White Light, Strange City (Open)

[stormshadow]

Morbius

     "Killer!!" The words hung there at the back of his head. Morbius opening his eyes once more as he tried to piece together what he truly wanted to say. "Why... Why me. I'm worried...I'm worried, I can't save everyone." He would muster up. The vampire sliding off his bed and moving over to his apartment patio window. He puts on his sunglasses, his eyes staring down at the rows of cars down below before focusing on the New York skyline, it's reddish-orange color like fire as the sun began to set. His skin irritates him as he gains his composer.

     "I've turned ruthless and cruel. A product of my nature. I do not want to be this way anymore. That I will end up hurting more people than help." Morbius admitted as he stretched before going back into the bathroom with a mad lust for blood developing, he pulled off the sunglasses and he threw some water on his face. The man turning his eyes up to the mirror to view his reflection staring back at him. His red eyes grew with hunger, a changed man over the years. He knew he had to walk the straight and narrow path if he truly wanted to be a hero. It would never truly happen as long as the bloodlust could consume him. Even the slightest thoughts of failure scaring him at this point. After all deep down he truly did know what a monster he could truly be if he slipped up even once.

Hours later:

     Morbius made his way to a more seeder part of town. He had paid a group of thieves to find out information about a new character in town. The den is now completely quiet."You have the information?" The ten thieves inside tremble of fear just by hearing Morbius speak.
One of the thieves bows down and speaks."We haven't seen a vampire or the one responsible, he has been gone since the strange men arrived looking for a hero from the city to take hostage."

     Before Morbius could grab the thief by the throat. The sound of a trumpet can be heard in the distance. The thieves den gets very dark as a huge shadow passes by inside. The sound of screams is now louder the trumpet sound of fright coming from outside the thieves den." What is going on here?"

    What is going on thought of the unknown as Morbius continues thinking as the trumpet keeps sounding. He has encountered such a sound before in Europe many years ago could the battle in heaven be spilling over into our world now of all times. Or could it be someone messing with them. He follows the thieves down a tunnel towards a exit near a car facing a weird direction that is blocked by a large building.

((Open to street level.))

[Martyr]

RUBY THURSDAY (Thursday Rubinstein)

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It was a sad indictment of her situation that the supervillain known as Ruby Thursday could not get everything that she wanted alone, even from the hands of her allies, the Headsmen. She had to find assistance in certain matters from lesser beings. Not as colleagues per se. They were closer to guinea pigs. Still it meant that she had to occasionally venture from her lair and into the wider world instead of occupying herself with more important things.

Her latest foray into the sort of depressing dive bar criminal peons frequented was unsuccessful. All she got out of it was the smell of stale beer that somehow hit her in spite of a lack of a nose.

As she was alone as far as she knew, she made no attempt to blend in with the squares. Her body was that of a bombshell. Her dress was straight out of the 70s. It had wide lapels, was sleeveless and featured white polka dots on a red fabric divided in two by a large white belt. Around her neck was a golden sort of choker. The most striking thing however, was her head. It was beautiful. It was perfection. It was a ruby red orb about the size of a basketball that glimmered somewhat as light shown down from above.

Template adapted from Silv.

[stormshadow]

Morbius


Morbius moved across the street from the strangely parked car and signaled for the thieves to leave. "Go about your normal lives return tomorrow, the best information gets a 500-dollar bonus on top of the normal pay rate. Oh, a bar nearby perhaps I can find substance there. I need to feed; these thieves work for me so that is off the table. I must look for someone else to feed on!! The night is young let's find out what is in store."

Morbius is dressed in a Black dark leather type outfit. He also had a slightly tethered tan colored trench coat on. He walks into a dive bar that is frequent by thugs and other shady type people. A woman caught his attention who was in near a bunch of would-be killers if the price was right.

"I'm looking for the boss of this area. I would like to talk to him... Well, hello. Evening I am Micheal. I was just looking for a bite to eat. Lady, you not from around here, are you?

He approaches her with caution trying to figure out who she is or remember it. Her head was a perfect red shape ruby orb and the rest of her had all the right curves. The genetic structure of her baffled him he was intrigued. He went in closer and sat near her.