''My name is Shadya Nightlurker. I live in the shadows, and guard these buildings. If anyone is found trying to steal fromthese old buildings, I will do my duty of guarding. Hisss....'' Sneered the wispy figure, who's form was hard to pinpoint in the night.
Derek stepped out of the darkness, blades made of pure blood attached to both arms. Branches of the hardened blood also covered part of the hemokinetic's face, making him look more threatening. He wasn't here for a fight, and wasn't asking for one, but he wasn't one not to be prepared either. "Shadya, my dear, I think nothing of taking your things, but when it comes to defense, if you so choose to attack.. I have no other option but to defend. I am called Dead Man, these days. If you'd like to be an ally, that would be fine, but as I said, I will not hesitate in self defense." Those red eyes were full of insane intelligence, strangely charming at the same time.
''As long as you adhere to the rules of this barren land, you are welcomed here.'' He hissed, blackened claws waving slightly. ''The shadows have become a hard land to live in, as the darkness haunts this city as it has done for decades. A shadow of it's former self, you see.'' He replied gruffly, darkened eyes staring out from the rafter he sat upon.
He simply nodded, the blood of his weapons fading away back into a liquid as it seeped into his skin. "I have been here not too long. The abilities you see are something I was born with, as a hemokinetic. I came here only out of curiosity to find that I am trapped, somehow.. As if I do not want to leave. " He moved over to a high window ledge, sitting on it with a sigh. "Then again, I suppose it could be like a little hell for me. I would deserve it after all. I have used my abilities to get what I want and destroy anything else in my way, but I've already learned that some here are too strong for me to just push past. " He lit a cigarette with his zippo, puffing on it a moment before letting out a smoky breath. "So, what exactly are you, if you don't mind me asking? You're the first person I've met that could talk and didn't try to kill and/or eat me in this place."
''My name Shadya Nightlurker, a shadow spirit that has lived here for what I could say is years. I control the shadows, and I live within it. I serve as the guardian of the land, being that few have been able to work past the ruins without getting slained by the darkened creatures that have lived here for centuries. I serve as a grim reminder of a terrible fate that left me here, forever. I was born as human, too, but now I'm a monster who rarely slides out from my home to reveal myself. Unless you can handle it?'' He hissed lightly, tender claws holding onto the rafters with ease.
Dead Man just shook his head. "Look at me. I cause pain to myself and others just to use a weapon to cause more pain. If I'm not a monster of my own race then I don't know what I am. To be honest I've spiraled myself into true genius, Insanity.... " He then just chuckled some. "You saw my little setup back there. I gathered those bodies from around the city just to seep the blood from them. It gives me more of a weapon to work with, as I can summon it from the ground whenever I need more reinforcement. So far I've killed or recovered 312 bodies. That's four-hundred and sixty-eight gallons, a thousand and eight-hundred seventy-two quarts.. A lot of blood. Heh-heh. If I can take myself I'm sure I can take you, Shadya."
The shadowy outline of a human floated down from the rafter before a fiendish creature made of metal and blood shimmered into view. It bore a skeletal face of a dog, but the hands of a clawed monsters with nerves easily seen. The feet of a demon, edged in spikes and metallic armor. With the tail of a horse, though the hairs were matted up. The darkened eyes opened up, the mouth opening slightly to show rotted gums. It had blood red hair and brown fluffy ears. While the bone armor was like scales of a snake. ''Behold, the shadow watcher.''
Derek seemed unfazed. "Hm. Not the worst I've seen. " He yawned, picking up a brick and examining it for the hell of it. "Are there more of us? Abnormalities in this forsaken place? It gets very lonely, and I'm sure you are too, no?" He said, red eyes staring into those dark sockets of the shadow watcher. "How about this? I can keep a watch around the whole city for vandals. A place like this is meant to be a sign, a preservation that shows what happens when humans get in too far over their heads. I would be happy to safeguard this place along your side. It's.. Beautiful in it's own dark, macabre way."
''The others of my kind are hiding, tortured souls that have no rest here. If you agree to guard this place with skill and less flaw, you shall be permitted to do so. But you will be watched, for if you betray me the price will be great. The fiends that exist here were born here. Even an old rusty car parked at the amusement park lives, but tortured beyond disbeleif.''
Derek tilted his head. "A car? Hm.. I'm a handy mechanic. Do you think I could help the souls move on here by getting what they want? I've heard that helps. If I fix that car then maybe it's suffering can cease." He said. "If I can better this place, make everyone left behind able to go, then maybe one day the dark cloud of this place will be lifted." He offered. "As for betrayal... As long as you do not betray me, I will not betray you. I am a being of no side, chaotic neutrality. I will take what I want and do what I need, guard my allies and destroy my enemies, but I can turn on you just as quick as you can on me. That is my way of life."
''Yes, a car. An old sports car that never saw her owner after he left her here. She has no means of moving, but at the darkest night most swear they can see her move. That she has eyes, and has turned cranky from the doors that no longer open. Do you dare to tango with a car who hasn't seen life since she was trapped here?''
[Shall we go into the chat so that we don't have to refresh all the time?] Derek smiled. "I'd speak with her and try to fix her, yes, but I wouldn't want to cause her harm. Car or not, a soul is a soul... Helping souls move on would be a better option than sitting around and waiting for someone to get past the lurkers guarding the gates, right?" He asked, putting out his cigarette and putting the no-longer smoldering butt into his pocket rather than on the floor. It would be rude, after all, to toss it on the floor of what he assumed to be the creature's home.
''Yes, she's a car. A sentient peice of forgotten history that went soue after the human abandoned her. The gates were weilded shut to keep people out until i kicked them open Either way, the challenge is getting to the car without being..Ah, killed by the hellhounds that live in the park.''
Derek thought for a moment. "Yes, that is troublesome. I'm sure I could find a way to take them, but I won't take my chances right now. So, what do you do around here other than sit in rafters and warn people about not taking things from the buildings?" He asked jokingly, taking a pocket knife from his coat pocket and beginning to cut at the flesh of his wrists lightly. There were many other scars from slashes there as well. Being masochistic, this was fun for Derek.
''I kill anything that dares to laugh a me.'' They said, with a straight face. ''Theres also a demon human here who can't leave because he can't die. A vampire that has been cursed to exist here with his dead sister. A tainted soul that hides within the destroyed power plants and has grown depressed over the centuries. Several tortured creatures exist here, even some that I can not find.''
Derek nodded. "Alright, I won't laugh. Just trying to lighten the mood... As for the other souls, it will take a lot of work, but if we can gather others who are willing to help, we will eventually pass on all of the darkened souls and creatures that live here. Perhaps even give the hellhounds a better piece of existence, make them at least a little bit happier. Everyone is here because they, for some reason can't move on. Even you. My assumption is that you are here because as a human, you loved this place. When you died and became what you are now, you couldn't move on because you couldn't bear the sight of what people were doing to the place.. Am I correct?"
''Humans were distrespecting my grave here, and ended up bulldozing it down. I am at an eternal unrest, unable to drift off to after finding my ruined home. A monster who has decided that this land needs to be spared from nature. Yes, nature...Something that once lived here before the ravages of time killed it.''
Derek closed his eyes, sighing. "It's horrible, what we do. I know that disrespecting graves is a low, despicable thing, and most other humans do too, and though some of us, like me, do not do such a thing... Others don't care. It quite frankly makes me very angry, and a little bit ashamed to be a human.. Well, at least i'm not a normal human. I'm not too weak to say something and then back down the moment that I have to fight."
''Yes, and yet I died because human beheaded me here.'' He sneered, blood dribbling from his messy neck. ''Go, to find the car. Return when you find her.''
[Will you be RPing as the car as well?] Derek nodded, removing his gloves, before cutting his palms again. Blood dripped out to form those dark red blades on his arms again, little droplets of blood swirling around him. These things, he called hornets, were as fast as bullets, and could come together as defensive shields. "Theme park, right? What part of it? Concessions, rides, attractions?"