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[deepwallow]

Reports had been coming in for days about this strange abandoned building. It was said to house some kind of horror, but no one knew what exactly. Hunters had gone in, only never to come out. The building was eerily silent, and the only clue as to what was in there was a dark black stain in the shape of a four-fingered hand on the outer wall near the entrance to the building. Other than that, the resident was unknown, but one thing was for sure:

It wasn't human.

[Light]

An agent was finally sent out to the warehouse. She traces a gloved hand over the stain on the wall before swiping out a pen like obect. A red light shoots out of the tip and scans over the area before disappearing. She slips the pen back into her jacket pocket as she takes a few steps to the side and opens the door, the metal screeching as she shoves it away from her. "It has been dictated by the UC that you are a threat to the well being of the citizens in the immeidate area." The points of her heels 'pink!' with each slow step she takes, the dark purple shades of her shades glowing.

[deepwallow]

The inside of the place was in shambles. Furniture was crumbling and falling apart, but there were a few ok items. But the stains.... they were everywhere. Long traces like something slide along and grabbed things like a snake. And more hand print stains were every where too. Things looked like they had been thrown or moved, the stains on those items. A door had been crushed and ripped off it's hinges, a long dark stain wrapped around that too and holes like punctures

[Light]

"I'll give you thirty seconds," she sighs pulling a plasma gun from a holster on her belt. The agent remained undeterred despite the disastrous look of the area, "If you understand me, I suggest you comply before I come and hunt you down." She taps the front of her foot impatiently and moves further inside.

[deepwallow]

Still: no reply. However, there was a noise of somethig moving and the. Thudding to the floor in one of the other rooms upstairs and a few screeches of metal like something skidded across the floor or was rent in two

[Light]

She looks towards the stairs and cautiously starts up them. Whatever is was, it was bigger than her most likely.

[deepwallow]

Dark long stains and hand prints were all along the walls. The upstairs was much the same as down stairs, only now a metal desk with the same stains was shoved against the wall. She was close to whatever it was, that was certain

[Light]

She lets out a sigh and slowly creeps forward, her gun raised towards the ceiling and held close to her as she slides one foot in front of the other. "Come out, come out, whatever you are,"

[CrimsonMoon]

8I.... *stalk stalk*...)

[deepwallow]

The hand stains appear on the far wall only... They seem to be climbing up the wall.... Suddeny there's a tap on her shoulder, like a finger or something

[Light]

(*calls stranger danger popo*)

She whirls around with a surprised yip, the gun pointing to whatever was behind her. "Son of a bi~--!"

[deepwallow]

It was a slim but thick black tentacle that was hanging from the ceiling. Where it touched her shoulder, the familiar black stain appeared. Suddenly somethig black dropped to the floor and stood

It was human, at least 7 feet tall, and pitch black. The only different color on it was vertical ovals spaced in the middle of it's head, like eyes, and it had no mouth. Four long black tentacles were on its back and a tail too. It cocked its head to the side, as if regarding her curiously. His, for it had a flat chest and broad shoulders, hands were claws and had only four fingers, one a 'thumb'

[Light]

Her head had turned to the side to look at her shoulder--she hoped it wasn't poisonous. Her captain was going to murder her for being reckless while checking the building, "Drop all weap--... please, keep your tentacles to yourself." She plants her feet firmly down and lowers her gun slowly.

[deepwallow]

The.... Whatever he was- tilted his head further, turning his head down to watch her gun. One tentacle reached out and turned her gun almost curiously, leaving a little stain

[Light]

"I said to yourself!" She steps back jerking her hands away. "Probably can't understand me..." She sighs and rubs her forehead with her fingers, pinching at the skin.

[deepwallow]

He stands there for a second before the tentacle stretches out and wraps around the gun, grabbing it from her with a jerk and putting it in his hands. He turned it over in his hands curiously, the sain getting all over it from his hands, like some of the other items around

[Light]

She gasps and lunges forward, "you don't just take a weapon from an officer you-you... Octopus!" She hesitates in reaching for a gun before sh gets an idea... She takes her helmet off, her blonde hair tightly wrapped in a bun. Her yellow eyes were narrowed and nervous, and she waves the helmet in front of him, "Here little... Thingy," she steps forward, "take this and gimme mah gun back,"

[deepwallow]

The creature looks at the helmet and puts it on a tendril, which brings it over to her, while another takes the Helmet from her and brings it to him. One tentacle though drags across the wall though, spelling a simply word.

"Ick"

[Light]

She carefully handles the gun he had returned to her and makes a face, "Ick? What's that? Your name or something?"

[deepwallow]

'Ick' doesn't reply but instead turns the helmet over in his claws a few times before walking up to her and holdin over her head. Putting it on her, he stands back and looks at her with a tilted head as his tendrils spread out with a kind of their own apparently and roam over the items in the room.

One manages to touch a small radio and it turns on, blasting "Sing Sing Sing" suddenly. With a jump, Ick turns to it in an attack position, two tentacles picking up two desks and slightly crushing them as he faces the radio. Sudden his mouth appears- no, more like rips into existence as his face tears to make a large fanged mouth and he lets out a terrible sound like the recording of a thousand rattlesnakes hissing at max. He stops and stares at the radio for a while before slowly his 'mouth' shuts and disappears again, standing up straight as his tentacles drop the desks with a thud.

"He tilts his head at the radio for a few seconds before slightly swaying to the beat, the swaying becoming more gradual as time went on. What a curious creature...