Back To His Roots (Open!)

Here I am trying to steal JaK's title thingy...because I'm playing an evil person right now! Mwahahahahaha!
Open To: A few heroes, but not too many! Thr33 isn't invincible...yet! Mwahahaha!
Characters Appearing: Thr33! Maybe the police...security guards...idk
Time: 12:00 A.M. after all this Halloween silliness...lets see...December sound nice? Yes! December first and there's a light snowfall outside!
Themesong: THROUGH THE FIRE AND FLAMES!!! (If any fighting starts quickly... If not then) Pink Panther (...if it seems to be sticking to that sort of mood...)
Summary: Isaac O'Ghadra, a cursed human who has been around for hundreds of years, has finally made his way to Jump City! While snooping around in the day, he made his way to the local museum and found something familiar to him...from the back of his mind. It was a bible from his home in Salem that his father used to read to him! He wanted to keep it but the security guards explained to him that a museum keeps everything they find without asking the owners...they continued to think that Isaac was high or drunk and told him to leave. Isaac has made his way back late at night, broke in and disposed of the meddlesome security guards quickly. Unbeknownst to him, a security alarm has gone off and alerted the authorities and possibly the local teenaged crime fighters? Can they stop this crazy colonial cook? Maybe if they come up with a cool enough alliteration....
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Thud! The sounds of two bodies falling to the ground accompanied by the closing of an ancient book echoed throughout the large central room of the Jump City Museum. "Simple..." A pale white boy that looked to be around seventeen said as he smirked. That boy was Isaac O'Ghadra. His long black hair flowed through the air conditioning as he brushed off the remaining snow from his shoulders. He stared down at the two men on the ground. They probably had a decent amount of cash on him but he wasn't interested in things as material as money right now. He was here for one thing and one thing only.

He seemed to drift through the corridors of the museum like mist as his ghostly aura darkened the rooms even more than they already were. He nodded to the dinosaur skeleton while passing it as if greeting an old friend. The various citizens being amazed at the ancient wonders the old halls held seemed to bolt right past the old bible from the Salem witch trials exhibit earlier that day.

It had always seemed to be fall in the small town of Salem. Leaves always falling and there was always someone to be put in the stocks...What was pleasant about Isaac's short time in Salem was what he could remember of his own home. Although most frowned upon the open playing of music, his father had always tried to teach Isaac what he could of a strange Spanish instrument that his father had come across in his travels of England: the Spanish guitar. His father was truly great at playing it, but they really couldn't play at full volume because they feared whether their neighbors would hear...

Snapping back to reality, Isaac had come to the correct exhibit. Although the guitar had probably been destroyed through the years, somehow, the family bible had survived and ended up all the way in Jump City! He walked up to the glass, paused for a moment and punched through the glass, leaving shards everywhere on the floor. Immediately after the case shattered, however, a whining alarm filled the room, accompanied by flashes of red light. He quickly grabbed the book and flipped around, expecting to meet some sort of opposition.

Hearing the visitor's displeasure Thr33 felt a dark smile spreading across his face. He wasn't taking this book because of what lay inside its pages. No, it was much more important than the ancient fables that have been treasured so much amongst the people of this nation. Through everything that he has gone through...he found it hard to believe that there was an all powerful being that allowed it to happen, but that didn't even really matter.

"First of all, I am not the thief here, they were. This is my family's bible. Secondly, they wouldn't have had many more years to live anyhow. One was around fifty already and seemed to have a disgusting smoking habit judging from the box of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. I would have given him maybe ten more years. The other was around thirty and healthy, so probably around forty to fifty more years. Either way, they were both going to die eventually...I just sped up the inevitable." he said rather plainly. Thr33 knew that he was going to outlive both of them and the boy he was talking to, as he always had, and life just doesn't have much value to him anymore, since he's been around for so long.

"But, if all you came to do was to question my motives, I should probably---" he broke off as a wolf came from nowhere and grabbed the book out from his hands. With a confused expression, he looked up to find another boy with the bible now in his mouth. "What do you think you're doing!?" he said aghast.

It seemed like this city was just stealing from him even chance they could! Did they have no boundaries!? Thr33 gritted his teeth and murmured, "Tyrome...", with a hand extended to the wolf boy. Immediately, a purplish ball of energy formed around his hand and careened through the air straight at the thief in hopes that he would get distracted into dropping the book and protecting himself.

A smirk spread across Thr33's face as the boy over glorified the measly amount of time they would have had left. He had really gotten to know the true vanity that lay in the hearts of men in his years on Earth and he really doubted that the boy would rather live five more years in riches than twenty more years in poverty.

Nevertheless, Thr33 hadn't come this night to analyze this boy's soul or to be distracted by some wannabe hero. He was here to grab his bible and leave and once the wolf man had dropped the bible near the other boy, Thr33 slid across the ground and scooped up the old book, being extra careful not to touch the boy.

Now facing the wall, he unsheathed his sword and defended himself from the axe and arrows, knocking them away. "You were right about one thing however, wolf boy...I don't care about anyone but myself. The fact is, whether you realize it or not, you will all be gone in less than a century and what impact will you leave? How will anything be different because the time you spent there or the time that they could've spent here?" he said motioning towards the security guards' bodies. "We do have a problem though, I have no wish or desire to deal with you two tonight, I just came for my affects and I will be leaving...If all you desire is something so carnal as combat, perhaps you can simply find a reason to fight each other..." he said with an eye brow raised towards the wolf boy.

And with those last words, Thr33 turned the corridor and slowly meditated upon his inner powers. With one step, the museum was fading away. With the next, a forest was growing around him in seconds. And with his third step, all of the adversity and anger was behind him. He was in the Jump forest that seemed to be a nice home to him in the past month. It troubled him to think that he may have to kill those two in the coming days, but, he did not need to do it today, perhaps they would deal with themselves...but it did not matter to him. He was safe now...

(Out)