Stars Fell on Chicago
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| Players | Near South Every meteorologist and would-be astrologer didn't predict anything like this. A beauteous display of falling stars falling all over the city. Harmless meteoroids on first sight, but those around them when they land speak of something us. A few such falling stars fall onto the roof of a local pizza joint (Fireside), and strangeness ensues. |
Things in this town had always been weird. That much wasn't unusual. A few weirdos here and there, the strange scents that smell of something otherworldly, and the occasional eavesdropped conversation about how they are really out there. This place, however, is a congregation to the weirdest of the weird in this city. Even the Wyrd, too. Whatever congreagtion had formed tonight had moved to the roof of the Accord's pizza joint. Things had finally started warming up without threat of a storm at the day's end. The one to lead everyone outside was a short fellow with a head full of curls and eyes full of wonder. His age was hard to tell, though. Somewhere between maybe 18 or 32. He'd started pointing to the sky, proclaiming that the voices - whatever they may be - that he should look to the clouds for the supernal and celestial to speak. Mahdi didn't fit in, he didn't try to be give him some credit. The man was in his dark blue suit, and simply clung to a corner of the roof watching. It was something he did a lot, watching, and listening with ears that heard more than they should. But he was no stranger to visions, nor voices from the realms beyond and so the man's declaration didn't strike him as weird, but rather caught his interest. And that is what had him cling close, close enough to hear the man's heart as it no doubt quickened at his proclamation. And so Mahdi's eyes too turned to the heavens, to look for the supernal. It had been a handful of months since anyone had seen the oddball mortal known as Five around the city. But just like the first time she breezed into town, one night she just showed back up. This night! Having made her way to Fireside to search for faces both new and old, she wanders in just in time to see everyone making their way up toward the roof. Curious as always, she follows along without much question. The young woman was dressed in what was considered her normal attire, a simple hoodie, leggings, and some sneakers, all varying shades of black and grey. Short as she was, she makes her way to the front of the crowd to get the best point of view, not too far from the one leading this little party. "So, voices are telling you to listen for other voices? In the sky?" she questions, no disbelief in her tone, her own eyes wide with similar wonder. Even if things turned out to be completely mundane, it was still an awesome sight to see. Mahdi, being what he is, can easily see that the man that'd led them upstairs wasn't one of his kind. Even the blush of life couldn't hide a Beast, and there was nothing of the sort to detect there. He does indeed hear the man's heart hasten as he starts franticly searching the clear Spring sky. There's less than a handful of Chicago's strange denizens up there with them. Someone hidden under hood and baggy clothes that is of Mahdi's ilk. A very tall woman that's all smiles with bubbly and bright attire to match her attitude. The last is someene barely old enough to smoke, maybe - he wore jeans, combat boots, white tank top, and a black trenchcoat despite how hot things were getting. To the main event, nothing had happened. Not yet anyway. "Told you," scoffed the trenchcoated edgelord. The curly-haired man shooks his head and pointed to the skies above. "Just ouy watch!" he proudly proclaims. Then his gaze was shot over to someone that was actually shorter than him. This brings a slight smile to his face for a beat as he responds. "Yes. Yes!" He nods fervantly in his reply. "Some people can't hear them. Because they are deaf! Deaf to the truth." Mahdi kept close, and even when the promise initially seemed false he didn't scoff or dismiss it. Unblinking eyes lingered upon the man, instead. "And what are we here to see?" he finally asked, tone calm to the point of scepticism whatever the truth might be. "What do they tell you?" he stepped even closer than, as no celestial decree was evident. A bit of an intrigued expression with a matching light smile lingers on the mortal's face. Bright green eyes dart between those who speak up, though Mahdi gets a small nod. Apparently Five had a similar question on her mind. Looking back toward the man who proclaimed to hear voices, she tilts her head to the side. "Which truth is that?" she wonders, because every supernatural seemed to have their own beliefs and interpretations of things. "You see," he says, "they talk to me. Sometimes in my dreams, but even in the waking too." The man seems all to happy to discuss the top, and looks betwen all with a wide smile. His eyes grow wide as he continues on. "That they are unhappy, and that they would show their pain and it too might be ours. That we shall know pain, but that they will bring us joy before the end. Something bittersweet, but I think it is beautiful." He looks around as if expecting some sense of agreement. "Don't you?" "And why are they unhappy?" Mahdi asked, although the talk of judgement and redemption seemed to lessen his interest, as far as anyone was able to tell. "The end is soon to be upon us?" the questions now having taken on an almost idle nature. But he stood by, not quite given up on the topic just yet. "I should wish to see joy before the end, of course, as would we all I imagine."
The trenchcoat wearing youth you rolls his eyes, and soon departs for downstairs. "If I wanted to hear about how heaven's mad I could ask my father. God." The irony of his outcry is lost on him as he leaves, but there's still an audience. He shakes his curly locks and looks around gain. "They are mad, you see. Saying that we have have wasted this gift we have been given, and that they will take it away." He shakes his head again. "I do not know their names, but what good would that do? What would it matter? But, yes, we should be happy. I try to be, but-" "Well." Mahdi says then finally, agreeing with the youth if in his own way. "Well, then joy will come to us in turn. But if indeed they are not to show themselves, nor speak to us. Why did you bring us up here, Mister ...?" he shifted on the spot unneccecarily, adjusting his jacket as if half on his way to depart from the rooftop. Unable to get a satisfactory answer from the curly haired man, Five turns her attention around them. She glances around the roof briefly before her gaze quickly moves up toward the night sky. It takes a few moments before she sees something unusual, causing a brow to raise. There's a quick glance toward those gathered on the roof, Mahdi in particular since he had similar questions to her own. "So. I don't know much about astrology but uh, stars don't usually just blink like that, right?" Raising a slender hand, she points up to where she keeps seeing the stars gleam, beam, and flicker. The pink-haired woman looks up, narrowing her eyes. She lifts her hands as if to shade her gaze from some blinding light, but even in this clear night she can't completely see it. Not yet, at least. This earns a sigh, and she starts to make her leave as well. "I'm about to pumpkin, and I don't want to do it up here." She beams a smile that's all too genuine, and then gives everyone a wave before going downstairs. The short man's shoulders sag when another person leaves. And then there were three. "Clyde," he finally answers to Mahdil, his tone now briefly dejected. He looks between the last two, and brightens up just a little bit. He looks over to Mahdi as Five comfirms his beliefs to be too, and he flashes that smile full of far too crooked teeth. "See?" he asks. "It's true!" "Well, Mister Clyde." Mahdi noted then, as another one left. "I-" then he paused as both of them pointed him upwards, and he too squinted to try and see these blinking stars. "A blinking star could be many things, I imagine." he said in easy dismissal, but despite that he was still here .. so. "What do you expect we shall see here?" Five falls silent for a few moments, looking pensively toward the sky. Arms loosely fold over her chest as she tries to piece things together. She glances at Clyde, then the sky, then Clyde, and back and forth a couple more times. Then she steps near the ledge of the roof, as if that somehow makes her closer to the sky. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouts loudly up at the blinking stars. "Hey sky people! Star people? Voices up there! Uh, if you're unhappy about something and thinking about it, destroying us or whatever, mind telling or showing us what we can do about?" There is no response from the night sky. Five's shouting catches Clyde off guard, and his eyes go wide again. He blinks, but then there is something. The only thing said to Five is from someone a block over that shouts, "Ayo, shut the fuck up! It's fucking midnight!" They're left to wait there a quarter of an hour longer, and even Clyde looks like he might lose hope, but something changes. Those twinkling stars aren't just gleaming in the night sky. It was difficult as sin to see earlier, but it becomes that much more easier now. The lights grow larger and brighter, and as the seconds pass it becomes evident that they're getting closer. Their numbers to great discern as they seem to come down and spread all over the sky. Perhaps it was something about Clyde that did convinve Mahdi to linger for so long, or perhaps he had nothing better to do. But in the end he was there, unbothered by the night chill. As the light becomes more noticable larger he pauses and follows them with his eyes. "It is .. peculiar, I will admit." indeed it has him look towards the door, having a bad experience with things of the light.
Peculiar indeed. Those starts aren't just getting closer, but they're hurtling down towards the city. The meteor shower seems to get larger and larger. Typically, the meteoroids would dwindle into nothing as they break through the atmosphere these orbs of light don't seem to be. To the vampire of the bunch the light they emit feels like a distant memory, almost tickles the back of the lizard brain as if it were Sol proper. Clyde doesn't answer either of theme. He's far too elated at the thinsg he's been told to be true. It may as well have been his birthday with how happy he is. He jumps for joy, but he can't really get that high with each leap upwards. "It begins!" he shouts, and just as earlier there's a call to shut the fuck up. His excitement proves to be his downfall as that shining star loses some of its luster and appears to be a flaming ball. It comes down and down at startling speed until it finally comes down with a crash that lands right into Clyde's chest, pins him to the ground, and crushes the life out of him. They can see these things fall down further anf further out, and each landing with a loud crash somewhere. Peculiar indeed. Those starts aren't just getting closer, but they're hurtling down towards the city. The meteor shower seems to get larger and larger. Typically, the meteoroids would dwindle into nothing as they break through the atmosphere these orbs of light don't seem to be. To the vampire of the bunch the light they emit feels like a distant memory, almost tickles the back of the lizard brain as if it were Sol proper. Clyde doesn't answer either of theme. He's far too elated at the thinsg he's been told to be true. It may as well have been his birthday with how happy he is. He jumps for joy, but he can't really get that high with each leap upwards. "It begins!" he shouts, and just as earlier there's a call to shut the fuck up. His excitement proves to be his downfall as that shining star loses some of its luster and appears to be a flaming ball. It comes down and down at startling speed until it finally comes down with a crash that lands right into Clyde's chest, pins him to the ground, and crushes the life out of him. They can see these things fall down further anf further out, and each landing with a loud crash somewhere. Peculiar indeed. Those starts aren't just getting closer, but they're hurtling down towards the city. The meteor shower seems to get larger and larger. Typically, the meteoroids would dwindle into nothing as they break through the atmosphere these orbs of light don't seem to be. To the vampire of the bunch the light they emit feels like a distant memory, almost tickles the back of the lizard brain as if it were Sol proper. %TRClyde doesn't answer either of theme. He's far too elated at the thinsg he's been told to be true. It may as well have been his birthday with how happy he is. He jumps for joy, but he can't really get that high with each leap upwards. "It begins!" he shouts, and just as earlier there's a call to shut the fuck up. His excitement proves to be his downfall as that shining star loses some of its luster and appears to be a flaming ball. It comes down and down at startling speed until it finally comes down with a crash that lands right into Clyde's chest, pins him to the ground, and crushes the life out of him. They can see these things fall down further anf further out, and each landing with a loud crash somewhere. Peculiar indeed. Those starts aren't just getting closer, but they're hurtling down towards the city. The meteor shower seems to get larger and larger. Typically, the meteoroids would dwindle into nothing as they break through the atmosphere these orbs of light don't seem to be. To the vampire of the bunch the light they emit feels like a distant memory, almost tickles the back of the lizard brain as if it were Sol proper. Clyde doesn't answer either of theme. He's far too elated at the thinsg he's been told to be true. It may as well have been his birthday with how happy he is. He jumps for joy, but he can't really get that high with each leap upwards. "It begins!" he shouts, and just as earlier there's a call to shut the fuck up. His excitement proves to be his downfall as that shining star loses some of its luster and appears to be a flaming ball. It comes down and down at startling speed until it finally comes down with a crash that lands right into Clyde's chest, pins him to the ground, and crushes the life out of him. They can see these things fall down further anf further out, and each landing with a loud crash somewhere. Mahdi, already concerned, takes a quick step back as the gleaming stars are revealed in their fiery form. Even more so as it smashed down into Clyde. Just about restraining a hiss, he's near by the door even as the man is dying. But there he restrained himself and lingered. Letting Five be the one to check it out closer .. if she is at all going to.
Clyde's joy is met with abject horror. He'd try to speak, but that's fairly difficult to do with your chest cavity caved into. He impotently grabs out at the two as the light begins to fade from his eyes, and then his arm grows limp. Where one life ends another one ends. The thing that fell from the sky rolls around in the innards of Clyde. It soon enough floats in the air, still spinning and rotating as a faint light emits from the rocky ball. Mahdi stays quite still and stares at the floating ball, its fiery nature still has him cautious. ".. Stran- yes." he doesn't quite flee, yet. But he's on the verge of retreating that much is clear. Yet this was .. compelling, and so he still lingered. To see what would follow, if nothing else. The mortal peers out from the doorway for a few moments. Her attention is pretty split between the sky and the suspicious sphere in front of them. Glancing at Mahdi, Five says with a brief gesture toward the sky, "Shout if you see one coming our way." With just a bit of hesitance, making sure the coast was currently clear, she darts out closer toward the ball. She tries to study it as best as she can, occasionally glancing up at the sky. Then she reaches out toward where she spies some light coming out, gingerly touching. The ball of rock, light, and fire remains. It hovers there, blankly. However, the vampire can sense even the faint hints of life in that thing. A heartbeat thrums at an odd rhythm, and then the thing moves. A bright burst of blue light emits from the thing, and the rock seems to move as if it's trying to look upon the group. Mahdi stayed quite clear, the bane of his existence being quite so close. But he lingered still, and by pushing some of his stolen life to the surface. A focus there as he simply stared intently upon the ball, determining ... something. Maybe. ".. What do you want?" he called out, and projected the message towards the being over the bond now established, as well as with his voice. Five doesn't notice anything unusual about Mahdi talking to the strange sphere. After all, she shouted at the sky not that long ago. Assuming nothing happens when she touches it, she does jump back a bit when the rock thing becomes brighter. A few steps are taken back, standing just in front of Mahdi, maybe a bit protectively. "Sky sphere thing, we're here to... help? Or maybe help make you or your masters or whatever is angry in the sky uh, less angry." There's no psychic bond formed, just a mortal talking at a potential alien. Your normal Sunday in the crazy city of Chicago. It doesn't offer a response. It doesn't even speak. It rises further into the air now, somwhere around 6 meters into the eye, and shines a blue light down. This lasts a few seconds until the light dissipates. As it leaves two slits split over where eyes might be, and a burning red light emits. It turns its burning gaze down to them, and then it starts flying down again - aimed at the mortal. It takes a moment before Mahdi seems to give up on communicating. "I do not think it can tell us what it wants." he noted over to Five. But he sure as hell wasn't going anywhere closer, if anything he was but a moment away from vanishing into thin air, literally. ".. But to watch and see." at least it was 'looking' at her, not him. Five doesn't her best to not react to what she perceives as a threat immediately. But it's clear to any onlookers that she's bristled, hands curling into fists until her knuckles are white. Still, the mortal doesn't /quite/ back down, but she does take another step toward the door in case she needs to run. She glances briefly over toward Mahdi, a small nod in understanding. "It seems to be able to understand us... maybe." Looking back toward the sphere, she raises a brow. Thinking thinking. "It said it's angry about us wasting life?" Back to the sphere again. "I would like to point out that I just spent the last few months living my life to the fullest. Kicking ass, meeting cool new people. And I came back here to uh, expose more people to my fun lifestyle!" Then another thought and she takes a step /foward/ toward the sphere. It's violent descent comes to a startling halt as Five speaks. It remains there, and glowing faintly again. Another slit opens up below the other two, seemingly forming a mouth. Its voice sounds like the Earth being torn open as it dies a primordial, burning death a thoustand times over. "Need. Your. Soul. Eat." "Well, I suspect you wish to keep that, miss." Mahdi notes simply, not that he's offering to intercede. "So I would suggest we depart, and leave this mystery to another. It is outside of .. my specialty." he had little shame in the notion of just letting it go, no matter that so far this one has killed one man. "Uh, didn't you already take his soul?" Five points out, gesturing toward poor ol' Cylde. Maybe that'll be sacrifice enough. Still, she's easing her way back toward the door back inside, where it's safe and warm. Still, it's clear she at least somewhat shares Mahdi's thoughts. She's not about to give herself up at the moment, but there's still concern. "You'll have to elaborate on your. Five notices that the thing is about to attack, so she springs into action first. Best defense is offense, right? Leaping forward, she attempts her standard tactic of wrapping the enemy up in her arms. Except this things proves to be too wide and too wily for her at first. Her hands fail to find any purchase, her arms unable to snake properly around the weird sphere, causing her to jump, grab, but fall right back to her feet unsuccesfully as she lets out a frustrated curse. As the ball shrouded in fire comes closer Mahdi simply .. well, he's not there. Was he ever there? It's hard to tell. There's not a single trace of him. No puff of smoke, simply gone. And gone away from those flames, although still lingering close enough to behold whatever is to follow. The freak that defies nature narrowly avoids being grabbed, but in turn it doesn't move too much. It's as if it can feel out Five's movements, and in turn it circles forward to slam into the woman's front. It feels like catching a basketball built out of cement that's been set on fire. Five had been able to keep herself cool, calm, and collected in spite of the crazy circumstances that kept happening around her. Then she got pummeled by the alien rock thing. THEN her one potential ally in this mess disappears. Even in the best of situations, she's still only human. Her anger gets the better of her and it's clear something's about to happen. Hands fisted, knuckles white, clear frustration on her face. "If you're here and your a fangy sort just look away," she warns more quietly toward Mahdi, though it's clear from her tone that she thinks whatever he is, he's gone. Her focus then returns to the alien ball thing. "Oh, you like coming down here all fiery? I'll show you fire," she yells out in a clear threat as suddenly the mortal bursts into flames. "Step off or you'll be be nothing more than dust when I'm done with you!" It cracks and crumbles under Five's psychic assault. "Death. Hunger." It doesn't shout nor raise its voice, but it is sonorous enough that they know it could come from something of this Earth. Despite how it becomes destroyed, it doesn't go away. Five's words bring it pause, and it hesitates for just a moment. However, it steels itself and flings its burning form into the psychic once more. Five has had ENOUGH of this weird space sphere thing. Although she's still under the assumption that Mahdi made the smart decision to run away from this crazy mess, she moves enough to put herself between the sphere and where she last saw the vampire standing. Lifting a hand up, she concentrates for a moment before she snaps her fingers. Tapping into whatever that light is made of, she overloads it with all her psychokinetic energy to cause it to explode. However it explodes, she takes the brunt of the damage, falling to her knees with clear pain that she does her best to fight her way through. Bright green eyes remain focused on the sphere, making sure it's finished before she can let up. The thing was rounding around for another attack when something takes hold of it. It stops cold, as it were, and remains stuck in Five's psychic hold. It stays there for just a second, and in the next breath it explodes in a rain of burning rocks that aren't as dangerous as its former form aside from the potential burning hazard. An arm reaches up to shield her face as the debris explodes from the creature. Eyes remained closed until she's sure it's done and finished. Blinking her eyes open, she slowly raises her head. Even if there's trouble elsewhere in the city, she's satisfied enough in her efforts that the one of the rooftop is gone. Five moves to her feet, too quickly as she immediately winces and clutches at her side. There's pain, but she'll live. Another quick glance around for wherever Mahdi might have gone, but she swiftly limps back down the stairs, both to warn the others of what occured, and to find herself some medical attention elsewhere. | |