Audric

35. Human. Somewhere

[mrdevlinclery-blog]

Location: Projection Tower Open To: Anyone

“I, for one, think we should all come together and embrace the impending bloodshed that is no doubt on the horizon.” Surely his words were providing absolutely no assistance to the sheer terror which had overtaken the vast majority, the stifled groans of the dead only fueling their fear. His gun had long since run out of ammunition and without a surefire way to evade the swarm and replenish it, Dev relegated himself to acceptance that either Zeke would arrive to assist or this was potentially the end of the Clery lineage. He couldn’t imagine many would mourn it, himself included. “Anybody still have popcorn?”

[audchen-blog]

“That’s one way to look at it.” Audric chimed in and glanced around ready to embrace death if it came down to it. He lets out a slight whistle as he watched a man get mauled by one of the undead creatures when he attempted to climb the ladder. He turned to face Devlin fully with his book still in his hand at his side. Phone tucked into his pocket, because it wasn’t useful currently. Just as he went to turn he blinked hearing a loud clatter. “No popcorn..I believe there went the ladder.” He squinted not wanting to turn and face what could be the current faith. “I do have a book on fictional curses and a flashlight if that would interest you.”

[infernalesaeternum]

where: projection tower who: anyone in the same location

A blue sky streaked with flushing red and pink and a finger of yellow and it reminds Constantine of a painting. As he walked across the area in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he noticed some people sitting in a messy rowdy circle around a fire. The night air was crisp and cool, just enough of a chill to make people want to huddle together. Music was blasting from stereo speakers on the far side of the lawn while a roaring bonfire danced and flickered against the darkness in the middle of everything. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. He had never been considered to be  social butterfly and yet here he was, rubbing shoulders with the common folk. Watching their faces twist grotesquely as they smiled to one another. Happy people made him uneasy. He took a seat on one of the chairs and kicked back his drink. The witch watched the flames dance, gold and orange licking over the blues of burning driftwood. The bite of the smoke from the burning wood combined with the scent that was so inherently human as it filled his lungs, swirled through him and left him feeling just a bit dizzy.

Or was it something else doing it. He felt it. Like a punch in the gut that made his insides wrench. A change in the air. It could only mean one thing. Someone was doing something naughty. And it was not until he heard the screams that he realized that the night was about to get a lot more interesting. There, in the darkness he saw what could only be described as a horde of - corpses? People started to scatter, running in all directions. One of them bumped into him, hands covered in a red sticky substance. “Please, help me! I’ve been bit.” Constantine noticed the chunk of flesh missing from his neck. “Yeah, that looks nasty. You might need stitches.” Then he was on the floor, what looked like dry heaving, spitting bile and holding on to his stomach like it was ripping open. “Ok, you’re being a bit dramatic don’t you think? It’s just a bite.”

[audchen-blog]

Audric had been doing what he normally did, observing the peers. Unlike his human peers he was aware of the supernatural aspects of town. Because of a rare curse that plagued the blood within him. He would attend the stupid Summer thing hoping to interact with fewer people than possible. A generic book about curses had been the reading choice of the evening. Until it was interrupted rudely by the sounds of screams. He turned off the flashlight from his phone that had been making the text of the book more visible in the evening and turned a keen eye towards his observations around him.

The meticulously written notebooks of facts of the people of Blackvale laid safely in the library he had hoped. He spotted how jagged and pointed the movements of the dead seemed to be and how they attacked. Keeping the book closed he tried to find the nearest exit because the last thing he needed was this blood making any contact with him whatsoever. He just had to get through the tower, down the ladder, and then far as fuck away from here. 

It was during his trying to dip out that he encountered Carter and stared at him blankly as the bile had started a pile on the ground. “A bite can be fatal.” Audric added with half of his own face disfigured by raw slashing marks from the werewolf he had followed one night. Pushing his glasses up onto his face he stepped over and cracked the bowed figured against the head with the book as hard as he could. Before he kicked the body off the projection tower.

“I take it you aren’t familiar with Night of The Living Dead?”  He spoke as he kept moving and motioned from behind his shoulder. “We should keep moving unless you want that to be you.”

Audric let out a dejected sigh when the ladder was demolished which would have been a good way down. “Well, fuck. I guess we’re stuck here unless you want to jump.. into that.” He mumbled and motioned with his arm to the chaos that ensued beneath them. 

[rchrckwll]

OPEN TO: Anyone

@@: Java Joes, Timber Hills

The tip of his pen tapped idly against the hardy metal top of the tea table on the sidewalk. The cafe was far from bustling, but it was nearly noon, and soon business would begin to pick up; especially given the weather. The warm sun and the clear blue sky weren’t enough to elevate the man’s mood, which would become increasingly evident as he continued to yell into the phone pressed to his ear. “I don’t give a sweet shit what Marcus has to say about it, how’s that for an opinion? Get me what I asked for, or so fucking help me, I’ll find someone who will.” Rich’s thumb swept across the cool glass of the screen just before he slammed the device down onto the table. Turning his attention to a nearby patron, Rich Rockwell hardly attempted to keep the edge from his tone. 

“What? I suppose you’ve got opinions too, eh? This fucking town…”

[audchen-blog]

Rich Rockwell was someone Audric didn’t know much about. He knew that Rich Rockwell was on his phone quite a bit, and was a bit of a sass monsters. That was the extent of his knowledge, but was the sass all human? The man hadn’t meant to stop short beside Rich and his haughty conversation regarding someone named Marcus. However he coolly glanced towards the other with a curious tilt of his head.

“About what exactly? The weather? Entrapment? Aliens? I believe you have enough opinions for us both Mr. Rockwell.” Audric mused without withdrawing the tiny notebook from his pocket to jot a note. That wasn’t necessary as of right now.  “This fucking town is dangerous if you hold the wrong opinions.” He merely warned, his voice of apathetic nature lacking the gusto to make the comment a threat.

[audchen-blog]

@tcylrevcns

Audric had meticously placed the newer filled notepad in simple order with the others. Alphabetized by each patron he came across with unspoken observations. The information varied between a person’s grocery list to what books they had checked out from the very library he worked. After making sure his recollection of events were safe, he shut the vault and screwed the lock into place. 

He went back to the floor of the library, wheeling around the cart as he placed the books back into binary order. A familiar face caught his eyes and made him grin slightly. “Tay, what brings you here?” Audric asked with a soft smile. He knew the normal library time had passed, but he didn’t really feel compelled to close the library at its regular time. It was more on a base to base schedule of his own.

Audric kept the book about Roman Mythology on his person as he turned his entire body towards his cousin. She reminded him of the family he had lost in the woods all those years ago. It made him feel a tad bit better knowing she was condemned to this place just as much as he had been. Yet he would be lying if he didn’t find some of her habits he had observed to be unsettling. 

[audchen-blog]

sbardot‌:

The words echoed in Sawyer’s ears, consuming him in his entirety for a single moment before he blinked himself back to reality. There was no doubt that stuff like this happened more often in their small corner of the universe — Sawyer himself had seen many deaths in his years of working for the police department in Blackvale, some ruled monotonous human deaths, others filed under suspicious activity. And somewhere in that gray area was where the man found himself most excited. Sure, mundane murder was always an interesting start to the day, but there was nothing like showing up to a crime scene and almost immediately knowing that a monster was responsible. It was the bread and butter of Sawyer’s existence, his entire reason for working in Blackvale, his entire reason for hunting — he wanted nothing more than to eradicate the supernatural population. For him, it was the vampire species that took the gold medal in that department, but at the end of the day they were all killing machines and the man wanted nothing more than to get the justice their victims deserved.

“Curious timing.” The man repeated, flippantly flashing his badge to his counterpart before tucking it away neatly. “Why do you say that? You know something we don’t know?” He questioned, finding his feet taking him to a different part of the library only a short distance from where he had just been standing.

“Curious timing.” Audric repeated as if the words hadn’t flowed through his mouth first. The half of his face that wasn’t scarred turned towards the detective with a small indifferent shrug. Eyes taking a glossy far-off look. “A birthday party where he encloses everyone inside.” Audric murmured, “First glance a werewolf no doubt.. but a second glance.. Is it just as that? Or is that what we are supposed to think? Trap a house of monsters and animals, it would be hard to pinpoint the actual murderer. That’s what makes it a curious time.” Audric continued to scribble down on his notepad as he spoke, possibly letting the words he spoke go down on the paper in front of him. “If I had any insight, I would say it was someone that knew the plans of our dead mayor prior to the party.” Audric chimed in finishing the penmanship on the paper, before he finally regarded Sawyer with his entire face. Even the part of it that looked like something had tried to claw it off. “Body left on display, a grandeur sight. A symbol?” Audric rattled off as he made mental corrections to the notes he had.

[audchen-blog]

Mackenzie † Wrong Number

Mackenzie: I swear to fuck, this town is worse than a 90s sitcom.

Mackenzie: Everyone is so goddamn happy.

Audric: Are you speaking of a nightmare?

Audric: I don't see very many happy faces.

[theroning]

“Only it isn’t.”

[godfreygdaily]

[sbardot-blog]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 › 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝.

Nothing like the smell of freshly spilled blood to wake a grown man up. That, plus the faint aroma of stale liquor and ball sweat, which this place certainly permeates after a night like tonight. These were Sawyer’s parting thoughts as he looked up from his crouched position, the fraying in his jeans nearly touching the crimson liquid that was still staining the floor beneath his feet. There was something exhilarating about working a newly discovered crime scene, something that put a pep in the man’s step — which ultimately would get him teased by his coworkers as the only time he had even the hint of a smile on his face was when somebody had been slit open. It was a dark way to live your life, sure, but at this point, the man had been doing so since he could remember — death and gore falling on flat eyes ever since he was a young boy. And even in the times when it got to him, seeped into the corners of his impressionable mind, the boy had his father to beat it out of him until he was seeing stars.

That was just the way the world worked. There was a pecking order and Sawyer had always known where he fell, even now, when everything seemed much more complicated than it ever had before.

He took a good, long breath in and stood himself up before he took his jacket back from the banister he had hung it on. They had already been at the scene for a good amount of time, Sawyer and his colleagues being some of the first officers to show up when they were called. It was being left now to the team of investigators to collect evidence and take witness statements, though talking to half-drunken monsters was not Sawyer’s idea of a good end of shift task. So instead, he took it upon himself to move about the main level of the house, listening to every creak in the floor and every rustle of the wind outside the tall, covered windows. He had always been a lone worker, which was why he had shuffled through more than a few partners in his years of working for the department — he had a way of doing things that, for the most part, other people didn’t understand. But that was the least of his worries.

Just before he had gotten stuck in his own head, the man turned when he heard someone shuffle into the room behind him. His brows furrowed, eyes squinted as he assessed the person who was staring back at him as though they had seen a ghost.

“Everything alright?” He choked out, voice hoarse and thick as he spoke.

[audchen-blog]

Audric’s eyes scanned over the kitchen as most of the crowd had dispersed. He took out a small notebook and scribbled down some notes, dodging what looked like specks of blood on the ground. He sighed much rather wanting to spend his time in the library or following his new mark instead of this death sentence. They didn’t know how close to making a mask he was towards the end of it. Not that he minded supernatural creatures, but their blood or depending on their age even down to their DNA fucked him up. 

He rounded into the death scene with his small notebook in one hand. His other hand adjusted his glasses over the scars across his face. The death hadn’t really hit him as it rightfully should, instead his dark hues connected with the crimson stain on the ground. A silent curse serpented through his mind as he concentrated on that one detail alone. Not the other witnesses, nor the other detectives scattered about. Silently he pondered if he could get a good collector edition from Sweeny’s library. Not like the man would miss it much. Probably missed his life more at the moment. 

The concentrated became more indepth as he thought about each step he had taken to the library and what was around there. He knew he had noted some abnormalities in the beginning of whatever this thing was when it began. Maybe if he somehow alotted himself twenty minutes he could run in and run out. The plan was almost rock hard solid in his brain.

That is until Sawyer broke his concentration. Audric blinked slowly, the scarred eye having a second delay to his other eye. “Sure. Everything is fine. Just another day in Blackvale.” The tone coming out much more sardonically than he meant it to. “Though it is rather curious timing, wouldn’t you agree?”

[blackvalehq]

♔ WELCOME TO BLACKVALE — AUDRIC CHEN

SPECIES: Audric Chen AGE: 35 OCCUPATION: Librarian at the Agnes Blackwood Memorial Library FACECLAIM: Godfrey Gao

♔ A PEEK INSIDE — HEADCANONS

Audric Chen was found as a child wandering the woods with a medical bracelet around his tiny wrist. That is the only reason why he doesn’t hold the last name of his adopted parents. A prominent witch family that kept him close. He didn’t speak about his real parents or where he came from. In fact he didn’t utter a word until he was nine. His family had hoped that he was a supernatural. As Audric grew older and didn’t seem to hone in any powers, they gave up thinking he might have something supernatural about him. That is until they learned that something in his blood was off.

Audric has been knowledgeable about Supernatural beings in Blackvale since he was a child. He doesn’t have any way to sense if someone is a supernatural and so typically is judgmental about anyone that steps into the Library. Audric will becoming obsessive about a certain person until he uncovers what they are. He keeps a journal record of the people he has figured out, and some slim notes on people he hasn’t. One of the times he made the mistake of following one of these marks out at the full moon. He escaped narrowly the attack of the monster at night. However, there’s still a scar diagonal across his face as a reminder to himself to tread carefully.

Audric’s parents learned the oddity of his blood one year when as a child he got severely injured after playing with a supernatural boy around his same age. His spine had arched in a reverse manner and his screams wouldn’t be hushed. His mother had decided instead of ousting themselves they would try to heal him using vampire blood. It caused an adverse effect and the boy started to have seizures with his condition deteriorating in front of them. They used their healing magic to heal everything they could. Some people still say it seems like his spine is uncanny in its shape. His parents soon tried different bloods from different species unable to keep their curiosity to themselves. However, any supernatural blood triggered a negative effect in Audric. They deemed him allergic to any sort of supernatural blood. After recording differences in his breathing, brain activity, and the physical welts that would sometimes appear on his skin.

♔ NATURE OF THE BEAST — TRAITS

POSITIVE: Alert, Intelligent, Analytical NEGATIVE: Cryptic, Skeptical, Obsessive

♔ WRITTEN BY JENNI. SHE/HER. MST.

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