Chapter 15: The Sacred and Profane

[Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer]

post concerning Null members

"There is a teleportation booth not far from here. I think it is time for me to head home to Munich." Bonifaz replies in response to the fact that they sitting ducks at the mansion now.

"I will call a meeting of Null and see who shows up. We can throw around some ideas." He decides. (this is an opportunity for Jack, Kyra, and anyone else interested in being involved with Null to meet up and discuss things. So Jack...Kyra, whoever, you are welcome to attend.)


"Would you like to come along with me to Munich or meet up with me in a day or two when I hold the meeting?" Bonifaz asks as he starts walking away from the stage through the backyard of the mansion. He decides he won't go through the front entrance in case they are stopping people. Though the backyard ends with a brick wall they will have to climb over. Bonifaz steps onto some loose bricks that are sticking out and tries to pull himself up and over.

[Jack O. Trades]

As he sat within the van his eyes were closed as he rocked back and forth. As one of the men called three more trucks he ignored it for now. He was getting angry. Angry ruined the joy, and that couldn't be tolerated.

Communist.

Rebel.

Feudal lord.

Kid.

How dare they trivialize his world with such identification. "Oh well, time to shine!" Banging on the side of the van three men left the back of the van, two of them carting out the large package a third following after. As the third man stopped in the street before the house, taking a spray can he began to spray along the ground as the two brought the case inside. "Ladies and gentlemen, gather round got a little surprise for ya" As the two opened the box the began to walk off to either side of the room leaving a large screened television in the middle of the room.

Those who looked upon the screen as it sparked to life would see a man chained down to a chair. Upon closer inspection one would realize that one of the man's ears was missing, both arms h ad been torn off his body, and their were several slashes along almost every inch of his body. From off the screen they would hear a voice sounding as if it was trying to contain them self "Now, say your message to the nice folks..." "M..merry....manalis mas...Please....please let me go.." Clearing his throat he seemed to ignore the man "This was Joseph. He is blessed. By the time you see this he's also dead."

As the camera's view began to circle the man it zoomed into the cauterized arm socket "As I'm talking, a signals been sent out to screens like this within a three mile radius and everything happening to the building is being broad casted in every slum, back alley and suburbia so no chance of keepin this under wraps. You, the elite. The big wigs think you're safe. And it is my duty, nay privilege! To show how wrong you are. See all you care about is money, position, passing power. When we are all equal in the eyes of chaos"

With a grunt a leg cam from behind the camera's sight to boot the chained seated man onto his back as he hopped up and zoomed in onto his sobbing face "Now as I'm speaking there are a total of twenty two bombs arming through out the town set to go off in one hour but enough of that, you're all probably wondering who to thank for all this! Well I have a surprise for you, the one responsible for all these lil party favors is at the party. Got one more surprise for you kiddies, hold you're applause folks its gonna be a doozy" As the picture faded on the screen one would hear the shrill ear splitting cackling as the sounds of the man screaming would be heard before the video finally cut.

Some near the front door may have heard the screeching of tires. Those nearest the door would be in for a big surprise as the rear of the vehicle crashed through the front door. It was swiftly followed by the back of two more vans through segments of the wall. Before the dust cleared three sets of doors slammed open six men came from the van's with assault rifles in hand as two remained in the van's, one wielding a grenade launcher each another with machine gun taking aim into the room.

From the center van he began to walk lazily from the van a yo-yo falling up and down the string from his finger. As he looked from person to person "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Mr. J"

[Anya Louteius]

Anya stay frozen in the back seat, unsure of what to do. She was so confused. Should she stop this and try to save these people? After all she did follow manalist ways....But then she would miss the exciting life that she wanted to follow with Jack. She grabbed her head and just tried to think through all the commotion. It was so stressing but she had to do something. She grabbed the pen and jumped out of the van. She looked at Jack and decided she should try to stop him. She ran up to him and reached out. "You can't do this to these people! Why do you want to do this?" She had more tears in her eyes. She wanted his lifestyle but she didn't want to hurt people.

[Emmet Fawkes]

Bishop continued to survey the area. Honestly, he'd never taken a teleportation booth, he'd been to paranoid that it'd make him explode, kill him on the spot. Munich.

“That's the best action to take,” He added. There was nothing else that could be done. With people gathering, even if he didn't trust people, let alone work with others—he'd grown accustomed to this man, Bonifaz, despite his beliefs. The man wasn't an idiot.

Following alongside Bonifaz, Bishop had already decided he'd go along with him. There wasn't much else to do. He'd lost his appetite to go body-hunting, and he didn't much feel like doing anything besides seeing what Munich had in store. “I'll tag along for the ride, if you don't mind,” he said, chuckling. “Maybe I'll tell you a joke or two so the walks not boring.” The hee-hee-hee laugh kicked in, and he held his gut, grumbling something about the Creditor who punched him. He'd get Bubblegum back for that. As they reached the brick wall in the backyard of the mansion, he glanced towards Bonifaz, and grabbed onto some loose bricks as well. Despite being lanky and thin, he limberly pulled himself to another brick, swung himself over and landed on the other side, rolling clumsily to avoid the impact. He waited for Bonifaz to hop on over, too.

Mr. J, Mr. J, he couldn't wait to meet that naughty boy.

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra jumped on the back of the van after is sped off and she was crashed into the building. She suffered some cuts and luckily nothing else. She crawled over the top of the van and grabbed Anya and put a blade to her throat. She looked at Jack and smiled. "She's yours correct? You screw this over for me and I kill her. Think before you act." She smiled and she pressed it to where Anya couldn't speak.

[Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev]

While talking to my brother, I notice a strange program on the television. It features a tied up man who seems to have lost his arms and ear...though with the shaking camera it is hard to tell. M TV usually doesn't show things like that, so, I suspect it is related to the terroristic incidents happening at the mansion.

I hear something concerning Manala mas and due to the noise in the room I can't make out the rest.

Suddenly, the screen goes black and M TV puts on a Manala Mas claymation. (this is an admin liberty since there is one TV station in the world which does have a great amount of control about things. Think of the world as being akin to China, Soviet Russia, Iraq, or any other society that has a lot of control over all aspects of society, but in this case, many people have control over different aspects of society. So, for the sake of the rpg plot, it is very difficult, if not impossible, to pull off large, ellaborate acts of terrorism. )

"The screen went dark. I wonder what that other program was. I wonder...well, whatever it was, M TV has regained control of the situation. I'm starting to feel afraid though. I think we should leave...somewhere." I suggest to Isvara, Jose, and my brother.

[Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer]

"A joke?" Bonifaz questions. He doesn't have a whole lot for a sense of humor and isn't one to pretend to laugh if it isn't funny. "Sure, whatever." He says once he is up and over the wall. They start walking towards the teleportation booth, which is a few blocks away. Bonifaz thinks about things as they walk, and pays close attention to Bishop. He is curious about the facial scars, and not being one to beat around the bush or pretend to be polite, he points them out.

"You must have had a pretty face before the scars." Bonifaz remarks. There is a faint smirk on his face, which fades quickly. He has his own sadistic streak, especially around those he takes a liking to... and those who tolerate it.

[Emmet Fawkes]

Bishop watches his reaction, simply licking his lips and continuing to walk in whichever direction the booth is. The man loved jokes, and loved telling them even more, most people hate his jokes. He was morbid, disgusting, and laughed in the face of death—anything ironic, sadistic and wrong could always be twisted into a joke. “Maybe you wouldn't get the punch line,” he mused, slicking back from of his bangs mangled with the wigs fake hair. As they walk, he notices Bonifaz looking at him, deep in thought.

“Pretty as a button!” Bishop laughed, pretending to fawn over his face. At least he had a sense of humor. The scars bothered him, caused him to think obsessively over them, causing him to think he was ugly. Sighing dramatically, he glanced around at the buildings. “The scars just build character, too bad people aren't such fans of them, it might even scare you away, Boni.”

[Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev]

Far away from the party, at the High Temple, the Master, with help from a secret project, helped gain control of anything being broadcast over the TV. The only way they could overcome the pirated signal was to create a signal of their own...one produced by a special machine developed with the help of Dr. Lonrott. The machine could create powerful mind controlling signals that could alter the perceptions of people the world over. The machine was enormous, underground, and powered from a special individual...and individual who held up the world.

So, the machine was used to mind wash the people into thinking that they were watching a Manala Mas claymation.

(this was a plot idea I was going to introduce later, but I may as well introduce it now)

[Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer]

"It isn't so bad. I have seen far worse people...without scars." Bonifaz states. It is the truth. He has seen some unattractive people. He has seen people with gray skin from gray sickness. He has seen people with black blotches covering their skin due to HGTV.

"How did you get them?" He asks when they arrive at the teleportation booth. This booth is pink and ivory. The top part is engraved with cherubs with pastel painted wings. The booth has gold trim on the door and as a whole, looks very nice. Bonifaz punches in the code for Munich and waits for Emmet to enter the machine with him.

[ronny]

Ronja stay quiet for while until Tristan brought the food for Calithin and left them. Before she could follow Tristan, Dinari walk up to her and Calithin.

"No thanks, Cal. I have to go somewhere, but its nice to 'see' you again." Ronja reply with a small smile.

As she quickly exit the front of the mansion, Ronja could hear the people, who may be involve with the suppose 'fireworks'.

"Ice prison......" Ronja mutter to herself.

Ronja manage to trap two people in a large ice cube. As she walk down the road, she hopes that Scrag won't get mad at her for using her powers and also hopes that Tristan is okay.

[Emmet Fawkes]

People far worse? As far fetched as it sounded, Bishop felt somewhat comforted. If he hadn't taken a liking to this man, he would've threatened to skin him even SPEAKING about his scars. But he was right, he remembered his father slowly deteriorating like a rotting corpse from Gray Sickness (but he deserved every bit, he wished he saw him on his last day).

“I was a naughty kid,” Bishop told him, slight amusement dancing in his voice. He wanted to tell him some kind of lie about getting his face too close to a lawn mower, maybe that his mother mutilated him because he took flowers from her garden, something interesting. His mood was ruined tonight, though. The stories he could come up with seemed trivial, stupid. “It's kind of hazy,” He admitted, shrugging as he spotted the extravagant booth. Even though he felt uneasy, he took a step inside the machine.
“Manalists dragged me to a Anti-Drug commision prison, not so filled with nice people there. Nasty mobsters, and when your weak, your fish food.” He suddenly rambled, gesturing with his hands. “They did horrible things, and ta-dah, they created a monster. Yours truly.”

“I guess, in a way, you could say they opened my eyes, really wide to this wonderful world of ours.”


[[ OOC: Did Ronja trap me and Boni? XD ]]

[Taniel and Taline Qassim]

((ooc: Ronja is my character and she froze two 'random' people UNLESS you two want to be frozen))



Thanks to Taniel for buying 7 packs of soda, Taline will stay awake for 90 to 100 minutes. Anyway, the twins closed their music store(in London) around 5pm and head to the back of the room.

"Hey Taline, remember you wrote the song?" Taniel asked.

"Kinda....." Taline reply.

"Well......it has been a while since we play our instruments...."

"Let me guess.....want to play that song?"

Taniel nod yes. So, Taline heads to the piano and Taniel heads to the drum set. Once they're ready, they began playing Taline's song.

Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me.
If you kiss me, mister, I might tell my sister.
If I tell her, mister, she might tell my mother and my
mother, mister, she might tell my father and my father,
mister, he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer
come up from the city and arrest you, mister,
so I wouldn't miss me if you get me, mister, see?

Missed me, missed, me now you've got to kiss me.
If you kiss me, mister, you must think I'm pretty.
If you think so, mister, you must want to fuck me.
If you fuck me, mister, it must mean you love me.
If you love me, mister, you would never leave me
it's as simple as can be!

Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me.
If you miss me, mister, why do you keep leaving
if you trick me, mister, I will make you suffer
and they'll get you, mister, put you in the slammer and forget
you, mister, then you'll miss me won't you, miss me
won't you miss me?

Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me.
if you kiss me, mister, take responsibility.
I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be
and so misunderstood so treat me delicately.

Missed me, missed me, now you've gone and done it,
hope you're happy in the county penitentiary
it serves you right for kissing little girls, but I will visit, if you miss me.
Say you miss me.
How's the food they feed you?
Do you miss me?
Will you kiss me through the window?
Do you miss me, miss me?
Will they ever let you go?
I miss my mister so.


Once they playing, Taline heads upstairs and read while Taniel left the music store and get some dinner.

Missed me by The Dresden Dolls

[Jack O. Trades]

Turning about he licked once more at his lips as he continued to play with the yo-yo. With his free right hand he motioned to one of the men inside the truck. the one with the rifle brought out a high voltage tazer and jabbed it into the spandex wearing woman's back catching her and setting her onto the ground. In an instant he crossed hte distance between him and Anya cupping her chin in his hand as he tilted it up "Darlin, its all about freedom. It's all about choice. Choice between one life and the next. You'll have you're moment to shine shortly." As he motioned once more the man in the van with the assault rifle walked forward and took the woman back into the armored vehicle.

As he turned about he began to twirl the yo-yo around in a circle to his right "Where were we...." Humming softly to himself he resumed walking through the crowd as the hired guns walked around the room slowly. "Now...some of you may have heard of me, some of you I'm meeting ya for the first time" Running a tongue along his lips once more he caught the yo-yo in his hand and stood ram rod straight. "I do however have a message for all. I'm not some communist rebel. I'm not some feudal lord vying for power. I do this for me, I do this for you" Stopping mid stride he only shrugged once before continuing "Well, most of it is for me but not the point."

Tossing the Yo-Yo onto a table he began to skip lazily around the room once more "The point is, is the high and mighty create beasts. Beasts like me. I do hope the elite have been comfortable, and hope you - the top brass - can appreciate just how alone you really are. Time to play" with that a chuckle escaped him as he walked towards the van once more. Once inside the laughter grew steadily louder as the guns began to walk towards the van they had emerged from, two of which bringing the unconscious Kyra with them.

As the doors closed all three van's launched a grenade from their launcher into the room as the yo-yo exploded in the middle before all three van's began to speed away from the building as the laughter grew into state of hysteria as one threw a match onto a trail of gas left from before setting it ablaze leaving in bright burning letters 'HA HA HA HA' , from another van the body of the man from the video tossed onto the ground next to the inferno letters with several sets of needles in his eyes. And with that the van's drove off into the night.

[Bonifaz Artz-Lehrer]

Bonifaz punches in the final part of the code and in a flash of light, they arrive at a teleportation booth outside of Munich, near a bus station and not far from Bonifaz's rural home. He lives outside of the city so that it is a little more remote for meetings. There is a teleportation booth near the home, as per his father's request. The home was his father's. It is where Bonifaz grew up, but now the house is his and his father lives in several other homes owned by the family. Bonifaz lives here with his sister. There are enough rooms for guest members of Null, two of which have been staying there for a few months. One is a shy guy named Heikki Toivonen and another is a pink haired Creditor who started to malfunction and decided to become a rebel. The rogue Creditor was useful as Bonifaz's bodyguard, since he was only an average human.

In any event, Bonifaz starts walking him to the large house tucked away in the forest. He says nothing more about the scars. The location is tranquil and near a clear lake.

"I think I will turn on the news when I get home and see what is being said about the incident."