Missing Student Investigation(OPEN)

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This place was a real pain in the ass, wasn't it? Long and dark alleyways littered with crude and disgusting looking shops and stalls of all kinds, selling unpleasant things that Ryo knew hardly anything about. He wasn't much for magic; To complicated for his simple mind. Just the smell of it was enough to get his skin crawling. But little in this creepy ass place did anything but upset him and his already edgy personality. You'd never catch him here unless told to-—-business was business sadly.

He'd been tasked by the academy to investigate three missing junior year students who'd been reportedly seen using dark arts around campus to scare other students as a Halloween prank...Or something of that sort. It really didn't matter in the end, as long as he got them back—Hopefully alive. The only lead they had pointed the man towards a small shop nuzzled within those dark and shady streets, The Rotten Heart.

The tall and pointy ear male stood at it's door and glanced sideways at a small crooked sign labeled with the title of the place...It was enough to give him chills about going inside. One of his hands reached inside the long black coat he was wearing to pull out a smoke and place it between pale lips. A lighter brought out soon after and he gave it a light, dragging on it soon after to give himself that relaxing intoxicated feeling.

Slanted and shallow green orbs drifted slowly on the door before he raised a hand to push it open. There wasn't a bell to signal when customers entered...Just the terribly nasty creek of the door and it's quick slam behind anyone who got inside. It was enough to get a flinch out of Ryozo's eyes, but the rest of his nervousness was thankfully kept inside for the time being. The innards of the place were typical of what you'd expect out of the Underground...A lot of dust and a ton of shelves housing dangerous looking ingredients and books of all kinds. It gave you the assumption that if you so much as bumped anything in here, you could be cursed eternally by an evil spirit...Or something even worse than that.

“Eeeeeeeh! Who's there?! Customer?!”

The voice of an elderly woman crept eerily well in such a crowded place, probably because it sounded like nails on a damn chalk board. The tall and stoic bladesman stood his place near the door, to fucking scared to get any further until whatever was talking made it's self present. The faint sound of shuffling feet lasted way to long before the old hag finally came out of hiding. She was a short little thing with to many wrinkles and bent bones to even count. If you'd ever read a fairy tale, there would be no mistaking her for a witch.

“....I'm from the Starlight Academy. I'm looking for some missing students that were in your shop about three days ago. Do you remember anything about them while they were here?”

Ryo asked in his low and rugged voice. He did well to convey a sense of calmness, like any bad ass cool sword wielding hero would. But on the inside, he was about to lose his shit over this little troll of a woman. God knows if he pissed her off, she'd curse his ass or something.
 

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Lestat had been wondering around the island to see what filth the humans had laid upon it. These dreadful humans had disgusting and foolish ways of showing they liked something. Lestat stayed away from anyone who would have seemed like they would want to talk. Today was a particularly ominous day though as he stumbled upon a place where their were few souls. It was dark and everything seemed to have been untouched for years as if people hated to come here. "This place must be where the demons and misfits of this world come to be with one another and distribute what they have in the hopes of tricking one of these stubborn and idiotic humans. What a shame...

Lestat had entered the Underground without a second thought wearing nothing protective whatsoever. His all black hoodie covered his upper body while underneath was a long sleeved, red shirt. The arms of both were pulled up to just under the elbow and his large hood stayed over his head the whole time without falter. His pants were black as well with a chain connecting his back pocket and his front belt loop on the left side. One could only see his bright green eyes in the darkness placed over him face both by the tint of the underground and the shade of his hood.

As he wondered past store after store, alley after alley, he found no one. Everyone was gone. Maybe because of the time of day or maybe because of the atmosphere of this place being off? Who knows. To Lestat, though, it was almost like home without all of the heat. Where he was raised, it was almost always dark and creepy with the thought of another coming to attack or steal from you always on your mind but this place gave off the feeling the supernatural greatly. Greatly for the human world at least. "Why am I even in this wasteland? This is a waste of my time." he said just before hearing the loudest creek and slam that could have ever reached his ears. Now it was going to be a little more interesting and worth while for Lestat to stay down here.

Lestat crept between buildings, carelessly letting his bushy tail rub against all of the dusty remains of random objects. Cobwebs and dust clusters attached themselves to his tail just to be knocked back off when ever he swayed it. Upon reaching the location of the sound, Lestat noticed a tall man who looked like an elongated elf standing at a door. Obviously armed, he figured that he was one of those abnormal humans that went to school on the island. Just thinking about the school pushed a scowl onto his face. "What could this moron want with anything thing in this place? No doubt looking for a way to ruin his worthless life. Hmph... Lestat stated as he stood across the aisle way sized street between stores. He was just across from the store that the man was in but his back was turned and Lestat had made no sounds that the armed walker would hear. So Lestat just stood their leaning on an old store that seemed to be abandoned, with his hood still hiding his face only revealing the bright green aura that his eyes seemed to give off while he watched what the man was doing.

{OOC: I usually write dialog in red for this character but since you are using it, I thought I would use this color to match his eyes.}
 
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Instinctively Ryozo's eyes tilted over his shoulders at the door and dirty looking windows behind him. Someone was watching him, he could feel it...But honestly everything felt like it was watching you in this shitty place. He wondered just what kind of trouble these stupid kids had gotten into...Magic was nothing to mess with, ever. His head tilted back towards the hobbit of a woman when she took a deep gasping breath of shock towards his question...

“OOHHH, I do remember those little shits! They came in here causing all sorts of trouble, messing with things and ruining my collection! They even had the NERVE to mess with my book of Delathrul! Little disgusting bastards! Scared them off REAL good, I did! Ehehehehehh!”

Jesus the way this woman talked made you want to stick your face in a blender. But whatever, she was a means to an end, and that's all that mattered. Ryo stared downwards with his slanted stoic gaze before tilting his towards a shelf at his side....

“....What did you do to them exactly? You didn't hurt them or hide them somewhere did you?...Or did they buy anything while they were here by chance?”

He wasn't a fucking cop man, he didn't know how to interrogate people! The old woman was quick to flick his tiny little shriveled arms up in protest, flailing them about as she stomped off towards her little counter towards the ass end of her shop.

“Just spooked them, you fool! And no, they didn't BUY anything, I wouldn't let a bunch of teenage brats take anything out of my collection! They don't deserve any of it! Now get out of my shop, you're pissing me off you damn beanstalk!”

Ryo's eyes flinched slightly at the insult before he stood there expressionless for a good second or two. This old wrench was a piece of shit, wow...People out here were honestly just not even human anymore. He took a long step forward before he gave her another look.

“...Where's this book you were talking about? Did they do anything with it before they got away?”

The old woman wasn't happy to see the man still hanging around. But she was cooperative enough to leave her perch and flag the tall dude down with a few unpleasant grumps and grumbles.

“It's right here, in this case! I keep it locked away so stupid shit heads like those kids can NEVER touch--”

She stopped with a terrible gasp of air, tiny hands fiddling around with a small box on a pedestal with an attached door that was now opened...And of course whatever was inside was now gone to this old bitche's disbelief.

“T-they STOLE IT! Those little...RATS! They took my precious...BOOK! AAAAHH!”

It was quite amazing to think not everything that was glass in the current vicinity didn't explode when the woman started yelling like some sort of deranged banshee like hamster. Ryo just kept his stance there a good few feet away, lungs inhaling another good load of smoke to keep his nerves from exploding.
 

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As Lestat stood there, motionless, he watched as the old one flexed her irritable attitude at the elf. [color=green2]"What kind of nonsense is this...?[/color] He thought as he wasn't sure whether he was going to kill the old bat or kill himself for having to deal with her. Either way, Lestat was getting annoyed. There was no need for this and it was pointless to be down in this retched place anyhow. Upon beginning to walk away, Lestat heard the woman scream. He knew for sure that the stretched out elf would have done something to her which would have definitely given him a reason to attack.

Turning back to the store that was old and unappealing to the eye of anyone who dared to even turn in it's direction, Lestat saw that the elf was still just standing there. The old woman wasn't in sight as the red hair idiot was standing in the way. Lestat wouldn't have been able to tread their minds or anything because that would definitely give away that he was there, so he continued to watch. But it was almost unbearable to hear the loud, squeaky, agonizing voice of the yelling woman. "This is the exact reason why I hate humans. They are annoying little bastards that have no real purpose in life. Why do they even have their own world?" Lestat asked himself finishing his thought. When would it all end?

Finally losing his temper at the woman for being so obnoxious as well as the tree of an elf for not stopping the old hag, Lestat brought it upon himself to stop the crap that was happening. he stood in thought for a moment trying to think whether he would stop this subtly by using his telepathic prowess or using his stronger and more destructive ability. He decided to try and make it more fun for everyone. Spreading his legs and lifting his arms, he made the building with the two within rumble and shake. The store wasn't made of metal but evens still, there was metal nails as well as metal antique or whatnot inside.

Using his magnetic powers, he pulled out every last nail from the structure of the already falling apart store. Within second, the store began to fall in it only took a minute 20 seconds at most for the building to collapse in on itself. After which, Lestat was able to make his way to the roof of the building across the street from them. Assuming that neither had enough time to get out of the store, they both would have been under the rubble. There was no doubt that the tall one would have come out unscathed though. But Lestat wasn't an idiot. He kept the nails from the building hovering over the mountain of rubble where the stored used to stand.

Dust still floating where the store was destroy, Lestat stood across the street awaiting at least one of them to emerge from the buildings rubble. "Finally, I little excitement."
 
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He'd felt it coming long before it ever happened. It started with the subtle rattle of a bottle at his backside, and then came the full blown quake that ruined the building. All Ryo could here was the squealing cry of anger from the old lady he'd been talking to before everything collapsed into a dusty mess of destruction. But it would take much more to kill him than just a ruined shack falling on him.

It was hard to see his strikes, considering they were so fast. But everything that was in it's way to land on the swordsman had been struck down with a deadly finesse. A circle from within the mess of debris was cut out, and in it stood the man with his coat fluttering closed from the previous hacking. His slanted gaze tilted upwards at the only other figure on the scene standing on a rooftop just a ways away.

Apparently someone wasn't so happy about him talking to the old woman about the missing children, was this guy the culprit trying to cover up his tracks? Why else would a total stranger just decide to drop a damn building on someone? As powerful as he was, Ryozo had no option but to confront the assaulter for information. A job was a job, after all. The old woman's well being was set aside, she wasn't the greatest person for saving anyways.

With a dash, he'd transverse a few raggedy looking scaffolding to reach the rooftops, now only a mere twenty or so feet from Lestant. One of his hands slipped to hide within the long jacket the man always wore, it's innards a crimson splash of what seemed to be blood splatters...Merely painted on, mind you.

“...You'll have to try a little harder if you're trying to kill me. Or you can just tell me where the students are and I'll let you go.”

His voice was as stoic and stern as always. But truth be told—He was trembling on the inside. This guy was some serious business. Magic users were always a troublesome matter for a guy who used nothing more than a fancy sword and his own wit. But you couldn't let people see your bluff, it was like playing a game of poker. And if Lestant made the wrong move, he'd be ready to play his hand right back.
 

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Lestat stood still without any real movement as the elf stood well and unharmed with the rubble of the store around him. He was surely a strong one but not much to get Lestat too excited at his little show off. His skills with the blade was impressive indeed but not good enough for Lestat to quake in his boots, so to speak. His hands now in his pockets awaiting the elf's move. His hood covered his face in darkness only allowing his bright emerald eyes to be shown.

Lestat watched as the elf and his odd get up move swiftly across the street up to the roof where Lestat now stood. Once up there, Lestat had his back turned to him. He had no interest in really greeting him but humor is somewhat a fun part of fighting someone. Turning only his head, though, Lestat looked at the elf using his peripheral vision. He smirked a little showing his amusement but of course the tree like elf wouldn't be able to see it due to his hood shading his face. Lestat turned around fully with his hands still in his pockets. His tail moving slowly to and fro, side to side. This was just getting good, don't you think?

"I wasn't trying to kill you. Only humor you of course. There is no fun in killing someone right off the bat. Not to mention that annoying old lady. And what is this about missing student?" Lestat said in almost a cocky sounding tone. Although he was serious about the humor, Lestat was rather confused about the missing students. He had no idea what he was talking about and he no intention on finding out really. As Lestat stood still with his hands still in the pockets of his pants, he realized that he had kept the nails floating around the store remains. Its laughable almost how he forgot he was holding them. Slowly, he began to edge them over to him. Slowly, almost unnoticeable, the inched over to Lestat without stopping.

"That was a nice display back there anyways." Lestat added. "What is your blade made of?" Lestat was curious as to how an over sized elf could acquire something so nice. It was almost as if the weapon was made where he grew up.
 
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