff as some sort of holy, or rather in this case UNholy, treat of champions. A dessert for kings, or maybe not, it was pretty damn cheap to come by. Okay, maybe the after meal of slum lords then, yeah, that works out a lot better. Vanilla? Chocolate? What kinda plain fool do you take her for? No, she had strawberry, perhaps the THIRD plainest flavor, though the dainty young woman probably just picked the flavor because it matched the brilliant color of her hair. It was apparent that she was really enjoying it that much, as her face would scrunch up with each lick, only to return to an almost creepy smile. She was delighted, happy with her not so good ice cream, happy to be alive, it was a joyful day, after all! So Why wouldn't one smile? Why would one every frown? So pointless, not to mention how many muscles it takes to do so!

Oh say can you see, by the twilight's last...whatever, Alice didn't know the entire anthem of this country, but she was trying her hardest to remember. It was apparent the little demon in her head didn't know either, what a shame, what a shame. The German walked down the streets of the capitol, spinning and half-skipping in a joyful manner, her plaid skirt and features fluttering with each step. She was slender and her hair was long, and so plainly dressed, at least on this day she didn't wear anything over the top. Just a simple jacket covering an obscure black shirt with an inverted cross upon it. No, as that wasn't this moment's business, that was earlier. Oh how she screamed, Americans were so damn vocal for whatever reason, maybe it was just in their very nature to be loud. To make a point. To be noticed. But yet they were so gullible. The Ritualist liked that about them. Wait, why was she in the land of the free and the home of the brave, anyways?

No reason. Sometimes a change of scenery was nice every now and again.

A strong smell overtook the delicious scent of artificial strawberries. A familiar scent, one that was picked up like a bloodhound. It was, in fact, that very life liquid: blood. Sometimes being possessed had it's benefits, if you knew how to use them, and being able to smell this substance was one of many gained by the twenty-one year old. Faint words were then picked up in the distance as the Ritualist approached a crowd of people gathering around something she couldn't get a good view of. Sirens came next. What's going on? What's going on?! Oh this sounds exciting! Her slow and lucid skip turned into a short jog as she tried to look over and around the group of people gathered at the apparent scene. Her pierced ears (adorned with silver cross jewelry) caught wind of a few words, "We leave it all behind!" Now whatever did that mean? Regardless, it was followed by a mad cackling that was joy to the schizophrenic's ears. Speaking of which, there was always that odd possibility that this wasn't real, oh well, chances were meant to be taken...or something like that.

Finally, the pink haired Ritualist decided to get a look for herself as she violently pushed a young woman aside, nearly knocking her on her fat American ass. She caught a glimpse of a child running down an alley, and stepped forward, not before taking out her phone and sending a short forward to several different numbers, alerting them of her location. Red Love, ah, it was fun having henchmen to order around. It was especially fun making them do asinine things such as get coffee only to dump it out and whatnot. Fun, fun. Her slender but athletic form took off in a mild and excited run after the child. Why was she following him? Well, why not! Her motivation only increased as she passed a beautifully carved up mortal, and how she wished she could stick around and finish up the work to make it a masterpiece. In due time. Instead, she innocently waved to the teenager with a smile, causing him to gasp in terror, as if it were rude of her to not call for help. As if.

"Stop, in the name of ze law!" Alice yelled out after the kid, her slight accent showing through as she attempted to mock the voice of a female police officer, to surprisingly good effect. Only if this were Germany. "Turn around and put yer handz in zee air!" Damn, she was pretty good at this, the demon thought to the mortal. A compliment was necessary. "Thank you, I try." Shit, totally just broke character there. She hit her hand upon her head, as if she were punishing herself for slipping up. "Uh, nevermind that!" The psychopath was now pointing her melting ice cream cone at the kid as if it were a firearm. "Right! Under arrezt!" She really did have trouble pronouncing those "s" sounds. That was something that needed worked on. A couple hoodlums would appear at the other end of the alley, dressed in what one would consider to be a mixture of a modern day street gangster and a homeless person. Their eyes gleamed red, the trademark trait of a possessed person that any Ritualist would be able to sniff out. So that was there disguises? How unfashionable, you could do better than that! The three would slowly come closer to the boy, as the female would unbutton her jacket, revealing the upside down holy symbol upon her shirt, and several knives strapped closely to her sides.

Okay, so she definitely wasn't a police officer.
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Post by Dusty Killum Wed Aug 14, 2013 7:36 pm

"Stop, in the name of ze law!" Dusty turned his head slightly as he rose back to his feet. He would have actually believed the other to be a police officer if it hadn't of been for her accent. As well as her appearance, which he managed to get a glimpse of and snicker as he turned around completely. The girl pointed an ice cream cone at him like a gun, causing drops of the miraculous frozen treat to spill upon the ground. Why would she waste such a delicacy like that?! Didn't she know Moloch would come and get her in her sleep for that sort of thing? Well, he probably wouldn't, but it was fun to think about, which only made the child giggle more.

"Ya got me!" The boy said, grinning ear to ear. He then pointed at her ice cream cone with his bat and straightened his cap. "Looks like you're spilling your ammo out though, hyuckhyuck." The bat dropped back down and the tip clanked on the ground twice. The police sirens seemed to be drawing closer, but the child didn't mind. Cops were rather useless, but this girl seemed really interesting. The inverted cross on her shirt gave him some ideas, but it was possible she was like others who wore clothing like that. Posers and fakes. That possibility was blown straight out of the water as the others joined her, however.

"More Ritualists?!" His surprised tone quickly gave rise to another grin. Dusty's eyes shone in amazement before he took another step toward the girl. "You guys must have lots of fun together! Can I hang out with you too?" Much like a child exposed to teenagers at a young age, the boy was far too excited. To him, however, older Ritualists were to be looked up to. Not really because they knew more than him, he could always go to his grandpa for information, but because they gave him something to look forward to surpassing if he survived long enough to reach their age. Being young and enlightened definitely had its perks.

"Oh yes, we'd much enjoy to make your acquaintance." The elder took control once more and walked around the girl, lifting her skirt up with the bat. He gave a perverted smile as he eyeballed the black panties underneath. The kappa took note of how black definitely looked good on her... hind asset, as he continued his inspection. For once it appeared it was the grandfather that would be making trouble for the pair. "Kyukyukyu... I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes." And with that came the nosebleed.

"What does that mean, gramps?"

"I'll tell you when you're older."
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Post by Alice the Chopper Mon Aug 19, 2013 6:57 am

"More Ritualists?!" Bam. There it was, the magic word. "Ritualists", well, that made explaining shit like, a thousand times easier. She figured something had to be up with this child, as if his Satanic fashion and you know, nearly cutting somebody's hand off. That sorta bothered the Chopper, but she was not in control. Alice smiled at the child as he approached her. "You guys must have lots of fun together! Can I hang out with you too?" What a swell kid, they did have lots of fun together! Such as today, it began with a fun walk in the park, followed by slaughtering a teenager in front of her family, then watching some hilarious television programming, and it was all wrapped up with a treat at one of the town's best ice cream parlors.

"Sure! Maybe we can play too, then!" The Ritualist exclaimed as the two thugs watched the scene unfold. They were slightly confused as to what was about to happen, as their "leader" was dangerously unpredictable. They readied their weapons as the next series of events occurred, however. "Oh yes, we'd much enjoy to make your acquaintance." his voice changed as the child came even closer. Ah, so this was his bonded demon. It was obvious as day, well, at least to another Ritualist.

They boy, or rather the demon inside of him, then proceeded to casually reach under Alice's skirt and lift it up to reveal what was underneath. Break him? Kill him?! Her own partner, Eris, rang out inside of her head. No, no, not this one, I don't think, yet. Stunned by the reaction, the girl at first did not act, listening on as the child spat forth a rather...suggestive comment. The Ritualist's face turned a bright red, a show of embarassment.

With a show of supernatural force, she pulled down her skirt over the somewhat revealing lace undergarnments, backing a couple feet away from Dusty. "Rude! Revealing myzelf to everyone who readz zis!" The pink haired Ritualist exclaimed, her face still a bright red and her voice more accented than usual, making her perhaps a bit harder to understand. Alice then turned around, facing down the other way of the alley and totally leaving her backside open to a likely insane and murderous child. Maybe. Sometimes assuming those kind of things made one "rude". At least her face wasn't looking like a tomato anymore. What was that? Oh, something snapped. A grin appeared on the girl's face, not that Dusty would be able to tell with her facing the other way. Her tone also completely changed, she wasn't so bubbly anymore, at least for the moment.

"Why didn't you finish him?"

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Post by Dusty Killum Tue Aug 27, 2013 8:52 am

The boy and demon giggled impishly at the same time as they backed away from the girl. Her reaction was priceless, but they knew the two of them wouldn't get away with too much mischief like this before a fight would break out. Instead, Dusty took control of himself and pushed his grandfather to the back of his mind.

"Finish him?" The child's grin never left him, though he rubbed his arms against his bare shoulders. Boy, it sure was getting colder. Looking from ritualist to ritualist behind him, he then turned his attention back to who he assumed was a new friend. "Where's the fun in killing someone quickly?" His eyebrows furrowed, and his smile became a tad darker. "He needed judgment, but his crime only branded him for life."

Though flawed in its ways, Dusty's logic was one of respect and merit. He knew which humans deserved total damnation from this plane, and it was his grandfather who backed up these ideals. After all, it was he who would cleanse this planet of those unfit to serve beneath Lucifer in life, and he who would send him new soldiers to serve in death. At least, that's what he believed to be his purpose.

"You sound funny, miss." He abruptly made comment on the girl's accent, another giggle breaking from his throat. "Miss... Miss... Wait, what's your name? Mine's Dusty Killum! 'Cause I dust and kill 'em! Hyuck!" The pun on his own name would probably be lost on them, but he thought it was rather clever.
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Post by Alice the Chopper Mon Sep 02, 2013 10:03 am

"Finish him?" Childish questioning words, it was quite obvious that whatever force that was previously possessing this kid was now gone. Or rather, that's probably what any other mortal would think, any normal run of the mill Average Joe. The pink haired woman was no Jane Doe, and this could be guessed by her obscure style that shouted Satanic tones, or perhaps the gleam of evil spirits in her eyes, or maybe it was the scent of dried blood and strange flesh that filled her breath. Regardless, she was a Ritualist, and she knew another of her kind when spoken with, especially since this one in particular was making no efforts to hide it. He must either be confident and about to kill her, or at least make a move to, or absolutely crazy. The second was assumed but the first was never forgotten, and a guard was never let down. Finish them? Was that a question? Maybe, perhaps it wasn't his modus operandi, or perhaps, the kill just would not of been entertaining enough.

Alice looked into the brown haired boy's eyes. They held a similar element of mistrust and chaos as hers did, and it absolutely delighted her. Every part of her, that was, all three personalities, oh, and the ones the Goddess contained as well. "Where's the fun in killing someone quickly?" Ah, so that was it. Good enough reason, the killer thought to herself, there is indeed no fun in ending a life quickly. You didn't get to see that look of terror upon their mugs, those sweet sounds of fear, screaming, begging for mercy. They should make music out of the sounds of murder, the Chopper would buy every album. And if she would, then that means, well that means everyone else would as well, right? "He needed judgment, but his crime only branded him for life." Interesting. Yeah, definitely option number two: insanity. He was probably right, though, most of the 'life' that walked this Earth was less than clean.

"You sound funny, miss." Hey, it's not like one could help the fact that their parents were weirdo perfectionists that wanted a child with a pure accent. It failed, of course, as the girl's tongue was far from absolute German, and sounded more like a weird mix of the African dialect with slight Deutschmark roots. Explaining it in words was difficult to do, but it certainly stood out, and for that, she refrained on making any sort of comment to this statement. The boy seemingly took notice, as he continued on, "Miss... Miss... Wait, what's your name? Mine's Dusty Killum! 'Cause I dust and kill 'em! Hyuck!" The snotty laugh by the batter was quickly followed by a chortle from the chopper, who found the pun just as amusing as he did. Perhaps, maybe just perhaps maybe, this one probably might have some potential...potential. The thugs still didn't do anything, in fact, they were beginning to look bored.

"Engelherz, Alice." With a fist on her mildly developed chest, the Ritualist stated in her name in the most formal of fashions, even going as far to speak with a butchered English accent in an attempt to give it a further air of elegance. her haired flowed with the motions as she circled around the boy, examining him. So this was the famed DC Batter? A mere child? Oh yeah, she already knew who he was, in a way. Running an organization solely based on murder pretty much gave you all the latest gossip in serial killer news. "Say, what'z your favorite animal, kid?" Reverting back to her normal tone for but a second before her eyes became the deepest red, as if they were actually lights. It was a moment's transformation, rather smooth for somebody based on the concept of chaos.

The chopper reached inside of her jacket, once more flashing the many sharp things that happened to be tucked away there, but instead grabbed a piece of bright red latex. Long and stretchy, any child would immediately recognize what this was: a balloon. Or rather, an elongated one, crafted for twisted and flexibility. "Pick one! Any one, really!" The demon had taken control, for this was now Eris the Manic, and luckily for everyone at the scene not Eris the Slaughterer. Her voice changed to something that spoke in dramatic tones, as if she were made for performances, but yet hid behind a somewhat silly and eerie accent, one that a clown might use at one of his shows. If that clown were about to stab every child at the birthday party, that is, because something just wasn't right.

The woman began to blow up the balloon, and within a few seconds, it was at it's full length and ready for manipulation. The Ritualist thugs actually backed up during this, afraid of the demon inside of their leader, and for good reason, too. This was no common demon, this was an Elite, a commander in a sense, just a few large steps down from an archdemon. Which of course, was still nothing to be trifled with. Would she cause this Dusty harm? Probably not, seeing that the travel to America was a costly one, but who knew. She was absolutely unpredictable. "Well?"

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Post by Dusty Killum Tue Sep 03, 2013 4:17 pm

Whoa, whoa, this Alice girl had turned the alleyway into a regular circus! She was really funny, spinning around and stuff like that. Dusty was amused, to say the least. The boy jumped up and down quickly and clapped. A giggle of childlike wonder escaped him, as she really surprised him with the balloon.

"Rats! Rats!" He bit his finger to stop his laughter, and a low coo escaped between his teeth. "I mean, my favorite animal! I like rats!" Definitely not the choice of children everywhere, but he did live with rodents. In the sewer... Wow, he really did need to get out of D.C.

"Hey, can I come live with you, Ms. Engelherz?" He asked curiously as she worked with the balloon. Gramps was definitely having a ball in the back of his mind, but Dusty's thoughts drifted elsewhere. He was a child, after all. "I promise I'll be good! I hate to leave the rats behind, but I'm pretty sure I'm close to getting in trouble here." Another fit of giggles, and he leaned on his baseball bat. "What d'ya say?"
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Post by Alice the Chopper Wed Sep 11, 2013 5:44 am

"Rats! Rats!" What a strange animal to favor, nevertheless, this was a strange kid, which was exactly what was being scouted for. As soon as the request was made, the orange colored balloon as twisted and manipulated with skill, with care, but yet with brutal force around the twists in order to make the shapes come together. She planned to use the same layout for a mouse, which really just looked like any other inflated animal, save for the enlarged ears and long thin tail. Nice one, I like that one! But I'm gettin' real bored, motherfucker, let's just nab the little bastard already. Voices in one's head tended to get annoying, but with the nature of the demon, not listening would probably be extremely poor for one's health. Laughing was hear din her head, always laughing, corrupted, demonic laughing. A thousand clowns, a thousand children, or something like that. If the Ritualist wasn't already completely mad, she would have definitely of been drawn to it.

"Here you go!" The Chopper handed the animal to the kid, which would surely occupy his hands. It was crafted with skill, as if her demon gave her some sort of demonic circus skills, which, in fact, she did. A short chortle left the pink haired girl's mouth, but it was strange, as if two laughs were happening at the same time. It was almost impossible for her to not be creepy when she wasn't try to not to be. make sense? Not really. Another laugh, probably at their own thoughts. The boy had been talking earlier, and she had nearly forgot to respond! "Live with me? Of courze!" no thought was seem to be put into that. "But we live faaaar away!" A different voice said. "But I love friendz! I don't have many!" Again, back to the original heavily accented one. "We can be friends, all four of us!' Any normal person would be completely lost by now. "Yay! That doez zound fun!" She was becoming excited by...herself. A stable mentality wasn't present, clearly, even for a Ritualist. The two thugs moved in closer while the black dressed Girl paced back and forth erratically, continuing on with her conversation and speech with herself and the boy, hopefully, but unintentionally, distracting him, maybe. Alice began her deranged talk patterns once more.

"I live in a magical place called Jovi! There'z lotz to do there, like, like, going to the carnival, ummm, going to the park, playing hide n' zeek, and, there'z all kindz of deliciouz foodz to eat!" She seemed to be back in control this time, as it was some time before- "Like motherfucking human flesh, fuck is that shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit good!" Demonic again, no, for the first time in spoken word, and it was down right messed up in pattern. It had to order, random letters were empathized, it sounded nuts, and it would probably even be considered a side dialect of the evil language to some; demented demonic. Or some crazy shit like that, maybe it was just Eris demonic, which, which, was probably a lot close to the goal. Her eyes turned a vicious red, and her smile was wider than ever. She made a few exaggerated coughing noises, as if clearing her throat.

"Zorry about that, I'm excited, I zay, let'z go!" With that, the two heavier set Ritualist thugs would attempt to grab Dusty from behind, even if he had previously just volunteered to go. Red Love wasn't know for being gentle, but since he was cooperative, they wouldn't cause him any more harm than simply attempting to throw him the back of a black van parked around the corner.

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[OOC: If you have Dusty grabbed, which, I hope you do, I'll start up the next thread in DC later on in the day.]
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Post by Dusty Killum Wed Sep 18, 2013 1:20 pm

Dusty's eyes would have probably exploded out of his skull if they could sparkle with much more intensity from sheer happiness. The boy tipped his hat and quickly took the balloon animal. He made sure to hold it gently between his arms as not to pop it, but, alas, he still hadn't learned to control the enhanced strength he received from Gramps. As it popped, a small frown took shape on his mouth.

"Live with me? Of courze!" Dusty was brought back to a grin instantly. It remained as he followed the change of voices, his grandfather doing the same. Yes, her bonded demon was talking now. And then back to Alice. Then the demon. Then Alice again. What most people would quickly give up on understanding, Dusty nodded along to, following along with much interest.

"I'd definitely like to be friends with the two of you, kyukyukyu..." His grandfather spoke abruptly, but Dusty pushed him to the back of his mind again. The thoughts he was having weren't exactly things Dusty was interested in or fully understood, and it all sounded so boring to him anyway. He just wanted to have fun!

"So, where 'xactly do ya live?" He sat atop a trashcan and listened eagerly as she gave a most splendid description of this Jovi place. Even the last part, crazily blurted out in Demonic, gave the child a fit of giggles. At the apologies, he merely shook his head. "Don't be sorry, just be JOYOUS in your tongues and tones!"

As the two other ritualists grabbed him up, Dusty merely allowed himself to go limp in their arms as to not give signs of struggle. Sure, they didn't need to do this, but it was more than likely a precaution. He was... rather dangerous, it was easy to understand why this was necessary in their eyes. As they tossed him into the back of the black van, the boy sat down, legs crossed, and laughed.

"Let's go-go-go! Hyuck!"


[END THREAD]
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