07-18-2016, 12:03 PM
The dark night made the town itself more sinister that it already was, the fog that was once chased away by the rain had returned back in full force. It would be easy for something to hide within these buildings without the street lights to push the darkness back. It was STILL preferable to be out here, in the open, than be back at the hotel of doom. Remilia still hadn’t quite got her breath back from that several block power walk away from the danger she had narrowly escaped, and even when she glances back to the building she thought she saw two pairs of unearthly eyes look through one of the darkened windows. Gin was left without an answers, although she suspected he knew she was lying, the vampire didn’t feel like she needed to share. Naturally she wanted to keep her reputation, but just as equally she’d rather he didn’t know in case he decided to turn back to try and punch it in the face.
“I’m fine, but what the heck were YOU doing?!” Remilia poked the redhead in the chest, the long claw like nail giving some displeasure “I was hearing explosions while I was run- while I was coming back down. Were you trying to cook that turkey and blew up the oven?” the scarlet devil deflected as something off to their side caught her attention.
“No! Well I mean yes, I did blow up the oven, but I was fighting for my life.” Gin defended himself, although he knew the accusation was just to deflect the topic but he knew Remilia wouldn’t talk. “Something came in from the-hey” he was interrupted when he saw the pint sized monster wander off towards the sidewalk. “Don’t just walk away from me.”
Remilia just gave a flip of her hand as response as she pulled the objects up from the ground. A plain box, slightly soggy from the weather. While she has had enough with mysteries and adventure for one day, this seemed innocent enough. With a very careful rip across the top she glanced inside to find something she didn’t expect: an old brick cell phone. Something she had the pleasure (or displeasure, from a modern perspective) when she still lived in the outside world. The 80s was an interesting time.
“What do you think?” She joked as she held the old bulky phone to her head “Match my style?”
But before any comment could be made, the phone rung.
Remilia nearly dropped it as the ringing came out nowhere, and gave it a shocked stare as she wonder who was calling. But if it meant something, she couldn’t just let it pass by. She pressed it to the side of her head, with Gin leaning in to hear as well, and pressed the “call” button to accept the incoming call.
“Hello?”
“Whoever is listening to this” Someone said from the other side. It wasn’t clear, but she could tell it was vaguely masculine and very serious “You need to report to the dock. This is not a safe place to be.”
“Who is this?” Remilia demanded, not about to put any more trust in ANYONE on this island.
“I will be returning to the mainland to escape this place. Any sane survivors, please, go to the docks.”
“How? Answer me!” Remilia yelled, but it was of no use as the man repeated what he said with slight tweaks each time. Go to the docks, he has a way off. Never Mind who or what or how. Eventually the vampire shut it down in frustrations. Slipping the block into one of her pockets she glared over at Gin “Is there a docks on the map?”
A light went off in Gin’s mind as he pulled the map out (it got a bit crumpled from his last fight) and studied the crayon scribbles
“Yeah” he answered “But that seemed like a trap”
“Of course it’s a trap. But we can overpower whatever is there and take the vehicle it has and escape. Or at least wing it enough that we can get to the crash site and pick up everyone there.”
“What about the people inside the town? You heard explosions. Plural. So someone else must be trapped here too ” Gin pointed out, which elicited a groan from the Vampire “what?”
“I’m tired of this place. I’m sick of this island, I don’t want to deal with the crazy people on it, I just want to go home and not have to worry about monsters or killers or ghosts or anything!” Remilia ranted, almost verging on a full on tantrum as she waved her fists in the air. But Gin was not moved as he gave an amused look down at the child.
“Then you can go alone, Remilia.” That hit Remilia hard. With what she knew already, going out there alone would be her doom while she was so weak. She took a deep breath and signed long.
“Alright. Then what do YOU want to do, mister redhead?”
“I’m fine, but what the heck were YOU doing?!” Remilia poked the redhead in the chest, the long claw like nail giving some displeasure “I was hearing explosions while I was run- while I was coming back down. Were you trying to cook that turkey and blew up the oven?” the scarlet devil deflected as something off to their side caught her attention.
“No! Well I mean yes, I did blow up the oven, but I was fighting for my life.” Gin defended himself, although he knew the accusation was just to deflect the topic but he knew Remilia wouldn’t talk. “Something came in from the-hey” he was interrupted when he saw the pint sized monster wander off towards the sidewalk. “Don’t just walk away from me.”
Remilia just gave a flip of her hand as response as she pulled the objects up from the ground. A plain box, slightly soggy from the weather. While she has had enough with mysteries and adventure for one day, this seemed innocent enough. With a very careful rip across the top she glanced inside to find something she didn’t expect: an old brick cell phone. Something she had the pleasure (or displeasure, from a modern perspective) when she still lived in the outside world. The 80s was an interesting time.
“What do you think?” She joked as she held the old bulky phone to her head “Match my style?”
But before any comment could be made, the phone rung.
Remilia nearly dropped it as the ringing came out nowhere, and gave it a shocked stare as she wonder who was calling. But if it meant something, she couldn’t just let it pass by. She pressed it to the side of her head, with Gin leaning in to hear as well, and pressed the “call” button to accept the incoming call.
“Hello?”
“Whoever is listening to this” Someone said from the other side. It wasn’t clear, but she could tell it was vaguely masculine and very serious “You need to report to the dock. This is not a safe place to be.”
“Who is this?” Remilia demanded, not about to put any more trust in ANYONE on this island.
“I will be returning to the mainland to escape this place. Any sane survivors, please, go to the docks.”
“How? Answer me!” Remilia yelled, but it was of no use as the man repeated what he said with slight tweaks each time. Go to the docks, he has a way off. Never Mind who or what or how. Eventually the vampire shut it down in frustrations. Slipping the block into one of her pockets she glared over at Gin “Is there a docks on the map?”
A light went off in Gin’s mind as he pulled the map out (it got a bit crumpled from his last fight) and studied the crayon scribbles
“Yeah” he answered “But that seemed like a trap”
“Of course it’s a trap. But we can overpower whatever is there and take the vehicle it has and escape. Or at least wing it enough that we can get to the crash site and pick up everyone there.”
“What about the people inside the town? You heard explosions. Plural. So someone else must be trapped here too ” Gin pointed out, which elicited a groan from the Vampire “what?”
“I’m tired of this place. I’m sick of this island, I don’t want to deal with the crazy people on it, I just want to go home and not have to worry about monsters or killers or ghosts or anything!” Remilia ranted, almost verging on a full on tantrum as she waved her fists in the air. But Gin was not moved as he gave an amused look down at the child.
“Then you can go alone, Remilia.” That hit Remilia hard. With what she knew already, going out there alone would be her doom while she was so weak. She took a deep breath and signed long.
“Alright. Then what do YOU want to do, mister redhead?”
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