[location: somewhere in Taxon][accidental voice] Depart from me, I never knew you

[redeemedripper]

John had broke from slumber in a most unsatisfying way. Gasping, the top half of his body thrust itself up. His eyes searched the room. This place wasn't right. He was in his quarters of Helen's Sanctuary, but the problem was, he couldn't remember how or why he was there. Tossing the blankets off of his body, John leaped out of bed and snatched up

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[browncoatdevil]

Halloween had been avoided, for the most part, due to the lack of creativity. Even back on Verbena not many people still participated in the holiday because folk were just to busy trying to get the last bits of work done before winter set in. It had been a surprise when the weather had suddenly changed in Taxon from the brisk summer days to what was more fitting for the time of year the city found its self in. Regardless, the red head kept her long sleeves rolled up and more than just a few of the top buttons of her shirt undone trying to cool off. Playing hoops was a good exercise- not to mention a good way to deal with stress of being away from her crew.

Gwen heard the cane on pavement before she came in to view of the man. Her smile in greeting was tired, holding that sly little hint of amusement it so often did when seeing new people she hadn't met before in the city. Of course she nodded her head once to acknowledge him. "'Evenin."

[Had signed up to toss her under the bus- no limitations. I'm cool with anything you got in mind/

[redeemedripper]

"Good evening." John said, turning his head to watch the woman as she passed. He was not used to this manner of dress, this attitude that a more modern woman held. John had no concept of a new era at all. He was, after all, bound only to the memories of who he once was. His surroundings were new, but even this shock did not stop the growing urge within him. He paused and watched her walk off before ever so slowly and calmly turning and following her.

He had grown quite adept at stalking through the shadows. For such a large man, he was light on his feet when he needed to be, but this body had not entered into such activity for so long.

Perhaps it was her red hair that drew him in, like a bull. He had his gaze locked on her as he walked. Even half a block or more between them didn't stop him from noting all of the subtleties that her body had to offer. It was a beautiful thing, the female form. He only desired to bring the inner beauty into view.

[Location: Umm somewhere in the city. You pick]

[browncoatdevil]

It was a funny feeling, being followed and not being sure you were. There were some times when Gwen turned her head just enough to check behind her though there was no one there save the extras as they had been dubbed. She frowned, rubbing her hands on her arms before dropping her right to rest on the pistol strapped to her side. It was the first uneasy feeling she had ever truely had since coming to the city.

Picking up her steps a tad the Captain moved back toward her 'home' looking for an alley way or something she could cut down in hopes of getting that weird feeling off her back. Of course Taxon its self was strange but this was taking the cake.

[Location: Osten. Sure.]

[redeemedripper]

He waited patiently, following her at a safe distance, watching her movements. There was something in the way she walked that intoxicated him. As they traveled, he made note of the dull faced people milling about. Perhaps it was their presence in comparison to her that made her seem so alive. John could feel her, even from this distance. The beast called for sacrifice, and she was a suitable donation.

Alley ways were too perfect for his work. He saw her glancing down one and took the opportunity to rush forward. There was a sound that came along with his teleportation, but it was a simple enough trade off for the element of surprise. John appeared beside her, grinning wickedly before wrapping a hand around her mouth and attempting to drag her into the alley.

"So lovely. I think we shall see if you bleed as red as the hair atop your head." He laughed low, only for her to hear.

[Location: Sanctuary Square]

[tothelightshown]

Although DG couldn't deny that the appearance of the Northern Island had given her a safe place to live, it was equally obvious that the palace had caused as many problems as it had solved. The grand building was both familiar and unfamiliar to her. She'd find herself making her way through the corridors and remembering a room but not it's contents, or recalling a place she'd hidden during a game of hide and seek but not who she'd been playing with. It was unnerving and occasionally she had to escape from the ice palace and explore the city.

This evening, she'd found herself in the Sanctuary Square. There was a newly hatched cup of coffee sitting on the ground near her feet and a sketchbook in her lap. (At least there were certain perks to imprisonment here.)

Tapping her pencil absently against the page, her head bent, DG only looked up when she heard the sound of the cane on the pavement.

"Hey," she said. A fellow prisoner deserved a greeting, right?

[Location: Sanctuary Square]

[redeemedripper]

John had walked for roughly an hour by this point, exploring his new surroundings with curious eyes. He noticed the girl before she spoke. He noticed everything, after all. What good madman was not hyperaware of his surroundings, after all? He gave her the smallest of smiles and a nod of his head.

Another bold female. Was this place riddled with them? Speaking before they were spoken to - it had become a norm. John was not one to detest such behaviors, but it was odd to him that so many had taken up the practice. He paused at the other end of her table. "And just what is it that you are drawing today, miss?" A deceivingly soft tone flowed from him. Oh, the old man still had it - or at least he believed he did.

[tothelightshown]

With an smile, DG raised her book to show John a pencil sketch of the Sanctuary. She was a talented artist and, although there had been a definite lack of prophetic dreams since arriving in Taxon, the city had more than enough architectural sites for her to draw.

"I'm DG," she added. She didn't have a problem with being called 'miss' - it was a lot better than 'princess', which she had yet to accept properly - but a proper introduction made things much easier. "Have you been here long?"

[redeemedripper]

Despite his distracted mind, John had to admit that her portrayal of the building was quite accurate. Peering closer, he took the opportunity to glance her over. She was young. He liked young.

"Not long at all, I'd wager." He gestured to a chair. "May I?" For all his monstrous tendencies, John's manners remained intact when he needed them. Besides, there was always time to get to know his prey. The street was fairly empty, which made it all the more to his favor to stay where prying eyes did not linger.

[ location: southern osten ]

[notanemptymotto]

Despite the fact that she could of honestly used the hatch, Helen had preferred going to the grocery store to buy food. Of course as of late, she had to come back with more due to the growing amount of guests in the Sanctuary. Not that Helen minded in the slightest. She was rather over joyed that more people were making the Sanctuary feel like how it should of been. Even if lately she had locked herself in her lab or office.

She closed the trunk of her car. Then she paused at what she could of sworn was the teleportation lights of John's or Ashley's ability. Neither was confined to the Sanctuary. Though it was odd neither of them had said something about leaving.

Slowly she moved her way to the alleyway, wearing a light gray long sleeved shirt and black pants. With her heels, of course.

[ location: southern osten ]

[redeemedripper]

John had found himself a delicious looking woman lingering a few streets away. She was fairly unresponsive. A tickling in his memory reminded him of a cold woman in blue. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew this one wouldn't fight much. He'd teleported back to where he had begun. Why? He didn't have an answer, but he did have a pretty little thing to play with

[ location: southern osten ]

[notanemptymotto]

As soon as she saw him, Helen drew out her gun. Before she could speak, the woman had hit the pavement. Dead. She honestly had no idea why she was so calm when her mind was whirling. It wasn't John in front of her. It was the Ripper. Even if they were one in the same person, it was that aspect of his personality that destroyed her. Broke her heart. Nothing was ever the same.

And now it was going to happen again. He was going to go after anyone he could find.

"Stop this, now, John! Before you make things worse!"

[ location: southern osten ]

[redeemedripper]

"Stop?" Her gun did little to stop him. John was so behind caring about the value of his own life. Didn't she see how much he wanted to die, to end it. No, of course she didn't, because he couldn't let her. Instead, he put on a smug facade and swallowed the pain he'd carried for so many years.

"Go on then. Give us another scar to remember you by." Yes, he seemed to remember that token of her affection. "Perhaps even out the other side? Such a great shot you've always been." He laughed, taking another step closer.

"Or can't you muster the courage for a second time? Admit it, Helen. I am your nightmare."

[location: osten]

[godlikesin]

Gabriel knew that he had taken to wandering in order to escape his own mind. There was something about being out among the sounds and motions of the world that distracted his never ceasing mind from the torrent of confused emotions and thoughts that were tearing through him at amazing rates, the memories that continued to assault his senses no matter what he tried to mask them with.

And this was how he found himself outside, gaze gliding out over the scenery around him, taking in each aspect of the city and how they merged together, attempting to find some sort of pattern, something that would manifest itself as an explanation. He was so engrossed that he barely even noticed the other people around him, not until he plowed directly into another man, stumbling backwards and blinking owlishly at him as he tried to get his bearings.

"S-sorry!" Gabriel offered as his mind cranked back into gear, informing him of what he'd done. "I guess I wasn't paying attention."

[location: osten]

[redeemedripper]

John had been watching a delicate young woman for some time, waiting for her to move to a more secluded area of this large town. How many would his inner beast claim? He felt as if he had been caged for so long. The urge was never satisfied, even after blood was spilled. There would be no end to this madness. His prey stood, and walked off in the direction that he could see no others wandering. Perfect. All things came to those who waited, after all.

John shifted to move, but just as he did, another man collided with him. It is said that you should never stand between a beast and its prey, and this lesson was one the man would learn quickly. John barely listened to his apology and reasoning. It didn't matter. He wasn't placated with stammers and excuses. He had missed an opportunity because of this bumbling fool. His free hand (the one not gripping the cane until his knuckles turned white), came to the man's throat, squeezing.

"I'm afraid an apology isn't good enough, my boy."

[location: osten]

[godlikesin]

Fear. The sudden spike of it shot through his body like lightening as the pressure on his windpipe cut off his oxygen supply. The world started to spin as he struggled to take a breath, world spotting and starting to blacken around him as the action was prolonged. The hiss of words did nothing to calm his nerves, and as his hands come up in a pathetic flail against the position that he had found himself in, the power in him rose naturally and unbidden, telekinesis striking out with avengence in an attempt to remove the offender from his throat.

[location: osten]

[redeemedripper]

He was certain he had the pathetic man. What a pitiful fight he put up, and with such little regard to actually saving his own life. John chuckled softly and tightened his grip as hand rose to claw at him without success.

"Don't fight i-" His words were cut off by a blow to the gut. John's hand released and his entire body was pushed back several feet. His back slammed against a light post and a roar of surprised pain was ripped from him. He adjusted his body and lowered his gaze on the man, taking no heed in subtlety. He teleported back the few feet until he was nearly nose to nose with Gabriel.

"We both have a few tricks up our sleeve, it seems." He murmured with a sadistic smirk. "Anything else you're hiding?" He didn't give the man much time to answer before swinging a fist aimed for his jaw. John normally preferred blades, but the sharp edge was for the undoing of the female form. This one, he would simply beat to death.

[Speares]

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie was doing better after her eventful Halloween and was actually able to leave the house without needing a nap. She found her way to a park, not too far from her house. It was dark, and Cassie should have been heading home, but she didn't care. She was used to the dark. That's when she worked best.

She wasn't working, however. She was sitting on a swing, kicking back and forth slowly. One hand held the chair her head was resting against, the other was raised, her index finger brushing against the bitemarks on her neck. Sliding from one to the other and back again. It was a strange sensation, certainly not one that she hated. She was bundled against the chill in the air. 'Bundled' apparently meaning combat boots, miniskirt, and a hoodie over a t-shirt. A stiff wind shifted the trees overhead, causing Cassie's hair to fly into her face.

((ooc: BB. Do whatever you want. Beat at her with the cane, slash at her a few times. Because I am an evil person, I want blood. lol.))

[Speares]

[redeemedripper]

Like a man possessed, he had looked for an outlet for this rage. After Helen's gunshot, he was not as quick on foot, but a series of teleportations had led him to what was known as Speares, if he cared to look at the map. He sensed her before he actually saw her. Another person, at least. He only hoped she was female. Taking care to be as quiet as possible, John edged closer until she came into view

[Speares]

[slasher_slayer]

A small sigh escaped Cassie. This whole 'almost a vampire fangirl' thing was getting to be ridiculous. She'd never had a perverted thought towards vampires ever. She blamed the bond. And the fact that the two vampires that she had the most interaction with, were extremely attractive. Each in their own way, of course

[Speares]

[redeemedripper]

Pain was relative, and John had learned to section off the lesser pains into a part of his mind that could be dealt with later. Her nails were sharp, but he was far too dedicated to this task. Her exclamation made his smile darkly. All he more reason to make her a sacrifice. When he had pulled her a sufficient distance, John dropped his hold on her torso - still holding her roughly by the neck - and reached into his jacket for his blade.

"Have you ever imagined what you look like on the inside? I think we shall find out together." He lowered his hand, " Be still or this will end too quickly." He spoke low, only loud enough for her to hear him. The blade touched the skin of her thigh, the edge pressing against her flesh.