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Closed Turn of the Blade

Collapsible Myth

The Cake is a Lie
Retired Admin
The din of the Horned God drifted off into the distant reaches of her hearing as she focused on the glass of water sitting before on the table. Her gloved hands placed on either side, palms facing towards the glass. Small bubbles began to form floating to the top as more and more followed them. She had successfully brought the glass of water to a roiling boil. Steam rising from the surface of the water. “It’s amazing in that today’s age, something such as that is seen is mundane. Only hundreds of years ago you would be burned at the stake for being a witch.” His voice broke through her concentration, bringing the boil to cease almost immediately “Even now, science has created monsters much worse than a few witches” she whispered.

Marli had gained the trust of a few black market dealers that dealt in ancient relics. After breaking away from the Night Watch, her network of resources had disappeared overnight. “Did you bring what I had asked for?” Her gaze was cold as his grin grew “You doubt the great Diablo? My my my, you ask for something that no one has shown any interest in. Suddenly I have four other buyers which in turns raises the price we originally agreed on.”

“They must have been waiting for me to surface, casting a net.” Marli thought as her face locked in her normal appearance of of indifference “Then I must pass on the offer.”

She had expected him to bring several counter offers after she refused the price. He simply tipped his head with a sly grin before sliding out of the booth “Been a pleasure in doing business then.” Watching him weave his way through the normal Friday evening crowd towards the back hallway. Lifting the glass to her lips she let the warm water slid down her throat “Disappointing news” she thought. Closing her eyes Marli disappeared within a cloud of filth. Drawing no attention as roars of laughter and cheers consumed the attention of the patrons while two men downed shot after shot at the bar.

Marli watched her black market dealer slink out of the Biergarten, crossing the street towards Darkside. Waiting several moments after her disappeared from sight she followed after him. He moved with surprising speed past groups of party goers that were on their way to some gathering or some show at The Crusades. Making his way to the right into the scaffolding that seemed to be forever part of the building across from Haitian Market. Staying within the shadows Marli waited to see if anyone followed in after him into the building. Minutes passed by before she climbed up the far side of the scaffolding. Entering through the third floor window.

The room stunk with years of discarded food and various remnants of clothing piled up in the corner. Stepping over rusting cans of processed beans she listened to the thick silence. A soft murmur drew her attention to the still form of a vampire buried beneath layers of filthy, stained rags. Gently she removed one of her long blades. The steel flashed quickly with a subdued glow as the hieroglyphics imprinted within the blade sliced cleanly and quickly through the vampire's neck. Severing the head without a sound. Not having to worry about the living dead creatures heart pumping blood she continued down the hallway towards the sound of voices from the floor below.

The black market dealer was speaking with someone just out of view from her vantage point at the top of the stairs. “I’ve got three other buyers for this so if you want it, you’ll have to come up with enough scratch to please me.”

“You’ll find my offer is more than anything your other buyers have offered and will scratch that itch quite nicely.” The buyer's voice was very familiar, the soft tones of the woman Marli knew quite well. “Kierwin, of course they would have her try in bringing me back into the watch.” she shifted slightly as she waited for the deal to close. Kierwin handed him a thick brown envelope “Now for the relic.” Opening his jacket he removed a purple velvet pouch. Without waiting Marli transferred herself directly behind the dealer. Her blade sliding into his side, piercing the heart as her gloved hand grips tightly over his mouth. Muffling any sounds that would escape. Glaring through Kierwin as his body slumped to the floor “Marli, was that really necessary?” She didn’t give Kierwin a chance in turning the tables around. Lunging at her Marli grabbed Kierwin’s wrist, twisting it behind the woman. “ahh, damnit. I’m on your side Marli.” Biting the glove off of her free hand she wrapped her bare hand across the back of Kierwins neck sending her into fit of horrid visions. Her body locked into rigid shock “stop it, stop it.” she cried out. Removing her hand from Kierwins neck, Marli quickly twisted her locked wrist, dislocating the wrist and shoulder. “Don’t follow me.” picking up the dropped pouch Marli walked over to the dead dealer. Retrieving her blade “wait.” Kierwin gasped out in agony “a lot of things have changed recently. The council has fallen and we’ve scattered to the wind.”

This brought Marli to a stop, if what Kierwin had said was true then she would truly be free from any control “Why should I believe you?” Rolling over onto her back Kierwin looked over to Marli “It all started with Tokyo. An agent uncovered something, I still don’t know but the filth there is so highly evolved that it destroyed the order from within. Handlers and agents and higher became targets or were infected. The Night Watch is gone Marli. That relic is part of treating the infected.” Marli looked at the pouch in her hand “A cure?” she asked “yes, for infected humans and the chosen.”

“I wish you luck Kierwin and I hope that you and the others find peace before it takes over.” Marli walked off, leaving Kierwin behind.
 
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Collapsible Myth

Collapsible Myth

The Cake is a Lie
Retired Admin
Stepping into the laundromat was not as jarring as one would think. The sounds of the city of crossfading right into the docile tones of many dryers and washing machines all operating at the same time. She hated the city not just for the fact of so many people living within close confines of each other or that there were millions of people all on one small island. Blending in with the people that were busily going about their laundry. Marli wore a knee length blue skirt with dark grey socks pulled up high. The unusual pink rabbit backpack looked almost at home on her back, the straps neatly in line across the red and white loose fitting jacket covered in random buttons.

She looked around, taking in the people nearby. Keeping her bangs low over her eyes as she look downward, the camera’s recording every moment from their vantage points in every corner. In the back of her mind the location had to be the worst. Illuminati assets controlled every facet of the city and agents moved around freely without fearing any retribution.

Opening the lid of the washing machine she casually began to remove clothing from within the backpack, taking care in keeping the velvet pouch hidden deep within. Sliding the coins into the tray Marli leaned back against the machine. Deciding in spending the time looking at her phone as she waited.

Patience had been drilled into her very core since her awakening, which proved to be an enduring aspect as the minutes slowly ticked by. The buzzer of the washing machine signaling the end of the wash cycle drew her back. Just at the edge of her peripheral she watched as the tall woman walked in. Recognizing the woman from her old list of contacts “of all the places to meet huh?” Marli never turned to look at her “it is better to hide in plain sight. You were not followed I hope?”

Marli could feel the air of annoyance from her “Seriously? I wrote the book on this shit. You got the thing?” Finishing her portrayal of moving the wet clothes into an empty dryer Marli offered only a slight nod. “Good, maybe it won’t be a wasted trip with it.”

Even over the sound of the machines running Marli could hear the metallic clanking of a small flashbang bouncing off the tiled floor. The explosion filled the area in a blinding flash. Loud ringing in her ears masked the heavy footsteps of boots as a group of eight armored NYPD SWAT officers ran into the laundromat. Screaming and yelling for both Marli and her associate to get to the floor. Complying to their demands she calmly laid down on the floor, arms stretched to her sides in the cramped aisle. Watching the officers quickly gather up the backpack as they roughly handcuff her. She focused on the finer details of which officer held the backpack and who they spoke with. Ignoring the two that were reciting her miranda rights while they pulled her up from the floor and lead her outside.

The scene on the street was organised chaos with a large black truck parked on the far side of the street with the stark white lettering of the NYPD SWAT logo on the side. On either side of the truck were several cruisers blocking the street while uniformed officers held back a growing crowd. Turning her head to the left, the woman she had met was struggling with the two officers that held her fast. “I truly hope that this is worth the trouble” she thought while being lead into the back of a waiting cruiser.
 
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Collapsible Myth

Collapsible Myth

The Cake is a Lie
Retired Admin
Being setup in a cell shared with two other women, Marli walked over to her bunk “yo Casper, not gonna ask you again bitch. You don’t get it. This is my shit yo, you sleep on the floor. You gots to earn that bed yo.” Ignoring the blathering rambling of the woman that puffed out her chest every moment she could. Sitting down on the thin mattress only further enraged her “bitch!”

With being in prison Marli’s possessions were confiscated along with her gloves. As the woman attempted to punch Marli she grabbed the woman’s hand, twisting the arm and driving the woman down onto the bed. Contact with Marli, especially skin to skin brings about a wave of horrid visions within mind of those who touch her. Instantly the woman stiffened as her mind was overwhelmed in the nightmares. Wrapping her bare hands against the back of her shaved head, Marli spoke loud enough in so that the others standing nearby could hear her “While I am here you will not speak, you will obey my words, do what I ask and you will not question my requests.” Twisting the woman around to look up towards her “Your life is mine, you are a simpleton put on this world to serve those that are better than you. Your job is to find someone for me, do this and you will be rewarded.”

Releasing her grip she let the woman collapse to the floor. She watched as the other cell mate dragged the woman away “Search for Taylor Collins” returning to sitting on the bunk, Marli waited for them to leave. Sighing softly to herself. She hated in using herself to push others in doing things. Calming her thoughts, pushing the sounds of prison away as she began to meditate.
 
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