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Molly Maltese
Molly Maltese
Old Shoe

Jul-6-2015 11:19

New York, 1938
St. Regis Hotel
Rooftop Nightclub

"So there I was, staring down a barrel INCHES from death...and I told the man, 'darling REALLY, if you simply must shoot me do allow me to remove my earrings. They are Cartier, you know." Molly Maltese paused to take a sip of her Red Snapper, popping the olive neatly between her cherub lips before gnashing it to a pulp. "And the man was quite flummoxed, he said- I say, is that Riza Hawkeye?"

She rose, the group of rapt men in tuxedos and women in glittering dresses and furs murmuring their protests as she wended through their knees. But the apparition she was quite sure had been Riza Hawkeye had vanished in the crowd of New York socialites populating the exclusive terrace.

"Well, this place is a bit ritzy for Riza." she murmured, fairly certain her old acquaintance didn't make a habit of populating social-climbing fetes. And she reasoned, any time Riza had appeared before it was hardly ever for a pleasant cause. Well, maybe that was unfair. It just seemed she was more the swirl-of-furs-and-stiletto-daggers type than a frothy socializer like Molly herself.

Peering around, Molly saw nothing but the shadowed faces of revelers partially cloaked in the smoky haze. She had just been about to give up and go back to her companions when the most shocking hubbub began. Over on the north part of the terrace, she could distinctly hear the shouts of men and panicked screeching of females. Moving forward, she could just make out..

"Did you see... The Ambassador... who could have... murder! Someone has pushed the Ambassador off the building!" Molly picked up speed, expertly weaving through the crowd of panicked voices. Sirens already began to sound twenty stories below. Just as she grasped the ledge and looked over, an all too familiar voice sounded in her left ear.

"Oh hello there, old friend. Lovely breeze out today."

Before her stood Riza Hawkeye herself, looking utterly unruffled as several ladies fainted behind her.


Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-9-2015 20:46

“Hear what?” Jasper asked. “I don’t hear any--” The next second, something heavy fell from above and Jasper crumpled to the ground.

“Jasper!” Marc and Riza exclaimed simultaneously. Riza reached out a hand, but then froze. She squinted in the darkness. Whatever had fallen seemed to be moving on top of Jasper. It groaned.

“It’s Ed!” Riza said, grabbing the man and lifting him off Jasper. “What are you doing here?” she asked, incredulous.

Ed blinked, as though he were unsure of what he was seeing. “M-Molly. I heard Molly scream, so I ran. Was going down the stairs when--ugh.” He twisted his neck to the side with a crack. “Fell,” he exhaled.

“Today is not my day,” Jasper muttered as he dragged himself upright and dusted himself off.

Riza grabbed Marc’s lighter and lifted it up, surveying the hole that Ed had clearly fallen through. It was pitch black. There was no light at the end of that tunnel. Hopefully there would be one at the end of theirs.


Oct-10-2015 09:17

"Think, Vulkie, THINK!". Those were the words that repeated in her head, as Vulkie started to look carefully around the room. The only few things she could think of were either the door or the hatch they came through.

But the hatch was shut tight and far out of their reach. So she threw that option away immediately.

"Molly, give Joseph the torch. I need some light," Vulkie ordered and Molly nodded, before handing the torch over. They waded through the water towards the door. As Vulkie observed it closely, she could see there was no lock on it; it could only be opened by ways of a mechanism. Looking closer, she could spot the hinges were rusty.

"Got an idea. Stand back everyone!" Vulkie shouted, as she grabbed her Colt 1911 and aimed at the upper hinge. Gently squeezing the trigger, a shot was fired and it deflected; no damage was done to it.

"I was sure that was going to work," Vulkie sighed and started to think again. Maybe she could use something to break the hinges off... something that would fit behind it.

Molly came over and started to think out loud as well. "We could force those hinges with something small... a nail file or something?"

Vulkie immediately began to rummage through her purse and presented a nail file. Joseph's eyes beamed with happiness, as Vulkie gave a shy smile. He immediately began to work the hinges, but it was no use; they wouldn't budge at all.

The water didn't stop rising and they were running out of time. Vulkie looked over to her friends. Joseph was supporting Molly and helping her keep her head above water; she couldn't swim properly due to her broken ankle.

Looking at her Colt 1911, a macabre thought ran through Vulkie's head; they were going to drown and there was nothing they could do about it... except...

"Guys... I'm sorry for all I've done. I guess we'll need to take Marc's words literally; we'll see him, on the other side," Vulkie cried, as she placed her gun on the right side of her head.


Oct-10-2015 09:21

Vulkie gently started to squeeze the trigger... and then a metal click could be heard; the water was draining away faster than it had poured into the room.

As all the water was drained away, Vulkie sat on her knees and eyed the gun, as Molly and Joseph looked at her. She started to laugh and cry hysterically, lying down on the ground and curling up.

Both the detectives looked at the lady who was their longtime friend; they exchanged looks with eachother and Joseph shook his head; it was best to not interrupt her for now. She needed to get over the traumatic experience by herself...

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Oct-10-2015 22:28

Joseph couldn't wade through the murky water fast enough to stop Vulkie from her foolish act, but then the water simply just receded. Was this sewage pool of death just a ruse, or was someone helping them? Joseph had no idea. As Vulkie curled up, needing the moment to regain her senses, Joseph looked around. Everything was soaked to the bones in sewage water, except for the torch. He almost gave up on the light while helping Molly but was glad he held onto it.

Nevertheless they were still stuck in this chamber and the dampness wasn't helping. Both ladies were on the brink of insanity but the scent didn't bother Joseph as much. Nothing ever did after after his episode with narcotics when his dwelling dilapidated beyond sewage conditions. Joseph returned to the metal door and tested it. Now with more time perhaps they could get it open...

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Oct-11-2015 00:28

Vulkie was the best with locks but she was in no condition to try anything right now. Zeo started tapping on the frame with the handle of his gun, testing for weak spots. There were none. Faintly he heard a voice from beyond the door. He pressed his ear against the wet rusty door.

"Molly, I think someone IS calling for you."

Molly turned to the door, "Ed?"

"Mollllllly!" The voice was getting closer.

"Ed!" Molly exclaimed. Zeo began to bang on the door, helping the man on the other side identify their location. Molly's joy suddenly overcame with mixed emotions. "My blouse!" She looked down at her feces infested blouse. "He can't see me like this!"

"Women!" Zeo muttered under his breath, soft enough so neither ladies heard him. Ed finally came to the right door and banged on it. "Yes we're in here!" Zeo yelled. He heard three gun shots from the other side and the sound of some sliding mechanism, then metal door flung open. Golden light flooded the room temporally blinding those inside.

"Molly!" Ed was delighted seeing Molly alive. Zeo left them to their reunion and stepped into the hallway. Similar dungeon cells lined the narrow passageway. He could hear faint distress calls coming from a few of those doors.

Zeo fired his revolver at a heavy pad lock chaining a sliding rod in place. When that was lose he unbolt the locking mechanism. Zero was surprised to find none other than Archibold Kerr inside the cell. "Ambassador, why on earth are you in here?"

Dehydrated and thoroughly filthy, Kerr could hardly talk. "I don't know why the Sphinx... didn't kill me..." He rasped. Joseph continued to open other cells with the help of fellow detectives. They found a total of 8 ambassadors locked up. Something sinister was brewing. Zeo could sense it through the filth.

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Oct-11-2015 21:28

It was nearly a miracle getting help from the Indian Imperial Police. They thought he was full of himself until he mentioned Sphinx. It was no secret to the imperial police that Sphinx maintained the network of brothels and opium rings. Their problem had been trying to find the hideout; now they had their chance. Edward had finally been in a good mood. And then the ground opened up beneath him and he fell onto Jasper.

Ed had heard Molly's voice calling for him moments before. Everyone could hear the noises coming through the walls, and as they ventured deeper through the labyrinth, Ed began to call out. "Molly!" He yelled. Over and over again until they finally found the cell Zeo's group was in, down off a branching path a full level below them.

When they opened the mysterious door, the smell of sewage filed everyone's nostrils causing them to wrinkle their noses. "Molly!" Edward cried. "Can you move? Are you hurt?"

"I' ankle is broken."

Before Edward could respond, Marc knelt down. "Let's take a look."

There was now enough light to see the black and purple bruising on her ankle. "No blood," Marc said. "That's a good thing. I'll be right back. Don't move."

"You're gonna be okay," Edward assured Molly.

Marc returned seconds later with an unlit wood torch. He tore the rag off of the wood, and then broke it in half. He placed boths pieces on either side of her foot. Edward watched as Marc tore the sleeves off his own coat. "Molly, I'll be straight and honest with you. This is going to hurt. Ed, grab her hand."

Ed felt like Molly was going to tear his hand off when Marc tied the makeshift splint around her ankle. She let out a cry that would make anyone's blood run cold. "My God," Ed thought. He had never felt a woman's grip quite like that. And yet there was something about it, that made him like her even more.

"Alright," Ed said. "Up we go." He placed one of her arms behind his neck. Marc did the same. Both men lifted Molly back onto one foot.

Ed Carlyle
Ed Carlyle

Oct-11-2015 21:30

Joseph appeared in the room. "We have a problem," he said. He led Marc, Riza, Vulkie, and Jasper out of the room.

Moments later a voiced yelled out. "Ed, get Molly out here!" Marc's voice echoed off the walls. He followed the sound of the voices, reaching the rest of the group. "We have eight ambassadors down here, including Archibald Kerr. They're all too weak to fight and move forward."

"Kerr? I though he was back in London by now" Edward said.

"Yeah, well we all did. Doesn't matter now," Marc said.

"What do you propose?"

Marc shook his head. "I'll leave that up to you." Edward felt the color drain from his face. Marc was going to take an order?

"Jasper," Edward said. "Stay here with them until backup arrives. Then hurry your ass up and catch up with us."

"With all due respect," Jasper objected, "I think we need to get them out, get Molly some proper treatment, and--"

"We do not have time for that. Just do it."

Jasper nodded. He gave a nervous look at the rest of the group. "Go on," he said. "I'll catch up shortly."

Something in Edward's gut told him that wasn't the best idea. He helped Molly move, following the rest of the group deeper into the vast underground.

"Listen," Edward said as he and Molly trailed the group. "I want to apologize to you all for my brash decisions, my recklessness, and everything."

"I'll accept your apology," Marc said after a moment of silence. "In fact I think--"

"Shut up," Riza said as she stopped moving. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Edward whispered. Immediately there was a loud rumbling sound and the ground beneath their feet shook.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-12-2015 09:09

The detectives staggered, clinging to each other and the walls to keep their balance as the ground rocked violently beneath their feet. Suddenly, the floor let off a blinding glow as a large circle surrounded the group and lines began etching themselves into the bedrock, crossing each other until a distinct pattern emerged. This was bad. Before anyone had time to react, it was already too late.

Black tendrils sprung up from the ground and wrapped themselves around the detectives' arms and legs, binding them in place. Someone screamed. Then slowly, unbelievably, the tendrils began to drag them downwards, straight into the rock. Riza struggled furiously, but she had been completely immobilized. There was no way she could reach her dagger now. The air was rife with panic. The shaking had gotten so bad that Riza was afraid the tunnel would collapse altogether. Within seconds, Riza felt her field of vision lowering and lowering, until all she could see was a rim of granite at eye level. Then everything went black.

They were falling through a freezing, dark, empty space. The wind howled past her ears, intermingled with the screams of the others. Someone's hand brushed past hers. Riza's stomach lurched as she flipped in midair. For a moment, pure dread overtook her and she could think about nothing except how they were going to die. Eventually they would all hit the ground and die. And that would be it.

Then suddenly, she stopped falling, frozen in midair. Before she could even exhale, she heard a booming laugh and she began to fall again. She hit the ground hard and all the air was knocked out of her lungs. She gasped, the taste of copper filling her mouth. Her hearing extra sensitive in the darkness, she heard the grotesque thumps of her friends as they landed all around her. As she tried to prop herself up, the world spun.

"Is everyone okay?" Joseph's voice echoed out weakly.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Oct-12-2015 11:26

The space was dim but Zeo could still make out the silhouettes of his mates. Everyone seemed shaken but not badly injured as they slowly righted themselves.

The group was stopped in mid air to be prevented from dying, Zeo reasoned, and the ambassadors were kept alive as well, if just barely, so anyhow murder was not in the Sphinx’ agenda now.

What was it then that they are after?

The same voice boomed again, in a mock laughter that filled every inch of the room, coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. A glow appeared in the centre, causing everyone to step back. The scent of sulfur filled everyone’s nostrils as a soft figure grew from the ground like molten lava, until it solidified into a man, with perfectly chiseled chest and arms, but as Zeo looked down, the naked figure had smooth female legs and no genitalia of any sort. Glowing tendrils adorned its body like gold chains, wrapping themselves delicately around its arms, chest and legs. The figure had no feet, however, with the legs implanted into the ground like a potted tree.

Zeo drew his revolver and heard everyone in the group doing the same thing with their guns or knives. The figure in the centre smirked as it scoured the group like preschool children. Its voice burst with amusement as it remarked, with a voice that was neither male nor female, “This is delicious indeed!”

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Oct-12-2015 12:09

Riza had never seen anything like it before. A glowing figure which was neither a full man nor a full woman had just risen out of the ground as though it were born of the earth itself. Its radiance was the sole source of light in the space, simultaneously awe-inspiring and terrifying.

As the detectives pulled out their weapons, the figure boomed, "Do not think you can defeat me with those childish playthings of yours!" It spread its arms apart, then clapped them together. For a second, Riza saw a smooth blue gem embedded in the center of its left palm. The figure began to weave a series of signs with its hands, too fast for Riza to follow. It raised both arms into the air and a swirling black vortex appeared.

Riza watched as the gun Joseph wielded shook violently in his hands, then yanked itself out of his grip and flew into the vortex. The same began to happen to everyone else's weapons. As Riza's dagger flung itself into the vortex, she felt a tugging at her chest. The next second, her spare dagger tore straight through her jacket and spiraled away, also disappearing into the void.

Molly gave a loud shriek as her gun ripped straight through the side of her expensive handbag. She stared at the gaping hole with disbelief, and then with fury.

"It's sucking our weapons away!" Marc exclaimed, staring at the empty hands where his revolver had been only seconds before.

The group looked around at each other, the same thought running through their heads. Without their weapons, what could they do? No one moved. At this point, they did not know what else the figure was capable of.

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