(For those reading this, you may be thinking "Jory is whack to think we believe that this crap acually happens". I'm not here to make you "believe" anything, all I'm doing is entertaining your imagination, besides; There are such things as necroscopes. Though mostly known as "psychics" or "clairvoients" these people do exist and do talk to spirits or see them. Most are fonies granted, like ones you see in infomercials or crappy daytime tv shows and they drag the name of a necroscope through the mud just so they can prophet from people's saddness. Dont be too wronged though, there are those who do infact see, or feel, or even talk to the dead for real, no strings attached. Like this series has said before, humans do have a sub-concious power within them that some are more sensitive to then others, and those more sensitive people are the ones who are able to do,feel,see,and hear things others cant. For most reasons, people who arent more intouch with this are those who are closed minded or thick headed and only believe in what they want to believe, for this I feel a great swell of pity for them, but do respect their opinions. Believe what you want to believe, but when you read this dont judge it cause its not what you believe, let your imagination just flow with it and let your mind accept the many things the world has to offer cause I can gaurentee that the more you know, the less stupid you feel when a subject like this is brought up and you know diddly squat about it. For all those who have read my work from the beginning til now, thank you for not IM'ing me and telling me I'm a spawn of Satan...lol. Anyways, on with the rp.)
(Jory, wide mouthed, just stared at Anita and beyond her, the spirits still bowed before them. "Ruler of the Spirit World?" Jory thought to himself. "This is.....wow" He said in his mind before stepping away from Anita and towards a spirit closest to him. He knelt down before the spirit and slid his finger under the spirit's chin forcing the spirit to look up at Jory.)
Jory: What is your name?
Spirit: *Lifeless whisper* Cliff, Master Johnson.
Jory: *Looks around* Why is it your here Cliff?
Cliff: Lung Cancer Master Johnson.
(Jory looked down to the chest of the spirit and noticed black rotted holes in his chest from the cancer. With confusion Jory asked him the same question looking for a different meaning.)
Jory: Why are you in this place Cliff? Why not in Heaven? Or Hell?
Cliff: It is where we wait to be judged Master Johnson.
Anita: This is the world between Heaven and Hell, the place the bible speaks of. We can call spirits back from Heaven or Hell, but that takes a lot of energy. Here, its easier to call the spirits back to the mortal plain, and they serve US while here, while waiting to be judged by both God or Satan. Its is only when they are judged that they become apart of either Heaven or Hell, which makes it harder to call them back..as they aren't ours to call after judgement. But if you had just enough energy, and had the right tools, you could call one back.
Jory: *Stands* Has being here helped my gift?
Anita: *Nods* Your link to this world has been strengthened, your gift is much stronger now and you should be able to use it without any complications.
(As Jory stood staring at the spirits, he suddenly realized that he felt a connection to them and this world. It was a warm feeling all over his body, like the warmth of a fireplace on a cold winter's night. He felt now that he was able to call these spirits to help him in his troubles and the things Anita put him through were different ways of stroking his power, making it blossom into something that he, and they, can use. He had them all rise to their feet then stood at Anita's side.)
Jory: I'm ready to go Anita.
Anita: *Nods* Let us go then.
(Jory took one last look at everything around him, from the spirits of the dead to the swirling vortex of power, he wanted to remember it for when it was his time to come here and wait his judgement. Suddenly the spirits began to come apart infront of his eyes, first the lefs, then arms, and so forth to they finally became the faceless eyes he saw when he closed his eyes. They looked back at him, pleading for one last look of their new necroscope before he was gone until he called for them..and then it was over. His eyes opened to see that the candles were nearly down to the last of their wax, and the sun has set and the stars are now out. Jory blinked his eyes then rubbed them to make sure everything was back to normal, and when he opened them he noticed that there was more to the room then before. Zedd and the others were in the room, watching them like a hawk watches his prey. But now there were more then just them, a few others were now in the room, including Scotty who looked very nervous, and Jory couldn't blame him. Jory noticed that three men stood behind Richard and Zedd, one had long curly black hair and his skin was pale, infact all three men had pale skin. His eyes were very mesmorizing and relaxing much like a mother's gaze upon you when you felt sick or she sang you a lulliby. The one next to him Had long wavy blond hair that almost made it look like a gold mine was sitting ontop of his head. Though Jory is a ugy, he had to admit that the guy was pretty handsome..except for one detail, the entire left side of his body was scar tissue. Whatever it was that did this, it must have been very painful but very well done. It was like meshing beauty with the beast. The man standing next to him had short curly red hair, but his face told a story that betrayed his boyish hair. His face was ice cold, and his eyes even colder then that. It seemed nothing Jory could ever do would surprise a guy like this. Studying them Jory realized that these weren't normal people either....they were the vampires in the coffins. Jory looked up at Zedd then back to Anita who was watching him with a smile on her face.)
Zedd: *Rubs her shoulders*.....Well...has he learned?
Anita: Learned? *Laughs* hes a natural, hes the fastest learner I've seen, he should be ableto use his gift now.
Zedd: NOW!? This is great!!
Jory: I hate to interupt, but who are the new guys?
Zedd: Oh, right. Well...
???: *Steps forward* My name is Jean-Claude, Master of the City of St. Louis. Beside me is Asher, my long time faithful companion, and beside him is Damien, he is of my clan but is Anita's vampire.
Jory: Why is he hers?
Jean-Claude: Cause *sly smile* she called him back from the grave, he is hers now, but still follows under me. Come, let me help you ma petite.
(So, its been established that the black curly haired guy is Jean-Claude, the guy with blond hair who is scarred is Asher, and the one with the cold eyes is Damien. Jean-Claude helped Anita to her feet and the two of them embraced, it seems they are going out..hahaha, he thought it couldn't get any weirder.)
Zedd: The ones behind you are the wererats, their leader is the one closest to you, Ralph.
Jory: *Stands up and shakes Ralph's hand* Nice to meet you.
Ralph: *Nods* You too Jory.
Zedd: Now that introductions have been fully made, I wanna start off by saying that this forth coming battle will not be easy. We have the best of the best in this room ranging from vampires..*looks at Jory*...to necroscopes. From what we know, this phantom were chasing has no weakness, so we have to do the best we can with the best we have and hope that we can prevail over this evil.
Asher: *Smooth* Are humans...*looks at Scotty & the thugs*...reliable?
Zedd: Indeed they are Asher, though they arent shapeshifters, or ones born with a gift for death, they do have the ability to fight this war..and I can promise you that they will prove it.
Scotty: Might I also mention that there are ghosts on this ship? I encountered one and it wasn't cool.
Zedd: *Nods* There are plenty of them on this ship, some will recognize myself and Jory and help in our cause...the others will..or already have sided with the phantom..which is why we have Jory, so he may bring forth backup if need so..as well as Anita.
Richard: We'll split up into groups and hunt down this thing, see if we can at least get it off the boat, we dont need innocent lives taken here.
Zedd: We must also protect Jory at all costs, he is our only link to the spirit world right now and without him this war is virtually a lost cause. If you sense trouble in the air you better be ready for a battle, regardless who or what it is.
Jory: Does this "phantom" have any wolves or leopards on the ship?
Ralph: *Nods* We scoped it out, she has some of each form on this ship, even a few vampires and...*looks at Anita*...zombies.
Zedd: It seems we have all sorts of forms of the enemy on this ship. We will go in groups of 4. If you run into the enemy, run to the nearest group of 4 to greaten your numbers, unless you feel you can handle the situation. Keep an eye on your backs, from this point forward, while night is upon us and most civilians asleep, we will be in the clutches of death itself..and there sno escaping once it has us.
(After the inspirational speeches given by all they were split into teams of 4. Jory got paired with Scotty, Asher, and Jamil, a werewolf bodygaurd of Richard's. He was a african-american that was almost as big but definately stronger then Jory. Zedd had taken his three assassins and the rest were with whoever else, Jory and his group didn't stay long enough as they all had a mission to do and wanted to be over with it as soon as possible. Jory led the men toward the ladder that took them down to the atuomatic steel doors, where he saw his dead friends in his vision. It was also the place, long ago where he himself almost died, and where he was just barely saved from the clutches of evil.)
Scotty: Man, this is for real.
Jory: Sure is Scotty, sure is.
Asher: *Watches Jory & Scotty* You two armed?
Jory: *Shakes his head*
Scotty: Never really had to carry a weapon around.
Asher: *Unsheaths two daggers* Take these, though small if used in the right hands can be quite dangerous.
Jory: *Takes the dagger and holds it in his right hand* Something tells me this is going to be a blood bath.
Asher: *Hands the last dagger to Scotty then looks at Jory*...You dont even know the half of it.
(The four men, two of which are now armed, turn a corner into complete darkness heading along the path towards the ladder. Small lights on the walls only dimly guide them..guide them to death. As they grew closer an evil rank rose into the air, not even at the ladder and already something was afoul. Before Jory knew it Jamil had turned himself into a werewolf and Asher's appreance went from semi-human to full on vamiric, they were in fighting mode. Jory and Scotty tightened their grip on the hilts of their daggers and as they did..they saw the moving forms of zombies heading towards them...being led by one vampire and one werewolf...looking to kill.)
Asher: Time to prove ourselves worth....ATTACK!!!