Try Out: Ehrström, Matthias - Quincy

by **Joachim Armster** Sat Jun 23, 2012 4:20 pm

Try-out Role-Player: Matthias Ehrstrom
Try-out Character's Name: Matthias Ehrstrom
Try-out Character's Race: Quincy

by Matthias Ehrstrom Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:29 pm

Matthias found himself, not for the first time, walking the bustling streets of downtown Karakura Town aimlessly. Why exactly was it that he found himself amongst the general, mundane populace? The boy hadn’t a clue himself. As much as Matthias abhorred being confined by the beings around him, the town itself had an allure to it that he couldn’t quite put into words. It was tranquil and chaotic, unique but mundane. ‘Such conflicting words I use yet, they describe Karakura Town perfectly.’ The boy amusingly thought. Matthias himself could be described with such conflicting words. To the mortal eye he appeared to be dressed in a white dress shirt, black slacks and black closed-toe dress shoes – the attire of a modern day business man. To the spiritually aware, he appeared as a much different being. To them, he was dressed in white priestly garbs that quietly billowed in the gentle breeze that fluttered through the town. He was a walking contradiction. Matthias pushed the sordid thought to the back of his mind. To be unique in the eyes of the mundane led to death and destruction. He would not dare tread that path. His path was one to be walked from the shadows.

The silvery-white haired male walked on, observing the Humans around him with bright Columbian blue-shaded orbs. They were so unaware of the happenings around them. How nice it was to be naïve. If only they knew the truth. ‘What am I thinking? The truth would ruin them all! Yet, it is quite the dilemma. When the truth is finally revealed they shall all be overwhelmed with the knowledge that everything they know is a lie. But maybe…’ Matthias shook his head. No, he couldn’t think that way. For them to discover their existence; it was a crime unimagined. He looked through the crowd. Perhaps, his view on humanity was too narrow. Despite his negative outlook on mortal society, the boy could observe signs of hope in nearly anyone he met. Glancing to his right, he couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised. ‘Even in that woman.’ Beside him, an elderly woman expertly manoeuvered the large crowd smiling in delight while being pursued by three equally joyful children. Matthias could only assume they were her grandchildren. His eyes glanced to the left at a young couple laughing as they traversed the crowd hand-in-hand. ‘Them too.’ No matter how hard he tried to damn society with his logic, individuals continued to impress the Quincy by defying it.

The increasing noise from the dozens of vehicles within earshot drowned Matthias enough to disturb him from his thoughts, but the boy had a more pressing matter to contend with. Something felt off. The Quincy just couldn’t put his finger on it. It felt as if someone was pursuing him from the shadows. ‘Illogical. Not even a Hollow would be so brazen as to follow me in these crowded streets. There are too many witnesses here. Unless…’ He stopped abruptly to take a deep breath. Yes, there was no mistaking it now. Someone or something with a spiritual presence was close behind. He could feel the pressure at the very edges of his perception. Quickly walking, Matthias blew past several shop windows until he reached the street corner. Turning to the right, Matthias confidently brushed several strands of hair from his pale face as he headed towards Karakura Park. ‘More open space, witnesses and enough room for privacy.’ A smile finally formed on the male’s normally expressionless face – a mask to hide his true emotions behind.

Several minutes passed by in silence until Matthias weaved his way through the bustling crowds of downtown to the more peaceful park. Slowing his pace with each step he took, Matthias came to a gradual stop and casually turned his body in the direction of the foreign spiritual pressure. “Come now, I haven’t all day to play these games.” He inaudibly mused.

by **Joachim Armster** Tue Jun 26, 2012 11:24 pm

Sniff sniff

Something smelled good...

Little Timmy was stuffing phalanges into his mouth, the severed digits bending and curling over his bloated lips as he swallowed them by the dozen. Human fingers, everywhere, strewn about him in the shadows of the alleyway all the way up to the dirty brick walls. The victims lay not far off in neatly spaced piles of formless, bloody pulp, yet curiously there were no messy splatters or wet messes of fluid across the scene of the massacre. It was as if every drop of juicy red wetness had been drained, sucked away, inhaled into the mouth of what looked to be little more than an eight year old boy...

He was just a child. A fair, skinny, white-tan little thing... a semi-long mass of scraggly black hair hung from his dirty scalp, and he was dressed in naught but a child sized pair of cargo shorts and a slightly over-sized grey hoodie with brown stains on it. His little feet were clad in dusty old sneakers, adorned with the wear and tear that nature inflicted upon all things, and were skewered with many holes. He was... chewing, if it could be called that, sickly crunches of his circular jaw obliterating the dead flesh and bones within. His eyes were a plain, dull black, his skinny body shaking with the voracious scene of devouring.

He sniffed at the air again, and then another time, making sure it was real. Yes, he did smell one. One of those.... the pretty white things with the glow sticks. His fingers twitched and writhed madly as the youthful voice belonging to that carnivore cackled heartily in laughter, gurgling up a clumsy slosh of blood from his skinny little throat. With a quick jerk of his neck, he managed to catch the spilling before it hit the concrete floor, keeping the stony cold ground unstained... stepping over the rings of fingers, he followed that gorgeous, delicious scent.

It was a manly thing. Not like the pretty things, exactly. The females were nice... he loved to suck the hair out of their scalp after he'd pulled the heads off of them. It tasted sweet and tangy to him. This one probably wasn't sweet and tangy. But as Timmy watched Matthias, he smacked his lips and licked them with his fat, pointy tongue. The boy looked more like a steak. Or, perhaps a gyro wrap, bound in those fleeting white clothes he saw only with the unnatural glare of his demonized vision. Beneath the hoodie, Timmy's skin began to dissolve, and bulged sickly.

But Dinner kept running. Dinner ran very far, and it made Timmy so, so very sad. He thought he couldn't keep up; he was just a short little boy, and he was trying to outrun a grown man. So he asked his friends for help in the dark whispers of his tainted flesh... and his legs lengthened, the skin shredded from them, as they swelled into slender crane-like limbs and were covered in a slimy, slug-like veneer. People gave horrified looks, but with this new form, Timmy easily kept up with Dinner; the Quincy could be have very soon, he felt.

But then Dinner quit the game of chase. Timmy slowed suddenly, grinding his legs into the ground as the cloud of dust following him slowed, kicked up by the flurry of stomps and steps his unnatural stride had performed. The limbs were crushed against the ground, bursting into sickly masses of blood, feces, and torn flesh, before suddenly twisting again and reforming back into Timmy's ordinary human legs. The flesh however spun around like it was in a blender at first, before settling back into mortal form.

He began tickling himself, digging into his armpits as Dinner spoke of games and time. He pretended to ignore him, to act like his feelings weren't hurt. He was very confused now. First Dinner wanted to play chase, now he wanted to stop and talk? He'd already chosen the game twice! It was Timmy's turn. And he was going to play with his friends, too...

Six massive centipedes gouged out of the boy's chest, and three dozen more tearing through the hoodie, as he vomited a torrential geyser of blood and flesh out of his mouth. The gigantic, snake-like bugs dug into the trees and sidewalk, ripping trees apart in their indiscriminate, primal rage and crunching the stone as though the blocks of sidewalk were merely crackers. One massive centipede caught a steel park bench in it's jaws, ripping it from the ground and flinging it aside like a toy... the blood swarmed around Matthias, encircling him as a thousand fingers crawled out of it towards him, each severed digit inching closer. "Mmmffhh grrllgll guuhgaraaaa schnargle schargle fffmmrrreeett gulparrrggguh napakakaka AOUUUU... AOUUU!!!" howled the boy, gargling, speaking, and screaming all at the same time, with the occasional intrusion of animal chanting, barks, and a frighteningly familiar growl that could not be entirely recalled. He stepped forward, his ripped up tennis shoes decaying into moldy fungus, and his eyes began to glower with a bloodshot shine of madness in their dull stare...

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