AsBloodTurnsEverCold

Hey as long as she's a monster fucker then she belongs! Probably can be played but this is more like a sanctuary for horny people. I think they're just called hunters cause that technically their job but its like a wild-life preserve Except you fuck the beasts I'll probably make a few hunters myself at some point but for now I just feel like playing a Totally-Not-A-Pterosaur

Kojo wasn't bothered by the scent of blood. He'd smelled it plenty though it was never pleasant. His eyes cast to the prints pointed to him. Phantoms didn't make imprints which was a reassuring fact but as he continued to stare, as his eyes adjusted to the dark more the mystery only deepened more. He knew the system of pulleys and he knew the material they tended to use for them. Rope was the most common but the cables didn't look like rope. Newfangled steel cables was all the rage too. It didn't snap as easily but it did tend to glint in the light at times. These cables didn't look like either of those. There were ways to make them more invisible but these were....something else. He recalled the speed with which the phantom rose but....that meant someone else was pulling the string right? These didn't work on their own. Two people? Why would two people have it out for Silas? It felt like the mystery only deepened. Stage hands used them often or they were used with props. The illusion, of course, of flight and dreams but these were different. This place had the money of multiple wealthy backers and yet? He'd never seen these before. He practiced with the stage hands and knew the material. He'd never seen this before. How did anyone set this up without him knowing? His eyes moved downward to more prints and he followed them in silence and wondering until he found yet another clue. It was a mass of those cables and plugs he'd never seen. He could tell they were removed from their origin. He traced them more to find the web and his eyes widened. How? How had anyone set this up? It couldn't have been set up in a single moment and yet none of them know? His mind poured over the possibilities. He ran through his memories but he wasn't always with the stage hands especially when enmeshed in practice or at home. Someone had managed to do this under their noses. This wasn't theirs. He moved to possibly correct it when he heard...her. He knew that voice and he knew that tone. He'd been in contact and contract with the woman it belonged to for many years now and always always her tone of voice caused the feeling at the base of his skull to intensify even if just a little. He moved to the edge of the catwalk and looked down to see her, peering down to meet a familiar gaze. Kirsa. His employer. It seemed she wanted him down and to leave it to these fools but what would they know about this? He looked back in Billy and Carter's direction "I'll be down in one moment Kirsa. I know the theater better than our...distinguished lawman. It would be prudent of me to have a proper look." he spoke downward, projecting his voice loud enough to be heard. He knew the acoustics of the theater well. His accent shifted to being more in line with her own, foreign. German. It wasn't as though he had to twist his accent when speaking to her the same way he did with others. He wanted another look. If it was quick it would be quick but he'd look again. Someone managed to set this up under their noses but he wanted to see if it was a professional job or if it was the work of an amateur or someone really knew what they were doing and they had managed to get up here unnoticed for the most part. Where did the blood actually come from? He had to at least know how they got up here. He just had to take one more look around.

Seems neat to me!

Glad my quick little profile provided some use and liked the added details. Very nice character.

Being a caretaker around a bunch of (potentially) horny monsters is a bold endeavor lol

Well I wouldn't imagine that the Hunters have to be human. Might just be about intent based on where they go.

Oooooh those are cute! Got a monster posted up myself too. Kept it primal.

EkSzolt "Szo" "Sky-born Anomaly" Species Name: Vathýtero Age: Prehistoric Gender: Male Size: 1.8 Meters standing, 10.9 Meter wingspan Preferred Habitat: Forests, Lakes, Oceans, Aeries ------------ Personality: Szo is a highly intelligent and playful example of his kind. He has a great curiosity and surprisingly personable nature. He's a free spirit, enjoying his time flying around, sleeping and exploring. He is, however, a bit rough in his play and doesn't understand the concept of personal space or moderation. He does what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants but he's not trying to be cruel when it happens he's just a little mischievous. He's otherwise more than willing to live in harmony with almost anyone and anything as long as they don't try to control him and don't try to hurt him. He is, if need be, capable of great aggression especially when those marked as part of the 'nest' are endangered but otherwise he is a non-aggressive sort who just wants to live and explore. You can always count on him to be helpful through especially if there is a good reward involved...and he does very much like his rewards. Szo quite like hunting prey whether it be for real food or "Sexual food" marking others as his favorite meal he'll happily hunt and take advantage of anytime he is able. Szo is actually fully capable of communication though not generally with words. ----------- Physical Ability: EkSzolt is capable of incredibly quick and precise flight over long periods of time, as well as swimming rather quickly in water. While his kind can be quick on land it is clearly not meant to be their main mode of operation though they can be ridden. They have great physical strength able to lift full grown hunters into the air wish ease, use their claw (primarily used for fishing) to cut through other creatures scales and climb, and lift large river monsters. They are covered in scales that provide them moderate defense but are mostly used to blend into dark areas underwater and allow water and air to slide over them with little to no resistance. The main ability of the species deals with their fairly supernatural control over sound with a wide and deep ability to manipulate Soundwaves for offense, defense, and other uses. This allowed them to dominate their niche and punch above their weight class though it also tires them out rather quickly. ---------- Sexual Characteristics: Szo, much like his species, sports several translucent prehensile tendrils that remain hidden away when not in use. These phallus extend up to 2 feet and can be manipulated independently or 'coiled' together when rougher mating is needed....or desired. Their emissions are also quite heavy and parting multiple eggs though without a proper host the eggs are inactive and more like soft, smooth gemstones. Szo himself actually quite enjoys sex and registers it as part of the games he enjoys playing and even seems to understand the concept of his partner's pleasure. They also have a shockingly long and slimy tongue. Their semen glows a light blue and tastes slightly minty. --------- Bio (Small): Szo's specials are a special form of Archosaur seemingly related to Pterosaurs though their nature. They are, of course, monsters however with origins supposedly related to areas where demonic activity is heaviest especially in regards to errant portals...or at least it was before they went mostly extinct except for Szo. Szo was born quite some time ago and lived quite happily. His particular flock had practically dominated the area for a few million years with their only rivalry being that of the sea dragons who often competed with them for resources. Szo's flock often engaged in war with the dragons though Szo in particular was never quite so interested and actually made friends with a dragon who thought the same. The two grew up together, hunted together, and in time even acted as 'peacemakers' of sorts between their species. Time would pass of course when disaster struck and this forced the two species into war again as well as with others. Szo's people were able to survive easily but the conditions forced the dragons to hunt Szo's flock and Szo's flock to hunt the dragons in an effort to survive. Szo refused to participate only working to keep his friend safe and do whatever he could to help but things were dire and as their species warred Szo and the dragon left embarking on a dangerous journey to find a new home that could hopefully serve as a new home but the further they went the more dangerous it got. Years and years passing until they found a remote island protected from the disasters that often made life hard. They never got to share it as they were attacked by a creature protecting its territory. It was a battle they did win, but Szo's friend was fatally wounded and died shortly after....but Szo had found a new home. He attempted to fly back to his Flock and perhaps guide them but found his original home empty. His flock dead and the dragons gone. He was alone. He made his way back and made his home on the island where he lived peacefully until another unspecified disaster that essentially froze Szo in time. He emerged again in the modern day and in a new world which he happened to terrorize confused and became a mere legend people told each other of (and even considered a hoax) until circumstances found him in the sanctuary. His name EksZolt as actually given to him by a researcher who attempted to capture him several times. He quite liked the sound so adopted it officially.

Kojo watched Boone pocket something he picked up off the ground curiously. It had an odd look to it, a strange shine? Was it some poor woman's broach? Some unfortunate gentleman's pocket piece? He had no idea but he was certain the Deputy would attempt to pawn later. It wasn't his concern for now but...something about it did concern Kojo. The man pushed it away as she helped smooth his coat on Alicia, not concerned about the stains it was likely collected from the blood that adorned her. Kojo wasn't worried about the coat and only turned to look at Missy. His strange eyes locked on hers for a moment as he returned the nod and to Alicia as she thanked him quietly for the coat. He chuckled "You ladies do get home safe and be careful at the Golden Stag. The lights of the Saloon doesn't make gentlemen of beasts." but he could at least be sure they'd be away from these fools...for now. Kojo was staying though and with Alicia covered and the ladies off he'd stand up and put his hands on his hips. "Now gentlemen. Lets take a look at those wires." he said hoping they didn't keep to much attention on the ladies as they left. He'd have to collect his coat from Alicia later but for now he was complying with the law and made his way over to the ladder. He undid his bowtie in the meantime and shoved it into his pocket as he moved over to the ladder at the side of the stage and started to climb up to the catwalks. He wasn't sure what all was happening here. If there was blood it meant either someone else died up here or whatever they were dealing with was no ghost....but ghost or not someone did die. It was no less dangerous and whoever this phantom was had to have known how to navigate right? Once up to the catwalks he made his way over to the wires to get a good look at them. He was familiar with this theater and everything in it. A musician knew their grounds. They knew the acoustics, and what every part of the performance did. He looked around, ignoring the needy hum that was growing more oppressive on the stem of his brain to see if he could make a good deduction of what might have happened up here and why these wires were covered in blood. -------------------------------------

Yeah I kinda figured maybe you'd wanna set that scene even if they aren't there instantly. Fluff it up stuff like that. If not then I'll go ahead and post with Kojo

Kojo is staying behind for a moment Alicia and Missy are going though they're going to change first Figured you might write to set that up or check on the butler or something though. Its a bit of a brief split atm.

Nothing strange going on in the mysterious lab! Don't worry about it. I'll give today and a little bit of tomorrow for Magnificent to reply before I post with Kojo again.

Local man was promised a good evening with good music and instead he just watched a guy die! He could see that for free at the local mine. Total rip. He didnt even get the music! Alicia does have the perfect chance to test those cleaners that way she'll know it can hide totally-not-evidence of her innocent and totally-not-insane expirements upon the townsfolk.

Its a good thing no one asked for the money on their tickets back

Kojo is a pure-hearted gentlemen who simply thought the young lady could use a coat to hide things. Of course a visit later to check on Alicia and potentially retrieve it would only be proper! (and seeing more of the intriguing and potentially dangerous maybe vampire is just kind of a bonus.). He can inquire more about her! If he doesn't see them at the Saloon of course. Have to check on Missy too at some point. That poor woman. Being wrapped up with Thane and accruing owed favors. At least they're free from the stooges for now.

Very considerate mad scientist! Considerate to Kojo I suppose lol poor fans just wanting to potentially get their hands on a piece of paraphernalia and ending up strapped to a table. Kojo might indeed need to stop by to get the coat again. If he doesn't let her keep it though. Its a very comfy coat.

Hopefully no fans start trying to accost Alicia while Kojo is trying to explain why theater wires should probably not be bloody. She could also always sell the coat to the first person with a proper bid.

Turns out murder is a good way to ruin a perfectly exciting evening. Can't even impress the ladies in peace anymore

Can definitely see the headlines now. Kojo's shows are for sure cursed. Someone died this time instead of just ending up naked running through the isles.

Kojo knew how these men operated. He knew their boss for far longer than he had simply been the sheriff of this little town and he knew how much danger the girls were in with the eyes of the men on them. It was only the barest of pulls to do their jobs that had Boone sending his men upward towards the Catwalks where blood flowed, but he knew it was their usual demeanor that kept them locked upon the womenfolk with intent still. His eyes narrowed at Boone's reply but it was the gentle hand from Missy that stopped Kojo dead in his tracks. His cold blue eyes landed on her and the man would relent. Kojo was no fool and he knew that she was correct. He didn't move from his spot, merely loosening his bowtie around his neck as Missy did her thing and invoked some...connection to Joshua. That poor woman. He had no idea how close she might be to that monster but he could tell it wasn't a pleasant invocation. It was seconded swiftly by calling upon Mr. Blackwood. Money spoke. Power spoke. Kojo had money but he stood opposed to Thane and his cronies. Edmund, however, was closer to them. Kojo couldn't help but let out a silent chuckle. Missy was clever. Kojo's eyes just drifted upward. He was fairly certain he knew this place as well any other. He might not have owned the place but any good performer knew their mark but whether they'd find something he did not know. Someone had died up there. It was the only thing that made sense which meant there was another person to pay homage to when the time came. He waited nearby, prepared, even futilely to try and aid them should the deputies be so foolish as to cart them away. Edmund seemed to agree to whatever deal silent deal passed between them. It appeared, at least to Kojo, that Missy was also one to make deals with devils. He wondered why she might go so far but appeared they had all come down on the side of making sure Alicia did not suffer needless accusation for a murder she did not commit. He'd nod to Edmund "I think we could all use a drink Lord Blackwood." But of course another request from Missy for a cloak or Shawl and this...Kojo could do though he did not want to move away he nodded to her "Of course." he stated. Alicia, the poor thing, seemed to look to Boone for permission. Kojo would removed his tuxedo coat and drape it over Alicia "Do take this for now. I'll find something more suitable for you." he said before turning on his heel to move to the curtains. There was definitely plenty of shawls and cloaks Alicia could wear but if not then Kojo's coat would do just fine. He certainly had no intention of asking the Deputies for permission to do the right thing so he'd duck into the back to find something proper for Alicia.

I think 4 is good with an extension to 5-7 if its more or less an important reply being waited on for the scene. I just didn't want to totally take the reins on that until we were at an understanding. Life does get in the way but I definitely want to keep this moving steady.

I was actually planning to go ahead and post today, but yeah was waiting for Magnificent to post. I do think giving people a few days to a week is fair before moving forward to keep things pushing forward.

It seemed the mess with Aldert was put on hold. Kojo knew it wasn't a permanent end but with all voices remaining turned against him at that moment it left no choice. Kojo continued to try and help Missy but Alicia's voice took his attention as she confirmed there was no chance to save Mr. Ward. Kojo shook his head "A good man was murdered today. Its a loss for everyone." and that was all Kojo could really say on it. Perhaps he could write Mr. Ward's epitaph to be preformed much latter. It was all Kojo could do to honor Mr. Ward but the truth was it was not as though they were friends. That was part of the sadness of it wasn't it? Perhaps if tonight had gone well Kojo could have gotten to know Mr. Ward. Who knew what life he left before it was ended? There was time for that later but for now Mr. Ward was just....a corpse. The night was dead. The thing that held his soul was unfed and there were no answers at that moment just a group of strangers and some suspicious circumstances that could have led anywhere. Kojo looked to Missy as she called his name and asked him about the stage. He'd move away from Millie, pulling his gloves off his hand to stuff in his pocket as he did so. His blue eyes looked upward "No ma'am no rooftop entrances. The boy is right, we have ladders." he confirmed to Missy in his deep tones. He was fairly certain there was no rooftop access. This place had an interesting make absolutely but he had never seen a rooftop to access this place from. He was curious too but as he looked along those who had an interest Missy and Edmund seemed the most interested in the phantom. He was too. He understood Missy's interest in a way. He'd listened to her stories before and this...figure. This legend was something she had spoken of before wasn't it? Didn't seem like a legend now. Kojo couldn't help but laugh a little bit at Edmund's words "That Lout? No more likely to figure this out than a blind dog." with a good hint of venom for the man they called Sheriff. He looked to Edmund again "Couldn't think of a worse way to meet a benefactor than in the midst of a murder." he chuckled lightly before he climbed onto the stage again as Edmund took a certain...tone with him to make sure everyone stayed for the sheriff. It was a little annoying but the situation was tense and Kojo had the same thought. The musician looked towards the young man "Gather the workers if you will young man. The deputies will wanna talk to all of you but don't let the ladies roam alone. Last thing they need today is-." Kojo's voice was gentler, more understanding at least before the doors were thrown open and the sound of heavy footsteps filled the hall. The acoustics of the hall were incredible. The Deputies. Kojo was worried about exactly them and for a good reason. It didn't take them long to prove why as their eyes focused hungrily on Missy. The air around them was as rancid as Thane's. Kojo took a deep breath "The Sheriff told you to send potential witnesses away? Sei nicht dumm...don't you need statements from everyone here? " he said. Truthfully he couldn't imagine Millie would be in too much trouble but Alicia? He didn't fancy her odds. Kojo looked to Edmund and Missy "Would you at least allow them to stay to help me with my instruments?" he asked trying to give them a reason to stay though he imagined Edmund himself would find one. He did contribute to it after all. This situation was no less tense than watching a man die.

Carlo could only look on in shock as the woman known as Red Jenny made her way into air. It all seemed so still and now silent even as the panicking souls made their ways out. The man only looked on with shock, brought back down by a rising thrum in his head at his brainstem. He placed a gloved hand there for a moment and stood there in the silence of the dark. It was only when the lights flickered back on that Carlo allowed himself to breath. A ghost? Truly? It wasn't as though Carlo did not believe in spirits and the like....his very nature was entwined with things he did not fully understand but this? A man was dead and his assassin had vanished into the shadows without trace. Carlo had no words to make of it....not at at that moment. He used the returned light to look among who was left, who had not fled. Thane was nowhere in sight. He looked towards Kirsa's box still expecting, perhaps, to see the steel blue eyes of his employer peering from the shadows herself still. He looked around...his stage, his moment, their chance at a good memory. Ruined. He couldn't help but frown a bit seeing this but as he looked and with a sigh made his way away to let the Good Doctor work. He wasn't much use up there was he? He would make his way off the stage and look upon the seats to do what no one else was at that moment. People were still making their way out but who knew who else was there? He noticed a figure struggling to stand and made his way over to her "Here let me help." although the closer he got the more he thought he recognized this woman. Wasn't she the Gearhart woman? The one who made good repairs on the now unused steam organ he was so looking forward to playing for them this night? "Are you alright? Hurt?" he asked with genuine concern. This night was a disaster. And then works, not too far from a man who looked more like he belonged here than most but certainly not a native to the states. The man's words were barbed and aimed at the pale doctor who had her hands covered in the blood of their once hopeful host. Carlo's blue eyes narrowed but he would not be the first to rebuke this man. Sir Edmund Blackwood. A benefactor had made his way there, his temper no less fiery. Carlo could feel the hum spreading but there was no such time. "Sir, we're all abroad at the moment. A good man lies here bleeding at the hands of someone we all saw. Have some class." that hum was spreading further but Carlo...perhaps Kojo when the lights did not shine on him would not indulge in the rage of the two men. He gestured to them "If he does still breath do not let the last thing he hears be anger." though he had no idea. Alicia did look freighting covered in the blood of an innocent man but it wasn't her doing. They were all unsure. What was going on?

Ah damn yeah that wouldn't make anything easier at all. Hope it clears up for you. I hate when that's happens here. Not usually constant but deeply exhausting.