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Alias: Dark (Real name unknown) Age: 6,242 (appears to be in his mid twenties) Gender: Male Species: Daemon Species Characteristics: Daemons are not to be confused with demons, though they are more closely related than either side cares to admit. Daemons run the gamut from good to evil, and the supernatural powers they display vary from individual to individual. However, all daemons transcend the boundaries of mortality and the spirit realms, and are easily able to traverse the realms at a whim. They are not indestructible, though come very close depending on their innate abilities. Human Appearance: Dark stands in at 5'11" and weighs 160lbs soaking wet butt naked. His hair cascades in fiery hued tresses to the back of his knees. His face has a rather angular structure, and his frame is lithe and sleekly muscular. His eyes are a bright green. His skin is unnaturally pale, being the color of milk. Changed Appearance: His hair fades to an obsidian black, and his eyes blacken out, with two emerald green orbs glowing in the sockets. He can sprout massive black feathered wings if he so chooses. His fingernails become inky black and come to resemble razor sharp claws. Personality: Cheerful, flamboyant, and always with a kind smile, he's far different than most Daemons of his age. However, behind his mask of polite decorum and chivalry lies a vicious warrior who is without mercy. Being a sorcerer, he is usually ready to meet prejudice and distrust against his immense magical power. Weapons/Skills: Normally, a massive custom pistol with magical ammunition is nestled somewhere on his person. He is skilled in hand to hand combat, martial arts, and many different schools of magic. His skin is similar to that of living diamond, but without the sparkle or luster. History: Not much is known of Dark's extracurricular activities, or even what his real name is. Many events throughout history are said to have been swayed by his favor. Rumors persist that Dark is ruthless in his pursuit of targets, never letting go until he is victorious in the slaughter of his enemy.

Welcome to the Misadventures! I'd love to see this in action....

Welcome to the Misadventures. Choose your character and let's get this party started! The idea is a collective sort of people that mesh in one way or another and to go on RP spoof skits and just to have fun. Here's the layout of my own character sign-up. For more information, please use the backstage thread. Name: Saio Cross Gender: Male Age: 398 Race: Natural Lycanthrope (Were-tiger) Appearance: Human Form: While in his human form, Saio appears to be a very tall and slender woman wearing a deep crimson kimono that ends just above his knees. The right sleeve is adorned with golden vines, black leaves, and purple orchids. The sash around his waist is a bright purple inlaid with a black vinework pattern. On his feet usually are a pair of black leather spike heeled shoes.His face is painted up like a geisha of olden days. His hair is platinum white and usually worn in a large bon-bon with poisoned hair accessories. His eyes are a startling yellowish color. Alternate Form: Saio's hybrid beast/human form is that of a massively muscular white tiger with black stripes. Height: 7'4" (9'1" in hybrid form) Weight: 175 lbs (900 lbs while in hybrid form) Occupation: Proprietor of the 'Cheesecake Shoppe' restaurant. Hobbies: Scientific Experimentation, Shoes, Magical Invention, Make-up, Weapons Development, Cooking, Cross-dressing, Tea Parties, Kicking Ass, honing his mad ninja skills, and in general being awesome. Home Domain: The Cheesecake Shoppe This fine and lavishly decorated restaurant houses several large sub-basements where-in Saio's laboratory and personal residence can be found. All of his works and experiments can be found on the various levels. In total, there are nine sub-levels of the Cheesecake Shoppe. Gear: Magical Kimono: Saio's kimono can change appearance to match the look and feel of any article of clothing. From it he can also remove seemingly anything his imagination can muster. Booby Bombs: These artificial explosive boobies were created by Saio. By pinching the nipple, he can toss one of them and expect a tremendously powerful explosion. By twisting the nipple, he can activate a timer in the explosive and plant it somewhere in a given structure. The Shoes: Saio's shoes, much like his kimono, can transform into anything from rollerskates to stilettos to boots.

Welcome one and all to the Misadventures. Here we can discuss all things gag related. This is meant to be a funny RP. The quests are trivial, lewd, comedic, and usually have rather explosive endings. The idea for this is simple. Using an 'internet persona' you make a character and join in on the fun. I'll be using my mad scientist/ninja/geisha/drag queen/restauranteur/were-tiger/Priestess character if this gets off the ground. Enter the Misadventures. You won't be sorry. Ideas for Adventures to be undertaken are as follows: The Quest for the Golden Panties of Everlasting Tan Lines -The strangely epic tale of the quest to attain this less than stellar mystical item. The (Drag) Queen's Crown - In order to save the world from catastrophic disaster, the team must infiltrate a drag show. Weeds - An animated cannibus plant is taking over as it grows larger and larger. Attack of the Flying Underwear- Swarms of winged undergarments have decided to rebel against humanity. Finishing the Collection- Saio wants a wig. But not just any wig. Adventures in the Closet- The team discovers the janitor's closet at the Cheesecake Shoppe houses a mystical portal to another realm. The McDonald's Fiasco- We just managed to slip into the back door of a McDonald's because we're on the run. God help these poor suckers. Mad Science- Saio's robotic maid has begun to call itself the BIMBOT 3000 and is now delivering nut shots to the local boys and girls. Wigging Out- A Wig Monster is lose in the Laboratory. The Case of the Stolen Booby Bombs- Someone has stolen many of Saio's prototype weapons. Explosive Treats- Never trust any baked goods left unattended on the ground. The Quest for the Ghetto Stiletto Heels Of Death and Doom- These specimens of wonder hold the powers of Earth. The Cheesecake Shoppe is Under Attack!- Saio has pissed someone off by not selling weapons to them. Now it's urban warfare. Again. The Golden Poop Shoot- An experiment has gone terribly, terribly wrong. All who enter the Cheesecake Shoppe begin to poop 24 karat gold. Would anyone want to join on one of these little adventures? Ask away about them. Maybe you can voice an idea for an adventure and it will be used. If anyone has any questions about anything, feel free to ask them here.

That's freaky. My next tale involves another home in Peoria, Illinois. This particular home was located next to Papa John's near Bradley University. This two floor home with a basement and attic had something very, very evil lurking within its walls. It was a beautiful home with hardwood floors and elegantly carved wooden accents. The basement however was a bit unnerving. A satanic pentagram had been drawn on one of the walls, in what looked like blood. There was also a lot of weird stains down in the basement around the drains. We painted over all of it, but the stains and the pentagram just bleed through and would not go away. The house had weird shadows that didn't belong to anyone move around it, floating, glowing red eyes would appear and disappear, and it sometimes poltergeist activity would happen. Things would be picked up by something invisible and chucked across rooms at people. The house has since been torn down, but the activities haven't stopped. I've heard that the parking lot the house was leveled for has had several weird incidents of people's cars getting keyed, but the security cameras on the lot never saw anything.

One of my personal experiences with homes and ghosts was in my actual first house after I was born until I was about six years old. Much of what I remember is because of that my mother told me many years later, paired with a few actual memories. The house was a gift to my mother, from my grandfather. He owned several properties, and this one he'd gotten recently dirt cheap. He'd owned the house for a couple months and then surprised her with it. However, the house had once played home to a family whose preteen daughter went missing a good fifty years prior to my grandfather purchasing the home. Well, it seems the parents had the garage added to the house, and then a couple years later the husband and wife moved. Well, in we move. I can remember the lights flickering on and off, and anything electronic turning on and off or suddenly the setting on them adjusts to something else. In the basement there was always this sense of dread. A wall that faced the garage in the basement always developed a weird stain no matter how many times it was scrubbed clean. The garage was practically a jungle gym the floor was so uneven. We replaced the garage floor twice, due to the way it would fracture. Some pieces would raise, and some would drop. And to ridiculous highs and lows. If only we'd dug deeper at the time when we repaved the garage. After we moved out of the house because of the weird stuff and it was sold, a couple years down the line they finally dug deeper in the garage to repave the floor. And lo and behold, the missing girl was buried there. The house no longer has weird things happening. Her parents have long since passed from this world, and now she has, too. And to a far better place than they.

Experiences with ghost, demons, or the supernatural in general can be unnerving, but that doesn't stop us from sharing those experiences and even seeking out other areas with the paranormal causing strange events. That is the purpose of this thread. This is where you can share your tales. My first tale actually concerns the Bartonville Insane Asylum, located in Illinois. I have personally been there, as it wasn't very far from my hometown. I have never actually been inside the building, though I didn't need to go in. The asylum complex has diminished over the years to one abandoned and boarded up building and the asylum graveyard. Only the first floor has been boarded up. All of the other buildings were either torn down or remodeled into other businesses. A creek runs through the property, and human remains have been found in it. From what I can gather outside of my own experiences, voices have been heard around the creek, ranging from calm conversation to panicked screams. The old oak tree in the asylum's graveyard seems to have the sounds of a man (known to be a former patient) crying eminating from it on occasion. Glowing eyes have been seen as well ranging in a variety of colors. In the Asylum itself, the sounds of the lobotomy equipment can be heard, though the machinery itself has been gone since the place closed. There are also several rooms bricked up, supposedly because of the grisly things that happened inside them. Still others claim they were bricked up with patients still inside. Under the Asylum, there are miles and miles of tunnels, and all of it is scribbled with graffitti, some of which is written in the blood of patients who managed to escape into them. The straps of the beds they were bound to would rub their wrists and ankles raw and bloody. Of my own experiences with this very creepy place, there was a sense of something watching me, even when outside. I've seen yellow eyes staring at me from inside the cemetery, and I've seen light shining off of windows that aren't there anymore. It's a very disturbing place, and one I don't plan on venturing near anytime soon.

I have to wonder if they named the storm after my mother.... lol *don't hate me for trying to crack jokes... please.

Metahuman Name: Judgement Call Secret Identity: Zeik DeFalmont Gender: Male Species: Vampire Species Characteristics: Vampires have remained in the shadows since before the dawn of civilization, allowing the humans to perpetuate them as they wished. In truth, vampires bear almost none of the weaknesses the tales of them claim. Known are only two real weaknesses; their need for the consumption of blood every so often and the effects upon them of true, pure sunlight greater than Mars on midday at its equator. Natural sunlight greater than this causes their bodies to spontaneously combust and burn to ash. In recent centuries a formula was invented that allowed vampires access to the domains of the sunlight once more. A cure for vampirism has also been created in recent years, but it must be administered within two days of a person being turned. Vampire Society: Vampires are indeed social with their kind, and gather as such in major hubs of society, their prey at large all around them. Vampires also have their own ways of dealing with one another, and do not usually take kindly to interference from other species when handling matters within their own. With Vampires, there is a social tier. The humans turned into vampires are of the lowest tier, though this doesn't seem to affect the powers they develop in the slightest, though they are significantly weaker than the Purebloods. Simply the humans transformed are followers of a vampire, usually a Pureblood who turned them and kept them as servants and body guards or perhaps as lovers. Just above them on the social scale are the offspring of the Purebloods. Some Pureblood vampire/human pairings were blessed with a child. At the highest level are the Pureblooded Vampires, those born of a union between two Purebloods. Purebloods are considered to be amongst the most powerful of the Vampires, and are considered to be the vampire's Rulers. Lastly, there are those who have renounced being a vampire, and have pulled their fangs from their mouths. These beings are called Fangless Vampires. These beings lack any kind of power that true vampires have, though are still incenerated by the light of the sun. Age: 999 Appearance: Judgment Call: Zeik has a truly aristocratic appearance, with sharp features and sleek muscles. Standing in at 5'10" and weighing 160 lbs and scarcely looking a quarter of a century old, he doesn't appear particularly menacing. Normally, he can be seen wearing a sleeveless purple and black paisley vest, worn open to reveal his pale flesh and toned chest and abdomen. His raven black hair cascades down past his waist, to the back of his knees. His eyes are the hue of human blood with pupils like that of a cat, and some have seen them glow. On his legs he wears a pair of loosely flowing pants and a pair of black leather combat boots. Zeik: In this persona, he plays the role of a ruler and policy maker for the vampires, being of the Purebloods. As such, he is usually seen in attire that fits the part for him. Flush suits or school uniforms are his day to day selection of normal clothing. His eyes are an emerald green, with pupils like those of humans. His hair is kept cropped just above his shoulders and is bright red in color. Affiliation: Hero Team Membership: Zeik has at his disposal a range of specialists, ranging from hand to hand combat to full on tactical warfare. When seen with him, they are always dressed in maid or butler attire. However, he has also been seen working in tandem with StormForce on rare occasion. Personality: Zeik seems to differ in his demeanor depending on the tasks at hand. Usually, he is the image of dignified nobility and polite decorum. He's been known to be merciful, depending on his target's actions, but he's also been known to rip apart committers of heinous crimes, and is known to be even more likely to do so if the perpetrator is another vampire. Normally, he seems to be a force that simply gets things done, and always is first and foremost considerate of his people, and maintaining peace with humans and other monsters. Superpowers: Inhuman Strength: Picking up a fully armed tank is nearly effortless to him, as is tossing it like a child's toy. Lightning Speed: Zeik can dodge even the fastest bullets with little effort on his part. Retractable Fangs: A vampire's fangs can lengthen or shorten as they see fit. Enhanced Senses: Vampire senses are by predatory nature better than that of normal mortals and animals. Little escapes the Vampire's senses. Presence: Vampires have a number of abilites based on their presence alone. The first is they have the ability to mesmerize other creatures just by being in their visual sight, and the vampire's influence on other creatures is stronger the closer they are. They can be strangely hypnotic, getting most to do as the vampire wishes of them. Animals it seems, instantly bend to their will. Hardened Flesh: Vampire flesh is much harder than the average creature to pierce, and their bones are much harder to break. Infinite Regeneration: No matter how grevious his injuries, Zeik can heal them nearly instantly, though at a great cost to himself. Healing injuries causes his hunger for the red to rear its head, and it grows stronger the more he heals himself, not to mention harder to resist. Energy Manipulation: A power all his own, the very forces of fire, earth, water, and air are at his command to conjure and control at his leisure, as well as protect himself against such similar attacks. However, sentient elementals are beyond his control through this power. The Bite of The Vampire: The bite of a vampire differs at their whim. Some claim it's a pleasure that makes sex pale in comparison. Others claim hell would be a welcome respite once the vampire was done with them. The Embrace: This is the vampire's ability to transform mortals into Vampires. Source of Powers: Being a Pureblood Vampire Other Skills: In his centuries of existence, he's picked up quite a few skills along the way. He's an expert tactician, as well as a politician. He is fluent in over four dozen languages. He's also picked up on the need for being able to protect oneself and others, and so has become a master of the blade. He isn't too shabby with firearms, either. He's a player of innumberable instruments, and an avid artist whose repetoire spans several mediums. Several of his works are in museums. Weapons: Always at hand are his own abilities and speed, and usually these are enough to subdue an opponent. Rarely is he actually armed with weapons. Gadgets: Shade Gel: This concoction is what allows vampires to walk in the realm of daylight. It can take up to about 30 minutes of direct exposure to the sunlight before it must be reapplied. Satisfy: This product resembles a small, faintly red pill, and when dropped into water fizzles it self out and colors the water a bubbly red. This new frothy looking mix satisfies the vampire's hunger, at least temporarily.

OOC: It's kinda funny to see Excel is the last to post in this when I started writing this. Don't worry, I won't let the good doctor or the pretty nurse die ^^ NPC TIME, yes? And hey, here's to you sweets ^^ "Give me that!" The blonde hissed, pointing at the weapon in his hands. "I am taking out everything that tries to claw me, eat me or barf on me or some icky icky other thing!" She snatched the weapon from his grasp, and the blonde cocked it. "I'm ready for take off. Lollipops? I have some." Reaching deep into one of her many pockets on her overcoat, she pulled some rather large lollipops. "I always have some." She bit the wrapper of one, and tore it away. It came off swiftly, and left naught but the stick within her fingers. She let the wrapper fall away from her teeth and it sailed away on the breeze of what could have been destiny. A bright orange lollipop was held within her teeth as she threw down the bundle of lollipops and began to unleash the weapon in her hands. A barrage of bullets assaulted the pathway from the courtyard. "Boom boom, freaks!" She cried almightily. "Starting with you, boomer boy!" She leveled the gun, and then blasted away at the oncoming horde from her words. She fired the gun mercilessly over and over, the bullets tracking a long distance through the assorted zombies and meeting their real targets. A hunter in mid-leap fell lifelessly to the ground, and the Boomer exploded, taking other zombies out with it. Chris stared in awe of the blonde. "All this over clothing?" He smiled, and sighed. He began to fire into the zombies as well with his twin pistols. He stopped foring and then after reaching into his bag, he pulled a molotov out and sat his bag down for better gripping of the bottle multiple times. "Stacey! Where's the best place to toss one of these?" Stacey smiled, and pointed in a direction in front of them. "Good enough for me!" he cried and flicked his lighter. Lighting the cloth rag on fire, his eyes blazed with mischief. "This is one house drink special that's sure to leave a mark." He lobbed one, and once it slammed into the ground, it lit all around it on fire. A small explosion ensured, followed by murky greenish smoke rising up into the air. "Bye, bye, Smoker..." Chris lit another and lobbed it. He pulled his pack of smokes from his pocket, and sighed. by this moment in time, the pack was completely crushed, leaving the fate of the cancer sticks inside to their fate. Tenderly opening the pack, he grimanced seeing all but one of the cigarettes inside were broken at the filter. His 'Lucky smoke' was the only one able to be salvaged. "Damn, I'll have to find more..." he commented to himself. He looked up in time to see more Infected headed at them, pouring out from the hall leading to the food court. "Everyone, seal off that passage! Throw some molotovs! The Infected are coming at us from the food court!" Chris called out, and lit two of the bottles in his bag before tossing them down the passage. They exploded into fiery goodness and began lighting the amassing Horde on fire. One by one, the rabid people fell in their tracks making for the Survivors. Overhead, the sudden sound of a helicopter came into frightening clarity. "Attention to anyone in the Mall. The Mall is too dangerous to try and make a pick up from the roof. The Infected are now on the roof of Northwoods Mall. Make your way to Grand Prairie Shopping Mall for evacuation." Chris groaned. "Just when we've thought we might get out of this... Everyone! We can make our way through the cemetary across the street or we can head back to my car. She needs gas, though, and won't be rolling for long if she doesn't get some..."

Chris had filled his bag to capacity with the molotovs, with his lighter out and ready to throw them at a moment's notice. The bar had had some matches, and now everyone had some, as well as a few molotovs of their own. "So... I think the Mall security room is on the other side of the mall. There should be a rooftop ladder back in there." Chris said as they all walked the mall's well lit corridors. An Infected stumbled from one of the storefronts, this one dressed in a riot protection suit. An Ak-47 was strapped to the woman's leg. It seemed they had switched to lethal force due to the Infection reaching the Mall and those inside. "Wow... they were packing some serious artillery here..." Chris commented. His face suddenly lit up. "Hey... We could get better guns if there's more of them around." Chris went running at the Zombie, and with a loud 'THACK!' sent the woman to the floor, her helmet rolling off. Chris swung his wrench up, and brought it down with all his might. The woman didn't get up. He quickly began unstrapping the gun from her leg and was up again, smiling with his new toy in hand. Looking around, he saw they were coming up to the Mall courtyard. "Hey... That's a wide open space..." A sudden shattering of glass interupted him, and in came three men, all in dark work out clothes. They leaped down, and then back up out of sight. "Damn... those things..."

Chris walked into the back of the store, where the doctor had a notebook out and his drink in hand. The notebook was closed, a sure sign the doc was thinking of something. Chris walked over to the desk the doctor was sitting at, and hopped onto it. "So, what's eating you, Doc?" The Doc shook his head. "Much, mi amigo." Chris picked the bottle of hard stuff from the desk, and popped the top. He upended it into his mouth, taking a few deep long gulps. "Ahhhh..." he said wiping his mouth of the dribble. "That's better. Now, tell me. We can't have you have a breakdown on us. We all have to keep going." Chris smiled. "and we all are a team, after all. This little nightmare unfortunately isn't ending anytime soon."

Testament's eyes flitted to the woman. "No." He answered shortly. The doctor smiled. "Oh, so you're available, then. That's nice to know." Testament shook his head. "I am sorry, Doctor, but I am not interested in the opposite sex." River groaned. "That's a damn shame. Why are all the cuties on the sly?" she wondered out loud with a hint of a smile. The bus pulled up to the garage and drove inside. After handing the keys back to the mechanic, the pair walked through the hospital and over to an elevator, where upon it took them up to the twentieth floor. "You don't mind heights, do you? I thought we could get you a room with a beautiful view of the city." "That's fine. Do the windows open?" "No, they don't. But we do have functioning air conditioning, so why would you need to open them?" "I like the open air." he responded. He'd decided to keep his other form and his ability to teleport and the ability to fly to himself. He didn't know for sure if he could trust this woman, let alone those who would be accompanying them in the morning.While his abilities except for flying traversed the boundries of either form, they were something he kept hidden from the world at large. The doctor showed him to a rather plush room, and then bade him good night, and to report to the bus garage at nine in the morning. Testament walked about the room, getting to know it. He was soon finished, and placed his leftovers into a mini fridge before heading up a flight of stairs to the roof. He stretched out and cracked his neck. Looking around, he saw no security cameras up here. "A flight above the city sounds like a good idea." he told himself. Manifesting his wings, he spread them wide and began to flap them to gain some height. Once he was about thirty feet up from the roof, he began to soar away from the hospital. Looking down onto the city, he watched the nightlife. The river glistened in the moonlight, and the downtown area shown bright with its many lights. He spread his wings and leaned to the left slightly. He wanted to get a better view of what might perk his interest. As he flew across the sky, he looked down below, listening to the many sounds of people at night. The Sanctuary didnâ??t boast these sounds. There, unless he played a musical instrument, it was deathly silent. Looking down, he saw a bar with people filtering in. He felt a nudge, a twinge, a feeling of nostalgia. He didnâ??t know why, but something ever so distant and yet within a stoneâ??s throw of his mind made him feel likeâ?¦ He missed the bar. The drinking, the dancing, the laughterâ?¦ and the sense of someone very near and dear to the heart along for a fun ride. A memory drifted to the surface of his mind, of a lively establishment, and he being with someone. â??Derrikâ?¦â? He said aloud, the name coming to him with the face. It was someone heâ??d loved very much before the Fall. But, now, he didnâ??t have a clue about where Derrik was. The Fall had come one night while Derrik had been at work. Testament presumed him dead. After all, it wasnâ??t like there were many survivors in the first place. Heâ??d been on the West Coast, helping with a recent earthquake as a part of the U.S. Army. Derrikâ??s name was on the registry of the dead in the Fall. But, for some reason that Testament couldnâ??t fathom, he felt like Derrik was still alive, and unable to make his way back to his love. Death was a part of this world, no matter what anyone said. Death was death. All who are born one day die. Testament sighed, and blinked down to a rooftop. He observed the people milling around, and heard the sounds of someone, while very drunk, belting out a song. â??Kareoke?â? he asked to himself. He moved to the side of the building, and then dropped down into the shadows of the alley. Emerging as his human form, he looked up and down the street, searching for the source of the noise. There was a bar not far down the street advertising the event. His interest perked, he made for the bar. On entering the doors, he saw a man drunkenly singing some song Testament couldnâ??t understand, let alone recognize. He cocked his head, pondering something over. He wasnâ??t sure exactly why, but he kind of wanted to sing. He waited until after the man was done to walk up to the DJ to request a song. 'Awake and Alive' by Skillet sounded like a good choice to him. Larger cities usually had better musical selections, anyway. And it was a song that truly described him.

Testament nodded. "I thank you for it. Now, when is this bus leaving?" "Tomorrow morning." The doctor responded, still staring at him in disbelief. " I'm Doctor River. Do you need to be put up for the night, Mister... um..." "Angel DeVagos. And yes, please. That would very much so be appreciated." Placing the gun back into the back of his pants, he stepped to the side, motioning for her to step forward and get moving. "Shall we? I would like to rest before tomorrow, Doctor." "Yes, yes, of course. If you'll come with me, we'll get the necessary paperwork and put you up for the night." The doctor began a brisk walk, heading quickly to the hospital at large. They walked in silence, heading up to the ninth floor of the main building and into an office and sleeping quarters. "So, where are you from, Angel?" the doctor asked. Testament contemplated an answer, before speaking. "That is not important, nor am I inclined to answer. Just know I am one of the few who survived as my home collapsed around me." "Ah, I see. How unfortunate." The Doctor sat in a chair and clicked the mouse of her computer terminal. Instantly, a screen was brought up. She typed furiously for about a minute or so, and then printed off a piece of paper. "Here, read and sign." She said, watching him closely as she handed him a pen. Looking over the document, Testament's eyebrow raised when he saw how much compensation he would be receiving. It was more than plenty for his needs, but every little bit would help. He signed his alias, and handed the pen and paper back to the woman. "Will there be anything else, Doctor?" "Please, call me River. If we're going to be working together, we might as well be friendly, right?" She asked him, smiling. There was no reaction physically on Testament's face. "There is a certain logic to that, I suppose. Thank you. Now, my room and board, please? I am rather hungry." "Oh, my, yes of course. I'll pay for dinner, okay? I can promise some of the best food in Ravenloft City. It's going to be the least I can do if you're going to be helping us." Angel nodded. "Lobster. I would like lobster, if you are willing to go that far. And if it can be helped, some Maine Lobster. Those are my favorite." River smiled at him. "Naturally, we can manage to find some of that. We do have a good portion of the shipping industry coming here. Are you familiar with Ravenloft?" "No, I am not. Are you offering some history on the city?" "If you'd like to know." "Then by all means, I am willing to listen. Shall we get going?" River nodded, and Testament once again followed her. "Wanna ride in something awesome on the way there?" Testament cocked his head. "Something.... awesome?" he repeated, his tone confused. The Doctor nodded excitedly. "Yes, of course something awesome. We're catching the bus to Jordaine's." Testament only followed her silently, curious as just what she was planning. They walked down several flights of stairs, and then out across a sprawling playground. Many children played there, laughing and enjoying themselves. Many even greeted the Doctor and she waved to them. Testament's eyes narrowed, and flashed the hue of human blood. She was an Ascended, just like he. Her scent was different than most Augs as well. Her perfume... her perfume had mostly worn off, though she smelled still of lavender and vanilla. Or was that just shampoo? Testament wasn't sure, in his travels he'd smelled many things that were similar at first. The doctor lead him back to thee garage, and approached the mechanic. "Has it been test droven? We need to check things out to make sure of it's safety." "Are you kidding me? Again?" The mechanic shook his head. "You seriously enjoy driving these, don't you?" "Of course, old man. It's easy enough when you never have to follow a road the entire trip. Now give me the keys and let's get this puppy rolling."