~Hotcakes: Reborn~

[sagemode jinchuuriki]

*Adam continues to play the flute*
(I need to find something for my character to do)

 

[FalseBlade]

(okay okay, let's stop with the Jehovah witness man.)



Syren looks at her and gives her an obvious once over. "Hi? Good lord, you're tentative. If you plan to move up in rank, do get over that shyness." he walks over to her.

(I'm not a Jehovah's witness, I was trying to find someone to talk to)

Tadashi climbs up a random building.

 

[TheSyren]

Bio #2

Name: Markov Sfortzando
Age: 20
Organization: None.*
Position in Organization: Freelance Murderer or Serial Killer, whichever strikes your fancy.
History: <Recording: Jan. 1, 20??> Must we talk about ourself? yes, we must. what must we tell? we arent crazy. no, doctor doesnt say we are crazy. not anymore. not since we removed his tongue. what? we said it out loud? shhhh, mustnt tell anyone. Syren loves sunshines and daisies. yes, and red. the color red. and ALL OF ITS SHADES! yes! Blood! we love blood, and bringing it out, and showing it to others! anything to learn something new. yes, anything to learn something new... -sadistic laughter is heard- once we get out of here, we'll paint the town red. RED!! Red from the blood of its citizens!!<end of recording> Markov is an *escaped mental patient from a run down psych-ward. His history is unknown, but his state of mind is chaotic at best. Random murder is his favorite game; and he's pretty good at it.
Traits: Borderline Psychotic (sometimes), Crafty, Loyal to bad deeds, and will do anything for a good scream
Weapons: your basic serial killer murder kit: machete, ice pick, tire iron, rope, car battery, 9 mm semi automatic handgun with extended mag and lazer sight, and a chainsaw for flair. AND THE SOUNDS!!
Other Equipment: latex gloves, needle and thread, hacksaw, handcuffs (used), a box of used syringes, a case of neurotoxins, and a flashlight.
Abilities: Enhanced sight and smell, quick reflexes, and large stamina stores. Does not have powers.

(hehe, he's baaaaack...)

 

[LostEmotions]

Haruki: *looks at Emi* Hey lets get a move on *begins walking to the conference room*

 

[TheSyren]

Pyro sighs and looks at the ground. "It's not like being shy is a choice..... You must be the man who was sent here from the Illusia hospital, right?"

"sent is such a direct assumption. I may run the hospital, but I am here because the cards said I should be here." he looks her over a second time. "you fractured your ankle as a kid, didn't you?"

 

[TheSyren]

(I'm not a Jehovah's witness, I was trying to find someone to talk to)

Tadashi climbs up a random building.

(well... That's a very weird way of doing it lol. It's effective, but strange.)

 

[FalseBlade]

(well... That's a very weird way of doing it lol. It's effective, but strange.)

(Yes. I'm a socially awkward outcast that always has a sword the size of a person with him. I only have one friend)

Tadashi looks out over the city, [THOUGHTS]I am the hero this city deserves. I am... THE BATMAN!

 

[shycatgirl00]

Pyro's eyes widen. She didn't think her injury was that noticeable. Then again, this man was a doctor so maybe it was only noticeable to him. "Y-Yes.....And what do you mean the cards told you to come here?"

 

[sagemode jinchuuriki]

(Ok I seriously need to have my character do something of some relevance)
*Adam continues to play the flute*

 

[TheSyren]

Pyro's eyes widen. She didn't think her injury was that noticeable. Then again, this man was a doctor so maybe it was only noticeable to him. "Y-Yes.....And what do you mean the cards told you to come here?"

Syren kneels and looks at her foot. "I can see the future using Tarot cards. But that's irrelevant, how long ago was it that you fractured this ankle?" he says nonchalantly, but edged with concern.

(Ok I seriously need to have my character do something of some relevance)
*Adam continues to play the flute*

(how would you like to discover a Murder?)

 

[sagemode jinchuuriki]

Syren kneels and looks at her foot. "I can see the future using Tarot cards. But that's irrelevant, how long ago was it that you fractured this ankle?" he says nonchalantly, but edged with concern.
(how would you like to discover a Murder?)

(Sure why not)
*Adam finishes playing the flute*

 

[FalseBlade]

[THOUGHTS] The Batman never sleeps, neither does crime. Tadashi stands up in the wind.

 

[shycatgirl00]

"It happened when I was five. It's kind of my fault....I was clumsy..." Pyro sighs as she remembers what happened.

 

[FalseBlade]

[THOUGHT] The Batman is a expert at movement and stealth Tadashi attempts to jump from a roof to a roof top. He falls and lands on a brick. "Im...I'm gonna sleep here tonight."

 

[TheSyren]

"It happened when I was five. It's kind of my fault....I was clumsy..." Pyro sighs as she remembers what happened.

"mhmm... Well, the bone healed irregularly. There is a slight nob that formed, pushing the joint a little out of place. Does it give you problems?"

(Sure why not)
*Adam finishes playing the flute*

(go to the alleyway behind Hotcakes. Markov murdered a young couple and painted a message on the wall.)

 

[sagemode jinchuuriki]

"mhmm... Well, the bone healed irregularly. There is a slight nob that formed, pushing the joint a little out of place. Does it give you problems?"
(go to the alleyway behind Hotcakes. Markov murdered a young couple and painted a message on the wall.)

(Um... Ok)
*Adam heads to hotcakes*

 

[shycatgirl00]

Pyro shakes her head. "Not really..."

 

[FalseBlade]

Tadashi raises his back just enough to move the brick. "Why did I try that?"

 

[TheSyren]

Pyro shakes her head. "Not really..."

Syren shrugs and stands. "then there is no need to heal it, is there. My name is Syren Shizuko. It's a pleasure to meet you."

***********

Markov, his hands covered in blood, rushes back his lab, his mind swimming with ideas and happy thoughts. RED! That shade of red! Such beauty, such magnificence. Oh how I missed red.

 

[sagemode jinchuuriki]

*After taking the wrong turn Adam ends up in the alleyway behind Hotcakes and sees a couple killed with a message written on the wall*