Mystery Dungeon Rp/Story

*The hallucination goes again, showing him all of his murders and he can feel their pain and suffering.*

*Devonté turns around.*
D-"Relax."
*He realeases the pressure point slowly.*

Zym: Fine, I'll tell you more about me, just sit back down...
*He sits down and crosses his legs*

*Bronze keeps his eyes shut but then slowly opens them*
The pain....the same pain I have been feeling....for so long....
*the tears have dried up*
.......this........is as worse.....but its.....all the same...every single day I'm like this....force to remember....now I see....it just adds...

*Sam sits down, still forming the sphere in her claws.*
Sam-" I'm listening, and it better be good."

*Laura can't help but break down into tears, thinking of all she's been through over the past day.*

N-"I think you understand."
*The hallucinations end for good, and Naomi starts to walk away.*

Forgoten_Scars said:

*Sam sits down, still forming the sphere in her claws.*
Sam-" I'm listening, and it better be good."

*Laura can't help but break down into tears, thinking of all she's been through over the past day.*

*Devonté is not very sympathetic.*

Zym: I come from a village far east of Treasure Town, called Oerba. When I was two, I left to join the pokeslayers. I joined because I was intrigued with the activities there, not to mention all of the books with endless information in them. Anyways, one of my last assignments...
*He reaches in and pulls out a small notebook*
Zym: I always said I never kept a kill log....but...

*Bronze looks at Naomi*
that's....what makes me different....than most....everyday.....i live....I only live with my worse memories....everything I did...it haunts me....I can still see some of it.....the pain will never leave....and I will continue to suffer....
*he places his blade away, and looks down*

Sam-" Kill long? Of every single person or high value targets?"
*She stops for a second, thinking of what she's saying.*
Sam-" ....This is what I get for watching too much Naruto."

*He tosses her the kill log, the book seems heavy as almost every page is filled with photos of every kill he's ever done*
Zym: Higher values are in the back, under the golden tabs. First assignment was my own village leader, was told he was siphoning the money from our people...

Sam-" Wait, where did you get all of these photos from? Before or after you got done with them?"
*She spreads out several lower class photos on the ground and stares at them blankly.*

*Some are just civilians or police officers. Witnesses mainly...people who we're at the wrong place and time. Or when I was assigned multiple targets. I took the photo's as soon as I was finished.
*Under each photo is name, age, species and gender*

Sam-" Is it just me, or do some of these look a little... messed up? That's not what an Espeon is supposed to look like..."
*She slides across a photo of one.*

*He reaches down and picks it up*
Zym: Easter mandoza. Age 22. She wouldn't stop screaming so I ripped her throat and heart out...
*He slides the photo back over*
Zym: I remember each and every target, clear as if it was yesterday.

._. Sam-" Well so much for you being a poisons person. Seems like getting your heart and throat ripped out might hurt, on both sides of the ripping..."

Zym: I wasn't all that good with poisons then. I was mainly using throwing knives and needles.
*He takes the book and flips to a golden page*
Zym: Joan Teram, age 55, species Bayleef, male. The man expected my coming, my first instinct was to kill him fast and painfully...but...he wasn't evil or corrupted at all...he was kind...

Sam-" So what exactly did you do Zym? And... if I may ask a question, what was your worst kill? Something that was just flat wrong, even by your standards."

*Bronze sits back down against the wall but when he closes his eyes he doesn't fall asleep, he only lays there wide awake but only resting his eyes*


*Silver has laid her head down and is still thinking as her ears twitch*


*Nova falls asleep on Blaze's back as she clings to him and keeps warm*


((I gtg...night))

Zym: Ebony Joria, age 26, species umbreon, female. She was the worst, but the btch deserved it though. Her screams still echo in my mind... I was sitting in my room, when the carrier bird flew in. I quickly took the note and got this picture...
*He reaches into his coat pocket and shows her the umbreon, her fur is pitch black and rings are a cyan color*
Zym: About this time I didn't have my sitar, it was my scythe...
*He fully explains what happened, because if I told you what exactly happened, things would end too shortly*

*And with this, Sam goes wide eyed. She slumps a little, letting go of the ball of light that was in her paws. It immediately falls onto the photo of the Umbreon, disappearing in a bust of light. The photo lay there on the floor, still for a few moments. Soon enough, it begins to bulge and move as if someone were trying to break through it from the other side. Eventually, it passes its breaking point and splatters the ink from within the photo all over the room. The blotches of ink start to drip and spread, soon consuming the whole place and turning the setting into what could be seen in the photo. Sam, still in her Zoroark form, just stares at Zym.*
._. Sam-" I am SOOOO sorry!"