DualJay

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Because Moby is a scrub. Chapter 18 [spoiler2]Huff’s Mansion Wordless, dead-eyed, Huff sat in his armchair. Grim-faced, Byron stood next to him. “We’ll find the killer. I swear.” No response. Byron sighed, weary. The world would never let him rest - he dealt with the filth so it wouldn’t have to. ************* The ghoul slipped through the window, a small stone totem in his hand. He approached Silent’s corpse, now surrounded by a white chalk line, and laid a hand on the massive wound on the bodyguard’s head. Forced soul reinsertion was dangerous, particularly on someone who had died so violently. Luckily, Jay had some experience. “Wha-” A police officer, wearing rubber gloves, was standing in the door. Lightning-fast, Jay flung a curse, paralyzing the man where he stood. A gurgling moan came from beneath him. He saw the terror in the officer’s eyes. No witnesses. A knife to the chest solved that issue. He grabbed Nici’s corpse from the bed - that one would be a bit more difficult to do, if he could at all - and leaped through the window, damaging Nici’s corpse a bit more. Shame, that. He sprinted away, hiding in the park across the street. Moments later, he saw Silent’s reanimated corpse crawl out the window, thudding onto the pavement below. The undead abomination loped away, with only one thought on its desiccated mind: revenge. ************************** Byron’s Office He groaned, head in his hands. A dead officer, and two bodies missing. Could his day get any worse? Oh, right. Things could always get worse. He had to interview Lesdin. Sighing wearily, he grabbed the ‘Gates, Lesdin’ file off of his desk. “Rammite,” the commissioner called, “time to interview our preacher.” ************* Lesdin’s laughter boomed through the interview room as they walked in. “You kept me waiting! So, who’s the good cop?” Well, there was one plan out the window. “No good cop, Lesdin. Just Satan and his right-hand-devil.” “You even confess to being evil!” He chuckled again. ************************** Slums of SPUF City Silent limped through the moonless night, searching for someone who would be able to help him. There. On instinct, he leaped out of the shadows he stalked in and grabbed a middle-aged SPUFer. “Ahab.” He didn’t know how he knew the name, but it was one of the few things he did now, so he might as well start there. The SPUFer’s eyes widened. “What the hell are you? Get offa me! I-” He stopped. “Hold on, I’ve seen you... just, less ruined.” His eyes narrowed, searching past the angry red mass of flesh that had grown over the cavernous wound on Silent’s head. “You’re Silent! You died!” “Ahab!” “You mean Guilty Ahab?” The SPUFer’s eyes narrowed. “Why’re you looking for him?” “Ahab!” “He’s been seen in the industrial district! I don’t know nothing else!” The dead knew things the living could not, and Silent knew the terrified SPUFer spoke the truth. The undead abomination loped off into the night. ************************** Unknown Location The massive man of darkness shifted, reality shifting and warping around him. Somewhere, a SubSPUFer had been snatched from death’s door. He willed himself to know who had been saved. Silent. For a brief moment, the constant fluctuation of reality around him intensified, then it calmed. He would deal with this. “Euacana.” The Surgeon was snatched away from his current ‘project’, and appeared in the shadowy leviathan's throne room. He dropped to his knees. “Master.” “The Crow is in play.” “For how long?” “I do not know yet. It is hidden from me.” Everything that was hidden from him, was hidden by him. In the future, his power would be so great he would decide what his past would know. The man of darkness waved a pitch-black hand. A Raven’s Tale materialized in front of the Surgeon. “Read.” [/spoiler2]

Gamzee > Everything else.

The final form can be really good.

But the ultimate diplomat got them forgiven!

Dinosaurs are extinct. Humans, who were quote made in God's image, rule the world. What now?

Umm. Not really sure what to say now.

... I just... there's idiots in every group. But damn.

scribe plz

I have yet to have a full-scale headsplosion. Post-cascade, post-see english, no wiki or any of that stuff. I may use the wiki to get the differences between the thief/knight/prince/bard things.

But all those flames... Flickering, shivering... Randomly!

There's a wiki? Also I hate to say it but McNinja > Homestuck.

b&

AHEM This story is going on a temporary hiatus due to the imbalance of guil13st's NY character because I am a concerned citizen and I will not tolerate such nonsense. Good day.

What, the nervous reflex overload used to indirectly control opponents by bypassing their willpower defenses?

No, psshaw because hexcraft rips telepathy a new one.

Psshaw.

There. I contributed.

He is Ahab. He kills people. And there is nothing you can do about it. What would make you think that might happen?

(It's the quotes)

lol

Chill. I haven't claimed her soul. Yet.

She's killed people and she hosts a spirit.