#qpara

[thornstocutyouwith]

Original post here. @resignedworkaholics

The former human, no vampire male quietly walked out from where he had stood just moments earlier, his eyes looking off into the distance as his mark again disappeared. Stardock. He would one day destroy that guy, if it was the last thing he was ever going to do. Slowly however his gaze moved to meet with the huddled form on the ground. Kayze approached it, staring the injured man over.

Kneeling down beside the other, he would have to let his mission go for the time being, to help this man. Reaching over to Q, a stoic look came over his face, his eyes serious as they look the other over, his hand moving to hold the other down by their arm "It doesn't matter." Kayze replied when the other tried to ask who he was "You're severely hurt, you can't stay here like this or you will die."

Kayze pulled his free hand up, resting it on his knee, blood trickling from off the tips of his fingers. This had to have been Stardock's doing, he was sure "Try not to move too much…" Standing then, he scanned the area, if he could find the right plants, he could probably make a potion for this man "Try not to die, I will be back in a moment." Kayze commanded before starting to head away, smelling the air for what he would need.

[onebadwinter]

Original post here. @ahomeofmany

As the guy continued to talk, Marc gave an annoyed sigh quietly under his breath as the other continued to talk. He wasn't much for talking, not while he was drinking, not today. Marc lift his cup back up though, placing it down on his reflection "I wasn't sayin' you did." Marc mumbled . He didn't really enjoy conversations about this. But he was surprisingly feeling a bit more talkative, perhaps on influence from Steven, who was probably too shy when he had control, anyway.

"Co-Op?" He wasn't all that familiar with his condition, to be honest, outside of awareness of it "Yeah. I guess, now....Sometimes..." At the compliment, his finger tapped against the glass again, for Marc it might have been a sign of irritation. But for Steven, nervousness. Listening to Steven talk about before saying "He thanked you." Was all Marc summed up, getting disapproval from Steven. Moving his glass again he finishes it off before raising his hand to get refill, the bartender walking over and taking his glass "So, what brings you here?"

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

Original post here. @resignedworkaholics

Harry lift a hand up, turning his attention away for the moment "Now, hear me out. What if…we watched…Pirates of the Caribbean?" The pirate suggested. Then turned his head, smiling at the other. He loved pirate …anything, really. That was obvious to tell. Then tilting his head slightly, turning his hand over now "That is Halloween, yeah?" He asked, not really sure, he wasn't sure he had ever celebrated Halloween.

On the Isle, there wasn't much celebrating to be had. At the question of if Horror movies were all this bad he sighs "Yes." Said with confidence, then "They are all that bad." Now, he supposed there might be a few good one's, here and there. But mostly they were bad "Morbid curiosity and the inability to live out their murderous fantasies, I suspect!" Baring his teeth a bit as he's smiling widely "Ay. Now. Pirates ….of the Caribbean! Mm!"

[thornstocutyouwith]

Original post here. @resignedworkaholics

Elijah glances over when Q suddenly stops talking. Looking the other over and seeing them fall the man starts to fall to the floor. Stiffening at the sight of blood Elijah stood still for a moment. Not from fear, however. But because memories he had forgotten had faintly emerged. Shaking them off he moved over to the man watching as the shooter had made his escape "Shit…" Elijah cussed before bringing his attention to Q again.

Taking out a phone already he nodded "Ah, yeah. Yeah, I'm already on it!" What this guy did when he was being shot in the streets like this, was Elijah's biggest question, however. Holding the phone up to his head he brought his hands together now that they were free, cupping them over one another as he invisibility started to work his own magic, not sure how severe the wound really was, but it was bleeding a lot, and so seemed to him to be severe enough "-Yeah. Q's shot…I don't know- Some guy!" Elijah hisses.

He could see the other's condition getting worse in the short moments that followed being shot. He would contribute it to the others easily squishiness maybe. But this was not the time to start doing that, since the man was legitimately shot and bleeding a lot. Pulling his hands away, in his left palm had been a glowing flower, clearly unnatural compared to any other flower one could think of. Elijah slammed it into the other wound "What the fuck am I doing…" He muttered before getting more comments on the phone "Yeah...I don't know! He looks…fine? I am not a doctor!" He was a journalist, or a delivery boy, depending on where he could get a job.

[thornstocutyouwith]

Original post here. @resignedworkaholics

He just couldn't resist, despite his own inclination toward superstition, Elijah liked to test the boundary. Narrowing his eyes observantly around the room a moment. As Q is frantically grabbing at his arm Elijah blinks out of his focus "Calling out to the demons…" He explained. To him it made perfect sense, because he wanted to see if any demon was there, like it might appear to be. But if it was just a dude in a mask?… Elijah sighed "What are they going to do if they are human? Attack us?"

Elijah had powers, so he wasn't too terribly afraid of a couple of costumed people getting a little too antagonistic with him "What if it is demons? Hm. Come on Lemon Hater. Let's go!" Narrowing his eyes frighteningly into the darkness ahead of him he grabbed Q's arm back and started to try and drag the other with him, because he didn't want to do this alone, either. Elijah glared toward the darkness "And if we leave it, what about the next person, what if we are the only one's that might stop the maybe demon?"

[thornstocutyouwith]

Original post here. @resignedworkaholics

At the others huffing, Kayze looked on unaffected by it. Then, turning his head away after a moment he sighed "Besides, going out at dark is ignorant behavior anyway." There was nothing but trouble after dark. Not that he, a literal vampire, didn't do the very same, anyway. But he wasn't human.

As Q is trying to find any excuse for what he had said earlier to be legitimate, Kayze looked over again " Sure. But, all, human." Well, not exactly. If vampires and the like truly did exist, which had he revealed himself to be one by now, would certain prove Q was right, and that something indeed had started the mythology somewhere along the way.

However, Kayze knew that this world was intentionally kept secret from at least the majority of the humans, for good reason. After all, with all these super abilities in comparison, why give the entirety of the planet over to the weaker species? There was a reason. Kayze stares at Q, looking all together a little un-amused "Isn't that what writers do? Make things up? Artists have been known to do that…from the very start." Kayze is offering "We humans have very great imaginations, don't we?"

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

Original post here. @resignedworkaholics

Staring over at the other male, the blond offered a smile, insincere, of course, coming from him. John then let out a sigh, small as he waited for the other to respond to what he had just said. He wondered how much time this guy got paid for wasting. As Q's finally looking at him, he tilt his head ever so slightly waiting for the man to say anything at all "Well…"

As Q finally did he gave a bored look, following them move to open a drawer and then show him …a thing. Taking the disk a little less than delicately, John looked over over roughly, listening to Q prattle on about it. He wasn't impressed. But half rolling his eyes before bringing his attention back to Q again "I could have just used a fucking phone, it's just as flimsy." With that he suddenly threw the disk at the ground, shattering it to pieces.

Then brought out his phone, inching in on Q's personal space, the unsettling smile on his face yet again "Build, something, smaller, and stronger." Pulling away, he lift his hand up "Make it project." Opening his hand, his fingers stretching out "You're welcome for the idea." John then corrected, giving a all too cutting look before he's starting to back away "And I want it finished by next weekend." Reaching a gloved hand out, he made a crushing moment "Or the next thing that's going to end up broken on this floor is not going to be glass."

[onebadwinter]

Original post here. @resignedworkaholics

Observing the other man, James looked on with a dull expression on his face, not exactly sure what to make of what was going on here. With them, not in the facility itself, of course. Though he didn't know much about that, either. Despite his clear and present interest in the past in the advancement of technology, it had seemed to be put far on the back-burner of his mind, presently.

"No. I don't think they do." He mumbled back, confused as he remained watching the other, still. When some kind of explanation for that outburst was then sputtered, his eyebrows quirked up slightly, eyes shifting to one side "Yeah…"

Well, he wasn't having the greatest day either, but, he usually didn't. So it was commonplace for him to be uncomfortable generally. As the question about what he had said a moment ago was asked, he lift his head a bit "Usually." James confirmed. But those with sick and twisted minds had enjoyed when they screamed, it seemed, in some perverse sexual kink kind of way. James was not much of a screamer though, not these days "Some of them don't care either way. You're nothin' but a toy to be experimented on." He preferred the one's who were all business, and not getting a sick kick out of other peoples misery in a deeply depraved away, absolutely.