Post by deo on Jan 11, 2015 2:09:02 GMT
Most ghosts usually aren’t even on my radar. At their most egregious they might meddle. A poltergeist might start re-arranging your furniture at 1 am, or spell dirty words with your fridge magnets, that sort of thing. It’s only the ones who were truly evil in life who ever go beyond meddling. Mostly, if you leave them alone, they leave you alone. Fair trade if you ask me.
But this didn’t start with the ghost, she just butt her head in before I could close this all up. It started with the shredded bodies of two trainers at Reach City Sea World. Someone had to really hate these two kids to do this kind of damage, and they had to have the teeth to back it up. The spacing and depth of the bites made the police think it was a workplace accident, with the park’s Great White, Jumbo, as the prime suspect. How exactly Jumbo made it out of his tank and walked the hundred feet to the filthy bathroom where the bodies were found was never satisfyingly explained by the supervising detective. The real answer is far simpler; a merman did it. Maybe a mermaid, but the males tend to show more aggression.
I was on the trail of one in the area, some high school kid named Bruce. He was coming from the old Landon Academy, and the school claimed they were in Reach for a school trip. The date of the trip just so happened to line up with the attack. And he was at that park earlier that day, and had apparently flipped his shit when security tossed him out of the park for, well, skinny dipping with Jumbo. Kids these days. Still, I’ve seen monsters kill for less reason then being tossed naked from an amusement park.
I almost had him cornered too. I traced him around their hotel and got him alone, or at least I thought we were alone. I told him what he did, and what would happen if he didn’t come quietly. Then the ghostie showed up. The tiny little pixie of a thing told me I was wrong. ‘Bruce would never do that’, she said, ‘he was with me and a friend that night,” she said. ‘Well most of that night,’ she later corrected herself. Then she tried to tell me, a damned Reaver, that she was the real expert in the arcane. She said the tooth marks were too conical to be from a Mer, that her boytoy’s teeth were jagged, more likely to leave slicing wounds then clean punctures.
Then she possessed me just long enough for her boyfriend to escape. Had to struggle all I could just to force the little punk out. She’s determined, I’ll give her that. Once I forced her out she said she knew Bruce didn’t do it, and would find the real killer. Then she flipped me the bird and phased through a wall.
Now, I need to find that kid before he strikes again. But first I’ll have to look over the bodies, check those bitemarks… Look, I’m not saying the brat was right, but it might be possible there was someone or something else there that night. And I’ll be damned if a Hyde gets out maneuvered by some meddling poltergeist.
Victor "Dirge" Hyde
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3161/victor-dirge-hyde
Kelsie Deets
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3062/kelsie-deets
But this didn’t start with the ghost, she just butt her head in before I could close this all up. It started with the shredded bodies of two trainers at Reach City Sea World. Someone had to really hate these two kids to do this kind of damage, and they had to have the teeth to back it up. The spacing and depth of the bites made the police think it was a workplace accident, with the park’s Great White, Jumbo, as the prime suspect. How exactly Jumbo made it out of his tank and walked the hundred feet to the filthy bathroom where the bodies were found was never satisfyingly explained by the supervising detective. The real answer is far simpler; a merman did it. Maybe a mermaid, but the males tend to show more aggression.
I was on the trail of one in the area, some high school kid named Bruce. He was coming from the old Landon Academy, and the school claimed they were in Reach for a school trip. The date of the trip just so happened to line up with the attack. And he was at that park earlier that day, and had apparently flipped his shit when security tossed him out of the park for, well, skinny dipping with Jumbo. Kids these days. Still, I’ve seen monsters kill for less reason then being tossed naked from an amusement park.
I almost had him cornered too. I traced him around their hotel and got him alone, or at least I thought we were alone. I told him what he did, and what would happen if he didn’t come quietly. Then the ghostie showed up. The tiny little pixie of a thing told me I was wrong. ‘Bruce would never do that’, she said, ‘he was with me and a friend that night,” she said. ‘Well most of that night,’ she later corrected herself. Then she tried to tell me, a damned Reaver, that she was the real expert in the arcane. She said the tooth marks were too conical to be from a Mer, that her boytoy’s teeth were jagged, more likely to leave slicing wounds then clean punctures.
Then she possessed me just long enough for her boyfriend to escape. Had to struggle all I could just to force the little punk out. She’s determined, I’ll give her that. Once I forced her out she said she knew Bruce didn’t do it, and would find the real killer. Then she flipped me the bird and phased through a wall.
Now, I need to find that kid before he strikes again. But first I’ll have to look over the bodies, check those bitemarks… Look, I’m not saying the brat was right, but it might be possible there was someone or something else there that night. And I’ll be damned if a Hyde gets out maneuvered by some meddling poltergeist.
Victor "Dirge" Hyde
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3161/victor-dirge-hyde
Kelsie Deets
electricferret.freeforums.net/thread/3062/kelsie-deets
