Ninth Reel: Overtime [ACTION]

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Garden Park
[After turning into a bird for two weeks and then things going back to “normal”, Grell was feeling anything but normal. Being a reaper gave her lots of freedom, but being a harpy was on a whole ‘nother level. Also, now she has a dog which she rescued from being hurt by a bunch of thugs. Now it was recovering pretty well, and she’s now taking it for a walk in the park.

Grell is easy to spot, but it’s obvious that she’s preoccupied with other thoughts. Her dog, meanwhile, is preoccupied with relieving itself. She realizes only when it tries to walk away, having the reasoning to look down and see that she needs to clean up after it. She really needs to teach it to use a toilet! Or just get a cat.]

Honestly, don’t you have any dignity? [Is this her new life? Cleaning up dog droppings?

As if she could stay mad at the happy face it gives her.]





Genessia
[Grell is putting in extra hours for her absence while being a harpy to help set up the security at the new nightclub that should open soon. She needs to set up cameras, microphones, computer systems, and maybe even a few lasers.

Okay, maybe not lasers, but she’s definitely considering that option.For now, strobe lights will have to do.

At the moment, she’s installing a hand and eye scanner with a tablet. It’s quiet work, which she doesn’t mind. The less distractions, the better.]





Fayren
[A fire breaks out at a small tavern in Everglade amidst a fight breaking out. Among those fighting is a black clad woman with a chainsaw taking on a crowd. A one of those that challenged her after a heated argument are now on the floor, lifeless. The woman looked around the crowd behind goggles and sneered at them all.]

Humans are the worst. [The voice, calm yet cold, spoke to the crowd surrounding her.] You can’t even have a simple argument without someone resorting to violence to win.

[One man moved to strike at her with a broken bottle from behind, only to be met with a quick end to his charge. The woman made a diagonal motion with her weapon so quick that it seemed as if there wasn’t a direct hit at all.

Not even a moment passes before the man is in two bloody messes on the floor. The other patrons either backed away in fear, or shouted in anger. Not at the man being killed, but at the audacity that a human would go as low as strike someone from behind. They were obviously not human by their skin pallor and reaction. Soon, a brawl began as sides were set, the situation turning into human versus non-human or undead.

Well, Phase One is going as planned.

The woman slips out during the chaos and onto the streets, chainsaw resting on her shoulder as she texts while walking.]