OOC: Don't post till I say okay."
New Orleans: Bourbon street
The neon lights flashed as the people walked by the duo. One was dressed as bright as the light looked, the other seemed like an antique from the early nineteenth century. As the man caught them a cab, they stepped in. After the driver was fed the info, they were off.
"Hey Elizabeth, you okay,? Are you okay?"
The woman cut him of, he voice seemed shaken, saddened, and confused.
"What do you want me to say Zack? I'm fine? That I'm okay that Bray Wyatt died? I lost control, I'm to blame."
Zack Ryder would shudder, his hands motion to lower the volume. Not that the driver seemed to notice.
"That's not what I meant, I-"
The girl stared out the window as the man stumbled his words."
"I don't know how Booker did it. He said you just get used to it. The blood never comes off."
Ryder watched her, as he shifted closer to her. After staring for sometime, he snapped.
"Wyatt killed himself, Liz! He hijacked your powers and cut his own head of with one of your rift in time things! It's not your fault! He wants you to blame yourself! You know that!"
Elizabeth head dropped as Taxi stopped. Timed seemed frozen. The young woman then spoke.
"We're here."
As they both got out, the walked into the building. As Elizabeth Held the urn, Zack Knocked on the door.The door made an ominous, otherworldly noise as Zack knocked. It then seemingly opened on it's own, with a man appearing behind the door. He had a dour expression, one eye glinting with an ethereal bluish haze, and wore a cloak with no shirt and a medallion hanging around his neck. He moved to the side and gestured for Zack and Elizabeth to come into the building. Once they entered, the door closed behind them and their mysterious greeter turned to address them with a voice that rang like two in cosmic tune.
"Greetings Zack and Elizabeth, I am Jericho Drumm, also known as Dr. Voodoo, Master of the Mystic Arts. You two know the reason we are here today, or to be more precise... he floated into the air, and waved his hand above Zack and Elizabeth, projecting an image of Bray Wyatt.
the person we are here for today, if he can be called that still"
Elizabeth handed Voodoo the urn, turning her face away. Meanwhile Zack stared at the man like a dear in headlights.
"I assume you know he tried taking control of this Urn. It has the power of both life and death, I don't need to tell you how dangerous is."
Elizabeth seemed uneasy as Zack was now poking around the building.
"So, Broski Voodoo, I assume you got this covered?"
"Yes to both of your questions, Elizabeth and Zack. However, Brother Voodoo was my former title before I ascended" he'd reply while holding the urn. He then motioned for the two to follow him further into the building, where they happened upon a stable.
As they walked, Zack and Elizabeth followed closely as they watched Voodoo put it somewhere safe.
"It's over now. Good. It's about time."
The Girl would open a rift in space.
"Thank You Mister Dunn. Farwell"
As the walked the tear, the girl seemed to smiled as she turned away, resting easy it seemed.
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One year Later.
As he worked in his office, Voodoo would hear a noise from the area the urn was kept in. As the Doctor went to investigate, he would hear a man's voice sing. the man would then enter with Urn in hand, staring at it like it was a prized diamond."
"I told the witch Doctor I was in love you. I told the witch doctor I was in in love with you. And he said......."
"I presume you are Bray Wyatt? How did you reach your...current form?" he'd ask, gesturing at Wyatt's body.
Wyatt smiled like a chesiar cat.
"Come on now! You took two people's word and took as scripture? People see only what they want to see. You should now that, Doctor. Hahahaha! I'm sorry, Hahahaha, I can't help but find this funny? Since when did dead mean dead to people like us?"
Voodoo's face betrayed no emotion as he examined Wyatt
"You presume too much Wyatt, and I see you avoided my question. No matter, what are your intentions now that you're here?" he'd ask while strolling around the other man
Wyatt would chuckle as he pulled out folded pieces of papers, walking over and tucking in Voodoo's pocket.
"My home, three days, a traitor game. You find all the rules are there. Ain't much else to say. You'll learn 'bout me soon enough, but for now? Now is the time to tell the people you love how much you care about them. Go to that favorite place to eat. Check of items on da bucket list of yours. Because in three days, nothing well be left but smoke, fire and the ashes of the rotten world."
Wyatt then turned and walked. Voodoo then hear Wyatt sing one last time.
"He's got the whole world in his hands. he's got the whole wide world in his hands.............."