...I've got a few write ups I want to do...but am a bit busy ATM, should get some up tonight.
Really need to hear something from ghosty concerning Star.
FITZZ wrote:...I've got a few write ups I want to do...but am a bit busy ATM, should get some up tonight.
Really need to hear something from ghosty concerning Star.
I actually haven't seen him online in the past few days...He came on a few pages back and said he'd do it after his car was fixed...
Suzie followed the three cloaked people into the house and down corridors and she saw things that couldn't exist. Rooms within rooms and maddening creatures of the night all rejoicing for some unseen reason. She had to run at points to keep up with them, time dilated and warped all around her. She looked over her shoulder and saw Vukojevic getting dragged into a room by three beings yet she didn't care, all she wanted to do was follow these enchanting beings. Their pace slowed as they entered a long ornate hallway, a red carpet along the floor until it reached two impossibly huge mahogany doorways. Each was inlaid with gold and other precious metals and stones. All along the walls were large ornate portraits of people. Many frames were blank but all had a name on them. She saw many names some she recognised like Pontius and Juli which were blank and others she didn't like Brutus, Caine, Vassily. And at the end, a portrait which was beautifully done in the style of one of the old masters, so life like, as his soul was trapped in the canvas. Below the Portrait was a single word written in gold on a silver frame:
Longinus.
... As the SUV moved out of the New Orleans city limits and sped towards the distant wetlands, Jean Rea glanced at Jarin..
" So...you was sum kinna Nazi den...back in da war?" the Cajun asked, his eyes narrow and questioning.
Jarin chuckled lowly " I was an officer in the SS, but...political objectives..or should I say "party objectives" meant little to me....or to my operatives."
" What you trying ta say buck?" Jean Rea asked " Dat ya was a Nazi dat weren't a Nazi?"
" What I'm saying is that I used my possistion to further a "Lyceon" agenda ...hunting down and eliminating those who posed a danger to ...our kind."Jarin said flatly
" Like who?" Ritchie chimed in from the rear of the vehicle.
" Gypsies for one" Jarin laughed " It's not just a cinematic invention that Gypsies tend to...have knowledge of our kind...and in many cases act as Hunters...or informants for Hunters." the big wolf paused " Rounding up and ...disposing of Gypsies...I played a big part in bringing that about....among ..other things."
" Like what..?" Richie asked leaning forward.
Jarin shrugged.." Operation Werewolf...I don't know if you've heard of that but.."
" Nazi commando's ....they operated behind allied lines near the end of the war" Richie said " They were supposed to spread discord and terror amongst allied troops...spread chaos."
Jarin chuckled " Well...that's the oficial story.."
" So what's the...real story them ?" The wolf asked.
Jarin sighed..." Those Commandos ...they were werewolves...real werewolves" the big wolf nodded..." Certian higher ups knew of what I was...they ...sactioned me to create..."War packs"...small packs to act as terror troops...for special missions."
" So ya lead wolves against American troops yeah?" Jean Rea said, a hint of anger in his voice.
" I lead packs against Humans..." Jarin said..." As I said ...politics ...human politics don't concern me...when the Reich fell...my packs fed on Nazi as well as American and Russian flesh...it's all the same...I was never concerned with the Nazi's concept of a "Master Race"...only the acendence of Lyceons as a Master Race."
Jean Rea sighed " Juz so ya know...I d'on care fa no Nazi's...fought tha bastards mah self...fo I was turned in '46".
Jarin laughed " So...that makes me about six hundred years older than you my english butchering friend....just keep that in mind."
" Oh...I know what side we both on now buck...d'on ya worry none bout dat" the Cajun smiled.
"Quick, we need two gurneys and some IV's filled with saline solution." an ER technician yelled out in Czech.
"What the hell happened to these people?" another one asked in the foreign language as they rushed Miranda and Vegas into operating theaters.
The hunters watched as Vegas and Miranda were rushed off into different operating rooms to be worked on, Sven had received some light damage and was getting patched up quickly while the orderlies began to ask questions in their best English.
"How did it happen?" a nurse asked Andy who had been momentarily let out of the back of the SUV.
"There was a drive-by, we were at a party when it happened." Andy lied easily to the nurse.
"A drive-by?"
"Yes, guys drive car near people and shoot guns." Andy tried to enunciate the words as best as possible for her to understand.
"Oh, so sorry." the nurse finally understood, "So they are friends, not family."
"Yeah, friends."
"Speaking of friends," Ace said as he came up from behind Andy, "you and I need to have a talk buddy."
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"Your friend Sven told me that you make deals with the supers." Ace sat in a chair across from Andy and watched as Andy turned his head away.
"I do... sometimes." Andy said softly, a hint of shame in his voice, "but for the most part I kill them."
"So what kind of deal did you make here, I heard you had a loved one involved."
"That I do, but in the same situation I would do the same for anyone." Andy had rehearsed the line over and over in his head, "I don't make deals that get other people hurt."
"And you trust the guy who made the deal with you?"
"Not so much that I trust him," Andy shrugged, "so much as I trust their nature."
"Oh really now, what's the difference?"
"They like to think they're stringing us along and usually fulfill their end of the bargain, like they're some kind of god who feels bad for us."
"Not all vampires are like that you know."
"Yeah, but the deal also nets us a traitor. Ex-network even, it'll get us a gak load of info."
"How do you know he's a traitor?"
"He used to work for us, simple as that."
"Excuse me sirs." an orderly interrupted, "We have some information ob your friends."
"Good news I hope." Andy said nervously.
"Your friend Miranda should make a full recovery," the orderly paused, "your friend Vegas not so lucky. The bleeding was too much to replace and she couldn't be revived, we are sorry."
"Can I see her?" Andy asked.
"Yes, she is still under from the medication, but you can enter her room."
Andy walked with the orderly to the room, leaving Sven, Ace, Jack, and Joker behind. The faux-wooden door was slightly ajar as they entered and Andy saw her feet making hills in the white sheet on top of her. Andy went in and saw her face, his own changed to shock as he realized that there wasn't a latino woman laying in the bed, it was Vegas.
"You made a mistake, that's Vegas not Miranda." Andy told the orderly.
"The one with the lung injuries is Miranda, no?"
"No, Vegas was shot in the lungs."
"Oh, then yes, Vegas is alive and should recover." the orderly said and began to leave the room, his arm was grabbed before he could leave though.
"What about Miranda, where is she?"
"She is in the morgue right now, being prepped for burial or whichever method of dealing with the body is preferred." the orderly looked at Andy and knew what he was going to ask, "Yes you can see the body, but not for long... regulations say we must prep it in a specific time frame."
Andy kept his face calm while his thoughts raced and crashed into one another as he walked towards the morgue. He was sad and angry, worried and ready to fight, his emotions and logic was heading towards dark places. The cold stainless steel doors of the hospital's morgue dominated the hallway in front of him, inside would be more stainless metal doors, racks, tools, and an overall feeling of sterile surroundings. The juxtaposition of the dirty dead against the clean surroundings almost sanctifying the corpses before the morgue technicians began their busy work of slicing them open to look for signs of malpractice or other fine reasons for desecrating the bodies. The orderly looked at the numbers attached to the cabinets and found the one housing Miranda's body, he quickly opened it up and pulled it out. Andy could see her outline in the sheet that covered her and watched as the orderly pulled the sheet off of her face and folded it onto her chest.
"A moment alone please." Andy told the orderly who nodded and walked out the door.
Andy stared at the body of his former teammate for awhile before leaning in to almost whisper into her ears, "Miranda, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I dragged you into this, I didn't want this to happen to you, it shouldn't of had happened to you. I should be the one dieing for my wife, not you, it shouldn't be you but it was."
"It was supposed to be you, but I'll find a way to fix it Miranda, I promise that I'll find a way to fix it so that you weren't sacrificed for Wendy. I'll talk to Sven and find out if he knows anything and I'll do whatever I can to fix it. I'm sorry Miranda, I'm sorry but this will have to be how you are for now. I hope you can't see me from where you are right now, and I hope you aren't enjoying it too much because I'm going to bring you back... you won't be a sacrificial lamb, I promise you."
Andy wiped a single tear from his face as he held the rest in, it was difficult for him but he wanted to keep a straight face in case the others asked anything. Andy walked towards the morgue's entrance before turning to the orderly, "I'll be back for her body, nobody else is allowed to take her from this room, is that understood?"
"But sir, we must, you are not the next of kin..." the orderly soon saw a hundred dollar bill, american, wave in front of his face, "Understood sir, we shall not remove the body for anyone except for you."
"Good." Andy said as he returned to the others in the waiting room. When he got in he told them that the orderly had mixed up the names and that Miranda was the one who actually died. He then excused himself to make a phone call.
In the bathroom, he made sure he was alone before going into one of the stalls and dialing the number on the phone he had been given. After a few rings a voice answered, "Hullo?"
"The pack of wolves you sent us after won't be able to set up anything, their leader was abducted by a different pack, two of them are dead, and the last is severely wounded and on the run. I would say that they are effectively crippled."
"I will tell Pontius and see if he agrees to your definition of crippled, and what else, don't tell me you called to tell me just that one thing."
"We killed some ghouls and cops working for another wolf, they're not working for the pack you sent us after though. It cost us a lot, Miranda is dead and Vegas was hurt."
"Miranda was the hispanic one right? Shame that... back to the topic at hand," Oliver chuckled a little, "I will see what Lord Pontius thinks and relay his thoughts to you. Ta-ta." the phone clicked as the vampire hung up on Andy who sat back on the toilet seat and put his head down with both hands over it. He began to wait.
"I don't know what it is, but I don't like that Andy guy," Ace began addressing Joker and Jack in the waiting room, "He seems like a bit of an donkey-cave."
"Isn't the boss always? He would be doing his job wrong if he wasn't." Joker chimed in.
"I'm not going to hold it against him. We show up during gunfights and his friends dieing, I wouldn't be in too much a sunshiny mood either. The gak sorta just hit the fan for them." Jack defended him.
"How are these people going to help us anyway?" Ace said changing the topic, "We don't know what's going on anyway, we're searching for this guys girl, then what? We hold hands and do ring around the freaking rosy?"
"Haven't you been listening at all? His wife is being held by the baddest Vampire in the city, you have to be dense to think this won't end up in a standoff gone wrong." Joker added getting uneasy about sitting in still for this long.
"I wonder if he thinks any deal he makes the blood suckers they will actually stick to their side of the bargain. Heck, any bargain at all has bad news written all over it, for us anyway. The man is delusional, he'd do anything to get his wife back. You saw what happened to that babe Miranda, who else to think he's willing to let die?" Ace said.
"I won't let it get to that, besides, I don't think he would either. If anyone double crosses any of us, this won't end nicely." Joker stated, "I'm gonna get a soda and ask Andy what's our next move. I don't like being in the dark on things." He ended walking over to the vending machine happy to just be doing anything but sit around.
(Am totally not able to sleep and its 3 around here, you know what that means!)
The fire continued to blaze as the three wolves rested their weary bodies, the rain continued outside and the thunder rolled more lightly now. Lisa was quietly sleeping on one of the beds while Harlow sat on the floor, staring into the flames, enraptured in his own thoughts, sometimes stoking the firewood with the metal poker that sat next next to it. Next to him, on the other bed, lay Holly who was not asleep like Harlow thought she was, but rather staring intently at the ceiling silently, also thinking to herself.
Harlow mulled over all that had happened to him since his arrival in Europe, he tried to piece as many pieces of the puzzle together as he could. He had a few names now; Natasha, Musater...
Jarin...where had he heard that name before? It was familiar but so far back in Harlow's memories that he couldn't recall it. Maybe some of his old files would jar his memory. He reached for his bag and pulled it open, going through his stuff until he found the folder. He opened it and stopped. The pages were out of the order he put them in, and they smelled faintly of...
Harlow growled, looking to Holly.
"You been going through my things?" He asked harshly. Holly sat up and looked at him uncaringly.
"So what if I did? I'm curious, wouldn't you want to know about the person you were traveling with, especially if you just met them all of three hours ago?"
Harlow grunted, he was a little miffed at having his privacy invaded but in all honesty he knew that if all of them were going to work together for long they'd need to know certain things about each other. He shook his head and took half of the papers in the folder and handed them to Holly.
"Well if you're so keen to know more about me, maybe you'd like to look through those and find a name for me. The name's Jarin."
Holly scowled at Harlow but did as he had asked, Harlow wasnt sure if it was out of obedience or boredom. The two went on in silence, scanning through papers until Holly came to the one she'd seen earlier, the one dated 1969...
"Whats this?" She asked, handing the paper to Harlow. He recognized it after some scanning, the memories from that time began to come back to him in a stream as he read on. It's heading was stamped "Top Secret: For your eyes only." Legally, Harlow wasn't supposed to have this but he'd shunted the law keeper game the day he'd fallen into that river in Texas. As he read, the name came up again, not on the paper but in his mind, yes, that same name was there, in passing only, but it was there all those years ago. The stream of memories became another flood, and Harlow continued reading until the end of the paper and put it down, his gaze returning to the flames as silence once again permeated the cabin.
"Well?" Holly asked at length.
"Its an after action report about me from a long time ago. I was a mercenary for a time once, it was an easy way to get money back then..." Harlow was quiet.
"Nineteen sixty nine." Holly said softly. "Vietnam? You were there?"
Harlow sighed. "There and all over South Asia. I worked for a group under the CIA known as the "Special Observations Group" in an operation they called "Tiger hound." Black Ops stuff, wet work, as in 'You get caught, we deny your existence and hang you out to dry.'"
"So whats that page about? Most of its censored, cant make heads or tails of it." Holly interjected.
"I was on the trail of a high ranking Russian who was supposed to know about the enemy, things like movements, supplies, secrets they didn't want us to know. The plan was to track him down and capture him but it went bad, my team got blown away, I got captured..." Harlow goes silent again.
"How'd you get out?"
Harlow scanned the paper again, something else coming to him, he remembered now, where he'd heard that name and shook his head. The web of this gak kept getting more and more tangled.
"I tore the place to the ground..."
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1969, Mengzi, China
It was just a small assortment of huts fenced off with barbed wire along the Dinzou river. Just some huts that soldiers patrolled day and night, watch towers in each corner of the fencing bearing searchlights. Those huts were innocent looking enough, and in fact, if one saw the area from the air, they might assume it was just another peasant village in southern China. But underneath the huts were a different story all together. Cramped, wet darkness, a dungeon, the stink of human filth and feces. The barred chambers indicated imprisonment and the shackles on the walls with bloodstains on the cold concrete floor beneath them indicated torture. It was in one of these cells that Harlow found himself. He was stripped to the waist and sweated profusely, yet, he had been here for two weeks already, and endured many horrendous torturings. Even through all the snapping of bones, the stabs and cuts, the bruising, he was still an unmarked man, his body was that of how they had pulled him out of the jungle; uninjured and unbowed.
The guards came for him again today. They unlocked the heavy iron doors to his cell and yelled at him to get up and start marching in their usual shrill tones of Chinese. Harlow sighed and rose off his cot, he briefly considered shoving the diminutive guard off his feet but rejected it, he'd done it before, it always ended the same way, he'd still be going to the main room and he'd be a bit more sore when he got there. Harlow allowed the guards to march him, his hands bound and his feet shackled, into the main room. It was really more like a domed caver, it had a single two foot wide hole in its top to let the light of the sun into the cavern. Along the walls were more shackles, their purpose obviously sinister. Harlow was strapped into one of these sets, his arms spread apart and his legs pinned against the wall. Harlow sagged, his head bowed. He was in a bad place he knew, with no way out in sight...
That was a lie, he knew of a way out, but...no, there was too much at stake for that...there had to be some other way, and he'd figure it out.
Harlow heard and smelled another person and immediately knew who it was before he even looked up into the man's face. Before him stood a towering bald man with a camouflaged military uniform with no insignia and green leather gloves. He sat on a stool in front of Harlow, revealing his companion, a diminutive Asian man clad in black and sporting a scar across his devilish face.
"Hello, American, good to see you." The bald white man said as he sat in perfect Russian. Harlow grunted and didn't bother looking at him, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"Shall we start from the beginning today then?" The Russian asked as the other man took a place next to Harlow. Harlow just grunted and remained silent.
"Name?"
"Syd Harlow"
"Serial number?"
"Don't have one."
"And why is that Mr. Harlow?"
"I guess they forgot to give me one." Harlow spat flippantly. The comment was shortly followed by a jab in the ribs by the Asian man next to him, Harlow winced slightly but remained silent.
"Now, now Mr. Harlow, no need to get testy. We've been over this, so tell me again for the record."
"Because I dont exist."
"Hmm, a perplexing paradox..." The Russian drawled. "You claim not to exist an yet here you are right in front of me, Your Americans are a strange bunch."
"Nah, you just think that because our women dont grow hair on their--" Harlow began before he was silenced by a hard jab to the gut.
"You think yourself quite funny dont you Mr. Harlow? Two weeks and still all that attitude, we shall fix that soon." The Russian hissed. Harlow began to laugh.
"That's what you said last week, Ivan and yet here I am in the same spot you drug me out of the bush and you still dont know anything, your boss must be pissed, I'd be surprised if he didn't come down here and execute your right in front of--" Again Harlow was cut off by a jab, this time to the mouth. Harlow spat a wad of blood in the Asian man's face.
"When I get out of here, you're the first one that's gonna die..." Harlow snarled.
"You wont be leaving any time soon, American, today I'm going to try something guaranteed to loosen your tongue." He said turning from a small table behind him, holding a syringe full of some clear liquid, that made Harlow gulp, he hadn't seen this yet. There was little he could do, Harlow just glared at the Russian as the needle jabbed into his arm.
"You've been very persistent so far, Mr. Harlow, but even the most persistent soldiers cant stand a little Moscow cocktail for very long---" The man continued to speak but his words drowned in Harlow's ears, he became dizzy disoriented, his mind became fuzzy and his vision swam, he began hallucinating and his rational mind was swamped with interference from the drug. Harlow's eyes glazed over and his head lolled, he breathed normally but he was obviously doped.
"Now, Harlow, tell me what you were doing in north Laos two weeks ago." The Russian said.
"You and your team right? You began in northern Cambodia and followed your prey all the way through Thailand and into Laos.
"Yup...he never...saw us...or heard us."
"That was until you were compromised?"
"Uh huh...all went to...hell...was the only...one...who made it."
"Tell me, Harlow, where did you get that intelligence, your target's security was airtight, how did you know where he was going?"
"CIA had...an informant...a mole in his...staff." At this point the Russian leaned closer.
"Not just one mole, a whole network of them, all over China and every communist state in the world, right Harlow?"
"Yup...Agency's got...eyes everywhere."
"I want names, codes, callsigns. You will write them down fro me, American, or you will die here." The Russian said sternly. Suddenly a voice from Harlow's throat echoed in the room, it was laughter. The Russian's eyes narrowed.
"You and I...both know that...if I were a normal person...I'd be dead three times...over by...now...You've got nothing to threaten...me with...an you're gonna have to...get a better...dose to get anything...else outta me." Harlow snickered grinning wildly. the Russian roared in rage and began punching Harlow rapidly as he continued to laugh.
That night in his cell, Harlow continued to laugh to himself, he'd be out of here soon, and he'd have the life of all the soldiers here as his vengeance. Two days passed and Harlow didn't see any guards, he became curious as to what was going on. The night of the second silent day, Harlow managed to pickpocket a guard of his keys while he was putting food into his cell. Harlow used it to sneak out of his cage, but instead of trying to find an exit, he made his way deeper into the underground complex. Harlow eventually found a door which led to what he thought was a radio room by first glance, there was communication equipment stacked on shelves and a desk with a radio. The Russian sat at the desk and began to speak into it and Harlow ducked out of sight.
"Chukov here." The Russian said. there was a pause.
"No sir, we haven't made much progress, I tried the serum today, it worked up to a point, but this man, this American...is extremely resilient, in fact I never thought the human body could endure so much." Another pause.
"Yes, no change in his health, no marks, no scars, no bruises. That Serum brought a Major in the SAS to his knees just a month ago and he just breezed through it and got a little tipsy!" he Russian shouted angrily. "I'm at a loss I dont know how he does it..." Another pause.
"Well if you have any ideas I'd like to hear them sir." Another longer pause.
"Silver? I dont understand, how would that--" Another pause, Harlow held his breath and cursed silently.
"Yes sir, I understand sir, yes sir."
Harlow was just about ready to head back when he heard another voice and decided to stay for a moment longer.
"I don't know, but this better work, Jarin will be pissed if he gets here and that American son of a bitch isn't broken."
Harlow slept little that night, his mind raced, he had to get out of here or he really was going to die. He still had the key , yeah, he could just unlock his door and sneak out while nobody was looking--
His train of thought was interrupted by his cell unlocking and a guard yelling at him to march out.
"Feth...too late." He muttered to himself. He was soon strapped to the wall again, this time under the night sky. Lights were lit in the chamber so the torturers could see.
"Tonight, Mr. Harlow, you will tell me everything I want to know." Said the Russian, standing there, his back turned to Harlow. "I know your secret, my superior is a smart man, he knows many things..." He continued as he turned around to reveal a long glinting silver dagger.
"One of them being how to actually hurt you." The Russian snickered. Harlow looked hopeless, he was going to die here, nothing could save him. It was then he looked up into the sky and a slow smile spread across his face.
"Oh really?" He said in a confident tone. "Did your boss go ahead and tell you what I really am?" The Russian squinted at Harlow.
"No, of course not, you'd think he was crazy if he told you. The sad thing is, even though I can do things no man can do, you'd still think I was crazy even if I told you myself." At this point Harlow was just trying to stall the man, and it was working.
"But it seems your boss knows what I am, after all he told you my Achilles heel didn't he? Tell me this, Chukov, whats not a human and is killed with silver?" The Russian laughed, readying his dagger.
"Enough talk, American, you have stalled me long enough, it is time I cut out your tongue." He grabbed Harlow at the shoulder and Harlow shook his head.
"Some people just dont learn." were his last human words that night. Just then, the cloud cover over the full moon moved away and the silver light shone down the hole in the ground. The dagger came down but was stopped by the strong hand of Harlow, who had snapped the shackle off the wall with little effort. The Russian stammered and looked at Harlow as his face rose, a twisted snarl of wicked bestial anger. Harlow's laughter became a howl which rose and echoed throughout the compound. The beast busted forth from its cage. And within moments, the being that had once been Harlow sent the Russian flying across the room and grabbed the diminutive Asian man and put him against the wall, his eyes wide with what he was seeing.
"I'm a wolf of my word." Harlow growled, ripping the man apart with claws and fangs. Across the room, the Russian tried to rise shakily and tried to find his dagger on the ground. He finally found it, but stopped his groping to look up at the monstrous fur covered form towering over him.
"Das vi danya, comrade" Harlow snarled as his maw close around the Russian's face.
Gunshots filled the camp that night...and screams...and plenty of blood. The day afterwards, that little assortment of huts was no longer there, as if they had never been there, and Harlow was floating south down the Dinzou river in a fishing boat, his wolf satisfied for a while.
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"D'you ever figure out who Jarin was?" Holly asked. Harlow nodded.
"I was there for a while longer, I eventually got the same bastard I had been captured over, he had a lot of documents at his safe house. One of em mentioned Jarin, not much, but mark my word, he's an old wolf."
"And you know what that means."
"Yep, chalk another name up on the wall of Natasha's bastard cronies."
Apologies, just busy with a lot at the moment, and mind is elsewhere. I will get something up asap, mine and Aurelia's wedding anniverary today though, so maybe not today.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Apologies, just busy with a lot at the moment, and mind is elsewhere. I will get something up asap, mine and Aurelia's wedding anniverary today though, so maybe not today.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Apologies, just busy with a lot at the moment, and mind is elsewhere. I will get something up asap, mine and Aurelia's wedding anniverary today though, so maybe not today.
Wait, what you two know each other outside of the internet? My mind has almost been blown... oh and of course congratulations, its a good thing you remembered.
"And how are you able to talk to me like this? In my mind?" Dez asked with a serious tone.
The voice laughed.
[i]You live in a world with Werewolves and Vampires, yet you are stuped when a voice starts talking to you in your head!
"What a great answer," Dez said sarcastically. "Now tell me properly."
I died, and now I am a spirit. I have found you, and now I am here to guide you. And to be honest, I do not wish to tell you my past right now, but just know that I was a wolf too.
"I guessed," Dez stated bluntly. "Now, I need to think of a plan of action."
First, I think you'll need some back-up. You won't achieve anything on your own.
"Agreed. I'll call the Brotherhood HQ, and ask them to send help. I know the guy in charge of communications."
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Joe sat at his desk, twiddling his thumbs. He was thinking about the mission Carl, Kes, Dominic, and Dez had been sent on. He hadn't heard a peep from them, and he hoped they were alright. Suddenly, he got a call on his mobile, and hurried to pick it up.
"Yep, it's Joe here," he said to the caller.
"Joe, it's Dez here," he heard a reply, and suddenly his worries washed away.
"Dez, thank God! I haven't heard a word from you lot, how is the mission going?"
"Bad. I need you to send back-up. Kes and Dom are both dead, and Carl has been captured. I think it was Nataha's forces, but Hunters have also been attacking us. I am the only one left."
This information sent a cold chill down Joe's spine, and all the worries came flooding back.
"Jesus! Dez, don't worry, I'll send help, but they'll take at least a day or so to get to you!"
"No they won't."
"What do you mean?"
"They won't. You just need to use a faster means of transport."
Faster means of transport? Funny.
"Like what, Dez?"
"Like Carl's project. The Blackbird."
"The Blackbird?!"
The Blackbird?!
"Yes, the Blackbird."
"But it has only been tested once! Extremely fast, and Carl wouldn't allow it! It should be used in an emergency!"
"And this doesn't qualify as an emergency?"
Thats a point.
"I suppose your right. But do we need to use the Blackbird?"
"Yes, unless you want me to die as well."
"Okay, fine, fine, fine. I'll send three people in the Blackbird. Should arrive at midnight over there."
"Thank you, Joe. See ya after this is finished," Dez said as he hung up.
Okay, you are getting your back-up, so what are you going to do once they arrive?
Dez thought aabout this question for a moment, before answering.
"Get revenge. That's what I'm going to do."
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Just gonna get a quick break, but theres that in the meantime, gonna start the next bit soon.
The three wolves began to walk down Old Town's sidewalks, looking for a meal. They found it quite fast.
"Eh! Friend-o! Oveer heere!" The man was waving, his car broken down. "Coming, buddy! Ha!" Longar was the first to walk over to the man. "What do you need?" The man pulled out a sawn off shotgun. "I need your money."
About 10 gangsters moved in. They were armed with automatic weapons, and all had facemasks with snarling wolves on.
"Listen up, Friend-o, You're gonna die!" The man was pointing the shotgun at Esmerella. She would have none of that. Walking calmly to the man, she grabbed the gun from his hands, broke it over her knee, and smashed him up against the wall.
"You stupid bastard. Do you know who the feth I am? I am death, destroyer of worlds. You've pissed off the wrong woman, fuckface." She threw him into the street, dragged him face first to the sidewalk, and curbstomped him to death. His gang watched in shock as the petit woman calmly made his face look like a slaughterhouse cow. Then they began to shoot her. Most of the rounds missed, but those that did hit were primarily in the extremities and the chest.
"You people don't know when to stop, do you? This was my favorite corset, you miserable punks!" She was transforming as she uttered these vulgar words.
That's when the shooters began to transform. They became juvenile werewolves, probably not even a few months old. It was obvious they knew little on the lycan form, or why you should never piss off Longar. He began to change, as well. His legs cracked as the kneecap switched to the back, his spine extended, and his mouth became a massive snout. He was a Hyperiona, a type of werewolf that doesn't turn from man to half-man, half wolf. No, Longar had become a 15 foot long snarling monstrosity, a full wolf, red in color. Grabbing the nearest gangster he could, he simply ate the wolf in a single bite.
The site of Longar transforming was tremendously scary. Many of the gangsters ran, whist other stayed frozen in fear. Before Longar could simply eat them all, Musater had grabbed one and pulled him to the side of the battlefield, shielding him from the wrath of the Werewolf King.
"Listen up you stupid bastard. I will let you go, but only so you can go tell all your silly little Werepunk friends that this is our hunting turf. Got it?" Musater slammed the gangster into the car window, and left.
"Everyone full?" Musater asked, the two now-human wolves drenched in blood and organs.
"Yessir! Ha!" Longar laughed.
OOC: Edited because FITZZ is an awesome GM and he will kill Mr. Pickles if I don't.
BIC:..........Dead is only natural.................
Vegas looked around, she was back in the whiteness. Did she die? Her memory wouldn't let her know. Was it all a trick? did the black eyed man decieve her? The ground started shaking. Vegas tried her best to stand firm but still fell down. She looked as the whiteness teared itself apart in small fragments. A wall of pure darkness formed right before her eyes, it spanned the entire horizon. The shaking stopped and Vegas quickly jumped to her feet. The atmosphere off the wal tried to smother her, her arm burnt like molten lava as she tried to resists its influence. Suddenly a hand erupted from the darkness, followed by another pearly white hand. Vegas stood helpleslly as ther rest slid out of the wall. In front of her stood a young naked woman, her hair gently floating in a non-existing wind. "Sky Henderson, we meet again." she said whit a cristal clear voice. Vegas shook her constraints away, making use of share willpower. Her arm burned more, as if it would almost explode. "Sky is dead." The white woman smiled. "I know, she killed herself, six months ago on this very spot. It made me sad. Why didn't she kill her little sister?" "Because, My life isn't important." The woman laughed coldly. "Your live?.... I tought we already established the fact that you died."
"I'm not Sky!" Vegas yelled at the insuffrable woman. "I am Vegas." "But how can Vegas exist, without sky? Its like you say that earth doesn't need water, that birds fly without a sky." Vegas froze as she wathced at the young woman. "The memories you have, aren't yours. The friends you have, the very air that you breath, the body you walk in...aren't yours." Vegas dropped to the ground, this woman said everything she feared. Everything she hoped was wrong, was proven right. "then who am i?" "Now that is the only thing of importance." The woman hovered towards her and placed herself next to Vegas. "You are the true hunter, that is what Sky bargained for. You are her blade, her anger ... her love. and for that you must die. Embrace the Darkness Hunter for it will give you the endurance, the strenght you need to finish your goal.
Vegas cramped as her suddenly got stormed by her memories. No. Not her memories. She saw why Sky gave her life, the dark night of studying the 'Malles malefacorum'. The discovery of a hoorible truth. One that had to be stopped no matter what. "Remember my child, for today you will die." Vegas world shatterd as she still tried to absorb what she had learned. She fell into darkness, whit the shards of light. Darkness and light. The true hunter. Vegas eyes opened and saw a shadow hanging above her bed. "I knew it would be you." she whispered, to the man as he pulled her out of her sickbed.
The white woman watched as the hunter called Vegas fell down into the shadows. A second woman appeared out of the wall of darkness. "Will i get what i bargained for?" "Only time will tell, my child." "I just hope, they will understand why i did it." "They won't. But that's not your or my worries any more." "It seems all you do is gamble,... Oracle." "It's what i do best." the white woman said before they dissapeared in the darkness.
A few "problems " with a few parts here and there, but overall very nice.
@ Kais...Blackbird?, I had the idea that the LB was a small, hit and run group of ex-Hunters turned wolf..not an orginization with the manpower and resources to maintain an SR-71 stealth bomber...bit too much there don't you think?
@ Chowder...
Natasha's " Hunter pack's" aren't made up of groups of juvenile wolves with the reaction time of keystone cops.
When her packs discover you in the RP, it will be handled via an event.
For now, the group you encountered can simply be a "rogue" group of random " young wolves".
FITZZ wrote: @ Kais...Blackbird?, I had the idea that the LB was a small, hit and run group of ex-Hunters turned wolf..not an orginization with the manpower and resources to maintain an SR-71 stealth bomber...bit too much there don't you think?
Technically its not a stealth "Bomber" its a spy jet and I think the reason Kais wants to use one is because its the fastest in the world....Seeing as they were retired about fifteen years ago, and so getting one wouldn't be too hard, and they only have one and dont pull a CoD: BO "I can see what ur doing from space" move, I say let him use it, if just to get his friends there "faster"
Just my opinion...
Although where they're going to land it or take off from is beyond me.
Blackbirds have a load capacity of two people, hardly an effective transport and the amount of fuel they burn up going into low orbit would cost a lttle more than a pretty penny. Not to mention the fact that they would need special gear, specialists to maintain the gear, and the blackbird itself. Don't forget that the blackbird stretches in flight due to its speed, that's a lot of fixing.
The next closest thing you can get is a concorde, which were retired due to their cost. Those had a load capacity of about 20, but the overall need for an airfield is the biggest killing blow.
Besides, hunters are supposed to be the ones with all of the technology and cool gear.
Meh, for RP sake...let's just say Kais reinforcements get on the " Private Jet" and head for Prague...it's simply a means of transport...not like he's going to be attacking the Hunters with it (which I'd never allow).
FITZZ wrote: Meh, for RP sake...let's just say Kais reinforcements get on the " Private Jet" and head for Prague...it's simply a means of transport...not like he's going to be attacking the Hunters with it (which I'd never allow).
If he did I'm sure Andy would reach into his pocket and pull out a tiny magical tank, a tiny magical tank covered in pearlescent sequins and wearing a pair of Elton John-esque sunglasses and a top hat. The tank would then grow into an incredible musicaly talented Megatron who was covered in sequins and glittered in the sun like a disco ball. The Music Megatron covered head to toe in sequins would then turn into a giant Luger covered in capibaras that shot miniature giant sugar gliders and would shoot down any attacking enemy fighters to the rhythm of "The Bitch is Back" by Elton John.
FITZZ wrote: Meh, for RP sake...let's just say Kais reinforcements get on the " Private Jet" and head for Prague...it's simply a means of transport...not like he's going to be attacking the Hunters with it (which I'd never allow).
If he did I'm sure Andy would reach into his pocket and pull out a tiny magical tank, a tiny magical tank covered in pearlescent sequins and wearing a pair of Elton John-esque sunglasses and a top hat. The tank would then grow into an incredible musicaly talented Megatron who was covered in sequins and glittered in the sun like a disco ball. The Music Megatron covered head to toe in sequins would then turn into a giant Luger covered in capibaras that shot miniature giant sugar gliders and would shoot down any attacking enemy fighters to the rhythm of "The Bitch is Back" by Elton John.
FITZZ wrote: Meh, for RP sake...let's just say Kais reinforcements get on the " Private Jet" and head for Prague...it's simply a means of transport...not like he's going to be attacking the Hunters with it (which I'd never allow).
If he did I'm sure Andy would reach into his pocket and pull out a tiny magical tank, a tiny magical tank covered in pearlescent sequins and wearing a pair of Elton John-esque sunglasses and a top hat. The tank would then grow into an incredible musicaly talented Megatron who was covered in sequins and glittered in the sun like a disco ball. The Music Megatron covered head to toe in sequins would then turn into a giant Luger covered in capibaras that shot miniature giant sugar gliders and would shoot down any attacking enemy fighters to the rhythm of "The Bitch is Back" by Elton John.
So, my Tuesday night?
Does your Tuesday night end with a chorus of "We are the Champions" sung by a rather drunk mini-sequined-Elton John-esque tank?
FITZZ wrote: Meh, for RP sake...let's just say Kais reinforcements get on the " Private Jet" and head for Prague...it's simply a means of transport...not like he's going to be attacking the Hunters with it (which I'd never allow).
If he did I'm sure Andy would reach into his pocket and pull out a tiny magical tank, a tiny magical tank covered in pearlescent sequins and wearing a pair of Elton John-esque sunglasses and a top hat. The tank would then grow into an incredible musicaly talented Megatron who was covered in sequins and glittered in the sun like a disco ball. The Music Megatron covered head to toe in sequins would then turn into a giant Luger covered in capibaras that shot miniature giant sugar gliders and would shoot down any attacking enemy fighters to the rhythm of "The Bitch is Back" by Elton John.
So, my Tuesday night?
Does your Tuesday night end with a chorus of "We are the Champions" sung by a rather drunk mini-sequined-Elton John-esque tank?
Nope, that's Thurday. On Tuesday Megatron just humps a skyscraper until he gets bored, then leaves with Elton John Tank.
Chowderhead wrote:FITZZ, I edited the post just for you.
And for the life of Mr. Pickles.
Edits fine Chowder, I do have a write up in mind for discovering Lukos death and the follow up actions, but don't worry...I'm not going to force your characters into confrontation just yet.
... Using the GPS inside of Lukos phone, Brahg and his pack had tracked the missing generals last location to a run down home in a slum area of the city.
Posing as Police investigators, Brahg and his pack gained entrance to the slovenly kept home, the only residents an foul looking woman and her two children all flatly denied any knowledge of knowing who Lukos was...or what Brahg was talking about.
Though their story may have convinced the real police, Brahg could smell Lukos scent all over the filthy house, he could also smell the fear permiating from the humans seated in on the tatered sofa in front of him.
" I'll ask you nicely...for the last time" Bragh said holding the picture of Lukos before the woman's tear streaked face.." Have you seen this man?"
The woman shook her head violently..." No...I don't know him...I don't know anything.."
" Very well then.." Bragh sighed " We shall do this your way.." he motioned to a short stout wolf who stood nearest the sofa.
With adders speed , the pudgy wolf lashed out...ripping the right eye from one of the woman's cowering children...
" No My baby!!" The woman shrieked trying to protect the wailing child.
Bragh kicked the woman away and lifted the screaming waif into the air " Tell me what I want to know.." he said with a growl, holding his own claws inches from the child's blood slicked face.
The woman nodded.." Please...my little one...don't hurt her anymore...I will tell..I will tell you everything..!!"
Bragh tossed the child onto the dirt covered sofa and leaned in closely as the trembleing woman told him everything that had occured in her home...from Musaters first appearance in which he'd killed her abusive husband...to his appearance tonight..." He shoot the man you look for...give me money...my neighbor and I we chop up the body and burn it."
Bragh sighed again, Natasha would be most displeased with the news of Lukos death...and Musaters betrayl ...most displeased indeed.
He rose from his knee and shook his head..." Kill them all" he said softly to his pack..." Boris...Mikahl..go kill the neighbor...all of them."
Bragh walked outside as the screams of the woman and her children were quickly...violently cut off behind him.
His call to Natasha had been brief, her voice icy on the end of the line..." I want Musater brought in if possiable...kill anyone with him." she had ordered.
Bragh had vowed he would follow his Queens commands.
Now, as his pack climbed into their SUV, Bragh sat musing...with Lukos dead...and Jarin in America...he was lead agent...he would prove himself worthy to his Queen.
He was not as briliant as Lukos...nor as Strong as Jarin...but he was quick and he was cunning...he would bring Musater to justice...he swore it.
" Contact the second pack" Bragh said..." Have them meet us at the park near Musaters home....we begin our Hunt there."
Boris nodded and dialed quickly as he pulled the SUV into traffic.
I really...really need RP's from both Mordo and ghosty...concerning Wendy/Star and the Pure blood baby respectively...sort of pivotal to the story guys.
sillyboy wrote: Vegas eyes opened and saw a shadow hanging above her bed. "I knew it would be you." she whispered, to the man as he pulled her out of her sickbed.
FITZZ wrote: I really...really need RP's from both Mordo and ghosty...concerning Wendy/Star and the Pure blood baby respectively...sort of pivotal to the story guys.
Yeah and i think that you or mordo should do the interior scene with caine....
FITZZ wrote: I really...really need RP's from both Mordo and ghosty...concerning Wendy/Star and the Pure blood baby respectively...sort of pivotal to the story guys.
I'll be home tomorrow, and I'll present you with a shiny RP.
FITZZ wrote: I really...really need RP's from both Mordo and ghosty...concerning Wendy/Star and the Pure blood baby respectively...sort of pivotal to the story guys.
I'll be home tomorrow, and I'll present you with a shiny RP.
Chowderhead wrote:Wait. FITZZ, I took Lukos' Radio, not his cell phone.
Not that it matters.
Just using the fact that all of Natasha's operatives carry some sort of GPS to move the story along.
As for locating Musater...it's not like they don't already know where he lives...even though he's not there anymore.
Andy sat with the other hunters watching a movie, Vegas was hogging all of the coffee and wouldn't let anyone else have any although the rest had popcorn they really wanted that coffee to help them stay awake. Andy looked at her in contempt as a fight scene began in the movie, "Vegas, how come you get to have all of the coffee?"
"Uh, because I paid for it, duh." she said snidely.
"Come on, I'll trade you some popcorn..." Andy's bargaining was cut off by a cellphone call, the others groaned as they paused the movie.
"Hullo Andy, heard you wanted a spot of coffee." Oliver crooned through the phone
"Yeah I want some coffee, but I'm not going to make a deal with you over coffee."
"What about this, we play a little game where you get offered multiple deals and you get to chose one?"
"I'm listening."
"Excellent, meet me at warehouse 13 in the wharf, we'll play the game there."
..............
As Andy entered the warehouse a series of bright lights began to turn on, temporarily blinding him. Cheering could be heard from the studio audience and Oliver stood on a white, raised platform next to a podium with a red buton encased in a clear plastic box.
"Andy! Welcome to Deal or No Deal, Blood Moon edition." Oliver said as he waved Andy over, the crowd continued to cheer as cameras focused in on Andy's approach to the podium.
"What the feth is this?"
"Its a game show Andy, you like game shows right?"
"I guess so, what kind of trick is this?"
"No trick, Pontius is just poor and needs something to fill his coffers with gold... he has issues with prostitutes and an extravagent lifestyle you know... drugs everywhere! Whoops, did I say that out loud, my bad."
"So I'm helping Pontius?"
"Not really, the studio takes about 75% of the income and Pontius sold his soul to the executives, those guys are evil you know... anyways back to the game.". The crowd cheered as ghouls walked onto a series of raised platforms, each holding a briefcase with a number on it. "Have you ever watched Deal or No Deal?"
"Yeah, is this just like it?"
"Pretty much, Pontius isn't creative, he used to be a politician you know. An ancient roman politician, so he's good at being droll and manipulative."
"You remind me of starscream you know."
"Star who?"
"Oh my god, they said my name!" a random audience member shouted excitedly.
"Who was that?" Oliver scanned the audience, "Nevermind, Andy pick a suitcase and let's get on with this."
"1."
"Seriously, 1, that's the suitcase you're going to just pick?"
"Its number 1, it ought to be something good."
"Alright, its your choice..."
"2,3,4,5, and 6." Andy blurted out before Oliver could finish.
"Wait, what? You're just going to blurt out numbers aren't you?"
"You guessed it."
"Okay, open the cases!" the cases were opened and the prizes were revealed; a vacation to Siberia, an expired coupon for Burger King, a minimum wage job, half a piece of Wrigley's gum, and an apple.
"What kind of crap prizes are those?" Andy asked shocked.
"He's poor remember, the apple is fresh, know how much that cost?"
"Drugs and prostitutes depleted his money that much, didn't he have a steady source of income or something?"
"You burnt his businesses to the ground in the last RP remember?"
"Oh yeah..." Andy's voice trailed off and he smiled as he remembered burning the buildings down, "that was fun."
"So you get crap prizes."
"Damnit."
The phone rang and Oliver picked it up, "Uh, huh, oh really? Andy, Pontius is offering you your life."
"I already have one of those, no deal." Andy slammed the plastic case back down.
"Okay, pick some more cases."
"13, 12, 11, 10, and 9."
"God, you're annoying, no fun at all." Oliver sighed as the cases opened to reveal half a tank of gas, a balloon, a candle, two broken bottles, and surprisingly, a doll that looked like Smalls.
"Ooh, you won't be getting Smalls Andy."
"Wait, Smalls is one of the prizes?"
"Yep, so is Wendy, Vegas, and several other people you know." Oliver smiled, "Did the game get more serious for you?"
"Uh, yeah you cocky british tick." Andy almost spat while Smalls let out a sigh of relief and collapsed into a chair in the green room.
The phone rang and another offer came through, "Okay, really? We'll see then. Andy, Pontius is offering you your life, a cup of coffee, and Wendy."
"That's all I really want you know..." Andy thought it over.
"What the feth!" Vegas shouted in the green room while she tried to break out of her shackles.
"Uh... no deal." Andy said with a little less confidence.
"Okay then, three cases this time."
"Why only three?"
"Because its more exciting that way for some reason."
"Fine... 24, 21, and 18."
"Multiples of three, really? Were you trying to be clever?"
"No, I just picked them because the people holding the cases looked fething disgusting."
"Hey!" Suzie shouted as she began to open her case and gave Andy the bird. The opened cases revealed a half eaten hamburger, a squash, and the head of a hammer.
"Wow, I knew you guys sucked, but this is ridiculous."
"Hey! That's the head of the uh... the hammer of justice!" Oliver lied.
"Bull, its rusty."
"Okay fine, yeah we got it from some guy we killed, get over it. Its your fault we're in the poorhouse anyways." Oliver heard the phone ring and picked it up after three rings, "Really now? Are you sure, he'll probably mess up soon. Okay fine. Andy, he's offering you; your life, Wendy, a cup of coffee, and... a brand new Nintendo 64!"
"Screw that deal."
"Okay..." Oliver sighed again, pick another case.
"30" Andy said and watched as a doll of Vegas was revealed inside.
"Crap..." Vegas muttered below her breath
"Eh, that's okay didn't really want her anyways."
"Son of a melon-fether..." Vegas bit her lip in anger, "I'm so going to kill him if I get the chance."
"Pontius is offering you all of the stuff from before still."
"Again, no deal."
"Fine! Pick another case!"
"16" Andy saw the case open and a gas station burrito rolled out, "I think you guys should get some better prizes."
"You want to know the truth, Pontius is just cheap. I mean if the guy had to pay to become a vampire he would've died ages ago." the phone rang again and another offer was made, "I'm not going to tell him that! No, I refuse to! Screw you!" Oliver yelled into the phone as Pontius broke through the window that housed his little room.
"Andy! You get everything from before, Ryan, and Oliver! If you accept the deal right now!"
"What about my other friends!"
"Fine, them too, just make Oliver suffer badly and you can have all of your friends back!"
"Alright, that's a deal!"
"But, but what the hell Pontius!" Oliver shouted before he was impaled and made immobile.
"You hurt my feelings Oliver, that's the worst kind of pain I can think of. I mean you were my friend and then you just made fun of me, that's not cool!"
Andy watched as the audience began to leave and the other hunters were released onto the stage, Wendy ran up to him and gave him a hug while the others rubbed their unshackled wrists.
"I thought you were serious about those things you said about me." Vegas told Andy, sorry for what she had said in the green room.
"Wait, did you escape or something?" Andy asked.
"No, why?"
"Because he said that he would give me my friends back."
"I hate you so much right now." Vegas glared at Andy who was busy calling Pontius.
"Hey Ponti, yeah its me Andy. You can have Vegas, she's not my friend you know." Andy ended the call and soon two Oprinki appeared to take Vegas away.
"I'll fething kill you Andy Bruss!" she yelled as she was dragged away, "I'll fething cut off your..." her voice was muffled as she was carried into a room and the door closed behind her.
"That's for forgetting my coffee bitch." Andy looked at the door she had gone through with a glint of murder in his eyes.
"Anyways, who's up for watching the rest of the movie?" Andy's demeanor changed so quickly it actually frightened some of the hunters.
"What are you watching?" Ryan asked, he was shackled with silver chains and remained in his human form.
"Blade II." Andy replied while pushing him along.
"Why are you watching Blade?" Ryan asked.
"Because its about a human's triumph over the vampires." Andy replied happily.
"You know that Blade's part vampire right?" Ryan revealed the truth to Andy.
Andy stared at Ryan and kicked him in the nads, "Don't ruin the fething movie, its rude."
"It was in the first one!" Ryan squeeked as he clutched his nethers.
"I haven't seen the first one!" Andy shouted as he walked off the stage, dragging Oliver on the ground.
"Why is he watching the second one without seeing the first one?" Ryan began to regain his composure.
"The cover wasn't as shiny as the others." Wendy responded.
"He judges movies based off of the covers?"
"No, he just likes shiny stuff. If you were made out of gold he probably would worship you or something." Wendy shrugged.
"Darn right I would!" Andy shouted from behind the exit.
At that moment Pontius overheard the conversation and an insidious plan entered his head.
................
"Dip me lower, I must be completely covered in gold!" Pontius shouted to his minions as they dipped him in molten gold. It burned his skin, but the resutls would be worth it.
As he was set upon the ground after being completely covered in gold he began to walk towards the exit, "That fool Bruss will do whatever I say now that I'm completely made out of gold!". Unfortunately the gold began to harden and Pontius was stuck forever in a walking stance. Suzie saw this and cheered as she had Pontius mounted onto a statue next to her office door. A purple pimp hat was placed onto Pontius' head and he was forced to look silly for the rest of his life.
Chowderhead wrote:Wait. FITZZ, I took Lukos' Radio, not his cell phone.
Not that it matters.
Just using the fact that all of Natasha's operatives carry some sort of GPS to move the story along.
As for locating Musater...it's not like they don't already know where he lives...even though he's not there anymore.
WARORK93 wrote:I'm starting to get concerned about ghosty, anyone heard from him? He hasn't said a word to me for at least a week now...
probably some RL stuff but I'm beginning to think he might have forgotten about us ....how ironic...
I haven't seen him "on" in some time now, bit concerned myself.
I've seen him "on" a few times in the past few days, each time I hoped it was to update here, but no dice...
Said something about writing something after getting his car fixed...must be one lousy mechanic no offense Fitzz...
None taken, yes, I recall that post...IIRC it was almost a week ago, perhaps longer...
Ghosty, If you read this ...shake the bushes...send up a flare...shoot me a PM...
Chowderhead wrote:No, no no. It was more like I'm telling the person to hurry their RP up before I find out where he lives and kills.
Ah...got ya.
So...there you have it...RP or face the wrath of Chowder...Wrath of Chowder?...sounds like some horrible condition one would get when visiting Boston.
FITZZ wrote:...Y'know, I honestly wish people would just RP..rather than posting about when they might actually RP.
I think that Shas is the biggest culprit, but I am still waiting on mordo but he was away so he has some slack.
Chowder...what are you doing? renting out your characters?
Chowda's becoming a pimp, man I thought that was the solid gold Pontiuses job, silly wolves taking all our livihoods
I'm planning to send out some PMs soon...hopefully to "kick" a few RP's into play...
My biggest problem ATM is that I have all these ideas for events...but can't do them due to being stuck waiting on RPs.
The huge man approached the Crooked House without fear, rather, in fact, he wore a broad grin upon his face. A massive coat was drawn up around his broad shoulders, making him appear even larger than he actually was. Pushing the iron gate aside with ease, he stepped along the path, through the field of candles made of human tallow, and wrapping three time son the door, stood on the porch like a waiting beast. Which was not far from the truth. The door opened without any apparent effort from anyone within the house, admitting the giant within. He found himself in an immense chamber with a massive double-flight of stairs that curled up against the wall like a pair of diseased ribs. Atop the stairs loomed an equally gargantuan set of double doors made of stout oak. The door at the right opened slightly, and a creaking squeal could be heard as something made it's may down the stairs on rickety wheels. A series of thumps accompanied the screech of rusted hinges, and a sickly green figure crammed into a wagon far too small for it's form, it's gangly limbs pulling itself down the stairs, fell into view. The man growled at the withered ghoul, which shrieked, and ran it's cart up the nearest wall, vanishing in a haze of dust as it hit the ceiling. The giant laughed, a gut-shaking guffaw that echoed throughout the chamber as he threw back his bearded head with mirth. The massive man ceased his merriment as the double-doors at the top of the stairs opened once again, and a pale, thin man dressed in ornate red and gold robes began descending the flight. The giant smiled, showing huge teeth made for the dismemberment of living tissue. Speaking in a deep and gravelly voice, the giant intoned;
"Pontius, the years have been kind! I haven't seen you since that little spot of trouble in Venice all those years ago, you look.... different...."
The vampire smiled slightly and thinly, his eyes glowing with eerie corpselight in the gloom. "Indeed, I have been born anew from the foul juices of the Maw, remade into something far more powerful than my former self. You yourself have not changed the slightest from when last we met, Longar. I think I know what brings you to the Crooked House, but will leave the responsibility of granting it words to yourself."
At this the werewolf snarled, bearing his fangs. "Aye, you would be correct. My niece, the Bitch Queen has stolen my throne out from under me. I wish to see her corpse torn to bite-sized chunks so that I may partake of her flesh one last time. I have no doubt that you already know of this... this.... coup, and must surely have agents that could grant me my small request."
"Indeed, I am aware of your current state of exile, and the Bitch's stranglehold on your kind. I am prepared to bargain with you, I know of just the manner in which to depose of her. The Wild Hunt rides this very night, Longar."
The King of the Lycans gasped in surprise, his mouth open in shock. "Cernunnos? Here in Prague? How could I have not known this? What does the Master of the Wild Hunt pursue?"
At this the Roman smiled, "Tommy Rawhead, That Which Dwells in the Marl Pit has drawn the attentions of the Great Hunter, and even now he tracks his quarry. For centuries, Rawhead has avoided Cernunnos, but now the Hunter draws ever closer, his wolves snapping at the heels of the monster. Yet, he is well known for his hatred of the Clan of Rahl, and will be easy to divert to the lair of your niece."
Longar smiled: "'To be skinned alive and made into a new loin cloth, a fitting end indeed. I approve."
Pontius motioned to an endarkened corner of the room, and as he did so, an umbral shape detached itself from the gloom, gliding on a carpet of living darkness besides Longar. "This is The Darkness that Lurks, and he shall be your guide to Cernunnos. He is my eyes and ears, do not let him come to harm, lest I visit the same wounds upon you a thousand-fold."
"Of course," replied Longar, "I expected nothing less of the Roman. I will take me leave gladly, thank you, old friend."
Pontius indicated the door that led outside with his right hand, instructing the King to leave the Crooked House. Giving a slight bow, Longar made to exit, but then stopped himself, fixing his eyes upon the Roman's left hand, hidden away within the folds of his robes. "Pray, whatever happened to your inferior?"
Pontius drew back the cloth from his left member, revealing a charred and blackened stump at the end of his wrist. "As with all power, a price must be payed. In that regard, the Maw was quiet charitable."
Dez patiently waited out in the forest, hoping that back-up wouldn't take much longer. He wanted his plan to go ahead as soon as possible, as otherwise he may miss his best chance at revenge. He checked the time on his watch, and found that it was almost midnight.
"They should be here soon," he thought.
I can hear your thoughts you know.
"Yes, I know."
So what is your plan?
"I thought you could read my thoughts?"
Only when they are saidout loudin your mind, not if you are just pondering.
"You will find out when I tell the others," Dez said firmly, while he leaned against a tree. "As soon as they get here, that is."
Suddenly, Dez felt a slight brush of wind blow against him, but when he turned around to see what was there, he saw nothing but the open space which had always been there. But sudenly, he saw shifting colours, and there was a slight tingling over his body, before the entire ship appeared. A slender, black vessel, with a small cockpit, and a loading ramp at the back.
"They're here. I need to go and see them."
Dez walked over to the back of the vessel, and arrived to see the loading ramp go down, and for a south american looking person to walk down it. He was fairly muscular, and had a knife on his belt. His hair was in a ponytail.
"Hey, you must be Dez," he said, reaching out his hand. "I am Billy. Close combat specialist."
"Yes, that's me," Dez replied, taking his hand for a handshake. Now, who else is with you?”
Billy motioned to a woman walking towards the loading ramp, a ginger, long haired, slender bodied, woman, and spoke.
“That’s Ella, explosives expert, but can of course handle any gun. And if you follow me,” he said, leading Dez up towards the cockpit. “This is Tim. Great pilot, and an excellent sniper. You won’t ever see someone with a greater eye.”
“Excellent. Now, I need everybody to get together outside, so I can lay out the plan to you all.”
“Of course.”
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“Okay,” Dez began, with everybody else huddled together with him just outside the Blackbird, which had its active came put back on, just so nobody would see it, and cause a problem. “We need to bring an end to the Hunters, who have constantly been attacking us. Who killed Kes, and who wanted to capture Carl. So what we’re going to do is-“
“But Dez,” Ella interrupted. “Our order believes in not killing humans, and that is our job to protect them. So why would we just go and kill them all like animals?”
“Because,” Dez answered. “They have been trying to kill us all like animals. Also, isn’t it true that we are allowed to feed upon those of evil heart, human or not?”
You’re only allowed to feed on them?
“Well, yes I suppose, but-“
“They are of evil heart, going out of their way to kill us. We need to do it to make sure no more of us are killed,” Dez made clear, seeing Ella look down at her feet in defeat. “Anyway, what we are going to do, is go travel to the hospital, where I can pick up the scent of them. Tim, will stay outside at a sniping spot, killing any Hunters who I identify, while we go in, I find one of them who would be useful as a prisoner, and leave, killing all Hunters in our way.”
Dez looked at his comrades, and saw the looks on their faces. They didn’t want to do this. It was against what they believed in. But they had to. Dez needed to do this. To get revenge for Rachel, for Kes, and for himself.
Vegas would die this night.
Just like it was foretold.
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Dez stalked through the hospital, following the scent of Vegas, willing himself to find her. Billy and Ella were a little away from him, just so that they wouldn’t attract any attention. He would give them the signal when he was about to enter the room which contained Vegas, and they would make sure to look out for him when they did, not allowing any Hunters to get him.
He followed the scent up the stairs, passing a Doctor who was rushing to get to a patient, and managed to track the scent straight to on of the doors.
“She’s in there,” he thought.
Make no mistakes, Dez.
He walked up to the door, and made sure that there was nobody else in there, before taking out his mobile, and ringing Tim quickly.
“I have the right room. You should see me entering it soon. Second floor, room G3.”
“Acknowledged,” he heard Tim reply. “I’ll give you cover if I see any of the identified Hunters.”
He ended the call, and turned around to see Billy and Ella just coming out from the stairs. He gave the signal, just as his heart started beating faster, and entered the room.
It was empty, just apart from a woman laying on the patient bed.
“Vegas.”
He walked over to stand just in front of the bed, and saw her eyes open just quickly, and she spoke.
“I knew it would be you,” before she drifted back into unconsciousness.
He picked her up from the bed, and quickly said to Billy and Ella,
“I have got the package. Tell Tim, its time for us three to go. Lets move.”
“If we see any Hunters?” Billy asked.
“No mercy.”
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Dunno, if there will have to be an event or whatever here, but Dez now has Vegas.
Seeing as though you walked into a hospital with 4 good to go hunters(one of them having a knife that was blessed with the express purpose of killing wolves) and one slightly wounded magic-man with super magic super powers, I think that there will be one hell of an event.
That and your sniper is kind of useless thanks to hallways in hospitals lacking windows... I hope they like silver pellets launched from grenades.
Andy had walked out of the bathroom to see a small group of people carrying a patient who he immediately identified to be Vegas, one of them he knew as Dez. Andy whipped out his phone and sent a message to the hunters in the lobby.
"Wolves have grabbed Vegas, three of them. Intercept them and make sure they don't leave the hospital." the message read on the phones of the collective hunters in the lobby. Andy thought that he was incredibly lucky, the wolves he was supposed to eliminate for Pontius had been delivered to him and the other hunters.
"Don't know where you're going with her Dez." Andy said aloud as he drew his machine gun and quickly attached his knife to it like a bayonet, "But you won't be going very far."
darksage wrote:Luckily that day Joker had called every Network agent in the world to meet up at this hospital for the company picknick. Now it will be interesting.
halonachos wrote:Andy had walked out of the bathroom to see a small group of people carrying a patient who he immediately identified to be Vegas, one of them he knew as Dez. Andy whipped out his phone and sent a message to the hunters in the lobby.
"Wolves have grabbed Vegas, three of them. Intercept them and make sure they don't leave the hospital." the message read on the phones of the collective hunters in the lobby. Andy thought that he was incredibly lucky, the wolves he was supposed to eliminate for Pontius had been delivered to him and the other hunters.
"Don't know where you're going with her Dez." Andy said aloud as he drew his machine gun and quickly attached his knife to it like a bayonet, "But you won't be going very far."
And I do hope that wasn't canon, seeing as
1: I could swear you were in the morgue or whatever, so why would you be in the bathroom? (You sure you haven't got Wendy? )
2: You would be dead by the time you sent the message, seeing as I have the scent of every Hunter in the building, apart from Joker's crew, I think.
3: Seriously though, bathroom? What dah f**k?
Ok, read the post/RP...
I do have to admit I'm a bit confused as to how a group of wolves could walk into the Hospital and pick Vegas up...
The Hunters aren't badly wounded...in fact now that Miranda is dead, and Sven is patched up...Vegas would be the only wounded Hunter..so there would be no reason that they would have their guard down, in fact considering their recent losses it seems to me that the Hunters would be hyper vigilant.
Also given both Sven and Vegas Djinn/Witch Hunter Natures...the presence of Werewolves would not go unnoticed ...even with Vegas out cold ATM...
I'm going to have to figure out a way to make this make some sense...then do an event.
... I seem to remember a post saying that Hunters can kind of sense Vamps, but they could just be Goths, but couldn't sense Werewolves unless they were already transformed and on the rampage...
... also, in silly's post, where the figure (which was Dez) was in her room at the end of it, there was nobody else there, so I just took it that I could walk in and grab her...
Witch Hunters can sense " supernatural beings", so can Djinn to a lesser degree ( since both Djinn and Witch Hunters are a bit " supernatural" themselves).
Hunters can " spot" Vamps and Wolves due to certian traits ( but it's not an absolute)...
I'm not saying you can't just walk in and grab her, just saying it feels a bit "off" ...if you follow.
Not bashing what your trying to do here Kais, just trying to put the whole "picture" together so I can turn the posts into a workable event.
Hmm, I understand what your saying FITZZ, and I know that you won't just bash posts unless it was for a perfectly good reason, unlike someone *cough* Darko *cough*
I dunno, maybe Sven could kinda sense it, but took no heed of it or whatever, and considering that it is not nearly as strong as Witch Hunters, and Vegas wouldn't be able to as shes unconscious...
... and I did put that Dez was trying not to rasie any suspicion whatsoever...
Yeah, I'm thinking along the lines that Dez and his group entered the Hospital and Vegas room using every bit of " wolfish" stealth they could and managed to abduct Vegas.
Now, I'm also considering the fact that the remaining Hunters wouldn't be far away from they're injured friend...and would most likely discover what's happening...
Sven had protested when the old Doctor had insisted that he come with him.
" I'm concerned about that dressing" the elderly man had said..." It looks like your still bleeding a bit and I'd like to have a quick look."
Sven paused, Andy and the new Hunters...The "Wild Cards", had left hm near Vegas' room, they'd just run down to grab some coffee and said they'd be back in a few minutes...but Sven didn't want to leave Vegas alone.
" No...my..friend has been hurt..I don't wish to leave her" Sven said
" Your friend will be fine" The old Doctor said " Look...we'll just be in here" he motioned to the next room " You'll be able to hear her if she wakes."
Sven reluctantly nodded, following the old man into the nearby examination room.
A smile split Dez's face as he watched the Hunter follow the old man away from his place by Vegas room's door, moving with supernatural speed and silence, Dez entered the room...his eyes falling onto the form of the unconsious Hunter.
Dez felt an overwhelming hate wash over him, for a brief instant he considered simply ripping the woman to pieces where she lay, but instead scooped her into his arms and raced to join his comrades across the hallway.
" That's a Witch Hunter." The female wolf who'd acompanied Dez hissed as she took a quick step back " Are you insane?"
Dez stared at the woman, his eyes burning...was he insane?...Dez chuckled softly...not sure of the answer himself...he shook his head " C'mon , Let's move."
As they exited the elevator, cups of steaming coffee in hand, Andy and the Wild Cards caught sight of a fluttering jacket tail as it disapeared around the corner..
Joker glanced to the empty chair where Sven had been seated..." Where's your friend?" he asked Andy.
Andy shook his head, a worried look spread across his face " I don't know...but I got a really bad feeling about this." he tossed his untouched coffee in the trash and drew his pistol rushing for Vegas' room.
Inside he found no one...Vegas was gone, the tension growing in him he dashed back into the hallway finding Sven with the others...
" Where were you?" Andy shouted at the Djinn.
" The Doctor...he.." Sven began...
" Vegas is gone.." Andy cut him off.
" What?..How?" Sven said shocked..
" C'mon.!" Andy said motioning to the others as he raced in the direction in which he'd seen the coat tail vanish.
Dez and his group moved rapidly down the service stairs, avoiding contact with those working in the busy Hospital, at this late hour even the janitors wouldn't be back here much, which suited Dez just fine, he didn't wish to kill anyone he didn't have to.
Quickly the group burst from a rear door which let out on the back of the Hospital, Dez cut his eyes to the left and motioned the others to follow him towards the far parking lot as, griping Vegas' body, the wolf rushed for the front of the Hospital.
Storming out of the Hospital ER entrance, Andy let loose a flow of profanity as he scanned the front lot...had the people..whatever...that had Vegas made their escape?
From his right he heard Sven speaking..." I..I think they are..." Before he finished the Djinn was rushing through the lot .
" Let's go" Joker said.." Look's like he's on to something."
The Hunters drew their weapons and followed the Djinn as he raced into the lot..
There...just ahead was a shadowy group of figures, Sven could clearly see the limp form of Vegas clutched in ones arms..
" You!!...Stop!!" The Djinn called...his powers growing with in him...pushing out..
In Dez's arms...Vegas twitched...her body going rigid...her eyes opening and staring right into Dez's.
The rain subsided into a thin mist that hung in the air as a light mist, amplifying light from nearby lampposts with its reflecting brilliance. It was an aftermath of a downpour, the last dregs of water fell from the previously over burdened clouds like a squeezed sponge. All over Prague the animals surfaced from the cover they had taken to. Rats paddled from their half submerged tunnels, their minds already set on the new possibilities, the food, the refuse, all washed to them by the natural disaster that had occurred. Wretched wild dogs shook themselves dry and moved out into the streets to hunt for food. Deep in the forests around Prague a lonesome bear padded from its shelter, and surveyed the environment, before it moved off into the underbrush, sending torrents of water caught on leaves to cascade to the floor from its passing. The ground quivered with life as worms burrowed out of the mire like mud, squirming in the effluent and escaping the certain death by drowning that had awaited beneath the sodden soil. Even the plants began to react, slower than the eye could possibly trace, but apparent nonetheless; the semi permafrost that had gripped the soil of the forest had been thawed successfully by the downpour, and even now, seeds that had lain dormant for many months began to push out shoots, and grow.
And on an abandoned parking lot, long since overgrown with wild grass and shrubbery, a lone figure stood a great black wolf of thick fur and imposing height. His body was steaming, not unlike a horse after a race. Its long muzzle was fixed upon the direction of a run down motel, a crumbled and derelict building, with a look of recognition, combined with confusion. Could he be revisiting an area of personal significance to him from earlier in his life, or was it something else? No, he was not looking, not in the sense a human would look. His eyes had a peculiar glazed aspect reserved by those who seemed to look through people, and it becomes apparent that the wolf was not looking at the building, but something else. Or was he actually looking with his eyes? Or was it another part of his impressive array of senses doing the job for them. The sense of hearing, for example was on par with that of a bat, and the huge wolf could hear a cricket chirping a mile off. Or it could have been the sense of smell, able to pinpoint a single drop of blood through three feet of concrete. Or, it could possibly even have been some unknown sense that only Wolves have, giving them an innate ability to know exactly where vulnerable people are, or possibly an amalgamation of all four. Regardless of the cause, the wolf standing in the grassy field knew someone was heading towards him, even before he made eye contact, and on the flipside she (and it surely was a she) knew exactly where he was before she crested the hill the separated each other from sight.
And then, a lithe shape came into sight. A long legged attractive woman dressed far too modestly for her figure stepped over the grassy mound, in reality a pile of overgrown refuse, and stopped at the top, gazing down to the grassy field, at the imposing shape of a huge wolf. Tucked in her protective arms a small baby wriggled in its blankets, complaining of the cold, but keeping silent due to a mixture of curiosity and fear. Even at his young age, he too could sense the presence of what could be his saving grace, or his executioner. And then she was running, bolting straight towards the huge werewolf, child close to her chest. She never lost her footing, a natural agility created from years of a certain career choice combined with being a lycan, despite the potentially precarious footing that displayed itself at times. Opposite to her, still several hundred metres away, the mighty alpha stirred finally from his revere, his huge paws stirring the entire body into motion, powering the beast forwards at an accelerated speed, until soon, it matched the velocity of the slighter woman. They were both charging headlong toward each other, but was it for the same reasons? The image of two lovers running toward each other over a sea of sunflowers springs to mind at the image, but at this point, all similarities cease.
As Star closed the distance between her and Ryan, all she could perceive was an image of lovers reunited in her mind, and her heart fluttered at the thought. But the rose tinted view quickly began to fade as reality showed its true colours. Ryan wasn’t running forward with a look of loving concern that she had pictured, his human body glistening perfectly in the rain. No, he was on all fours, and moving in what she could only describe as a charge of malign intent. There was no look of happiness to see her either, no stupid grin across his face as she had imagined. All there was was a look of wild contempt, and a barely restrained ferocity. Star began to slow down in her run, and the all to familiar pang of fear crept over her at the sight of him, not dissimilar to that she had felt when she had first met Ryan, when he had been… feral. That made her stop in her tracks. Was he of sound mind now? In her excitement of catching his scent she hadn’t even paused to think of the possibility that he wasn’t a safe haven, or a loving father, or a protective barrier against the harshness of the world. But now she did think that. Now she did recall the savagery that Ryan had displayed to the pack of larvae. It had been borderline too much for even Natasha when her pack had arrived on the scene. The corpses had been taken apart so much that they barely even resembled anything that could ever have even come from a human being. Very few bits even resembled something recognisable. Most of the matter that had lain on the floor was just bloody and fleshy. As she thought of this she looked into the eyes of the approaching beast, and she saw nothing staring back at her. It was as if she were looking into the lifeless dark pits of sharks retinas. And it truly frightened her. In a last desperate gambit, Star pulled her child close to her chest, and turned her shoulder away from Ryan, placing her body in front of the newborn pup, protecting it over herself, as if she would act as anything more than a speed bump for Ryan if he truly wanted to get to the child. As the last few metres were closed, she closed her eyes and cursed the cruelty of the world, awaiting the death knell.
It never came.
Star cautiously opened one eye and looked over her shoulder. Ryan had stopped less than a metre away, standing on his hind legs, his huge hands clenching and unclenching, clawed fingertips repeatedly punching into the skin of his palm. His great snout was inches from her own, and she felt his breath, hot and heavy, on her face. He let out a roar, so loud that it reverberated across foothills of the Czech for many miles, and, in terror, Star fell backwards, landing heavily on the ground, sprawled out at his feet. Ryan roared again, his hackles rising, and his muzzle pulling back into a snarl. He came down onto Star, pinning her in place with two large pawed hands, bloody from the self mutilation displayed seconds earlier. She struggled in his grip, but soon became still after realising resistance was futile. But then something strange happened. It sounded similar to a sneeze occurring backwards, and Ryan cocked his head to one side, and a long canine ear swivelled to the sound. And then, after a second or so of silence, there was a tiny mewling growl that came from his direct left. Ryan turned his head to look, and was truly taken aback by what he saw. When Star had fallen, as she collided with the floor, she had thrown out an arm, rolling her child away from herself, in one last attempt to save it from the attack she thought was coming. A bundle of cloth that she had wrapped the child in now lay empty, and the child gone. However, in the stead of a small babe lying defenceless on the ground, there was something quite different. It was small, and definitely furry. A tiny wolf cub was padding forwards on all fours slowly, taking shaky steps, it’s first. It was growling pathetically, a tiny high pitched squeal compared to Ryans own, and yet it was successful in its intent. Ryan found himself dumbstruck and simply watched as his own child moved closer to its mother, needle sharp teeth bared. Seconds passed, and the only sounds that could be heard was the small, but incessant noise, punctuated by the occasional bark, from the cub. It came to the point where his child was now between him and Star, and it was standing his ground, shakily on four feet.
Ryan carefully reached over, and plucked the cub from its feet with thumb and forefinger, lifting it up to his height by the scruff of its neck. And as the two wolves looked into each others eyes, Ryan felt his heart hammer in his chest. He was finally face to face with his own offspring, and he all he felt inside was an overwhelming pride. Slowly and carefully he placed his child into Stars arms, and changed back.
“You can tell he’s mine, can’t you? As brave as a lion, and with no thoughts of self preservation.” He said, a dumb smile spreading across his face as he broke into a laugh of ecstatic happiness, which was soon joined in by Star.
"Does anyone know what exactly we are doing here?" Musater asked the group of misfits. The assassin who feats on his own kind. The wife he loves, who happens to dress very... Eccentrically. The Wolf King, the man wanting his throne. And the kidnapped pureblood, stumbling, still waking up from his nice tranquilizer nap.
"Well, according to Longar, we are in some bumfuck town outside of the city. When can we go home?" Esmerella was shivering, her corset and miniskirt not helping her warmth.
"Lorgar, where are-" Musater turned to Lorgar. "And you are a wolf. Great." Musater sighed, knowing that he couldn't speak to Longar for a while.
"We are on the trail of one of the most horrid monsters ever born so that we may unleash him against your enemies." The black cloaked figure spoke. "I would highly suggest you become a Lycan, so we may find him faster." The man spoke with disgust in his voice, like a man talking to his ex wife.
"Why?" Esmerella asked.
The assassin smiled under his dark hood. "Because, dear girl. Your apartment is currently being ransacked by the Bitch-Queens men." The Shadow pulled out a small radio.
"... Files everywhere. The seem to be written in a code, but we can crack in no time. There's a lot of artifacts in here. Looks like.... Holy gak. Is that a bloodstained.... You need to send more men. This place is insane."
The radio was turned of by Musater. "Pup. We knew this would happen. It just happened faster than we thought."
Esmerella wasn't listening. She was sitting on the cold damp earth, softening it with her tears. Musater sat beside her, but she would have none of it. She shoved him aside, screaming in a tongue unknown to all in the party. Later it would be discovered to be Swahili. She changed, and took a swipe at her husband in pure anger. Musater had changed as well, and blocked the attack. He threw her into the mossy ground, his fangs over her exposed neck.
"Stop. Please." The shadow had his hands in Musater's mouths, jamming his mouth open. "We must continue this mission, and if we do not, I will report this discrepancy to Pontuis, and he will punish you for waisting my talents. Severely."
Longar walked over, changed into a human. "You stupid kids. You think that you're apartment is something that matters? I have lived in a wooden box for the past 200 years! feth the apartment!" He was furious. Stomping off, he slapped the semi concussed wolf. "Wake up. We are moving." He jolted up, staring at the scene. There was a massive black cloaked figure prying the jaws of a wolf off of a human female, and a 10 foot tall man that seemed to emanate hatred from his very essence.
"Why am I here?" The wolf asked, his hands tied behind my back.
"Because," The woman said, laughing as she got up from the floor, walking over to Carl. "You will be bait."
Gripping was what I meant to write..as in held tightly to.
Groping would have taken Dez and Vegas' relationship into an entirely new realm....one I'm not sure you'd either be comfortable with.
I wish I had an army of npcs... sadly my NPCs are currently dead or kidnapped and I have to rely on other PCs who don't have to follow Andy around... or let Andy live or other such things.
halonachos wrote:I wish I had an army of npcs... sadly my NPCs are currently dead or kidnapped and I have to rely on other PCs who don't have to follow Andy around... or let Andy live or other such things.
Just want to let everyone know I'm still waiting on PM's and will do combat rolls/ write up as soon as I get them.
Also working on a few write ups/lead in's for other events.
halonachos wrote:I wish I had an army of npcs... sadly my NPCs are currently dead or kidnapped and I have to rely on other PCs who don't have to follow Andy around... or let Andy live or other such things.
Well you do prove it one way or another
Well, I'm lacking an army so maybe if I survive this event I'll create one with tanks and helicopters(chocolate and not chocolate) and Kenny Chesney and Blade and Buffy and Van Helsing and Blackula.
Oh god, I'm complaining, need to stop. Also my last silly post wasn't as good as I thought it would turn out, I'll have to punish myself for that by forcing myself to drink unsweet tea.
OOC - I was going to wait for the Hunter event to fully resolve, but I thought, what the heck and thought I better post before folks thought I'd fallen in a river or something.
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The light above them flashed twice, and a the beep echoed in the small aircraft. They where minutes away from landing in the heartlands of eastern Europe and the home of some of the most powerful Vampires to walk the Earth. Scarlett sat unmoving, her eyes focused on the set opposite her, where Olivia sat. Her companion resting her head on the sealed window, with a foot on the arm rest of the seat next to her. Nero sat further ahead, just beside the huge drapes that covered the cockpit door, just to make sure no accidental light had got in during their stop over in Maine.
He had remained quiet as they crossed the Atlantic, as if contemplating something deep or dark. Scarlett was well aware there was still a chance this could all come crashing down around her ears, but she had to at least try. To die here, or to die there it would make little difference in the long run, all she could hope was Nero was right, and fate would be with them. There it was again she thought, a slight shiver as her skin itched and she felt a strange sense of nausea.
Ever since she had taken the amulet off and passed it to Olivia she had felt it. Like a creeping dark somewhere in the back of her mind, Victoria had obviously felt her presence and was angry, eager to find her, to gain revenge, freedom. Scarlett wasn't sure anymore, so much of her short but deadly encounter with her ancient foe had been a blur, if half of what she said was accurate, she closed her eyes and focused on the screaming of Victoria as she had burned. As her eyes flicked open she found Olivia staring back at her, her gaze inquisitive and concerned.
"She is tormenting you again?"
Scarlett glanced down, and clenched her fist, her nails piercing flesh as she heard the knuckles click. "It's nothing, and it must be done."
"Perhaps you could wear it every so often Liza, she will still know where to come, and the.."
Scarlett glanced up and scowled, causing Olivia to pause on her words.
"No, this was my choice, you wear it."
A uncomfortable silence reigned between them as Olivia looked like she had been shot down in flames, while Scarlett's determined glower reminded her young companion of too many squabbles in a previous life. Olivia, finally relented and looked down.
"I only want what is best for you." She murmured.
Scarlett's gaze softened, and she reached out touching Olivia's arm, and offered a slight smile as the dark haired beauty before her looked up.
"This is best for me Livi." Scarlett whispered.
Olivia closed her eyes with a nod, it was obvious she was worried, but Scarlett knew she'd not raise it again. Nero walked up to the two of them and gave a wild smile as he clenched the headrests as the plane touched down with a bump. The engines screamed as the pilots backed them down, and within a few moments the plane was taxing to its desired location.
"Welcome to Prague." Nero said grinning at both of them in turn, then paused with a thoughtful look. "Well, maybe not how I remember it, but a wicked place to be none the less."
"Old or new terms?" Scarlett said with a cheeky smile as she stood in front of him, almost unable to contain the chuckle at Nero's confused face. She knew he meant the proper meaning of the word Wicked, perhaps that worried her more than she realised.
The pilot walked out of the cockpit and over to the door, unlocking it and tugging on the release.
"We have paused here on the edge of the hangers, best you get on your way before anyone notices."
Not requiring further invitation, all three grabbed their meager travelling possessions and headed off the plane, not even glancing back as the pilot slammed the door shut. Olivia strayed behind by a few metres as Scarlett and Nero walked quickly towards the distant fence and the thick woods behind.
"Liza and Livi?" Nero asked with a bemused but jester like smile as he walked beside Scarlett.
She rolled her eyes at his prodding, and glanced back as Olivia as she lead them forward.
"Something neither of us have said in a very long time, does it bother you?"
Nero stroked her arm as he walked.
"Only if it stops my feeding."
She glanced at him, suddenly aware of the hungry look in his eyes.
"I hope you are in control Nero?"
"Of course my dear, of course." He said softly gazing at her neck as they walked, the fence just ahead of them
As the trio reached the fence, they quickly glanced around to make sure no screaming police cars where inbound, and then with a quick succesion of jumps, they where over the fence and into the forest.
" Mother fethers we said stop!!" shouted Joker lobbing a tranquilizer grenade into the group of wolves making their way off with Vegas...
The device detonated, filling the area with a thick choking smoke, Billy and Ella staggering under it's effects...but refusing to go down.
" Want to toss grenades!!" Ella snarled towards the Hunters as she snatched the pin from a grenade of her own and let the spoon fly..." Here catch!!"
The fragmentation grenade traveled a short hard arc, landing near Andy and Joker...the two men glanced from the cylinder on the ground to one another..." Oh gak!!" they exclaimed in unison as they dove for cover just as the bomb exploded peppering them both with hot shrapnel...
Jack raised his weapon yelling..." Just put the woman down!!..Put er down and walk away!!"
From the roof top across the street Tim sighted on the yelling Hunter and fired...
In a spray of blood and brain, Jack's head exploded...Ace screaming in rage as his comrade rag dolled into the smoke filled lot...
" Bastards!!!" Ace roared just as a giant wolf struck him backhanded and sent him spiraling through the air...
Billy, who now stalked forward in wolf form closed in on Ace...his claws flashing in anticipation of dismembering the man..
" There!!" Andy shouted pointing at the huge wolf and raising his pistol " Take him out!!"
Joker and Andy unleashed a salvo of rounds on the towering beast, the silver rounds punching home...pulverizing it's heart..
Billy roared out, blood gushing from his wounds as his glowing eyes fixed on the Hunters...he took a shaking step forward..his talons grasping out..
" Don't forget about me chuckles.." Ace coughed through a mouthful of blood as he leveled his pistol at the creature..
The wolf turned...eyes widening as Ace pulled the trigger and sent a scorching silver round into Billy's brain..
With a choked growl, the beast tumbled to the tarmac ...it's smoldering brains spilling from it's ruptured head.
" Billy!!!" Ella shrieked, tugging another grenade from her belt, her finger grasping the pin...
Before she could yank...a crackling bolt flashed across the parking lot slamming into her, broiling the flesh from her face and knocking her askew..
Sven advanced, his palm still in front of him a slight smirk on his face..." I too can make things explode she wolf." he whispered.
As the chaos of battle swirled around them Dez and Vegas locked eyes...time seeming to stand still...
Vegas' features remained calm...almost passive...as though she barely realized Dez was there.
Dez's brow creased, anger filling him...his fangs sprouting in his maw as he prepared for the kill..
" It's time.." He whispered to Vegas...his mouth opening
" Yes...it is.." Vegas whispered, her eyes suddenly blazing as she drove her fingers deep into Dez's eyes..
...Tim once again fired, his shot shattering a car window mere inches from Andy's head...
" Muzzle flash!!" shouted Joker pointing to the roof top...
Quickly Sven steped forward once again " I have him.." the Djinn said softly as a volley of glowing bolts leapt from his hand..
High above the street, the sniper howled in agony as his body burned..franticly the man attempted to extinguish the searing flame that engulfed him..
In an instant he cascaded over the edge of the roof, plummeting like a small comet and impacting with the street bellow..
To Sven's amazement, the wolf struggled to it's feet and, still blazing, fled into the night...
Ella lay smouldering in the lot, her skin scorched and black...her eyes went from where Tim had fallen to the bastard who had done this to her...the Hunter Djinn...
Slowly...she pulled the pin on her remaining grenade and casually tossed it towards him..
" Grenade!!" Ace shouted to Sven as he rushed to knock the Djinn clear...he was fast but not fast enough...his leg had been injured when the wolf threw him and now he could barely run..
with a deafening roar...the grenade explode..
Ace yelped as sizzling shrapnel ripped into his side...knocking the wind from him, he landed and rolled..shaking his head to clear his vision...
Standing before him was Sven...his face covered in blood...his left arm a shredded ruin...
The Djinn smiled..." I am fine...don't be concerned.." he said before falling to the ground..
" Bitch!!" Joker yelled firing a silver round into the smoking form of Ella...the bullet burning into the she-wolf's brain..
As she died...she glared towards Dez..." Your thirst for blood has killed us all...perhaps now it is sated" she muttered before she convulsed and died..
Dez recoiled as Vegas lunged forward...feeling one of his eyeballs pop and run down his face as the Hunter drove her fingers deeper...
The wolf howled in fury and pain...he would not be denied his vengence..not this time...
tilting his head and snarling, Dez sank his fangs deep into Vegas' shoulder...ripping a chunk of meat from her body in a spray of blood...
The woman screamed in pain and rage, hammering at the beast face and head....cursing him at the tip of her lungs...
Again Dez's maw clamped down, tearing into the screaming Hunters arm..
Several pistol shots rang out and Dez froze as the rounds entered his body, his huge head snapping left to face Andy and Joker who advanced on him, smoking weapons held ready..
With a snarl of defiance...the wolf let the bleeding form of Vegas fall from his grip, turning rapidly and sprinting away as rounds cut the air around him...
Andy fell to his knees besides Vegas, atempting to cradle the wounded Hunter.
His eyes going to the huge bite marks in her flesh.
Joker crouched near the pair shaking his head..." What a fething mess." he whispered.
Ok...that's that...
Body count/ wounds...
Andy 1 wound hit by shrapnel
Joker 1 wound hit by shrapnel
Ace 2 wounds, busted leg, hit by shrapnel
Sven 2 sever wounds, hit by shrapnel and lost an arm
Vegas...bitten by werewolf.
Jack...Dead
Billy..Dead
Ella...Dead
Tim...horribly wounded and running.
Dez..2 silver bullets in the gut, blind in one eye, badly wounded.
Sven rested his back to a wall and dropped his gun "feth!" he took what ever scraps of cloth he could find and patched himself up. He wiped the blood from his face and looked at the carnage around him. He looked over at Vegas who was blooding out but he knew she was bit. Sven just wished he could fall asleep now but the pain in his mind and body wouldn't let his mind stay at ease.
As the heroes walked warily down the corridor they glanced around to make sure nothing would surprise them. They knew that their objective lay ahead of them, but they did not know what kind of foes they would be facing before reaching their goal. Clattering on the floor ahead of them signaled the arrival of something sinister and the heroes drew their weapons and licked their lips, hungry for combat. A low grumbling ahead and the monsters appeared, reanimated werewolf skeletons blocked their path.
"Wait a second, reanimated werewolf skeletons?" Andy asked as the moment seemed to freeze.
"Yes, reanimated werewolf skeletons." another voice replied as the scene began to unravel. The heroes planted their feet and braced for the reanimated werewolf skeleton charge.
"No, no, no, I call bs on this." Andy said again and the scene changed to a darkened basement.
"What's wrong with it? I'm the DM so I get to decide what monsters come your way." the voice replied. At that moment the door to the basement opened and let in light from the kitchen above.
"What the hell are you doing Andy?" Vegas asked while looking downstairs, "Is that, is that Pontius?"
"Yeah, its Pontius." Andy said glumly.
"What are you doing in the basement with Pontius, he's a vampire you know." Vegas began to slowly come down the stairs, wary of the ancient vampire.
"Its part of the deal, he wanted someone to play D&D with and I couldn't possibly demand anyone to suffer through it." Andy played with a D10 on the table.
Vegas nodded and understood the tremendous sacrifice Andy was making, "You let me know if you need any help."
"I could use some mountain dew and cheetos." Andy said.
"What about me?" Pontius asked, offput by the rudeness he had just seen.
"You're a vampire, you don't eat people food so how could we have anything that you could possibly want?"
"What about her?" Pontius winked at Vegas
"Gross." Vegas shook her head and rolled her eyes as she went into the kitchen to get the needed provisions.
"So where were we?" Andy asked as he picked up the D10 in his hand.
"You were about to get massacred by werewolf skeletons." Pontius smiled as he rolled die behind his DM board, the smile quickly disappeared.
"What's the matter Ponti?" Andy said as he rolled a critical.
"I missed, I missed every attack by at most two."
"So what happens now..."
"One of the werewolf skeletons drop, okay roll again." Pontius said as he rolled his own die. "feth!"
"Miss again?" Andy said as he saw another critical appear on his own dice.
"You son of a bitch." Pontius said as he scanned his chart to see if there were any other tricks he could use.
Vegas returned with the snacks and placed them next to Andy, "So how's it going now?"
"I'm kicking his ass, isn't that right Ponti?"
"Don't call me Ponti." Pontius grumbled as he hid behind his chart.
"You want in, he can't roll to save his life." Andy said while playing with the dice, it slipped out of his hand and landed so that it would be a failing roll.
"Ha! Pontius shouted as he rolled his own dice for the sole remaining reanimated werewolf skeleton, "You die Bruss!"
Andy looked at his character sheet and sure enough he lost his last wound, "Okay, so I lost whatever. I still fulfilled the deal so now you have to give me Wendy."
"Okay," Pontius smiled as he pulled out a hamburger and tossed it at Andy.
"You killed her!" Andy jumped out of his seat and drew the Sword of Ra, "I'm going to use your face as a urinal cake!"
"Whoah, whoah!" Pontius held his hands in the air, "I promised to give you Wendy's, not Wendy, that's a Baconater from Wendy's."
"So that's not Wendy?" Andy asked as the sword hung limply at his side.
"No, its a hamburger." Pontius began to pick up his die and the rest of the game.
"You still have Wendy then?"
"Duh, geeze sometimes you humanii can be so stupid."
"Sometimes you humanii can be so stupid." Andy mocked.
"Are you mocking me?"
"Are you mocking me?"
"I don't sound like that!" Pontius shouted.
"I don't..." Andy began before Pontius began choking him.
"Pontius if you don't stop I'll call your mom and Andy will never play D&D with you again!" Vegas shouted and watched as Pontius began to release his grip.
Pontius put the rest of the game away and shrugged off the experience, as he left the basement a can of cold mountain dew pelted him in the back of the head.
"You son of a bitch!" Pontius shouted as he once again began choking Andy who had started punching Pontius, "Stop hitting me!"
"Stop choking me!" Andy gurgled.
"Both of you stop, you're ruining my basement. I knew I shouldn't of had let you into my house!" Vegas shouted in desperation as she stormed back up the stairs, Pontius and Andy both watching as she left.
They heard a door slam in the house, signaling Vegas entering her room. Pontius and Andy stopped and they both began to dust themselves off.
"Good cover." Pontius said as he picked his bag back up.
"Yeah, sorry about the whole can thing, she just wasn't leaving." Andy rubbed his neck, "So same time next week?"
"Yeah, what about her though?"
"Can't you just make her a thrall or something?" Andy offered.
"Maybe, but I have a lot of thralls..."
"Just kidnap her or something, I mean its not like she's new to being kidnapped." Andy shrugged.
"I'll think of something, anyways I'll see you next week."
"Yeah, see ya." Andy began to pick up the chairs as Pontius hurried up the stairs, soon Vegas's scream could be heard as Pontius carried her away.
As soon as the door closed it opened again, this time Ryan stalked through the house and found Andy in the basement, the wolf lunged at him only to land in front of the hunter. Andy stared at Ryan who returned back to his human self, Andy quickly averted his eyes to avoid seeing manass. Soon some clothes were tossed at Ryan who quickly put them on.
"Okay, I'm dressed." Ryan said as he hopped onto a couch.
"Alright, up for some Halo?" Andy said as he tossed Ryan a controller.
"Hey, doesn't Vegas usually play with us?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah but she's busy right now."
"Where?"
"She's off being made into a thrall or going on a date with Pontius or something." Andy shrugged as he started the game.
"Pontius, on a date?" Ryan began to laugh and was soon joined by Andy. The door above them slammed as Vegas came back down stairs holding Pontius's head.
"Slayer!" the game announced the mode as Vegas dropped Pontius's head and walked towards Ryan and Andy, she cracked her knuckles.
"Oh, hi Vegas... fancy seeing you back so soon." Andy said sheepishly as her eyes began to glow red, "Oh god..."
OOC: Thanks mate, definitely felt better about Pontius and Andy metagaming over the Deal or No Deal one. BTW did not read the event post before writing my silly post.
BIC:
"Vegas, Vegas, wake up Vegas." Andy said while shaking the wounded hunter. He looked around to see that the others were wounded as well, his mind raced with ideas and thoughts.
"We're too injured to continue any kind of pursuit, I have another phone call to make and you guys need to be taken care of." Andy said as he let go of Vegas and looked at Ace, "Make sure the rest get taken care of, if Vegas wakes up tell her what happened and deal with her as nicely as possible considering the circumstances, I need to go if my call get's through."
Andy walked away and pulled out the phone again, "Listen now Andy, I haven't spoken to Pontius yet, no need to keep calling me over and over again..."
"Listen Oliver, I got some news to sweeten the deal for you. Those wolves you sent us after got reinforcements, those reinforcements are now also dead. You tell Pontius that and call me asap."
"Don't order me around Mr. Bruss, we're in charge and you don't know easy it would be to let Tommy here have at your wife and the thing it considers a delicacy inside of her, do you understand that?"
"I understand." Andy calmed his tone down, "I'll continue waiting for your call." the call was ended again as Andy walked back towards his fellow hunters, "She wake up yet?"
"Not yet." Ace replied, "They took Sven into an OR or something to stop his arm from bleeding, everyone else is in the ER getting shrapnel out or stitches or lord knows what... you make your call?"
"Yeah, I made the call." Andy looked back down at Vegas, "Geeze, I don't know what to do with you"
"With me?" Ace asked shocked.
"No, her." Andy said, "Why don't you get yourself fixed up, I'll do the same and deal with Vegas."
@Ghosty: He's been wounded a total three times now by hunters, why don't you do something, he's one of your kind after all.
ghosty wrote:Dude. I really feel someone else should step in to take down this dez character. He's running amok and meddling with things he really shouldn't be.
Hey Silly, welcome to the family.
I have a feeling Dez might be getting an offer very soon...
As for Silly...who knows what he's planed for Vegas now...but I know I'm interested in seeing what he does.
Hey the funny thing is Nachos, me and you are supposed to have this massive feud between each others characters respectively, and yet neither of us go for each other. I like to think we're far to civilized for such tomfoolery. And as for Dez... I think he needs to be reminded who the big bad wolf really is.
ghosty wrote:Hey the funny thing is Nachos, me and you are supposed to have this massive feud between each others characters respectively, and yet neither of us go for each other. I like to think we're far to civilized for such tomfoolery. And as for Dez... I think he needs to be reminded who the big bad wolf really is.
Several minutes had passed since the confrontation upon the field. Ryan had led Star back to the run down motel, child in arm, and had cautiously entered the cleanest and most sanitary room he could find in the building, concern for his child written across his face. Now, given time to rest and recuperate, Ryan was ready to listen to Star, and more importantly, spend time with his child. He leaned back into a moth eaten armchair, his bulky frame squeezing into the seat barely, and on his lap, his small child sat, babe again, tugging curiously at the necklace of teeth that adorned his neck. Star was sitting passively on the bed, watching the two cautiously. Reality was not quite what she had hoped for, and she remained pensive as to the feelings, if any, Ryan had towards her.
"What's his name then?" Ryan repeated, looking up from the pup, who was at that point tugging thoughtfully upon the fang of a long bested opponent.
Star shrugged, and said "They never gave him a name, they called him the pureblood. Personally, I was thinking of naming him something more... well something with greater meaning. I was thinking maybe Sean?"
Ryan growled slightly, and looked across at her, his eyes flashing amber for a moment.
"My brother was no hero, he... he was a coward. He let himself die, and for that I don't believe he deserves him name passed on." Ryan was staring at nothing in particular as he spoke, his eyes glimmering with the sight of tears. Contrary to what he said, it was clear he still missed his brother. It didn't take a genius to notice thus, and Star remained quiet, carefully placing such thoughts in her mind for later opportunities.
"Well there's no hurry to give him a name, he's barely even taken his first steps."
Ryan nodded, and turned back to look at his child.
"So what now?"
"Now" Ryan said, standing up, and handing his child back to Star, "I'm going to get us some early breakfast. Is there anything you prefer to eat?"
"Anyone that hasn't been living on the streets for too long." She replied, as he baby began to suckle.
Ryan averted his eyes slightly, and, looking at the ceiling, said "I was more thinking about a bagel or some toast, but.." Ryan shrugged, and left the room, cracking his knuckles, and rolling his neck. Time for the hunt to begin.
Someone kidnap the puppy, someone kidnap the puppy... wait a second, Andy and Ryan need something else to fight over, how about Andy kidnaps the puppy?
Or Ryan kills Rawhead, and in an act of compassion, brings Wendy to Andy unscathed? Or y'know we could play silly buggers with the kids if you so choose. I just thought that what with the brutal beating your hunters are taking you could use a break.
WARNING: Do not attempt to read one of Nachos' posts while attempting to force yourself to keep a straight face. I got to the part about "Slayer" and my head exploded....I've just now glued it back together...
ghosty wrote:Hey Silly, welcome to the family.
I echo that sentiment Ghosty...Now, its time for some new wolf hazing--err...I mean initiation! *grabs a bucket of chicken blood, two pairs of scissors, a small cup, a six pack of booze, Three goat bladders, and a funnel*
ghosty wrote:Or Ryan kills Rawhead, and in an act of compassion, brings Wendy to Andy unscathed? Or y'know we could play silly buggers with the kids if you so choose. I just thought that what with the brutal beating your hunters are taking you could use a break.
Like he would do that for Andy, especially after Andy used Ryan's kid as a bulletproof vest.
ghosty wrote:Dude. I really feel someone else should step in to take down this dez character. He's running amok and meddling with things he really shouldn't be.
Hey Silly, welcome to the family.
I have a feeling Dez might be getting an offer very soon...
As for Silly...who knows what he's planed for Vegas now...but I know I'm interested in seeing what he does.
An offer, ooooooh...
... what would you guys say if me and silly planned all of this?
@ Ghost and Nachos, both of you can try and take him down...
... but you'll die in the process...
... and Dez will get hurt and run away to heal himself...
... btw, can a wolf's eye get regenerated if he loses it?
No, it cannot. From what I've gathered wounds heal, and close up, but digits (such as Ryans fingers) ears, and eyes won't.
And Kais, don't bait people. You're on one wound. I really, really don't think you have a hope in hell if you successfully motivated someone to attack.
Vegas saw Andy standing next to her sickbed, unsure about what to do. "I'm not dead yet, what did i do to deserve this?" she asked. andy raised his shoulders "Silver bullets don't come cheap." Vegas tried to laugh but quickly stopped as a searing pain erupted in her flesh. "Does pontius still wants his hunter?" Andy nodded. "Well it seems that's not going to be you anymore." She watched as Andy stood there dumstruck, trying to formulate his toughts. "Sorry Andy, but i can't let you go trough whit that." "Vegas, i..." She quickly interrupted him. "see this wound Andy? You and me both know there's no hope for me. Please let me do this, before i lose myself." Andy looked at the battered Vegas, he couldn't believe that she asked this of him. This was his fault his burden. But looking at Vegas he couldn't refuse.
"Thank you Andy, but before we do anything. Get my overcoat, there should be a book in it." Andy looked around for her coat, wich he found laying on the stool. In it he found a book with a black leather cover. The words "Malles Malleficorum" imprinted on it. "What's this?" he asked. "That's the 'Malles Malleficorum"...The witches hammer." "the book of crazy catholics, running around burning peasants?" Andy asked, remembering his history lessons. "Yes,...But this is an original one. It tells about the various monster and demons that walked the earth. Many i didn't haven't even heard of." She said. Andy frowned as he tried to comprehend what Vegas has said. "So an encyclopedia?" Vegas smiled. "You could call it that.... Open it, watch the last page." Andy complied, he opened it and searched for the last page. "Uhm, Vegas this is Hewbrewic..." "No it's an ancient Hewbrewic dialect." Andy scratched his head. "Oh, now i see it.....That's fascinating and all....but what does it say?" Vegas looked up to the ceiling, the words were almost burned in her brain. "It talks about The Bastard Wolf of great power who's offspring would sire in the coming of the Great Wolf. I read it over a hundred times and one name keeps popping up in my head."
@ Kais...Nope sorry, eyes gone for good...a wolf can regenerate internal organs and such, and heal rapidly....but once a body part is gone/ cut off..it's gone.
Also, being that Vegas is a Witch Hunter, and already slightly insane...I'm granting Silly a bit of leeway in how he handles her situation.
@ Chowder...Dez's " Ghost wolf" may simple be " voices on his head" ( maybe the poor boy is cracking up)...or it may actually be a ghost talking to him....but...either way, it won't have any impact on how it affects game play...where a "Werepyre" or " Vampwolf" would.
Anyway....busy day today guys, I'll check back when I get a chance and I promise to do some write ups/ event lead ins tonight...
Til then, keep the RP's coming.
... actually, thinking about it, Vegas was the reason I got kicked out of the Network! Now they are being all lovey dovey "oh don't worry Vegas, you can still stay with us even though your a wolf, and it is against all that we love and believe in"
EDIT: Darksage wanted to post this, but wanted to make sure it was okay with me first before actually doing so and missed his chance. This occurs before Silly's post and leads into mine.
darksage wrote:Joker walked up to Vegas's unconciouse body and pulled a pistol and put it to the side of her head, "I'm sorry." He whispered trying to muster the stomach to pull the trigger.
"Wait! What the hell are you doing you pycho? get away from her!" Andy called out.
"She was bitten. we leave her now and she'll be a problem later and who knows who'll pay for it."
"Just wait a damn minute, hell, what's wrong with you. Let her have a say in it atleast."
"Isn't the monter who just caused Jack's death and all the rest of this gak around because she spared him. That monster was someone like us and now he's a snarling animal that should be put down. That's what I'm doing. It's a mercy."
"I'm not saying don't, just, give it some damn time. Don't blow her brains out because you're mad at her for letting this happen, that beast is responsible for your friends death not her, just let her atleast wake up." Andy said staring intently at Joker.
"This won't end well if we let her live." Joker turned around to find some help deciding that he had better fix up his leg and this would be decided later.
Andy looked at Vegas, she wanted to go after Ryan and Andy had other fish to fry. He didn't report Dez as being turned and that situation took six months to bite him in the ass, metaphorically thank god. Still, it was Ryan she wanted to go after and Ryan had been Andy's white whale for quite some time. Pontius's deal would leave him ill-prepared to deal with an above averagely sized werewolf, but it would also mean his wife would be perfectly safe.
"Vegas, I respect your decision to go after Ryan." Andy began, "But then there's the deal with Pontius and I don't want to ruin that by dieing before its done."
"This is something far greater than just helping your wife you know." Vegas tried to get up, "This is something that could possibly end human control over the world."
"I understand that, but I was hoping that we could make a stop along the way."
"That'll leave you less capable though, you said that Pontius wanted to mess you up."
"It doesn't matter much to me, I've seen movies where a guy had only one arm and a shotgun and he did pretty well for himself."
"Did this same guy happen to have a chainsaw in place of the other arm?" Vegas looked sternly at Andy's face.
"Yeah, I don't have a chainsaw but I'm sure I could duct tape the sword or the dagger to my arm and still be just as good." Andy lowered his voice for the following, "Besides we could bring Miranda back."
"What do you mean back, did she die?"
"Yes, Miranda bled out on the way here." Andy looked past Vegas, "But I managed to have a quick chat to Sven about bringing her back, he says its possible but..."
"No!" Vegas slammed her good arm on the bed, "Do you know what kind of magic that is? That right there is close to necromancy, dark arts, black magic, voodoo, and whatever else you want to call it. That stuff is forbidden and I won't allow it."
"I guess you're right about that..." Andy began to back away from Vegas, "she probably wouldn't be too happy about it anyways."
Vegas looked at Andy, he didn't seem scared, just cautious and she couldn't blame him. If she was that close to something that used to be a friend and had a chance of wolfing out at any moment she would be as careful as possible too. "You still want to get Wendy back before dealing with Ryan huh?"
"I would prefer it... but how about this, we go after Ryan and if along the way I get a call from Oliver about the deal we head that direction. Does that sound good to you?"
"I guess, what about the others?" Vegas asked.
"Joker wanted to put a round into you, but I kind of stopped him. Ace doesn't like me already, for that whole making a deal with a vampire thing." andy shrugged again, "I'm not too sure he'll be willing to drive around with you either, hell I'm not too sure if I want to be in the same vehicle as you. But I trust you more than Dez, the fether went feral and well you know the rest. But hey, at least you didn't get kidnapped for a second time, you just got damned to being a wolf for the rest of your unnatural life."
"That doesn't help Andy." Vegas replied almost coldly.
Dez ran, following the scent of Tim, willing himself to catch up with the man. He had finally done it. He had got revenge. Vegas would finally feel how it feels to be kicked out of the network, to feel the burning sensation of the moon…
You must be happy with yourself.
“Believe me,” Dez replied in his mind, putting on a grin, as he turned back into human form. “I am.”
You do know that you just lost two allies back there, don’t you?
“I am perfectly aware of that,” Dez answered sternly. “It was their decision to come along and help, and they did. Thy died, but it’s not my fault.”
Oh, but it is.
Dez stopped running.
“Oh God.”
You are going feral Dez, crazy even. You have ruined all chance of the Hunters actually being able to forgive you.
“Forgive me?! Are you crazy?! They provoked the attack! They did! Vegas killed Rachel, she killed Kes, and they all tried to take Carl, my father, away from me!”
It’s their job.
“It’s no excuse!”
So be it
“Now, we need to think of a plan.”
May I contribute? I believe you should go to Natasha and her wolves, if only for protection. Tell them that Carl is your father, and that you are also a Pureblood, and they will take you in until you can get Carl. Once you have Carl, he can think of what to do. That should be the best plan of action. For now.
Dez thought about this for a while, breathing slowly, his breath misty from the cold.
“Fine,” he answered after a while. “But I need to tell Tim to go home first, as he definitely wouldn’t agree to helping Natasha. I just hope his phones working.”
He took out his mobile, and dialled Tim’s number, and waited until he picked up.
“Dez?” he heard a hesitant voice on the other end.
“Yes, Tim it’s me. You need to fly back to the brotherhood, as I should never have brought you here. It’s my mission, and I am going to complete it. Now, go home.”
“But, Dez-“
Dez hung up.
“Okay, I need to return to where I fought those wolves their scent. Then I can follow it to Natasha.”
That sounds like a plan.
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Dez sniffed the air, remembering the battle that took place here, where he found out that Carl was a Pureblood, and where things really started to go downhill.
“There,” he told Atlas. “The scent is faint, but I can follow it.”
Good, now, we need top make sure that we are not a threat to them when we find them. If they dislike us, they will attack.
It makes sense that Joker would want to kill Vegas, his group don't have a history with her like Andy does, and after all they are Hunters and that's what Hunters do...however the fact that Vegas is a Witch Hunter may give her some leeway.
Dez coming to see Natasha...makes sense, particularly since his "helpful ghost" killed Musaters sister and Musater has betrayed Natasha and is conspiring with vampires.
"Joker had gotten out of bed and had walked over to Andy's room. "So what's the plan." he said taking a drink of water and sitting down next to Andy's bed.
"You mean you're still coming?" Andy said a bit relieved he would have some more back up.
"Yeah...I don't trust this Witch Hunter turning into one of them, too many things can go wrong because of it. I'm still going to tag along though. We don't stand much of a chance without you guys so I'll do what I need to."
"Glad to hear it. " Andy said streching his arms as he sat up.
"I'm not going to stick around and be betrayed though, if she seems wrong in the head, Ace and I are going to split."
"That's all I can ask for, we need as much help as we can get." Joker left the room to clear his head about this whole thing. He was mad at Vegas for what happened but it wasn't her fault, she couldn't have known. Afterall, she definetly didn't seem to hesistant to pull the trigger from what he's seen of her.
.... Natasha leaned forward in her chair, nuzzling Kerri's neck, she softly stroked the young she wolf's hair and sighed...
" You are concerned aren't you ?" Kerri whispered..
Natasha was silent for a moment,then nodded..." I am more than concerned little one..I sense great peril...for all of us."
Kerri turned and faced her Queen, looking up from where she sat.." Worry not Mistress...Jarin will locate the female pure blood...and Brahg will find Musater and destroy the traitor"
Natasha offered her consort a small smile " Jarin will not fail me...I've no concern there...what troubles me is Musater...why he turned on us...what his reasons where"
Kerri's eyes blazed " Musater has always been a fool...just as his Sister was...his ambitions will be his undoing."
Natasha frowned.." But that's just it little one...what are his true ambitions?...To betray me...he would almost certianly be in league with some force...some power ...he would have never turned against me if this were not so."
Kerri paused...her brow furrowed.." But who?...there are none who would oppose you...save the blood drinkers.."
Natasha froze...her mind racing...a single name slipped through her scarlet lips..." Pontius."
... The Black SUV pulled swiftly in behind a simular vehicle which sat near a small quiet park.
Brahg and his pack exited the SUV and made their way towards their comrades, a pack of Grubrah lead by a giant of a beast called Ivan...
" You've already investigated Musaters dwellings correct ?" Brahg asked as he came to a stop in front of the towering Grubrah.
Ivan nodded " The home is empty...though only recently vacated by the scent..."
Bragh frowned..." We must find him...and soon."
The huge Grubrah smiled " Don't worry Lyceon...we will track him...I have his scent...he won't escape."
Brahg snarled at the giant " Remember your place Grubrah...I am Alpha here."
Ivan scowled but nodded " Alpha by the Queens command...come Brahg ..follow us...we shall find Musater and together rend the traitorous cur limb from limb."
Ivan and his pack returned to their vehicle and waited for Brahg's group to follow...
Soon both SuV's patrolled the dim streets...moving slowly and with purpose..
As time past, Brahg grew impatient...he wanted Musater...he personally wanted to deliver the traitor's head to the Queen..
Reaching for his phone, Brahg was thrown forward as his SUV slammed on it's breaks...
" Fool!!" Brahg roared striking Boris.." What did you stop for..?"
" Because they did.." Boris replied pointing to the vehicle in front of theirs
Brahg sighed and prepared to dial Ivan's number when his own phone rang....it was Ivan.
" You have something ?" Brahg answered.
" Those woods...to the left.." Ivan replied..." The scent leads there."
" Vehicles can't go in there...we must continue on foot." Brahg said
" I see why you are Alpha.." Ivan chuckled and hung up.
A moment later the two packs had assembled at the edge of the woods, Brahg sniffing at the air...
" He went this way alright" the wolf nodded " And he is not alone.."
Ivan stared at Brahg, a small smile on the big wolf's face.." At least two others...one scent is...powerful"
Brahg nodded again.." Very...come, we move with caution..when we find them..at my signal ...we go into them together"
The huge Grubrah grinned " Have no fear Alpha...they will not escape."
Together the two packs moved slowly into the surrounding forest.
OK Chowder...Musater is about to have a lot of company.
Well then, when you do an "...And then Musater heard them coming/smelled the coming/thought they might be someone coming...etc" type post..I'll set up an event intro.
Artyom drove out of the drive way, talking about Dimitri, vodka, and women to his brothers.
"Do you remember the time Dimitri shotup that house full of kiddie wolfs?" Ori said
" oh yeah, he loved that so much!" Artyom responded
NPC Player; TheWildhost
Character; Ori
Race and clan/archetype: Soilder Hunter
Physical Description; Tall, black hair,l deep gray eyes, muscular
Equipment; Supplie backpack, 2 demo-charges, camera spike, binoculars, Blade Of Hellfire( Anti Vampire) AK-74 with silver bullets, Glock 18
Backstory; Ori Is the 4th child in artyom's family
Other info: Ori Is Artyoms new spotter
Virtue- He has a very good eye
Vice- He is a very Muderous person
NPC Player; TheWildHost
Character; Josph
Race and clan/archetype: Juggernaut
Physical Description; Smallest of the Family, Green eyes, brown hair, muscular
Equipment; Spas 12, .44 Magnum Revolver, Cross about a foot long
Backstory; Josph is a decicated fighter, he is the second oldest in the family.
Other info: Josph will give up his life for Ori Or Artyom
Virtue- Strength(Partially given by faith in god)
Vice- Greed, Josph is very,very greedy
You picked a good time to return to the RP as The Hunters have just taken a pretty good beating.
However, in the future please keep in contact with me via PM if you plan on taking such a long hiatus from The RP or I will have to consider your Characters inactive/dead.
"Know what I've been thinking," Andy said trying to lighten the mood a bit, "why doesn't the network use wolves."
"Because they have to kill every full moon or something like that." Ace answered while Jack looked at Andy.
"Well, for the rest of the times they have control and in those times we could have wolves working for us." Andy continued his train of thought, "THink about it, how do we know something is a wolf or a vamp?"
"Wolves turn into wolves and vamps are kind of pale most of the time, plus they just look kind of different." Joker shrugged.
"Well, a wolf knows if someone is a wolf because they can smell it and the same applies to vamps." Andy reasoned, "We have vague guesses until its too late and they know for sure so you would think that we would want something that would help us make sure."
"Are you saying you want to use me as a tool?" Vegas asked.
"Yeah, you get the point."
"I can't help but think your motivation for this kind of thought is a bit biased Andy." Ace shook his head, "The network would never approve of it, you can ask the forum and they would whole heartedly go against you."
"I bet that there's some hunters who would listen." Andy countered, "We do a test run and see how well it works out, hell maybe we can have Vegas track down Dez..."
"Ahem." Vegas interrupted, "I'm not completely turned yet you know, besides shouldn't you ask me my opinion of such things?"
"Well fine, do you want to go after Dez at some point?" Andy asked reluctantly.
"Yes." Vegas replied coldly.
"Okay then, see I was just going off of previous events because I know a little bit about you from working with you in Empire city you know." Andy was getting excited, the thought of using a wolf against a wolf was new to him and if it worked he could help usher in a new program for the network. He would either be proclaimed a hero or a lunatic, but it would be worth it just to test it out.
"Well, I need to get patched up right quick." Andy said as he began to leave the room, the shrapnel in his forarm began to launch a new assault on his nerves.
"Wait, what about Vegas and any other potential wolves?" Joker asked, "What about the full moon then?"
"Well, in this case once the deal is done we'll be given someone she can eat or whatever." Andy said almost happily.
"Wait, you're going to feed a person to a werewolf?" Ace asked in shock.
"Its no big deal, I've fed someone to a vampire before." Andy continued walking while Ace stood in the doorway to Vegas's room. He glanced over to Vegas who shrugged.
"Its a long story I guess, but just to let you know Andy is very... interesting." Vegas began.
Andy and his rebel ideas...one day the Network just might be sending a Hunter after him.
One quick thing, due to the fact that Vegas has been biten, her wounds from being shot are obviously healing quickly..
@ Fitzz Andy is to the hunter network as Eisenhorn is to the Inquisition aight, he seems to be more radical in his ideas. But, as they say: When in Rome...or in this case, Prague...
I think I'm going to enjoy watching Vegas writhe and squirm as she tries to cope, hope that doesn't make me a horrible person
... Kerri recoiled, a look of disgust on her face at the mere mention of the Vampires name...
" Pontius..!" she spat " Why in the name of the Blood Wolf would Musater throw in with Pontius against you my Queen?"
Natasha ran her fingers through her coal black hair, shrugging slightly " I have my suspicions little one...most centering around my Uncle."
Kerri frowned, her confusion obvious..." Uncle?"
Natasha stroked the young she wolf's face " A story from long before you were born my love...sufice to say my dear Uncle and the leech Pontius where...reluctant allies."
The young wolf. still confused, pressed on " But your Uncle..where is he now?...would he have swayed Musater?"
Natasha laughed " My Uncle has been...in dispose for some considerable time now" Natasha's face darkened " But...should he have found a way to...return...then it's a high probability that Musater is responsible...and that both are in Leauge with the eternal leech."
Kerri shook her head..." Then it will mean war Mistress...war with the Vampires...and with our own trecherous kind."
Natasha smiled, enfolding her consort into her arms " I am no stranger to war my love...and I am far to cunning and crafty to be caught of guard by a handful of rabble and an egotistical blood sucker.."
" But.." Kerri began to say, but Natasha silenced her with a kiss slipping her robes from her body.
" Have faith little one..." Natasha smiled as she gently pushed Kerri onto her bed " We shall triumph...in the end."
WARORK93 wrote:@ Fitzz Andy is to the hunter network as Eisenhorn is to the Inquisition aight, he seems to be more radical in his ideas. But, as they say: When in Rome...or in this case, Prague...
I think I'm going to enjoy watching Vegas writhe and squirm as she tries to cope, hope that doesn't make me a horrible person
Nope not at all...I'm looking forward to it myself..
And I'd say comparing Andy to Eisenhorn is pretty accurate.
halonachos wrote:That's our Andy...*mocking 50's sitcom characters when they talk about the lovable scamp.*
" Ok son. now just swing as hard as you can and crack that old Werewolf right in the puss."
" Gee Dad...are ya sure?"
" That's how we do things Andy...that's how we keep things Happy here in Happyville."
" Gosh Dad...your the greatest."
" I know son...I know."
You picked a good time to return to the RP as The Hunters have just taken a pretty good beating.
However, in the future please keep in contact with me via PM if you plan on taking such a long hiatus from The RP or I will have to consider your Characters inactive/dead.
Sorry, I have been busy with others, but the other hunters really need the manpower
Outside a small gas station (Oh how I hate american idioms, but alas...) a young man of the name of Trent, a certain business partner of a large and financially sound exports company, pulled his Mercedes in, conscious that the fuel gauge was in the red. He hadn't wanted to come out to Prague, but his associates lived here, and if he was going to continue to get shipments across to America without suspicion, he had to come out here to make some crucial deals.
Trent stepped calmly out of the car, and brushed down his crisp pin stripe suit, before rearranging his tie. The only other people around at this time of night was a man wrapped in what Trent presumed was his clothes, though they looked more like rags, and an elderly women moving across from her small and battered car, to pay for the fuel at the shop. Trent spied only one employee in there, who was leaning on his elbow, reading a magazine. Upon deciding he didn't need to keep up appearances, he took his jacket off and casually threw it back into the backseat, before he loosened his tie. He then walked over to one of the pumps, and began to refill his car, casually glancing at his rolex, wandering how long he had until his arranged meeting. Upon filling up, he walked back over to his car and pulled out his wallet, grabbing a fistful of notes, and then walked over to the shop. Upon entering, his ears were greeted with a symphonic noise of Czech music. It wasn't what he usually listened to, but since his Ipod had ran down, he'd taken to listening to the radio, and he found the music wasn't all bad. He walked over to the counter, and lined up behind the old lady, who turned and smiled at him. The Queue moved swiftly along, and soon he was paying, with difficulty, to the man on the till. He didn't grip the currency here very well, and wasn't sure how much he needed to pay. After several seconds of broken conversation using what little of the language he knew, he eventually just tossed over all the bills, and turned to leave. But something caught his eye. Something that had caught everyone elses eye almost simultaneously.
A single man was walking casually up to the station, a scarf covering his face. He was casually tossing around a can of spray paint in hand, but his eyes were set hard on the people within the shop. As he crossed the distance towards them, he paused next to Trents car, looking at it with a casual eye. He turned, and began to walk around it, taking it in. A second later a fist furiously punched through the glass, and opened the door, and the masked man stepped into his Mercedes, and began fiddling with the ignition.
"HEY!" Trent yelled, running out towards his car, fists bunched.
Ryan popped his head out of the car, and smiled. He had made the right choice. The man rushing towards him didn't look at all old or ill. He looked like a perfect meal. Ryan slowly stepped back out and placed his hands on the bonnet.
"Nice car you got here fella."
Trent through a punch at the man, his blood boiling, eyes wild. It was his last mistake he would make, as Ryan leaned out of the way of the wide swing, before throwing one of his own. The only difference was his punch was lined with claws, and it connected heavily with the throat.
From within the shop, the three onlookers watched as a fountain of arterial spray soaked the mysterious man as he withdrew Trents windpipe with one hand. And then he was gone, a dead weight slung over his shoulder, as he returned to Star, meal in hand.
But folks, all things have ramifications, you must remember that our young victim Trent had an appointment. Now, because he died, the appointment never happened, and because of this, the deal with his company was off. And because of this, the company went bankrupt. And because of this, Trents family lost their fortunes due to share prices crashing. A-and because of this, they found themselves living on the streets, eventually dying a horrible death when a stray vampire was on the prowl.
I can say that happened because of the Fitzz-Ghosty Clause. I am allowed to go so far to cause widespread genocide if I so wish, provided I can write a good bit of fiction for it.
Vukojevic blacked out as he was thrown into the side room. He last room was Suzie surrounded by the red figures wo had rawn silver swords. When he came to he was surrounded by light, every colour he could imagine and more. People above thrashed around him, each in tune to their own rythm that only they could hear while in the corner three masked flesh things created anti-music on several massive Drums. Trying to stand up several of the crazed dancers smashed into him. Desperatley trying to gather his senses he tried to remeber where he was. Suddenly the anti-music stopped and the flesh mannequins began to beat out a slow rythm as though they were at a gallows. Infornt of him a stahe appeared with several women dancing and exciting the crowd. Then from what seemed like a solid wall leapt a topless man. His body covered in massive muscles and scars. From behind him he flourished a dagger with a gold handle and with many preciuos jewels laid into it.From the other side of the hall three bound women were dragged across they hall by six seemingly innocent shildren. The women were dumped on the stage next the man. The trio began to scream as they saw the nkife the giant was wielding. With one swing his slit all three necks. Arterial spray covered the brute in red blood. With a grin he licked his lips and threw the three corspes into the crowd. all the dancers nearby leapt ontop the bodies and began riping at them and satisified some dark thirst with human flesh.
Whats the matter boy, not hungry In all the confuision a woamn had sidled up to Vukojevic. NOw she turned to face.
I, I, I, just don't understand what
Understand what honney? Here at the crooked house we are free to set free our desires not matter dark or sick.
Oh feth, feth feth
Whats the problem?
I've got to find my master, she was in danger
Shush, you really need to unwind, here she will be fine. Lord Caine protects us all. He will lead us to a new age of prosperity.
Just feth off and leave me alone bitch Vukojevic shoved her and turned to try and find an exit.
Bastard!!!
Vukojevic felt a massive force slam into the back of his head and for the second time that day he fell unconsciuos to the floor
Here's the thing Shas, Andy, while awesome, is not omnipotent. He hasn't seen Dez since Empire City when he was human so the wolf that attacked the ghouls was just some wolf who really didn't like ghouls. The second time they met Dez was just some wolf who happened to be Pontius's target. THe third time they met Dez was in human form and kidnapping Vegas for super happy funtimes. I mean, Dez really hasn't done too good of a job painting himself as one of the good guys.
That said, Andy himself hasn't really painted himself as one of the good guys either.
halonachos wrote:Here's the thing Shas, Andy, while awesome, is not omnipotent. He hasn't seen Dez since Empire City when he was human so the wolf that attacked the ghouls was just some wolf who really didn't like ghouls. The second time they met Dez was just some wolf who happened to be Pontius's target. THe third time they met Dez was in human form and kidnapping Vegas for super happy funtimes. I mean, Dez really hasn't done too good of a job painting himself as one of the good guys.
That said, Andy himself hasn't really painted himself as one of the good guys either.
I was clearly Dez...
... and I was helping...
... second time you attacked me and tried to take away my father...
... third time, I just thought feth it, those mo-fos are going down...
One has to look at the whole Vegas/Hunters/Dez situation from a certian perspective....
The way I see things, Vegas really wanted to kill Dez from the moment he turned back in Empire City, but was hesitant at that time, perhaps out of some empathy due to Holly's condition...
So Dez was spared...
However, over the passage of time, Vegas became a Witch Hunter, and thus less " forgiving"...so shooting Dez at the Hospital when she recognized who he was made sense....she may have just felt like she was doing what she should have done months ago....unconcerned with weather Dez was " there to help " or not.
The attack at the Lunar Brotherhood flat, well...Andy has his deal with Pontius to get his wife back, and of course Vegas would continue with her attempts to finish off Dez...
Peoples motivations don't always "make sense" and are often dictated by personal passions/prejudice...
TheWildHost wrote:^ Like artyom leaving(I'll explain his leave for so long later)
That's fine if you wish too, I simply chalk it up to him grieving the loss of brother...besides in actual "Game Time" Artyom was only gone for a few days.
FITZZ wrote: Peoples motivations don't always "make sense" and are often dictated by personal passions/prejudice...
yea longinus found that out the wrong way
Exactly, what one individule perceives as perfectly rational and obvious, another will see as absolute rubbish or even insanity...
Or as something that can be used against them.
Such as their darling wife and unborn child ,
But earlier to day I rembered that Smalls got chucked into the incinerator in the farm, i'm sure he did.
Nope, Danny was thrown into the incinerator after being violently dealt with by someone who's name begins with 'An' and ends with 'dy'. I need to go back and see how many people Andy has killed; Sean was the first, that little aztec mini-wolf, Longinus(indirectly), Pinkerton(put him in the sunlight), Azazel(still has his severed head), and lord knows how many others.
Andy; for when you absolutely positively need something dead and are morally gray.
@ Chowder...still waiting on a post from you so I can start the "forest event".
...Also waiting on post from Aurelia, need to wrap up the business with Jarin n New Orleans.
Hell, come to think of it I really need RP's from Mordo, MDS,..and more from Larkin concerning Vampire activity, the crooked house and Wendy...
I really want to give this whole RP a good kick in the pants and get some events going and the story moving quicker.
TheWildHost wrote:^ Like artyom leaving(I'll explain his leave for so long later)
That's fine if you wish too, I simply chalk it up to him grieving the loss of brother...besides in actual "Game Time" Artyom was only gone for a few days.
I'd just ascribe it to the time it takes to get from Prague to Russia and back by car...
Speaking of the passage of time...I can't help but wonder how far away the next in game full moon is away, I know it was mentioned around here somewhere but its been a while and actual game time always confuses me because it jumps back and forth from post to post...
TheWildHost wrote:^ Like artyom leaving(I'll explain his leave for so long later)
That's fine if you wish too, I simply chalk it up to him grieving the loss of brother...besides in actual "Game Time" Artyom was only gone for a few days.
I'd just ascribe it to the time it takes to get from Prague to Russia and back by car...
Speaking of the passage of time...I can't help but wonder how far away the next in game full moon is away, I know it was mentioned around here somewhere but its been a while and actual game time always confuses me because it jumps back and forth from post to post...
That's actually my fault, I normally keep track of Night/Day/Full Moon and that sort of thing...but have let it slip lately...
To set things right...it is currently 3:00 Am in the morning Games Time and the Next Full Moon is Tomorrow.
FITZZ wrote:That's actually my fault, I normally keep track of Night/Day/Full Moon and that sort of thing...but have let it slip lately...
To set things right...it is currently 3:00 Am in the morning Games Time and the Next Full Moon is Tomorrow.
*Rubs hands together conspiratorially* Perfect....
Hunters incapacitated...
big wolf on wolf fight coming up...
and quite a few other twists that have yet to be revealed...
FITZZ wrote:That's actually my fault, I normally keep track of Night/Day/Full Moon and that sort of thing...but have let it slip lately...
To set things right...it is currently 3:00 Am in the morning Games Time and the Next Full Moon is Tomorrow.
*Rubs hands together conspiratorially* Perfect....
Hunters incapacitated...
big wolf on wolf fight coming up...
and quite a few other twists that have yet to be revealed...
oh, this is gonna make some good reading.
It also puts Vegas in a very difficult position in that having just recently been bitten she will be facing the "Frenzy" ( which accures in wolves during full moon) with little idea of how to control it at all.
FITZZ wrote:It also puts Vegas in a very difficult position in that having just recently been bitten she will be facing the "Frenzy" ( which occurs in wolves during full moon) with little idea of how to control it at all.
Hmmmmmm...Lets see, where have I seen that before?
FITZZ wrote:It also puts Vegas in a very difficult position in that having just recently been bitten she will be facing the "Frenzy" ( which occurs in wolves during full moon) with little idea of how to control it at all.
Hmmmmmm...Lets see, where have I seen that before?
Spoiler:
Oh yeah, that's where...
srsly though, the likeness is uncanny IMO...
...I was actually thinking the same thing last night.
With Vegas Witch Hunter dedication I foresee some very interesting developments taking place.
The phone chimed, shattering the brief and dark tension of the trashed hospital hallway with a cheerful note made morbid by it's implications. Andy Bruss reached into his pocket and flipped the cell phone open with a deft flick of his thumb, whipping the device to his ear and seeking privacy in a nearby room, closing and locking the door behind him as he did. The voice on the other end was full of cruel mirth, his words jaunting with glee as if he knew a terrible secret that would undo Andy entirely.
"Hullo, Bruss, it's been awhile hasn't it?"
Andy gritted his teeth, wanting to hurl curses at the vampire, but bit his tongue as he replied; "The wolves you wanted dead have been dealt with, I've done what you wanted, now give me my wife and child!'
Oliver's lilting laugh tinkled through the receiver. "It's not that simple Bruss, there was more, much more, and you know it. You've already completed the First Unspeakable Task by allowing her to do die, the next two are much harder. You know of whom I speak, do you not? Would you rather I reveal your hand in her murder than make good on our deal?"
Andy protested, his voice rising slightly as he spoke in a firm, yet defensive tone. "You vamp son of a bitch, I didn't kill her! It was the wolves that put those rounds into her!"
"Yet it was by your hand that those rounds found their mark, her blood is on your hands, Bruss. You would be a fool to think otherwise. Now, will you complete your end of the bargain, or will I have to let the cat out of the bag?"
Andy paused, chewing his lip so fiercely that a bead of ruby blood ran down his chin. "No one will believe you, leech. I'll do your twisted business, not for you or that fethface Pontius. I'll do it for Wendy and my child, don't you ever think otherwise."
Oliver tittered on the other line, speaking slowly and vilely, as if to allow the horror of every word sink deep into the recesses of Andy's heart and soul. "The Second Unspeakable Task must be completed. You and the rest of the Network agents in Prague will travel to the deep wood not far from the city, and will wait until a minute after midnight. The Crooked House will then appear. Knock three times on the door to enter. Then, follow the Guide to the Marl Pit behind the House. Find Tommy Rawhead, he will give you your child, whole and unspoiled. Your wife will remain with Pontius until you complete the Third Task. You know of what I speak, ensure that the cut is clean, you can afford no mistakes." The line whent dead, and Andy was left holding the phone in leaden, clammy hands.
FITZZ wrote:It also puts Vegas in a very difficult position in that having just recently been bitten she will be facing the "Frenzy" ( which occurs in wolves during full moon) with little idea of how to control it at all.
Hmmmmmm...Lets see, where have I seen that before?
Spoiler:
Oh yeah, that's where...
srsly though, the likeness is uncanny IMO...
...I was actually thinking the same thing last night.
With Vegas Witch Hunter dedication I foresee some very interesting developments taking place.
Did we seriously just end up recreating the Van Helsing movie by accident? I have mixed emotions about that...
Will have an actual response tomorrow, or later today however you look at it.
FITZZ wrote: ,..and more from Larkin concerning Vampire activity, the crooked house and Wendy...
Well wendy is with Isaac and Smalls is in charge, and suzie did just walk into the eleysium with Cin there, i feel thats Mordo's realm and am at his whim there. But I can do more of vuko's posts and the ghoul sector in the crooked house
The gang had left him to die. Carl was alone in the woods, walking, waiting for something to strike. His kidnappers had ran, and now he sat in fear, waiting for whatever horrid monster they had in mind to eat him do just that.
"Guys, please. Stop. Why do you have to do this?" Carl was getting angry. Not only at the people who took him, but at his friends, for leaving him and not attempting to get him back.
Musater walked out of the bushes. "Yeah. Like we'd let you die. You're still a pureblood. Way to important to the plan." Musater began to walk back into the bushes, then stopped.
"Does anyone else smell that? It's like... Pot... and.... dog... LONGAR, ESMERELLA, VAMPYRE, GET OUT HERE!"
The three walked out of the bushes, looking confused. Longar was changed, of course.
"Does anyone else smell that?" Musater asked.
"Yeah, actually." His wife replied.
"I can sense the wafting scent of which you speak, Lycan." The Vampyre stabbed.
"Good. That means that I'm not going insane, and that someone is tracking us..." Musater mused, looking for a russel in the bushes.
Chowderhead wrote:The gang had left him to die. Carl was alone in the woods, walking, waiting for something to strike. His kidnappers had ran, and now he sat in fear, waiting for whatever horrid monster they had in mind to eat him do just that.
"Guys, please. Stop. Why do you have to do this?" Carl was getting angry. Not only at the people who took him, but at his friends, for leaving him and not attempting to get him back.
Musater walked out of the bushes. "Yeah. Like we'd let you die. You're still a pureblood. Way to important to the plan." Musater began to walk back into the bushes, then stopped.
"Does anyone else smell that? It's like... Pot... and.... dog... LONGAR, ESMERELLA, VAMPYRE, GET OUT HERE!"
The three walked out of the bushes, looking confused. Longar was changed, of course.
"Does anyone else smell that?" Musater asked.
"Yeah, actually." His wife replied.
"I can sense the wafting scent of which you speak, Lycan." The Vampyre stabbed.
"Good. That means that I'm not going insane, and that someone is tracking us..." Musater mused, looking for a russel in the bushes.
The darkness of the midnight sky hung over the main road to the village of Broumy to the southwest of Prague. As crickets chirped in the darkness the small flat back van chugged up the road, and came to a pause at the turning towards the village. Three figures hoped off, and one of them waved off the strangely placid driver, who turned his vehicle around returning to his journey, with little to no idea why he had taken a side road to Broumy in the first place.
Nero paused as he looked up the cold and bleak looking road that lead to their destination. His hand moving to his pocket, before removing a cigarette and lighting it with one smooth motion as he began up the road.
"If you where Human I'd probably have said those thing will kill you by now." Scarlett muttered with a sly grin.
Nero raised an eyebrow, sharing a brief glance before returning his gaze to the road ahead as he walked.
"It does add a certain something though?"
Scarlett chuckled.
"I shouldn't have let you loose in my movie collection at the Rain, spent way too many hours watching films from the forties and fifties."
"Cary Grant, Sometimes angels rush in where fools fear to tread." Nero said half to himself as they walked. Scarlett shook her head with dismay, and glanced back at Olivia bringing up the rear.
Scarlett had noticed Olivia had been quiet for sometime, she was having trouble adjusting to all the rapid changes. Although after being trapped as a spirit between worlds for nigh on four hundred years, Scarlett suspected she would have 'issues' as well.
"How far?" Scarlett asked looking back.
"Up to the village, then down a small track to the forests, Castle Broumy is nestled under the hill." Nero said as he motioned grandly to some structure beyond their vision. She could tell he was eager to return to the place he had called home in Europe.
"And you really lived here?"
"Yes, a long time ago though. It may have changed a fair bit since my last visit, although as long as the ward access is still there, everything will be as planned."
"And if it isn't?"
Nero paused again and took a long drag from the cigarette before looking back at his two companions.
"It will be, I don't see how any mortals could have found it."
Scarlett watched as Nero turned back up the road, walking with a purpose as he lead them to his home, she couldn't help but feel something waited for them out there in the dark. Her only concern being was it hostile or not.
"I hope you are right."
Scarlett paused to allow Olivia a few moments to catch up, and then slid her arm around her shoulder and walked with her side by side, neither taking a look at the other as they walked. Nero kept walking, taking only a heartbeat to ponder Scarlett's concerns.
"So do I." He whispered under his breath.
Without any further comment the three carried on up the road, if Nero knew his 'friends' in the region as well as he thought, they would know he would make his way to Castle Broumy at the earliest convince. All he could do is hope the messenger was not one of his bitter rivals, and there was at least the slim chance of a respectful meeting.
Sorry for being away for a bit... chaos in life and all. Heres the post bringing my character upto date time wise.
IC... Louisiana bayou, somewhere SW of New Orleans
"More!"
Erzuli paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked back at Screech: the girl had put on a little weight since she had started to provide her with human flesh and it had also calmed her somewhat. The experiments had proved more fruitful the last few days and her resistance to being placed on the table had been non-exsistant. She flicked through the notebook in her hand, putting the pen between her lips and chewing thoughtfully. This was the first time she had recorded a distinct change in behaviour in a subject and it was certainly an area she had not considered before. Looking back at the girl, for once she wasn't sure whether to be suspicious. Perhaps Novak's absence had left her annoyingly isolated, perhaps she was going soft but this girl was becoming intriguing. Screech sat on top of the engine she was chained to, her naked human form already showing signs of healing from the last batch of tests her captor had performed. Erzuli stood there thoughtfully for a moment, tracing the scar on her chest with the pen.
"You want more... food?"
Screech nodded eagerly, her long, tangled blonde hair making her look quite innocent despite the demands implications.
"The raven said the food is good fresh!"
The pen stopped tracing her scar as Erzuli thought through what the girl had said; a slight grin formed. Perhaps she was not going soft after all. She turned and headed up the stairs.
"Be patient a little longer; we shall talk before you feast."
The choking air surrounded him, the stench of death, decay, the sweetness of countless herbs, the accursed smell of his last meal that wasn't liquid. He was bound, naked, to an old metal frame bed, vertically placed in a room of blood, screaming for release, swearing at the witch who put him here. The chattering of a thousand birds in his ears began as it always did at this moment. The pain surged and subsided over and over, his chest, thighs, arms, even his tongue; all of them felt like they were burning and healing, scarring over then being opened again. It went on for an age, worsening and then the laughing began. A new element of his torture. He looked around for the witch, for Anamari, so he could escape, kill her for what she was doing to him. He saw the knife, the massive hulk of a blade on the table in front of him. Pulling at his bonds he felt his arms free, even as the laughter grew louder. He reached out for the blade, a strain on his neck pulling him back just made him reach out further. The wretched air began to fail to get to his chest: his eyes began to roll back as his fingers touched the handle.
Sensing real air in his lungs, Hugo opened his eyes and tried to scream again, to reach out, take hold of the knife in front of him, to begin his escape. The ancient kitchen was of an era he had only ever seen in schoolbooks and movies and it stank with the odor of the plants the filled it. His bed was put up against a wall next to a sink, a slab-like wooden table stood in front of him, the knife, one of many sharp or serrated lined upon on side. Blood, old and new stained the wood in unending shade of red. The whole scene was like some sort of twisted cross between a garden and a butcher's block. Feeling the fear and anger rise again through a haze of sensation in his mind, he pulled forwards again, achingly close to the knife. The rope around his neck strained and there she stood again, grinning from behind the table in front of him. His own personal witch, this time with some sort of dog crouching next to her. He struggled to reach out for her but only one arm responded. Looking down he saw his one good arm bound, as always and an empty space on his left side, a blackened, ragged stump at his shoulder. He could smell a mix of burnt flesh and some sort of pungent medical stuff he didn't care to identify. He looked down at his chest, feeling a lack of pressure and found it bound and distinctly less in height than he remembered; similar pressures coursed up his thighs. The blood was his: he attempted to scream and the bound wound round his neck ached, a gift from her after his tirade of insults that first night.
Erzuli stroked Screech's head, a mixture of pride, amusement and wonder at the prospects of her new pet. The girl had bitten off the arm almost as soon as she was shown food: Erzuli had wondered whether to let him die but it seemed like a good time to up his ordeal. She twirled a long needle in her other hand, hoping that no more work would be needed. He had squirmed, flinched while she was trying to save him, some sort of dream. He'd been having those for a few days now, since she had increased the dose of his medicine to keep him quiet. His actions now were typical of the memory loss he was having too. She chuckled and pulled Screech's collar, causing the young wolf to stand full height above them both. Hugo looked at the scraggly grey-white werewolf with his arm in its mouth and the last sense of reality snapped in his mind. The wound at his throat started to seep liquid as he strained to scream.
The witch grinned again at him.
"You see my girl; sometimes waking up from a nightmare isn't the best option."
Chowderhead wrote:Don't do my event drunk. Please.
He's only drinking a few, and if I can imagine the badassery contained in Fitzz he would only be buzzed after emptying an entire brewery. His liver would just kick the alcohol's ass so fast that his brain wouldn't register it. Now I'm wondering if a werewolf or vampire can get drunk and now I'm imagining the shenanigans entailed.
Werewolf: I'm chasing my tail bro, I'm chasing my tail... whoah, the room is trying to chase my tail, let's get it room!
BIC:
Andy clicked the phone closed and something odd struck him as he did so. The fact that he had bit his lip to the point of bleeding was annoying but the fact that Oliver had told him that he would get his son for one part and then his wife for another also made him wonder about what was planned for him and the others. The lingering thought that this would be a trap grew larger and began to crowd into his mind, he was halfway through and Oliver had a sliver of truth in what he had said about Miranda. Sure Andy didn't pull the trigger that killed her, but he had made the deal and then had hoped that during the fight with the wolves that one of them would get to her. He was glad that one did because he would've had to make a decision that would probably lead to some half-assed attempt to break into that Crooked House and would probably leave them all dead. Now he had to convince them to go into the house and he was at a loss of good explanation for the new guys.
As he rubbed his temples in thought his other phone rang and he picked it up, "Hello?"
"Is this Andy Bruss?" a female voice asked from the other end.
"Who is this?"
"I'm sorry, this is Kerri with the Network."
"Oh really, been awhile since I've had a call from you."
"We finally got to your requests and we understand that you've been having problems with vamps so we placed a dead drop containing weapons for you."
"That was awfully nice of you, hell if I could I would plant one on you right now." Andy replied happily, he always loved getting new gear, "So what are we looking at?"
"Some new UV grenades and wooden bullets, I know that the bullets sound a bit useless but think of it as an incredibly fast stake." Kerri said very bureaucratically.
"Will do for now, best news I've had so far." Andy said as he began to end the call, "Thanks for the support will let you know how things go."
Andy walked into the room with a bright smile on his face and a bandage around his left arm, all of the shrapnel had been removed and his wounds were stitched. He eyed the other hunters and stood in front of them, "Okay guys I have good news and not so good news." Andy began and watched the reactions from the others.
"The deal I made with Pontius is almost done but he added something to it, before it was just I who would go into the woods, find the house and enter but now he wants me to take all of the hunters into the woods. He also said that I would get my son at one point and my wife at another, for you new guys my wife is five months pregnant with my first child so I don't know what kind of fethed up gak he's got planned. He also didn't mention the transfer of a traitor which was part of the original deal." Andy collected his breath, "The good news is we got a dead drop of anti-vamp weapons, UV grenades and wooden bullets which are supposed to drop a vamp like nobody's business. We'll be taking those with us into the woods and see what comes of it. He made no deal with me concerning harm to any of you so if he does do something that could lead to your harm its not part of the deal so you should defend yourselves."
"I plan to leave within 10 minutes, we've overstayed our welcome here and I want to get this over as soon as possible. To answer any other questions Vegas will be coming with us, I know that she's been bitten and is already turning but I'll make sure my decision to take her along won't hurt you either. Now you may be wondering why you new guys should go along with the plan, that would be the fact that this is the only time the network will be so close to this Crooked House and its a good chance to gather intel for the greater effort against them. That's the plan we get the gear and then we go camping."
Atop the Crooked House was a crooked tower, with single window lit by eerie yellow light. Dark manshapes could be seen, slashing at one another with cruel knives, laughing and screaming as they ruined their flesh in vile games. This was the Murder Room, and tonight, the Red King held court. Sitting upon a writhing throne of mewling meat, Cain sipped the suffering like a fine wine, letting the latent sadism sit briefly and warmly on his tongue before swallowing. Twisted ghouls with scabby hides tussled in the putrescent yellow glow, howling as they drew their blood and mutilated their skin in brutal games of horrid depravity. Other Kindred and domestic ghouls watched from the shadows, their blood-flecked faces alight with sadistic glee at the foul deeds committed for their amusement. Tonight was especially exiting, a visitor had been rude to the staff, and was now paying the price. Standing in the center of the wooden floor, holding a gory blade and covered in gouges and cuts, was Vukojevic.
...Ivan moved with amazing stealth through the gloom of the forest, his pack, three massive Grubrah following loosely behind, each tensed for combat...but moving with a fluid grace that belied there gargantuan size.
Several yards to their left, Brahg and his Lyceons moved with equal speed and fluidity, only slightly more cautious then their monsterous brethren...
As the packs stalked forward, Ivan raised a beefy hand indicating that they should halt, rapidly the massive Grubrah moved towards Brahg..
" Up ahead .." Ivan whispered as he peered into the darkness " Perhaps fifty yards...Musater, the Pure Blood...and.." the Grubrah sniffed the air..." at least two other wolves....one ...ancient...powerful."
Brahg nodded as he inhailed deeply himself..." There is another presence.." the wolf said lowly..
" I sensed it as well " Ivan replied..." A Vampyre...one like I've not encountered.."
Brahg's eyes narrowed...his gaze drifting into the distant gloom..." So..not only has Musater betrayed the Queen...he has also chosen to allie himself with our most hated of foe." the tall wolf spat in disgust
" It would seem as though Musater has plotted against our Queen..." Ivan agreed " Come..but be cautious.."
Advancing slowly, the two packs emerged into a clearing, the embers of a dying fire flickering in the night...
Brahg sniffed the air turning to Ivan..." They are here...I smell them.."
" There.." Ivan said pointing to a bound figure siting several yards away...
" The Lost Pure Blood" Brahg whispered again sniffing the air " We have found him..."
" That's not all you've found.." Came the voice of Musater from the gloom...
Ok Chowder...over to you, PM me your characters actions.
Mordo, since the Darkness that Lurks is with Musater you may either control his actions or let Chowder do it...up to you guys
EDIT:...Also just so you know the odds, there are four Grubrah ( Ivan +3 others) and four Lyceons ( Brahg + 3 others)
...The SUV jostled and bounced as it moved down a narrow rutted dirt road...
" Where in the name of the Great Wolf are we..?" Jarin cursed as his head slamed into the roof of the vehicle.
" Don ta worry none Buck " Jean Rea laughed as he swearved in and out of the crater like holes that pitted the dirt path " Me grew up in a place juz like dis one...you in good 'ands yeah...I get ya dere no worry."
" From what I can tell.." Richie said " The house the Voodoo lady said we'd find the Pure Blood in is just over that way..."
Jean Rea chuckled as he turned the SUV onto a small access road, even more ill kept then the one they'd been traveling..." ' Ang on to you ass Buck" the Cajun laughed to Jarin " Tings bout ta get real bumpy yeah."
Several minutes later, the SUV was making it's way into an overgrown dooryard of a run down plantation home...moving as close to the building as possiable the vehicle came to a halt.
Jarin stepped from the SUV, feeling both nauseous and relived as his feet touched the ground...the big wolf paused...tilting his head...
The scents were overwhelming...assualting the big wolf like a sledge hammer to his brain...the odor of rotted meat...decomposing bodies mixed with a sickly sweet smell Jarin couldn't identify drifted on the air
For the first time in centuries the Huge wolf felt a wave of unease wash over him...not exactly what he'd consider fear...but he admited to himself that this place filled him with a sense of hesitence.
" Spooky ain't it Buck." Jean Rea said from behind the big wolf..." You want I should go knock...or you gone do it?" the Cajun chuckled softly.
" My Queen commanded I return with the Lost Pure Blood...I will not fail her" Jarin snarled, shaking off his aprehention, the huge wolf stepped towards the dimly lit home...
From the gloom of a rickety porch, a voice, soft yet filled with power drifted to Jarins ears...
" What is your business here?" The shadow form asked..
The Huge wolf halted, genuienly Startled ...he paused for a moment and cleared his throat...his voice calm , he spoke .." I am emisary of She who is Queen of all Lycans...I seek an audiance with she who is called Ezruli...I have in my possesion information...information concerning her heritage that I am ceartin she will find most interesting..."
Jarin peered towards the porch and awaited a reply..
Ok Aurelia...Jarin has made contact, what happens from here is up to you...send your PM with your character actions.
@ Kais...Since Carl is your NPC, I think it's only fair that you decide how he will react in the event...so...please PM Car's actions ASAP.
Keep in mind he is currently tied up, in human form.
The feeling of a missing limb is strange, it was an odd feeling for Sven as it would for anyone, and he would still reach for things with his arm as it were still there but the worst feeling was the crippling pain he would feel in his missing arm, just a blank space of air that he could feel. He wished he could grab it and numb the pain but there was nothing to hold onto.
Sven knew he would be important and he wasn’t going to let himself be stopped. While this was a big problem there is no problem a good book can’t solve and he had just the book. It was an old Hebrew book. It was strange to because it was a book that he got from an abandoned Nazi mystic lab. The cover of the book had strange lettering on it but Sven recognized the word on the cover “Golem”.
Altering human flesh was something new to Sven but there is a first time for everything. First he took 10 pounds of clay along with herbs, chemical and the incantations needed. He shaped the clay into an arm mixing the needed ingredients into the arm, now for the hard part. Sven needed to reopen his arm. So he took a long knife and opened up the stump so the edge of the bone was showing. Sven downed a fistful of painkillers before this but he still felt an insane amount of pain while doing this. He then molded the clay over his stump and took a chisel to make symbols into the clay arm and then he started to say the incantations. He did everything he needed to keep his head steady but the pain and the drugs wouldn’t let him. First time it didn’t work, as with the next and next. It was unbearable, now Sven was shouting the words and adding his own flavoring to the ritual like “fething work, you horse gak arm!” His eyes were blood shot and his throat was raw as he yelled one final incantation while pounding his other fist on the table. When the final word came out of his mouth Sven stared at his arm but felt nothing at all. “feth, feth, feth, feth.” He then slammed his head on the table and starting weeping but then he gave a roar of pain which was coming from his phantom arm and the runes in the clay started to glow with arcane. When the pain was gone Sven stared at his new arm and grinned “Perfect!”
... Kerri closed her phone, a small smile slipping across her face...
She had located the number to contact the human Hunter Andy Bruss, whom Natasha had told her was a leader amongst the Hunters, and the, posing as one of the Hunter Network operatives had informed Bruss where he could locate a cache of experimental weapons the Queens agents had developed.
The young she-wolf's smile widened, her eyes filling with a sly light...if her plan worked the Hunters would turn the weapons on the cursed blood suckers...perhaps even on that great leech Pontius himself...and if the Humans died...so what..no loss to her Queen...or to her kind.
" Kerri?" Natasha's voice called from the bed chambers.
Quickly the young wolf exited the bathroom...slipping her cellphone into the pocket of her silk robe " I am here my Mistress" Kerri replied.
Natasha's eyes narrowed..." What are you up to young one...?" the Queen smiled.
Kerri bowed her head..." I...I contacted the Hunter...Bruss..I gave him access to some of the weapons your operatives have created...but...I told him I was with his Network....he doesn't know the weapons come from us."
Natasha paused, her face unreadable " ...And you did this for what reason." the Queen said flatly,one eyebrow raising slightly..
" Let our enemies slaughter or enemies my Queen." The young she-wolf replied " I meant only to protect you.."
The Wolf Queen smiled slightly, her ice blue eyes softening " Never act without my command young one...not even if your action are with the best intent."
Kerri sank to one knee " Forgive me my Queen...I acted only...out of my love for you." a single tear slipped down the she-wolf's cheek.
Natasha nodded, biting her lip lightly " You are already forgiven my loyal and devoted little one" with a swift motion The Queen drew back the bed sheets " Come...rejoin me."
The young wolf stood, wiping away her tears..." I adore you my Queen..." she whispered letting her robe slide from her body.
" ...And I you." Natasha said softly, her arms enfolding the young wolf and pulling her into an embrace.
Ok, I have one more write up I want to get in tonight...but first...another beer..
Nachos was correct BTW, I do have a ridiculously high tolerance...not that I'm advocating irresponsible drinking...remember ...know when to say when.
I've heard of both...but yet to try either, mostly I stick wit various Sam Adams, Jack Daniels and the occasional Henesy...I'm pretty "loyal" to my brands.
...Oh and here...since you asked so nicely...a quick peek at Natasha and Kerri...
@ WARORK....Don't worry man, I'm going to try to keep everything "bedroom related" very PG-13...no XXX details.
FITZZ wrote:@ WARORK....Don't worry man, I'm going to try to keep everything "bedroom related" very PG-13...no XXX details.
Its not that I have a problem with it.........okay maybe a small problem...
But that's not the point, the point is that while I have no problem tolerating such material for the sake of everyone's enjoyment (by no means do I want to press my beliefs on anyone here), my folks, however, are not inhibited by such pleasantries. Srsly, my dad's a cop and suspicious by nature so they are liable to do a top down search of my comp at any time, its happened before...
Anyway, they'd have a problem with it definitely, older people can be so closed minded, old fashioned, conservative, you know the type...
And that's my personal crap for the night, sorry for that but I felt an explanation was in order...
.....She had stalked the sewers beneath Empire City for months,feeding on the Humani cast offs at every oppertunity....disgusted by their stinking foul bodies...but growing more powerful with each and every kill.
She had been horribly wounded, burned beyond recognition, her former dark beauty gone in an instant...consumed in the merciless flames...
She had been aided, or so she recalled, by a repulsive..near mad Larve...the creature feeding her on rats until she gained enough streagth to hunt on her own...what had become of that pitiful creature...she did not know.
She had, in time, begin to resemble her former self...her great power returning, and even surpasing what it had once been...
She had risen ...like the fabled phoinex ...and her time to seek she who had visited this blasphemy upon her had come...
She had head West, towards the garishly lighted city of Las Vegas, her desire for vengence growing with each mile traversed..
She had arrived to late...missing her prey by mere days..
She had torn the throats from several Vampires in her quest to discover that which she sought..
She had laughed as a dying Vampire named Juilian had sputtered the words " Prague" before he lay still...
She had taken to the sky...moving East...bidding her time...
She was Lillith...and she would not be stopped.
FITZZ wrote:@ WARORK....Don't worry man, I'm going to try to keep everything "bedroom related" very PG-13...no XXX details.
Its not that I have a problem with it.........okay maybe a small problem...
But that's not the point, the point is that while I have no problem tolerating such material for the sake of everyone's enjoyment (by no means do I want to press my beliefs on anyone here), my folks, however, are not inhibited by such pleasantries. Srsly, my dad's a cop and suspicious by nature so they are liable to do a top down search of my comp at any time, its happened before...
Anyway, they'd have a problem with it definitely, older people can be so closed minded, old fashioned, conservative, you know the type...
And that's my personal crap for the night, sorry for that but I felt an explanation was in order...
Understood , I'll keep it in mind when posting future write ups.
I always imagined that whenever stuff like that happened they where hiding under the sheets with a flashlight and a tween type magazine taking personality quizzes for their perfect boyfriend and eating s'mores they made on the stove because their parents wouldn't let them use an open flame all while giggling like school girls...
Like in the zombie RP when Tombstone and Daisy were in the closet... didn't know that Tombstone liked Teen Vogue or s'mores.
halonachos wrote:I always imagined that whenever stuff like that happened they where hiding under the sheets with a flashlight and a tween type magazine taking personality quizzes for their perfect boyfriend and eating s'mores they made on the stove because their parents wouldn't let them use an open flame all while giggling like school girls...
Like in the zombie RP when Tombstone and Daisy were in the closet... didn't know that Tombstone liked Teen Vogue or s'mores.
What? are you kidding me ?...Tombstone LOVES s'mores, why at 10 years old he cut a mans throat for a box of gram crackers, a bag of marshmallows and a chocolate bar....oh and just to watch him die....yup S'mores and Johnny Cash...Tombstone loves them both.
If you have an innocent mind, then anything can happen under the covers. They could be riding a roller coaster, reading magazines, eating s'mores, giggling, etc.
halonachos wrote:If you have an innocent mind, then anything can happen under the covers. They could be riding a roller coaster, reading magazines, eating s'mores, giggling, etc.
Well exactly...problem is my mind hasn't been innocent ( or particularly stable) since I was ten.
...Anyway, that's me for the night...I accomplished the event intro's I wanted, as well as the write ups...so my work is done for now.
@ Everyone...Really happy with how things are going, keep those RP's coming and we'll get some more events going soon...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Meh RP coming up later today, maybe, currently little busy, as its the last school day of work...
... tomorrow, I go home for summer...
I've been done with school since May, funny that, you pay for college and go to school less than when you were in public school.
Presently I'm waiting for darksage to say that his guys are going along with Andy and Vegas, Sven will probably go along from what I'm seeing, but beserk needs to confirm it.
BIC:
Andy excused himself from the room and walked into a bathroom stall, again making sure no one else was in there with him. He pulled out the Pontius phone and dialed it, an almost annoyed Oliver answered, "What is it Andy? You know what to do and..."
"I have some questions about the deal Oliver, it seems that it has been altered a bit since we first spoke."
"Really, it seems fine to me."
"Not to me, first I was promised Smalls and I want to make sure that I get Smalls as well as my wife back in the same condition they were when they were kidnapped. Secondly, how about this, instead of you doing some kind of fethed up gak and giving me my son separate from my wife, which is really, really unsettling seeing as though I was guaranteed they wouldn't be harmed, I get Smalls first and then Wendy."
"So you don't want your son then?" Oliver said jestfully.
"Listen to me Oliver, I want Wendy and my son in the same conditions they were when they were kidnapped. Last time I checked Wendy was five months pregnant with my son, that means if they were genuinely unharmed they wouldn't be given to me separately." Andy tried as hard as he could to stay somewhat polite.
"You'll see Andy, besides we're making the deal here. Although maybe Pontius will change his mind."
"You call me back when things get clarified, I'm on my way to pick up some things and then I'll be heading into the woods." Andy said before he ended the call and sighed. "I may have to call it all off." Andy thought to himself as he tried to control his breathing.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Meh RP coming up later today, maybe, currently little busy, as its the last school day of work...
... tomorrow, I go home for summer...
I've been done with school since May, funny that, you pay for college and go to school less than when you were in public school.
Presently I'm waiting for darksage to say that his guys are going along with Andy and Vegas, Sven will probably go along from what I'm seeing, but beserk needs to confirm it.
Vegas played some patience while waiting. She tried everything to supress her sudden urge for dog-cookies. Instead she took Andy's coffee and emptied it in one big gulp.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Meh RP coming up later today, maybe, currently little busy, as its the last school day of work...
... tomorrow, I go home for summer...
I've been done with school since May, funny that, you pay for college and go to school less than when you were in public school.
Presently I'm waiting for darksage to say that his guys are going along with Andy and Vegas, Sven will probably go along from what I'm seeing, but beserk needs to confirm it.
Vegas played some patience while waiting. She tried everything to supress her sudden urge for dog-cookies. Instead she took Andy's coffee and emptied it in one big gulp.
She already got what's coming to her coffee-wise, Shas and I worked out that RP so that Vegas would be turned you know. You've just been Punk'd!
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Meh RP coming up later today, maybe, currently little busy, as its the last school day of work...
... tomorrow, I go home for summer...
I've been done with school since May, funny that, you pay for college and go to school less than when you were in public school.
Presently I'm waiting for darksage to say that his guys are going along with Andy and Vegas, Sven will probably go along from what I'm seeing, but beserk needs to confirm it.
Vegas played some patience while waiting. She tried everything to supress her sudden urge for dog-cookies. Instead she took Andy's coffee and emptied it in one big gulp.
She already got what's coming to her coffee-wise, Shas and I worked out that RP so that Vegas would be turned you know. You've just been Punk'd!
*Winks at Kais* ....Sure....i believe you... Only you and kais ....*shifty eyes*
Jarin waited for some response from the figure on the porch, finding it odd that, though he should have no trouble seeing clearly, for some reason he could not make out any features on the shadowy form...
Finally, the voice spoke again...soft and low..." I know nothing of you, nor of this Queen of which you speak...but your promise of information concerning my...past intrigues me..."
Jarin took a cautious step forward, again musing that for the first time in centuries he was unsure of himself..." Then you are the one...she who is called Ezruli?"
For a moment there was only the sound of cicadas deep within the bayou, Jarin had the distinct impression the figure was studying him...attempting to gauge his intentions..then she spoke..
" I am Erzuli..." again her voice intoxicating " Now...tell me, what is it you want with me....what is it you know."
Jarin bowed his head slightly, " Mistress" he said " As I first said...I have information concerning your identity...your true identity...information bestowed upon me by my Queen to be brought to you.."
" So you have said" Erzuli said, a touch of anoyance entering her voice.." I'd ask that you tell me what it is that you know...what it is that you've come for"
Jarin continued " You are one of the last...a Pure Blood of the Lycaelon...born of the wolf two hundred years ago....you are the most exhualted of our kind.."
" Go on" the woman said, leaning slightly forward against the chipping porch railing into the soft moon light.
Jarin paused, taken with the beauty of the she-wolf..he nodded and continued...
" As a pup..you were caught in a massacre ...a contigency of humans seeking to eradicate the Pure Blood line...they ambushed your pack." Jarin said " My Queen was amongst you...and believed herself to be the only survivor..until now"
A small frown passed over Erzuli's features.." And what is it that would have your Queen believe that I am who she thinks I am?"
Jarin reached into his jacket and produced a bound leather journal " The writings of someone very close to Queen...one who was there...Margo...the old wolf.."
Erzuli's eyes narrowed.
" Here...written on these pages " Jarin said holding the journal towards Erzuli " Margo detailed the massacre...the aftermath.. and how she went to great leagths to protect and conceal you from the humans."
Erzuli reached out and took the leather book from Jarin...she stood for some time, silently reading under the shining moon.
Finally, she looked up...her eyes locking with Jarins..."...And if what is written is true...what is it your Queen want's with me...?"
Jarin advanced slowly, pausing before the woman...his eyes burning..." To bring you back to her side...to protect you from those who would seek to destroy you...and...with your aid to bring about the age of the Great Wolf"
Erzuli said nothing...her eyes remaining locked on the huge wolf before her for several minutes..finally she spoke " You have given me much to consider...much to think over."
Jarin spoke, his voice deep and low " My Mistress...our enemies are everywhere..the very existance of our kind is at stake..I pray you to return with me.."
The woman again said nothing for some time, finally sighing lightly..." I would think we have more to discuss...join me" she motioned.
Jarin resisted the urge to press the issue, instead bowing his head slightly " It will be my honor"
The Big wolf motioned for his two comrades to remain by the SUV as he climbed the porch steps to where Erzuli stood...
Know what I like, the wolves and vamps have some kind of 'nobility' and a rank system while the hunters are like some kind of big clusterfeth. I think we need to work on that and I call dibs on Andy being the 'King of all that is totally Amazing and Bodacious'.
halonachos wrote:Know what I like, the wolves and vamps have some kind of 'nobility' and a rank system while the hunters are like some kind of big clusterfeth. I think we need to work on that and I call dibs on Andy being the 'King of all that is totally Amazing and Bodacious'.
Bodacious and Ultra Groovy...
...I would say Vamps and Wolves tend to have more of a " noble hierarchy" as they are more in tune with nature ( sounds sort of hippyish) but it's true...Hunters,being fully Human, seem to concern themselves primarily with there own agenda's...
Dez was about to leave the place of the battle, when he heard Atlas’ familiar voice ringing in his head again.
You do know that that girl, Rachel, still has the crossbow against vampires on her body
“What?” Dez questioned, annoyed at being reminded of these memories. “How do you know about Rachel? Or the crossbow?”
I have access to a few of your memories, but it is limited. Still, I would advise you to take the crossbow
“Of course, but I am a little uncomfortable with you knowing my memories.”
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Dez brought up the crossbow in his hands, remembering that it is nearly weightless, and light in his hands. He stared at the body of Rachel, and swore that he had taken revenge.
I am sorry, as I also used to have someone special, she died just like me
“Thank you.”
And with that he ran into the night.
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Dez stalked steadily through the forest, feeling the scent getting much stronger. It was close.
He gracefully leaped over a small tree trunk, which had fell on the floor, and continued on his path.
Suddenly the forest stopped, and he came across a fairly large wall, over which he could just see the top of a very large building. Wait, not a building. A castle.
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He paced along the wall, waiting to find a dip in which would mean a gate. He found it, and came around quickly to encounter an armed guard.
“Stop,” he heard a sinister, barking voice. “Move one muscle and I will tear you apart!”
“Humph,” he smirked. “I am the son of the lost pureblood, Carl. I pose no threat to you. And I think your Queen would like to see me.”
The guards were speechless; obviously they hadn’t been prepared for something like this, and were looking at each other, deciding on a course of action.
halonachos wrote:Know what I like, the wolves and vamps have some kind of 'nobility' and a rank system while the hunters are like some kind of big clusterfeth. I think we need to work on that and I call dibs on Andy being the 'King of all that is totally Amazing and Bodacious'.
Bodacious and Ultra Groovy...
...I would say Vamps and Wolves tend to have more of a " noble hierarchy" as they are more in tune with nature ( sounds sort of hippyish) but it's true...Hunters,being fully Human, seem to concern themselves primarily with there own agenda's...
Who has their own agenda, let me know and I'll have Andy deal with them the old fashioned way.
... " That's not all you've found.." Came the voice of Musater from the gloom...
" Huh?" Brahg uttered as he whirled just in time to see Musater and his female charge from the undergrowth...claws and fangs poised for the kill.
In a blur of motion, their snarls echoing throughout the forest the packs entangled, fur and blood filling the air as Musater tore the insides from a screaming wolf who'd been to slow to dodge his ambush.
Esmerella followed her mate. moving in low her jaws ripping and frothing as she dug into the soft yeilding underbelly of another charging wolf..
" Kill them!!" Brahg roarde..." Kill them all!!" lunging forward to meet the she wolf head on, his powerful jaws clamping deep into her throat..
Ivan whirled quickly in the direction of the exlosion of combat to his right, but before he could bark out a single command...his pack came under attack as well..
With a hearty ...almost jovial roar, Longar plowed into the rear of Ivan's pack, his fury unbound sending an unsuspecting Grubrah flailing through the air...his graceless flight abruptly halting against a giant oak tree.
As the dazed wolf stumbled to his feet and shook his head to clear it...he froze...drifting above him was a shape of pure darkness...it extended it's skeletal arms...a wicked smile spreading over it's corpse like features ..
Shaking uncontrolably ..the huge wolf pealed lose a blood curdling shriek as it's body erupted into a gyser of gushing blood..
Ivan roared , his eyes locking on the hovering Vampire...his rage burning...the huge Grubrah launched himself at the Strigoi...his ebony talons slashing madly into the necrotic flesh of the Vampire, tearing great gouges of dripping neat from the twisting Stigoi as he forced it to the ground...
" Pup!!" Musater bellowed as he charged to protect his mate, only to be blindsided by Boris..who clawed desperatly at the stronger wolf...
Brahg released his grip on Esmerella's neck, the gaping wound a mass of mangled flesh and blood matted fur....a sly smile split Brahg wolfish maw...
" Your mate..?" Brahg laughed as Musater fought to free himself from Boris grip..." Here...save her.." with a ear splitting roar Brahg sunk his claws into Esmerrela's neck...ripping her head free from her body in a spray of gore..
...With a sinister chuckle the tall wolf stood, holding the severed head before the wide staring eyes of Musater..." This is your reward traitor...but rest easy...your head will join hers soon enough."
...Digging his claws deeper into the hissing Vampire, Ivan howled with blood lust...his fury growing with each passing second...he tore deeper into the thrashing vampires throat...
With a gurgled hiss, the Strigoi mustered all of it's power and kicked the massive wolf away...it's eyes locking on the beast as it rose into the air...
In a flash Ivan was on his hind legs again...prepared to leap...
With a final hiss the Vampire vanished...a insubstantal shadow disapaiting in the moon light..
Ivan threw back his head and roared in frustration...the Strigoi had escaped him...for now.
Longar, bayed long and loud...as he again charged into the remaining Grubrah...the forest shaking with the fierce combat...
..before he could dodge or defend, a hulking Grubrah found himself disemboweled ...his insides spilling onto the leaf covered floor of the woods..
" Come!!" Longar bellowed..." Meet me in combat!!"...
With a deafening howl Ivan and the remaining Grubrah lept to meet his challenge...
" You fething bastard!!" Musater snarled at Brahg as he pivoted and ripped Boris' throat open...the small wolf's eyes widening in surprise as he coughed and spluttered...blood frothing from his fanged maw and pouring over his clawed hands as he fought to get to his feet...
Musater crouched before the tall wolf, his eyes blazed with hate.." You killed her.." Musater snarled, a choked sob catching in his throat..." I'm going to rip your guts out."
Brahg's smile widened ..." Come traitor...your lover waits for you in hell." the tall wolf snarled casually tossing Pups head aside...
Musater roared, a sound echoing from the bottom of his very soul and threw himself towards Brahg...his fanged maw drooling.
Longar was driven into the trunk of a tall tree, the assualting wolves tearing at his body...he felt his streagth drain as Ivan opened another deep and flowing wound in his abdomen...
" Must flee.." Longar thought cursing his opponents..." We must.."
Gathering all of his power...the giant wolf struck out..sending the two snarling Grubrah sprawling..
Brahg was knocked back by the fury of Musaters attack...the young wolf a blur of slashing talons and snapping jaws...
Musater felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him as his claws shredded Brahg's face and chest...causing the murderous wolf to yelp out in pain..
another slash and the Lycaelon tumbled to the ground...blood spewing from it's ruptured neck...
" I have you!!" Musater roared...his claws reaching back for the death blow...
Like a wrecking ball...Musater was struck...the impact knocking him across the forest floor...he coughed up blood and tried to stand...searching for the source of the attack..
Carl stood near the fallen Brahg..his eyes blazing as they locked with Musater...his claws clicking in the air ...
" Come!!" a booming voice in Musaters ear shouted as he was hauled from the ground..." We must flee.."
It was Longar, quickly dragging the younger wolf away from the scene of combat..
" Pup" Musater muttered as he rushed to follow the old wolf...
Dazed...angushied by the loss of Pup, Musater took no notice of Longar's bellowed curses ...
" Tell the Bitch Queen I will be seeing her soon!!" The huge wolf roared as he drug Musater along..." Tell her Longar comes for his throne!!"
" Should we follow!!?" The lone Grubrah asked of Ivan...his eyes eager for the chase...
" No Krell" Ivan shock his head..." Aid Brahg...I shall take the Pure Blood.."
Carl had begun to turn, attempting to run when Ivan cut his escape route off..." I will not harm you.." Ivan said " But for your safety...to protect you..I insist you come with us."
" I don't want your protection!" Carl Spat...
" We insist.." Ivan said again..his eyes narrow and filled with death as Brahg and Krell joined his side..
" What choice do I have.." Carl sighed..
" None." Brahg spat through a mouthful of blood..." None whatsoever."
Ok...body count time...
Musater is wounded.
Longar has 2 wounds
Pup is dead.
The Darkness that Lurks has been badly wounded and has fled .
2 Grubrah were killed..
Krell was wounded
Ivan was wounded
All of Brahgs pack was killed
Brahg took two wounds
... In Natasha's dimly lit bedchambers, the intercom system chimed softly...
" What now..?" Natasha sighed lifting her head and siting on the edge of the bed...
" Shall I attend to it Mistress.?" Kerri said softy, wiping a light sheen of sweat from her forehead.
Natasha shook her head...standing and pulling on her sheer robe " No...perhaps it's new's concerning O' Bryan...or from Jarin.."
The Queen gracefully moved across the room, reaching the intercom she spoke..." What is it..?"
" My Queen" the voice of a guard came over the system " We have taken an individule at the gates...he claims to be the son of a lost Pure Blood."
" What?!" Natasha exclaimed turning to her bank of CCTV monitors ...she stared at the image of several of her Guards standing near a young man...
She paused, remembering.." I know that face.." Natasha thought..." He was one of the Hunters in Empire City...the night outside the theater ...he had been bitten...bitten by Star.."
A sly smile spread over Natasha's face...
From next to her bed came the ring of her cellphone, Natasha motioned for Kerri to answer it and returned to the intercom
" Escort our...guest to the dinning chambers" Natasha told the Guards.." See that his wounds are tended to...feed him if he is hungry...keep him under watch...I shall speak with him shortly."
" Yes my Queen" The Guard answered...
Natasha turned back to Kerri , who was hanging up the phone...
" The call?" Natasha asked
" From Brahg..." Kerri replied..." They encountered Musater and his party...they took heavy losses"
" But Musater is dead?." The Queen said, her voice rising.." Or captured."
" Neither my Queen" Kerri replied " Musater was wounded...but managed to escape.."
" Damn that fool Brahg...I'll skin him alive .." Natasha snarled.
Kerri continued " Brahg did apologize for losing Musater...but adds that he had the Lost male Pure Blood in custody..and is bringing him to you.."
Natasha froze...and threw back her head and laughed " Ha...it appears we shall have a reunion then.."
Kerri tilted her head, puzzled.
" The Male Pure Bloods ...son..has just arrived at the gate." Natasha smiled.
" His what?" Kerri said in disbelife..
" His son...or so he claims to be..." the Queen said " I do know he was a Hunter...bitten several months ago...by Star."
Kerri stared wide eyed..." If Star was the one who changed him...then he'll be able to.."
Natasha nodded, her smile widening..." Then as a wolf created by Star...he'll be able to sense her up to several miles away.."
Kerri stood quickly..." So ...finding the missing Pure Blood pup ..?"
" Will be all the more easy.." Natasha said slipping into a tight mini dress and heels..." Come...dress yourself...we shall go great the Lost Pure Blood and his..son."
Musater's wife is dead, I have to a grief RP, and I have to get them both food.
Considering the fact you were fighting 8 wolves ( 9 if you counts Carl attacking Musater at the last second)...and that four of those wolves were Grubrah...you actually came out of the battle better than I thought you would.
