...Yup, this will defanitly be a two part event ( at least)...
Part one dice rolls done....fething brutal stuff...write up coming soon...
EDIT:... Sorry Guys, but my Son just reminded me that I promised him a game of 40K tonight....so I'm going to have to put the event write up off until later...
Family first y'know.
FITZZ wrote: EDIT:... Sorry Guys, but my Son just reminded me that I promised him a game of 40K tonight....so I'm going to have to put the event write up off until later...
Family first y'know.
FITZZ wrote: EDIT:... Sorry Guys, but my Son just reminded me that I promised him a game of 40K tonight....so I'm going to have to put the event write up off until later...
Family first y'know.
Its fine Fitzz, hope ya have fun!
And tell us who won when you get back!
As far as I can remember from an older thread about family interested in warhammer, Fitzz's son plays some kind of marine army. From other conversations, Fitzz plays... orks, so my money would be on Fitzz's son winning. That is if FIttz's son has armor and Fittz's orkz lack power klaws. Or if there is a good distance between the two armies then Fitzz should lose, you know what overall Fitzz should lose because he's fighting space marines and there's only one army capable of taking out space marines, that's right the imperial guard.
He stomped me into the ground.... ...I swear when that kid gets old enough I'm taking him to the Casinos...his dice rolling is that scary.
Anyway, My Orkz vs his " Omega Raptor" Space Marines...He brings two..two Devastator squads (Missle launcher load out) + select other " ork killing goodies"
...By turn two I was getting hammered, failing cover saves left and right and unable to hit much of anything myself...
...By turn five...well lets just say the Orks held one objective...the Space Marines held three and most of the Orks (and all of their warmachines) had been blown to bitz...
I had some good cc moments...but by and large he handed me my ass.
EDIT:...Anyway...Event write up time...I feel like sharing some pain...
See Fitzz, now you need to try the proven tactic of shorting the table. Put six inches of open table in between your orks and his space marines, watch the CC shenanigans.
Player Event...Combat Resolution Part I...." The Crooked House".....
Andy bellowed again, his fury rising as he unsheathed the Wrath of Ra..." Pontius!!!...You coward!! Face me!!"
" Be still dearest..." A whisper came from the darkness " Be still and join me..."
From the shadows the creature that had been Wendy Bruss emerged...her face and body a charred and blistered ruin...her eyes peering from her scorched face with hungry anticipation.
" Wendy.." Andy sobbed, fighting back tears, the sword in his grasp faltering..
" No.." Sven whispered.." I shall not allow you to be aflicted with this torment..either of you.", The Djinn stepped forward raising his palm...
The foyer filled with a brilliant stream of searing light and in an instant...what had been Wendy Bruss was no more...only ash and shimmering embers hung where she had stood..
" I am sorry Andy.." Sven said softly..
Andy only nodded and angrily wiped at a tear that spiled down his cheek.." No need to apologize..you freed her."
From the tops of the dual staircases they came, a half dozen Vampire clad in ornate armour..
At the head came Oliver, capering and joivial ...his laughter Mocking...near him the Strigoi..hovering in the shadows..
" Kill that one!!" Oliver chuckled to the Strigoi as he pointed at Sven...
The Darkness that lurks hissed...a sound like escaping steam and decended towards the Djinn...it's parchment thin lips shrieking ancient and vile spells as it came..
Sven trembled, his knees buckling...he himself began to bellow out archaic phrases...before dropping to his knees and screaming...his eyes wide and horrified.
" An abomination!!" Ramos bellowed from his possition outside the crooked house..." AN abomination holding our kind!!"...The giant wolf roared..
" Ramos.." Talbot yelled " Hold your place...do not!!" But it was to late...the two Grubrah were in a rage...transforming and charging ..howling as though possessed as the stormed towards the house..
" Damnit!!" Talbot roared spinning on Dez..." What madness is this...why have you brought us here.."
" Just stay down" Dez said dragging the wolf into cover...his eyes following as the two massive Grubrah smashed through the side windows of the cursed house..
" Jesus..." Ace said as he watched the two huge werewolves charge from the thicket and rush for the house..
He'd taken up a firing posistion in a nearby tree..but before he could zero either of the wolves they had brst into the crooked house...
" Damn..Damn..Damn!!" Ace said climbing quickly out of the tree...he shook his head " I'm going to regret this.." he muttered slinging his weapons bag and rushing for the house.
" Come Humani..." Oliver laughed, his eyes locking on Andy..." Let us see if your martial skills are as sharp as your banter.." the ancient vampire hissed drawing his sword..
" Check this banter out blood guzzler " Joker said as he tossed several UV grenades into the air...just as the windows looking into the front room exploded in a hail of fling glass and snarling beast..
" Wolves!!" an armoured Juli screamed as one of the frothing wolves tore into him opening his throat in a crimson spray...
" Bastard..." Oliver snarled as the room was engulfed in a dazzling explosion of light and searing heat...
From above, the Strigoi shrieked in agony as the blinding light and lethal heat struck it full on...the creature plummeting ..it's necrotic flesh smouldering...to the burgundy carpet bellow
" Your Life is forefit Humani!!!" the ancient creature hissed as it attempted to rise..
" No you fething freak!!" Ace said appearing at the door..." Yours is!!"...the Hunter grinned and raised his riffle firing a volley of wooden rounds into the ancient Strigoi...the oaken bullets shredding the screaching creatures heart...
" Take him!!" Andy yelled to Joker handing his infant son to the man.." Take him and get the feth out.."
" Come on.." Ace yelled " We need to go!!"
A spear cut through the air and imbbeded into Aces chest...his eyes stared in stunned amazement as his hands grasped the iron shaft that had torn into his body...
" Ace!!" Joker screamed rushing to his friends side...another spear striking Ace in the stomach..
" Mother fethers!!!" Joker roared pivoting and firing at the nearby Julli...the wodden rounds punching into the armored vampire sending it to the floor..
" Get out Bro!!" Ace said through a mouth full of blood " Get out of here."..the man shuttered, his eyes glazing over as he pitched forward onto the blood soaked carpet..
Oliver twisted quickly as one of the massive wolves lunged for him...his sword slicing into the beast...in the corner of the room, the second wolf crouched tearing yet another of the Julli apart..
" Vile beast!!" Oliver roared driving his blade through the wolves throat..feeling satisfaction as the wolf whimpered and died..
" Now Humani...we shall.." Oliver began...but was cut off as Andy thrust the Wrath of Ra through the arrogant Vampires chest..
" Where's your master now you son of a bitch!!?" Andy snarled twisting the blade as the ancient vampire tossed back his head and screamed...
Deep in the lower pit, Vegas began to shake...her blood like flames racing through her body...
" You will stay here.." The woman said advancing on the trembling Hunter..
" No.." Vegas snarled, her eyes taking on the appearance of burning coal.." I won't"
With a powerful back hand , Vegas sent the woman sprawling..
Quickly...with animal agility...the Hunter bound to the top of the pit...smashing her way out..
" You!!" a lone Opriknikki snarled as his pale eyes spotted Vegas.." Back to your cage.."
" I don't think so.." Vegas growled...her teeth forming into fangs...
The Opriknikki swung his heavy iron sword...intent on beheading the woman...
But with speed beyond measure...Vegas dodged..and lashed out...her now clawed hands ripping the giants throat out in a single motion.
Vegas glared down at the fallen vampire...fighting the urge to devour it..
She turned and ran towards the sounds of the battle at the front of the house...
" Imputent ..arrogant ..Human trash!!" Pontius roared as he stormed from his chambers...his ancient gladius in his remaining hand...
He glared at a nearby Guard...inform Black Annies of what is happening...the rest of you, he said turning to several armored Vampires " Follow me!!"
Oliver Hissed into Any's face...twisting to free himself from the burning blade...his own sword slashing into Andy's side...
The Hunter smiled...ramming the Wrath of Ra forward..." That's the spirit!!...fight me!!!...don't let me send you back to hell with out a fight!!"
Joker stood from his fallen friend, the infant craddled in his arms...he watched as the two remaining armoured vampires butchered the last massive wolf...
" God it's a slaughter house" Joker thought moving towards the doorway, he glanced at the child in his arms " I think we need to go.." Joker said..
" Andy" Sven said fighting his way to his feet " Come...finish him and come on!!!" the Djinn yelled as he pulped the skull of one of the remaining Julli with his animated arm ..
From the darkness a roar rose...Vegas lept from the shadows onto the remaining Julli...her claws slicing the startled vampire to ribbons..
" My god.." Sven whispered as he stared upon the partialy transformed woman...who moved closer to ANdy...
Andy glanced towards Vegas...he felt no fear...he turned back to Oliver...
" Are you ready.." Andy smiled " Ready to die!!?"
" BRUSS!!!!!" a Voice boomed from atop the stair case...
POntius stood above them...his sword raised...his eyes blazing...
At his side a dozen Guard...swords in their grasp...
" I shall bathe in your blood Human...!!" The vampire roared " It shall wash away your insults upon me!!!"
Andy, Sven, Joker and Vegas stand in the front room...near the doorway...Andy obviously has Oliver impailed on the Wrath of Ra...his Vampiric powers neutralized ...
Pontius stands at the top of the staircase a group of armed and armored Julli with him...and boy is he pissed..
And this chaos is what I'm heading towards.... yikes! *hides under the covers* Maybe the 'holiday' to Prague can wait a while...
Great stuff guys and what an event so far... wow!
IC...
Sending Screech upstairs to get dressed had been the easy part; now she was left with gathering what notes she could before heading off to some place she'd barely heard of to meet some Wolf queen who wanted her in some sort of breeding programme. She headed down into the basement, knowing Jarin was following her and for the first time being acutely aware it stank of death down there. She was forced to admit to herself Gaagii's taunts about her 'going soft' now seemed to be coming true. Not content with living in this place anymore she needed, deserved to be elsewhere, needed to find this lost family. Erzuli murmured to herself about weakness and threw the collar and chain she had taken from Screech ahead of her. She wondered where the raven was for a moment, until she got to the bottom of the stairs and looked across what was now to be her abandoned study area. The sight of the bloodstained table would normally evoke no reaction from her, it was a tool, nothing more but knowing Jarin was behind her she paused, looking at it for the briefest of moments, before letting out a deep breath and getting on with what had to be done.
Jarin watched her move in silence, half caught in the fascination and shock of what he was seeing. It had smelled bad down here but the sight that greeted him was beyond what he had suspected. Instead of some sort of simple torture chamber, this place was set out to be that and more, a prison and a place to learn, judging by the piles of notebooks and papers pinned onto the walls. He walked round to the back of the table, noting the Pure Blood was too busy to say anything and pulled one of the sheets off the wall. The title on the page read 'Test 58 - Subject 6, 17th October '95': reading briefly through the text he noted a reference at the side of the page, 'GibbousUW 3. 29-10-95. Wondering what it could be he glanced round at the shelves around the room: the glass jars and various other containers on them seemed as chaoticly arranged as the rest of the house until he noticed the labels. Glancing down at the reference and then a jar next to him he saw the similarity and began to try and find the matching label.
Erzuli barely registered Jarins movements as she slammed six notebooks down onto the table and flicked through them. Huffing in a sort of satisfied way she began to check through the pieces of paper on the wall, tearing off any she found useful. After a few minutes she came to the area she had left for her third favorite subject; ripping pieces of paper she suddenly noticed a pin with a scrap of paper attached to it. Placing the rest of the paper onto the table she examined it, knowing she was not the one who had torn it down.
"So, you keep what in these exactly?"
She looked over to see Jarin opening a small jar of cloudy liquid, the piece of paper was clearly visable poking out from a pocket in his coat. He grimaced as the smell hit him and put his fingers into the jar to pull out the object within. Erzuli rushed over.
"You'll ruin it!"
She grasped at his hand but he pulled it up out of her reach easilly. The impact of her into his side did knock the jar from his other hand and it fell, bouncing across the room and spilling liquid all over the floor. She cried out in anger and tried to tear out the paper from his pocket but he grabbed her wrist.
"Is this what I think it is?"
Erzuli scowled at the preserved finger he held in front of her face: the grey fur and skin tinted yellow by the liquid she had used to preserve it. It had been one of her most prized possesions and now it was doomed to rot. She looked up at Jarin, whos face was a mix of emotions that escaped her, she was too angry. He pulled her wrist back down to her side but didn't let go. She struggled slightly and managed to dig her nails into his fingers, feeling something akin to panic setting in, he just grinned. She gritted her teeth and spoke, unsure whether she was in trouble or not.
"Its the wolf form preserved, yes. I haven't had time to replicate the results on anything more than a few pieces of fur."
"Exactly what were you doing down here?"
"That was a side effect of what I was doing... and you have ruined it."
"You can't take any of this with you anyway."
She looked around the room and shifted uncomfotably as he held her.
"I'll tell you once you release me, as it seems I'm set on going with you anyway. But I insist on taking some of my notes."
"Would I have let you come down here if I wasn't letting you take anything?"
Erzuli shivered again as he released her wrist and began to push the jars and boxes off the shelves and onto the floor.
Jean Rea leaned against the SUV and tapped the hood impatiently.
"Been to long. Maybe tha Buck found himself under a voodoo curse, maybe he getting ready to drag her pure rear outta there. Either way I'm gettin juz a little bored."
The only reply he got was a snore from inside the car. He looked back to see Riche in the front passenger seat, drooling onto his shirt. Jean Rea could do nothing but laugh. There was a thud and the car shook suddenly.
"The Lady says to be ready, get ready and we move soon."
He looked up to see a girl sitting on the roof of the car; her clothes were a size too big, she lacked shoes and her hair was a tangled mess of blonde yet her skin was flawless, giving her a sort of insane beauty. Jean Rea gave her a cautious grin.
"An, who might you be cher'?"
"She's coming with us." Jarin's voice rang out clearly as he stepped out of the house. "Now get ready, we have to leave now."
"Not goin nowhere with her on tha roof Buck."
Screech dropped off the SUV and landed next to Jean Rea. She opened the side door and got into the back of the car. Crawling over the back seats and peeking back at him from behind them, she gave him a tiny smile. He chuckled to himself as he got into the driver's seat.
"Neva mind..."
Jarin strode over to the car and waited by the open side door, looking back towards the house and feeling more than a little glad he was getting away from the place. Erzuli appeared a minute or so later, carrying with her a shoulder bag and holdall, both looked really heavy. She put them down and shoved something into the ground just in front of the porch before picking up the bags again and heading towards him with some difficulty. He walked over and offered to help but she brushed him aside.
"If I can't carry my own work, I'm not worth the bloodline you place on me." Grimacing, she got over to the SUV and moved round to the back of it, giving the rear window a bang when the door wouldn't open. "If you would..."
Jean Rea flicked the back door open, catching Erzuli in the stomach before she managed to grab it. Growling to herself, she shoved the bags in beside Screech and then walked round and got into the back seat, clipping Jean Rea's head with her hand as she sat down. He mouthed a silent 'owch' to himself but didn't say anymore as Jarin's grim gaze caught his. Letting out a short whistle he started up the SUV as the huge wolf got into the back alongside the Pure Blood.
The smell of burning hit Hugo's nose and he woke with a start to see the kitchien ablaze in front of him. Shuddering was all he could do as the fire moved towards him. The flames licked up the bed and he realised there was a small gas cannister where his legs should have been. Looking down he could just see the scrawled writing on the top...
'Adios my man... love Anamari.'
Screech watched the fireball engluf the house as they drove away and heard her mistress chuckle as Jea Rea let out a surprized curse, almost sending the SUV into a pothole. As Jarin told the driver to get going she gazed at the small glistening object in front of the house and the set of eight tiny lights beginning to circle it. She could see eight figures form, all looking rather confused. The figures ranged from a small woman, a fanged man to a large wolf and an unearthly parody of the man she recognised from the kitchien. smiling to herself as she watched them try to get away from the house, only to be drawn back towards the tiny metal object in the ground. She smiled.
"Keep it safe!" she whispered, waving a quiet goodbye to them as the SUV headed back towards the distant city.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Really enjoying the event so far folks.
Will hold off on the next Scarlett RP till the event is over, so don't feel the need to rush with Lilith, FITZZ.
I'm pretty happy reading at the mo.
Glad your enjoying it MDS...
I plan to have Lilith pay a visit to the crooked house before continuing her search for Scarlett..so you have plenty of time to RP as you feel.
... Player Event...Combat Resolution..." The Crooked House...part II"....
... Oliver cackled, blood frothing from his grinning mouth as he did " Your time has come Humani...I shall not enter hell alone.."
From under his tailored coat, the ancient Vampire drew an ornate pistol ...his crazed smile widening as he aimed the weapon at Andy's chest...
In an explosion of gore...the giggling head was torn from the body still impailed by Andy's sword...
Oliver's decapitated body went rigid the pistol firing into the air...
Vegas grinned at Andy as she slung Oliver's head across the room where it landed at Pontius' feet...
From the top of the stairwell...Pontius roared his fury...
" You Dare!!!..." the ancient vampire trembled with anger " This insult will not go unpunished..KILL THEM...KILL TNEM ALL!!!"
At their masters command ..the Julli surged down the stairs....
" And as for you you Bruss!!" Pontius hissed...his hand raising before him..." I shall see you die slowly.."
Pontius eyes went white as his lips moved rapidly...ancient and unspeakable curses pouring from his mouth...
Andy stiffened...his body begining to quiver...a low shriek emmiting from his trembling lips...
From his eyes and ears...rivelets of blood began to stream...
sinking to the carpet..Andy screamed as blood gushed from his nose...
His eyes locking on POntius...he felt his life force draining...
" NO DARK ONE!!!" Sven roared stepping forward...an ethereal light leaving his palm and spreading around the convulsing Andy...
" You Shall torment this man no more!!" the Djinn bellowed...his eyes filled with rage glaring up at Pontius..." I exstigush your unholy spell..."
Andy fell to the carpet...rolling onto his back...his eyes clearing...
Pontius shook with anger..." Very well Holy man...let's see how well you save yourself.." the Ancient pointed to the Djinn below and bellowed to his Julli..." Destroy him!!"
As the armored Vampires charged forward...Joker lobbed Ace's pack into their midst...a dozen UV grenades detonated like a small sun...burning two of the advancing guard to cinder....
" That's for my buddy ace you blood sucking bastards!!" Joker roared ...
The remaining Julli...half blinded and burned by the explosion violently hurled their heavy iron spears towards the man..
Joker yelped in pain as one of the cruel barbs embeded in his leg...
" Get Out of here!!" Andy yelled fighting to his feet..." Get my Son out of here!!!"
Joker stood still for a moment...not wanting to abandon his comrades...then made his choice...
" You kill that bastard leech Bruss..." The man said through gritted teeth before stumbling from the house with the wailing infant in his arms...
Pontius rose from the floor...his eyes scorched by the cursed Humans devices...his rage now a palpital force..." I want them dead!!" the Vampire roared...
The Armored Julli advanced...targeting the Djinn..
Sven moved quickly away from a thrusted spear and roared as his mallet like fist caved one of the vampire guards skulls in like a rotted melon..
But two others lunged forward...their gladius plunging into the body of the Djinn...
Sven sank to his knees...his life blood gushing from the cruel wounds...his eyes found Andy..." Free the world of that Unholy creature.." the Djinn whispered his eyes glazing over..
With a backwards slash of a short sword...Sven's head fell from his body and rolled onto the burgandy carpet..
The Djinns body stiffened...blood spraying from the stump of his neck....then crumpled to the floor...
" Bastard!!!" Andy screamed as he and Vegas charged the remaining Julli....
The half wolf quickly tearing the internals from one shrieking vampire as Andy furiously beheaded another...
" NOW YOU BASTARD!!!" Andy roared at Pontius..." Just you and me!!!"
" Feth that!!" Vegas snarled lunching herself up the stairs towards the Vampire...
" Come then beast...meet your end." Pontius snarled swinging his gladius at the charging she wolf...
the blade biting deep into Vegas side..
Pontius roared laughter at the wolfs shriek of agony...bringing his blade up for the kill..
With adder speed...Vegas struck...her claws ripping into the Vampires abdomend..
" He's mine!!" shouted Andy as he reached the top of the stairs..the Wrath of Ra blazing before him...
Pontius staggered..moving away from the snarling wolf..only to be cut open by the shimmering blade in Andy's grasp...
" Damn you Humani!!" the Vampire bellowed...his own blade cutting swiftly upwards...
Andy cried out in agony as his sword hand was lopped from his arm in a spray of blood...the blessed blade still clenched in his severed hand falling at Pontius feet..
The Vampire chuckled...blood running from his torn body..." A noble effort Human...better than that I have not seen in many lifetimes...but for all your valor...your quest had failed...but be of good cheer...for you will see your beloved wife...very soon"
The Vampire stepped forward...his sword raised above his head...Andy on his knees before him...his head bowed low...
" I must admit.." Pontius said '.." You surprise me Humani...I didn't belive you'd accept your end so easily"
Andy's face turned up to the Ancient Vampire...a small smile on his face...a wire ring hanging from between his teeth..
" Glad I won't disapoint you then.." Andy sneered as he tossed a cylindrical object up into Pontius surprised face..
The vampire averted his face at the same instant Andy's final UV grenade exploded in mid air....
The searing heat scorching both himself and the cursed human at his feet...the vampire shrieked as he felt one of his eyes bubble and explode ...
" Cain curse you human!!" Pontius screamed stumbling back..." ...Cain.." His words were cut off abruptly...
From behind the Vampire...Vegas stood...the Wrath of Ra clamped in her hands...the glowing blade thrust through Pontius body...with a smile Vegas twisted the blade mercilessly as the Vampire screamed..
Wretching the blade free...the Hunter turned to Andy...looking down at the bleeding and burned man...
" Lets go see your Son" She said.
" In a moment.." Andy said...taking the blade from Vegas hand...
Mustering all his streagth...ANdy crawled to where Pontius lay...
" I curse you Human..." The vampire said blood spilling from his mouth..." In the name of Cain...I lay a curse on your head and the head of your offspring...may each day be torment...may each night be horror...In Cains name...shall you and yours suffer the tourters of the damned forever..."
Andy's eyes locked with Pontius..." Perhaps...perhaps I will suffer...but at least I'll die knowing I beat you.."
With the last of his power ..Andy drove the blade into Pontious heart...cutting it loose as the ancient Vampire thrashed madly...and was finaly still.
With a gasp ..Andy collapsed...
Vegas bent...quickly lifting Andy from the floor and retriving the sword...and grinding Pontius heart to pulp under her boot heel.
Moving rapidly the woman rushed from the cursed house as it began to pulsate around her...
" Get clear!!" Joker screamed as he triggered a remote detonator...
A huge explosion tearing bloody chunks from the living house as it undualated and writhed...a sea of tourtured wails echoing from with in..
Vegas tumbled into the field...Andy in her arms...
Over her shoulder...the crooked house trembled...screams reaching unholy decibles...then...in a hurricane of fetid wind...it was gone..a scorched and dead spot where the house had been...
" Bring his Son" Vegas said
Joker knelt at Andy's side...placeing the baby in his arms...
" ...Hi little guy.." Andy said...then his eyes closed.
Nice to see I took some of you with me. I really enjoyed playing Pontius, the manipulating, the scheming, it was a lot of fun. But like all good things, it had to come to an end. So, hats off to you, Pontius of the Noble House of Brutii, I'll miss you, you deplorable monster.
@ Nachos...Andy is far from out of the woods my friend...better think of something quick...
@ Mordo....It was an honor to have Pontius along for the ride..don't forget Mordo, you still control Tommy Rawhead..and the crooked house...so I'll still need some input from you.
@ Berserk....Well...If Sven want's to walk around in limbo and glow and wave that's fine with me....he won't be able to affect anything though...
FITZZ wrote: ...That is absolutely hysterical...I just had the exact same thought.
There's also a saying about great minds that goes here as well....
Although getting bitten on the full moon...That's gonna screw him up real good, he might just go into shock from both the injuries and the transformation...
FITZZ wrote: ...That is absolutely hysterical...I just had the exact same thought.
There's also a saying about great minds that goes here as well....
Although getting bitten on the full moon...That's gonna screw him up real good, he might just go into shock from both the injuries and the transformation...
Iuda howled in rage and grief over the corpse of his dead brother, screaming obscenities in Russian within the Crooked House. The lupine whore had wrought this carnage upon Petr, tearing open his throat with her fangs. He raised himself to his full towering height, snatching a large hatchet from the table nearby. She would pay, her and her Humanii allies. They would scream for him as he hacked them apart. He rushed out into the blackened foyer, paying the charred skeleton of his former master no heed as he rushed out the door. They would bleed, they would scream, they would die. He spotted them limping away from the Crooked House as fast as they were able. The House itself was slowly repairing itself, and terrible ululation of vengeful hatred. Iuda raised his hatchet high as he charged, screaming for the wolf bitch to look at him. He wanted her to see this coming.
I'm laughing at the fact that Pontius took Andy's hand, but it was only his right hand. Still didn't get Andy's left.
I will miss having Andy try to out think Pontius, gave me so many damn headaches just thinking about what Mordo was going to have Pontius do. Beserk was in here for a short time but deserves the MVP award. He still has an NPC slot I think so maybe, just maybe there's another character there.
As far as Andy goes, burn ward away!
And as far as hell goes, Minnesota sounds good.
BIC:
Andy laid quietly with a smile across his face as he was loaded into the back of the truck carefully. His grip on his son was tight enough to keep the mewling babe close. He felt like he was on fire but he couldn't do anything about it, his hand was missing but the blast had managed to cauterize some of the bleeding blood vessels in his hand. He could barely hear but he knew what was happening, they were going to a hospital and hopefully they would get there in time.
"He's burned pretty bad." Joker said as he took control of the truck.
"Then that means we should get there all the more faster." Vegas winced as her wounds began to reheal.
"If we get there what do we tell them, he threw a grenade packed with sun and got his arm chopped off by a 1,000 year old vampire?" Joker shrugged as the truck bounced through the forest.
"We'll just say that we were camping and he got distracted while chopping wood, flailed around and hit a kerosene lamp he had hanging near him." Vegas said as she held Andy in place.
"Damn, he sure did do a number on himself." Joker muttered.
"I'm sure he's perfectly content with that," Vegas looked in the rearview at Joker, "he acts like that when we lose hunters."
"He's done this kind of thing before?" Joker asked, the forest began to thin as they reached the highway.
"Yeah, when I was taken hostage he actually had a huge ass bomb rigged to blow the whole place apart. We lost a few guys there and he killed one of the Fallen."
"Think he'll make it?"
"I'm sure he will, Andy's got wolves to kill and vampires to torture still."
"There's a sign for the hospital, should be there soon."
...................
"What happened?" the nurse said as Andy was rushed into the ER.
"Camping accident, he was chopping wood when he got distracted." Vegas said.
"And the baby?"
"That's his son, we don't know his name, we just met."
"He caught on fire too?"
"Yeah, he was using a kerosene lamp to see what he was doing and ran into it." Joker said faking shock, "It was just a freak accident you know."
"We'll see what we can do." the nurse said, shaking her head at the supposed idiocity of the 'accident', "you didn't find his hand?"
"Oh yeah, here it is." Vegas produced a charred hand wrapped in some cloth.
The nurse rolled her eyes as she grabbed the hand and carried it to the operating room, "The idiot's hand is right here." she said in Czech as she hurried after the doctors.
The two sat in the waiting room, Vegas holding the baby and feeding it with a bottle another nurse ahd given them while Joker tried to contact the network.
"Any luck?" Vegas asked.
"Nope, signal is terrible out here." Joker replied shaking his head, "Today's not the best of days you know."
"Well, hopefully its over for awhile." Vegas said as she looked at the now empty bottle, "Damn, from what I know about your dad you're just like him you little squirt. He always went out to eat or something, even when we were hunting wolves in Empire."
"Well, now you have something else to talk about besides Empire City you know." Joker added, "Gotta tell the network our casualties so they can reinforce." he said as he tried dialing again.
Mordoskul wrote:Iuda howled in rage and grief over the corpse of his dead brother, screaming obscenities in Russian within the Crooked House. The lupine whore had wrought this carnage upon Petr, tearing open his throat with her fangs. He raised himself to his full towering height, snatching a large hatchet from the table nearby. She would pay, her and her Humanii allies. They would scream for him as he hacked them apart. He rushed out into the blackened foyer, paying the charred skeleton of his former master no heed as he rushed out the door. They would bleed, they would scream, they would die. He spotted them limping away from the Crooked House as fast as they were able. The House itself was slowly repairing itself, and terrible ululation of vengeful hatred. Iuda raised his hatchet high as he charged, screaming for the wolf bitch to look at him. He wanted her to see this coming.
...As great as this is Mordo...I can't let it happen...At the end of the event the crooked house had already vanished...traveling to some other dark area...
But I love your idea....and look forward to seeing Iluda conspire to get revenge....
Mordoskul wrote:Iuda howled in rage and grief over the corpse of his dead brother, screaming obscenities in Russian within the Crooked House. The lupine whore had wrought this carnage upon Petr, tearing open his throat with her fangs. He raised himself to his full towering height, snatching a large hatchet from the table nearby. She would pay, her and her Humanii allies. They would scream for him as he hacked them apart. He rushed out into the blackened foyer, paying the charred skeleton of his former master no heed as he rushed out the door. They would bleed, they would scream, they would die. He spotted them limping away from the Crooked House as fast as they were able. The House itself was slowly repairing itself, and terrible ululation of vengeful hatred. Iuda raised his hatchet high as he charged, screaming for the wolf bitch to look at him. He wanted her to see this coming.
...As great as this is Mordo...I can't let it happen...At the end of the event the crooked house had already vanished...traveling to some other dark area...
But I love your idea....and look forward to seeing Iluda conspire to get revenge....
Mordoskul wrote:Iuda howled in rage and grief over the corpse of his dead brother, screaming obscenities in Russian within the Crooked House. The lupine whore had wrought this carnage upon Petr, tearing open his throat with her fangs. He raised himself to his full towering height, snatching a large hatchet from the table nearby. She would pay, her and her Humanii allies. They would scream for him as he hacked them apart. He rushed out into the blackened foyer, paying the charred skeleton of his former master no heed as he rushed out the door. They would bleed, they would scream, they would die. He spotted them limping away from the Crooked House as fast as they were able. The House itself was slowly repairing itself, and terrible ululation of vengeful hatred. Iuda raised his hatchet high as he charged, screaming for the wolf bitch to look at him. He wanted her to see this coming.
...As great as this is Mordo...I can't let it happen...At the end of the event the crooked house had already vanished...traveling to some other dark area...
But I love your idea....and look forward to seeing Iluda conspire to get revenge....
For the record, I totally agree with Nachos assesment of Sven as MVP for team Hunters...during the combat phases Sven was instrumental in keeping most of you alive and dealing out some severe damage to the opposing sides....
Now, Since to the best of my Knowledge...looking back...Berserk didn't use ANY NPC slots...If he'd like to rejoin by making a new character...I'll happily allow it.
Cain lifted the blackened skull of Pontius of the House of Brutii with one elegant hand, examining it as one would an interesting antique. Ah, Pontius, your arrogance was your undoing. You were a fool to assume no other would plot against you with success. You have failed me, but there is always another chance... Gathering the shattered skeleton into an ornate canopic jar, the Sanguinor sealed the lid. When one of the Kindred died, a piece of their black soul clung desperately to their bones, infusing them with magickal power. Pontius had been powerful indeed, skilled in the Black Arts. His bones would be potent indeed. As the lid was sealed atop the jar, a thin mist escaped the container, the essence of the vampire drawn in by Cain, to be released when he saw fit. He climbed the steps of the Crooked House, walking the halls until he found the Quiet Room. Entering within, the Red King found himself surrounded by shelf upon shelf of similar jars. Walking lightly, he paused before an altar of black stone supported by four shrieking chained ghouls, their forms warped and contorted by the great weight. Cain placed the jar within the bowl shaped indent in the altar, turning away and stalking towards the exit.
How much more action do you think there is going to be, should I made a quick character because I'm getting interesting ideas or should I just sit back and watch things end.
Berserksteve wrote:How much more action do you think there is going to be, should I made a quick character because I'm getting interesting ideas or should I just sit back and watch things end.
I'd say there's still a good bit yet to cover....
Lots more happening with the wolves...and I'm sure our vampire friends still have some tricks up their sleeves.
halonachos wrote:As far as Andy goes, burn ward away!
And as far as hell goes, Minnesota sounds good.
Awwwww, your no fun halo....
There may be a time when this happens, Andy isn't beyond doing whatever he has to in order to get revenge or the like. He killed Pontius which was big for him, but as in other RP's he plans to retire from the network so he may be doing a lot of... unorthodox things in the near future.
Berserksteve wrote:How much more action do you think there is going to be, should I made a quick character because I'm getting interesting ideas or should I just sit back and watch things end.
I'd say there's still a good bit yet to cover....
Lots more happening with the wolves...and I'm sure our vampire friends still have some tricks up their sleeves.
Okay, I'm going to PM you to see if some of my ideas are can work.
Berserksteve wrote:How much more action do you think there is going to be, should I made a quick character because I'm getting interesting ideas or should I just sit back and watch things end.
I'd say there's still a good bit yet to cover....
Lots more happening with the wolves...and I'm sure our vampire friends still have some tricks up their sleeves.
Okay, I'm going to PM you to see if some of my ideas are can work.
That's fine...just stay within the ' Standard Character templates" ( or don't deviate much)...and all should be well.
Now that I think about it Lilith, Natasha, and maybe Scarlett and company should be sending Andy gift baskets. Pontius worked for Cain and I guess they don't so Andy did them a favor I guess.
halonachos wrote:There may be a time when this happens, Andy isn't beyond doing whatever he has to in order to get revenge or the like. He killed Pontius which was big for him, but as in other RP's he plans to retire from the network so he may be doing a lot of... unorthodox things in the near future.
Aw shucks halo, I didn't mean anything by that. I'm just trying to get some laughs up seeing as two characters are now dead and yours is almost there...
To be honest, I never expected you to take me seriously, although I will admit, that happening to Andy at some point would be rather awesome.
halonachos wrote:Now that I think about it Lilith, Natasha, and maybe Scarlett and company should be sending Andy gift baskets. Pontius worked for Cain and I guess they don't so Andy did them a favor I guess.
Well...Lilith had no love for Pontius....but is very much loyal to Cain...
Scarlett is with Nero...who...was aqauinted very well with POntius...
Natasha might send you a fruit basket though...
halonachos wrote:Now that I think about it Lilith, Natasha, and maybe Scarlett and company should be sending Andy gift baskets. Pontius worked for Cain and I guess they don't so Andy did them a favor I guess.
Well...Lilith had no love for Pontius....but is very much loyal to Cain...
Scarlett is with Nero...who...was aqauinted very well with POntius...
Natasha might send you a fruit basket though...
Well, Lillith still didn't like Pontius so maybe a 'get well soon' card. Nero is just some other ancient vampire,Andy's killed two of those so one more and its a turkey for Andy. Need to work on the wolves a bit more, but seeing as though certain circumstances may be occuring...
Player; Berserksteve
Character; Bjorn Diroff
Race and clan/archetype: Djinn
Physical Description; Shaved head, large physic covered in heavy clothing.
Equipment; Sub-machine gun, books and holy symbols
Backstory; Bjorn was trained in a monastery for his whole life. He was brought up in an order of mages who train and master their abilities. Bjorn ended up becoming a recruiting agent and sot out others with power and stomp out anyone who misuses their powers. In his work he became street savvy and his monk life is almost unnoticeable but he still hold his disciplines and beliefs strongly.
Other info:
Virtue- Rude, sarcastic
Vice- Clear head
“Did you find Sven Tauben” the voice from the phone asked, Bjorn was holding a phone in front of him with the phone on speaker.
“I keep looking at the picture of him but something seems to be off, He’s not all together.”
“Just tell me what we see, Bjorn!” The voice said in frustration.
Bjorn took in a long breath “His body has been beaten up and his head severed from his body, blood everywhere…”
There then was a long silence on the phone “You know what to do.”
“You’re gaking me?”
“Watch your mouth, child and do as a say. You should have been there earlier and maybe you could have helped him, now write a report, figure out what happened and be happy I’m not punishing you for your waste of time!” The connection dropped.
Bjorn gave a sigh and shoved the phone into his coat. He bent over and grabbed Sven’s head by the hair and took out a plastic bag and put it in before tying it shut and putting it into a large sack the also held Sven's new arm, his books, weapons and a sack lunch. Bjorn tried to keep a look of discus off his face as he did this.
He was about to walk off before he looked back at Sven’s body and stuck his hand into Sven’s packet and pullout a pair of keys “I heard he owned a motorcycle.” He said with a smile on his face. Knowing what he was doing was pretty scummy but Sven wasn’t going to need it for it while
Bjorn looked around his beaten body “Okay, Sven, this didn't happen by accident…lets fine your friends.”
@ Berserk...Your character is good..
But...B'Jorn couldn't have found Svens body inside the crooked house...the crooked house disappeared a few seconds after the Hunters fled from it...
Now, It's possiable that B'jorn found Sven's remains in the field where the house was...
....And because I can't just leave Dez sitting in the woods....
... Dez stared in absolute amazement as a massive fireball erupted from the side of the crooked house, the unholy structure seeming to scream in agony as chunks of twisted lumber...eerily resembling flesh...sailed into the air.
" By the Great Wolf.." Talbot gasped from besides Dez " ...that ...place...it's alive"
Dez said nothing, staring at the figures who gathered in the field across from the damned structure...
" Andy...Vegas" Dez thought to himself...
" My God!!" Talbot said grasping Dez..."Look.."
The Crooked house began to pulsate , like a huge beating heart...a sound...high and undulating...like a chorus from hell filled the air
The air became like a cyclone...with the stench of the grave and in an instant...the crooked house vanished...
" It's...gone" Talbot said in stunned shock..." Our Brothers inside.."
" Dead" Dez said, his eyes locked on the Hunters as they loaded Andy into the rear of a truck..
" Hw do you know that..?" Talbot snarled..." They may be trapped in that place...they may be.."
Dez spun, grabbing the wolf by his neck and bearing his fangs..." They are dead...I know it...and so do you.."
Talbot choked shoving Dez's hand away..." why..why did you come here?"
Dez snarled " Do you not think Natasha will be interested in knowing about this ...house?"
Talbot paused..then nodded
Dez watched the truck filled with Hunters pull away..." C'mon" he said to Talbot.
" Where do you think your going?" The wolf asked walking slowly behind Dez
" We're going to follow them" Dez said pointing at the truck as it disapeared in the distance.
"He was chopping wood in the dark?" the doctor said more in amazement than an actual question.
"That's what his friends said." the nurse replied while handing the doctor a scalpel.
"Look at these burns, we need to do some grafting when this is done." the doctor replied, "Bump up the anesthesia, I think he just twitched a little."
"Should I add that to the record doctor?" a nurse asked while recording everything on the computer.
"Of course Fridrich, can you also put on that his hand is beyond salvageable, the idiot got it burnt to a crisp." the doctor replied while making a small incision in Andy's abdomen, "I need some suction, he's bleeding out."
"Doctor, he's crashing." a nurse said as the machine began to sound off a long beep.
"Of course he's crashing, his blood's in his abdominal cavity, he got stabbed in the side." the doctor said as he looked around for the crash cart, "keep working on him."
"I don't think we can do anything else for him." the nurse on the computer said, "Do you want to call it?"
.....................
A man in green scrubs walked out to the waiting room to find Vegas and Joker, he removed his hair cap and approached them. "I am most sorry my friends, but he did not make it. There was a stab wound and a lot of internal bleeding."
"Internal bleeding?" Joker asked.
"He was bleeding into his insides." the doctor tried to explain, "Are you sure this was an accident?"
"Yes we're sure." Vegas replied quickly before Joker could.
"Okay then, we will be prepping him for release. Do you know his next of kin by any chance?" the doctor asked.
"We know about his mother in law, but that's it." Vegas answered, "Uhm, is it possible for me to see him real quick. Make sure its really him before I call?"
"Uhh, okay." the doctor said as he began to lead Vegas.
"Joker, you can look up Andy's mother-in-law. She used to be a hunter, take the kid there. Tell her that Andy will be along in some time to pick him up." Vegas said as she handed the bundled baby to Joker.
"You're not going to..." Joker began flabbergasted.
"No, he knew that Sven knew a spell to resurrect people. I'm going to do that." Vegas lied as she went with the doctor, "Get the kid to his mother-in-law or I'll kill you.".
.......
Vegas looked down at Andy and sighed, "This is going to be weird and you're probably going to be very angry about this, but here goes nothing." Vegas said to herself before making sure the room was clear and lifted up Andy's arm and bit into it.
She wiped her mouth and dropped his arm and waited for a minute, "Was I too late or something?" she said as she put her hand to his chest to feel for a heartbeat. She felt a slight bump before Andy salt bolt upright and began gasping for air.
"What the feth?" Andy asked as he looked himself over, "Why am I, how am I, what did you do?"
"I bit you." Vegas said calmly.
"I can't believe you..." Andy tried to rub his face when he hit his face with the stump where his hand used to be, he stared at it, "of course my fething hand couldn't come back."
"Andy, you're alive and you should be happy about that." Vegas crossed her arms and stared at him, "At least you can still see your son."
"Yeah, if I don't eat him first." Andy looked under the sheet that had been covering him, "Where's my clothes, I'm naked."
"They cut them off to work on you, I stole a pair of scrubs for you to wear." Vegas tossed Andy a pair of blue scrubs, "Your son is heading off to America with Joker, he's going to take him to your mother's."
"Isn't tonight a full moon?" Andy asked.
"Should be." Vegas replied.
"feth." Andy motioned for Vegas to turn around as he put the scrubs on, "First thing we do is find some clothes, this feels weird."
"Your first priority is clothes?" Vegas asked, "Not the vampires you just made mad, not the full moon, not anything else?"
"The full moon is second, I'm just trying to think of a way to go through it without killing anyone." Andy said, "Now we just walk out the door?"
"Well," Vegas replied, "there's always the back door, which is better if you don't want to be seen. You're supposed to be dead you know."
"Fine, let's go, do you still have my sword and revolver?" Andy asked as he reached for the door with his right hand before realizing it was missing.
"Yes, its in the truck, Joker is taking another car." Vegas said, "But you only have one hand so having two is superfluous."
"Shut up Vegas," Andy said, "I just want a pair of underwear right now.".
...And because I don't want to leave Erzuli and Jarin sitting in New Orleans anymore...
...The trip from the Bayou back into the City had gone smoothly and soon the Black SUV was pulling into a private gate at the New Orleans International Airport..
Jarin had called ahead and with the simple exchange of a Platinum credit card number, a private Jet sat fueled and ready when they arrived...
Jarin exited the SUV and opened the door for Erzuli, who offered him a small smile..
" Get her bags.." Jarin said to Jean Rea and Ritchie as he quickly made his way to discuss take off with the jets pilot...
" I can get them" Erzuli said climbing from the vehicle and extending a hand to help her child out...
The young wolf seemed nervous and aggitated by the noise of the jet nearby..but Erzuli soon soothed her and coaxed her from the vehicle..
" Look like you got you 'ands full wit dat young'un" Jean Rea said politely to Erzuli.." Juz let me and Ritchie carry you bags fo ya."
Reluctantly Erzuli nodded. wrapping an arm around the young wolf..
Soon the Cajun and his comrade had the woman's bags and quickly loaded them into the planes cargo hold..
Erzuli sighed and picked up her shoulder bag, she turned and looked back over the lights of the city...
A hand at her shoulder broke her concentration and she turned to stare into Jarin's face...
" The Queen has been notified of our departure " Jarin said " ..And sends her deepest thanks to you for returning to her.."
Erzuli frowned slightly..." Returning to one I don't know or remember.." she whispered.
Jarin lowered his head...then looked into Erzuli's eyes...once again captivated by her beauty..
" Mistress" he said softly.." I understand how difficult it must be...to leave what you know...but I swear to you...on my life...you will be treated with all the respect...and adoration you are entitiled to"
" Adoration?" Erzuli said..a slight smile crossing her features..
" Yes Mistress...you shall be adored" Jarin said, his hand stroking the woman's hair from her face..
For a brief instant..Erzuli felt sure the big wolf was going to kiss her...but he turned to the Jet crew..
" See My Mistress and the youngster aboard...see that all their needs are met" the huge wolf said.
Turning to Erzuli he spoke again " I shall join you in a moment" he said kissing her hand and moving towards the two local wolves.
" I thank you both for your assistance" Jarin said with a bow.." Though our methods differ...you are fine examples of our kind"
Jean Rea laughed " Good ta meet ya to Buck...ya c'mon back an see us again yeah.."
The Cajun shook hands with the huge wolf smiling..
" Take it easy Big'un" Ritchie smiled with a nod..
Jarin handed the Cajun a leather case " The Queen has asked you be given this token of appreciation"
Jean Rea whistled as he peered inside the bag, seeing stacks of bundled one hundred dollar bills..
" Well I tell you I sure do like ta do business wit da Queen yeah" The Cajun wolf laughed...
" We are ready sir.." a voice called to Jarin, who again bowed to the two wolves and made his way to the jet..
" What you think about that pure blood?" Ritchie said staring at his friend..
" Wooo" Jean Rea said..." She a Beauty aint she yeah...me think Buck am sprung on dat one yeah."
Ritchie laughed..." Yeah...me to...but ya know what else.."
" What Dat?" Jean Rea said...
" I think we may have met the next Queen.." Ritchie said with a nod.
Joker had boarded the plane with the baby refusing to leave it out of his sight for even a moment knowing what would eventually happen to anyone he was around long enough. He felt like a curse having both of his good friends tell him they would go through hell and high water for him and then just letting them die. He had seen Jack and Ace die, only to be followed shortly after by Sven and Andy.
The only people he had left in the world was a runt he was to personally deliver to America and a she wolf psycho witch hunter or some gak who wanted him dead as much as any of the vampires and werewolves he had met in the past few weeks. After an hour of the plane trip the baby was sleeping soundly soundly and Joker couldn't help remember a fond memory with Ace and Vegas in the hospital the night she had been bit.
Joker and Ace had snuck into Vegas's room in the middle of the night.
"Vegas wake up, we have an idea of how to stop your transformation." Joker said quietly trying not to wake her snoring roommate.
"Does it involve any magic, god help me I'll slit your thought if it does."
"No, nothing like that." He replied with a grin on his face.
"Does it involve redecorating the walls with my brains? Because if that's it you can just forget it."
"No would you just trust me?" He said impatiently
"Fine," she said "what exactly do you have in mind?" Without responding Joker had taken out a bottle and had poured some of the thick liquid on her arm
"I said no ritual stuff! What is this gak?"
"Steak sauce!" He said with a massive grin on his face as his opened his mouth wide to take a big bite. In one deft motion Vegas had grabbed the back of Joker's head and slammed it firmly against the wall next to her hospital bed causing him to crumple to the floor and pass out.
"What the hell!" Vegas cried out astonished at what just happened looking to Ace for some clarification.
"Well, his logic was that whenever a werewolf or vampire bite someone they turn into that creature right?"
"So he was going to bite me to turn me back? Why would he even try that? It's idiotic!"
"Well no one has really tried it yet, and he mostly did it to see the look on your face." He responded trying to regain his composure after his hysterical laughing.
"Is this why they call him Joker?" She asked
"More or less." Ace responded with a glowing smile.
And Fitzz, please explain why, you seem to kill and murder more things with Vegas in this text. Than i did the entire rp...
@Nachos
So we're both wolves now? I was more thinking of sending you in the whiteness, like Vegas did to 'gain' something. You only needed to kill you're son to gain entrance... But this should work too.
So we're going to buy a container filled with meat and lock ourselfs in tonight?
edit:....This sounded messed up, if people hadn't read the rp....They would be very curious...
Actually, if Andy had to give up his kid to go into the whiteness I'm sure Andy would've killed Vegas afterwards. But hey now Andy gets to run around as a three pawed werewolf and make a fool out of himself.
Gimpy the Werewolf is his name, falling off of high buildings is his game.
@Ghosty,
Andy still doesn't like Ryan you know and the fact that he's a werewolf now doesn't mean he's going to get all buddy, buddy with the other wolves. However, Andy and Ryan would get together just fine if both of them ended up going to the same bar and got totally s-faced.
I'm not saying they'll like it, but Ryan would be willing to help. Especially with the common ground they now have (Kids, being wolf parents) And as for getting hammered... Well, we'll see
Meanwhile in Natasha land, Harlow wonders what the heck the she queen has in plan for him and also wonders whether she's dumb enough to hope that a locked door and a barred window is enough to keep a Grubrah locked up during a full moon....
The three were sitting at a campfire, Musater and Longar devouring what remains of a homeless man.
"So, what's our plan of attack?" Musater was eating some nice ribs.
"Well, I've come up with a brilliant plan of attack." Longar picked up a stick and drew a rectangle. "This is the She-Bitch's manor." He drew a straight line right through it. "This is Cernunnos. He'll kill everyone that smells like a Rahl. That should save all the innocents." He drew a smaller rectangle, and two lines heading for it. We'll be heading for the prison while all the guards are out getting a nice neck-down amputation. That should give us a nice guard against any stragglers of the old regime."
Musater pulled out two photos. One of Natasha, and one of another woman. "This," he pointed to Natasha, "Is the She-Bitch. She will try to retaliate, but a mainly sedentary lifestyle has weakened her. And this," Musater pointed to the other photo, "This is Kerri. Kerri is Natasha's lover. I implore you to rip her head off in front of Natasha. That should be my revenge."
Cernunnos began to laugh. "I will try, my child. This Kerri woman, what has she done to you?"
Musater chuckled a bit with Cernunnos. "Nothing. However, she is the only thing that Natasha loves, aside from killing and torturing. Both of the things I loved, my sister and my wife, were decapitated by Natasha. It seems almost poetic justice that the same happens to her."
Longar looked at the two, and began to laugh with them.
"Gentlemen, let's go." Each got on the mighty golden chariot of the god, and with a wail from the wolves dragging it, it sped into life, making a b-line right to the manor of the soon to be dead queen.
@ Ghosty and Nachos....Politics make for strange bed fellows...or..the enemy of my enemy..etc...there are a few good reasons for Ryan and Andy to eventualy come to a grudging "truce"...
@ Silly...DOn't know why Vegas has been doing some of what she does....it just "feels right"...
@ Warork...Natasha hasn't forgotten Harlow....nor is she underestimating him...
@ Chowder...Sedentary lifestyle??...ohhh have you got the wrong idea about how Natasha spends her free time...
Chowderhead wrote:That's sort of the point. Musater has been collecting info on Natasha, and has some of it wrong.
But then again, he's not going to be fighting her... (FITZZ, don't you dare pull shenanigans...)
Shenanigans?...Why whatever do you mean?... ...Anyway, I was just pointing out that one does not rise to a place of leadership ( and hold it) amongst an army of wolves by sitting on ones backside and munching grapes...
Chowderhead wrote:That's actually the impression I got of Natasha. Lazy, selfish, and very moody.
She's like a 16 year old girl!
Funny thing about perception...often it's way off the mark...
Yes, Natasha may appear to be a "spoiled aristocrat"....but keep in mind, behind that demanding exterior...she is a cunning and vicious tactician, with a thousand years of life under her belt and a " holy mission" as inspiration...
Chowderhead wrote:That's actually the impression I got of Natasha. Lazy, selfish, and very moody.
She's like a 16 year old girl!
Funny thing about perception...often it's way off the mark...
Yes, Natasha may appear to be a "spoiled aristocrat"....but keep in mind, behind that demanding exterior...she is a cunning and vicious tactician, with a thousand years of life under her belt and a " holy mission" as inspiration...
So like Pontius, but a girl and a werewolf, and a sexual deviant, and maybe no resemblance to Pontius, but still cunning and tactful like Pontius?
Chowderhead wrote:That's actually the impression I got of Natasha. Lazy, selfish, and very moody.
She's like a 16 year old girl!
Funny thing about perception...often it's way off the mark...
Yes, Natasha may appear to be a "spoiled aristocrat"....but keep in mind, behind that demanding exterior...she is a cunning and vicious tactician, with a thousand years of life under her belt and a " holy mission" as inspiration...
So like Pontius, but a girl and a werewolf, and a sexual deviant, and maybe no resemblance to Pontius, but still cunning and tactful like Pontius?
In some ways, though do to the fact that Natasha is more in tune with the possiability of "loosing" ( the masacre of the pure blood pack, etc) she is not quite as arrogent and over confident ...she has a firm grip on the ebb and flow of combat...and knows that defeat is always a possibility...
Chowderhead wrote:Hey FITZZ, if a wolf sees a cat, does a comedic chase ensue? And is it the same with cars?
Also, can you do a (comedic) RP death for Mr. Pickles?
I would suppose that should someone who is not " altogether there" were biten and became a wolf...then they might chase cats and cars...and god help the mail man.
... I sort of feel this needs to be addressed, Werewolves may seem "sexually deviant"....but theu are simple less inhibited and more in tune with their "animal" nature....they don't ( or at least not as often) repress their desires in the same way that most humans do....it's simply part of their nature.
... I sort of feel this needs to be addressed, Werewolves may seem "sexually deviant"....but theu are simple less inhibited and more in tune with their "animal" nature....they don't ( or at least not as often) repress their desires in the same way that most humans do....it's simply part of their nature.
I was just talking about Natasha, not really about the other werewolves. She just seems to be, a bit of a deviant compared to the other wolves and that's saying something.
... I sort of feel this needs to be addressed, Werewolves may seem "sexually deviant"....but theu are simple less inhibited and more in tune with their "animal" nature....they don't ( or at least not as often) repress their desires in the same way that most humans do....it's simply part of their nature.
I was just talking about Natasha, not really about the other werewolves. She just seems to be, a bit of a deviant compared to the other wolves and that's saying something.
Natasha just has an insatiable appetite ....for power, sex and human flesh...yeah...I suppose she could be classified as "deviant."
Laying on the cot, looking up at the ceiling, Harlow knew he was tired. The full exhaustion of the past few days events had drained him thoroughly. As his eyes began to get heavier, he put his hat over his eyes, giving into the notion that he was going to sleep. Maybe for a few hours or maybe less, he could leave the tortures of reality behind him and enjoy the dark oblivion that came with unconsciousness.
As his vision faded, his mind reminded him, more out of sensory memory than actual forethought as his mind was fatigued and refused to work properly, of the dangers of his slumber, already the memories of past lives were swirling in the nothingness of his thoughts. Harlow didn't care, the nightmares couldn't be as bad as what he had done to cause them...
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1917, Third Battle of Ypres
Somewhere on the line near Paschendale Ridge...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
The mud, the black-brown substance was inescapable, it got everywhere, on your face, in your rifle's bolt, up your nose, in your eyes. Mud for acres, thick and endless, in every shell crater that scattered the land, in every puddle that one slogged across. The muck was another part of life on the front, just like the shouts of the wounded, the dampness of your socks, the rain that never seemed to stop. Trees, or once trees stuck out of the muck, their ragged branches aimed upwards as if to plea to heaven to stop the suffering. Yellow-green mist hung just above the soggy ground, ever the reminder of the conflict waged for this field of mud. Every few feet, one could find a keepsake of the battle; a pistol, a shovel, a helmet, a hand...
Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle...
They filed past him in that cramped trench, that close dugout. Another pair of bearers carrying a poor soul to the rear. The man moaned, his eyes covered with gauze; another victim of the gas, he thought. Behind the stretcher came another file of troops, younger and younger it seemed were the replacements for those who had already given their blood for this patch of mud and silt. A shot rang out, another body topples into the trench, shouting, ducking, flinching, moaning, another bullet takes another friend from somewhere out there in no man's land...
The land shakes from the wrath of the guns. Water and mud spout up alike as metal flies from the mouths of the beasts on the other side of the field. Muck and shrapnel both rain down on the men as they sit huddled in the muck, for hours on end, listening, watching, taking cover as one comes close or goes over. Even the trained do not escape, holed helmets a testament to the marksmanship or luckiness of the enemy gunners. Pounding, pounding, the field roars with the pain of the shelling, the never ending shelling, the barrage erodes men's souls and renders their sanity, and just when it seems the world will end under the hail of death, silence...
Only to be replaced by shouting in the darkness. Whistles and orders both fly along the trenches as men step up to the line, the chatter of the machine gun, the rapid fire signalling the end of another charge. Figures in the mist ahead, flailing and dropping as the bullets fly, figures in the mist disappearing yet again as the whistles are blown...
Another day won, another siege laid bare...
Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells...
The shouting of the officers, the lining up of the troops, as another day dawns so to does another charge, just as the enemy had tried just last night, now too must he. Cramped, standing in line for the last time, each soldier copes in his own way. Blank stares, fervent prayers, jokes, shaking, all can be seen among the troops and all are quelled quickly as the officer takes his spot at the front and holds up his pocket watch, whistle already in between his lips. Over the trench, the guns roar, just as yesterday but only just, for now the enemy feels the wrath of those guns. The officer holds his hand high and all breaths are collectively held, the smell of fear, so palpable in this hole in the ground, the only thing keeping them alive, why would anyone want to leave it?
Whistles, shouts and more gun-fire. The bodies climb over the top and fall back as the bullets rip into them, so many dead and the killing has yet to begin in earnest. Rushing blood and over he goes. He pushes past a corpse and plants his feet squarely on a ground no man can claim as his. The race has begun an now men and boys alike run to their deaths with the slim hope that God will spare them today.The bodies of his friends and his foes lay before him, the sea of death it overflowed. Between the lines the angels cry, praying to God that no more may die. Vain tears are shed for those slogging in the muck, they die in droves and are blown apart. It smells like gas, it smells like blood, like voided bowels and burning metal, the beast in him revels in the slaughter and can't wait to reach that other line.
Dodging barbed wire and shrapnel, running straight into gunfire, their bravery knows no bounds, their sanity no beginning. The line gets closer, men die all around him, falling into craters and puddles to soak up the muck with their lifeless corpses. He tramples a dead body as he vaults over the wire and shouts as bullets pass through his limbs. The rifle, held firmly in hand comes down as he does, its bayonet cleaves through the enemy once, twice, thrice, more times than he can count. Blood is everywhere, his blood, their blood, dark red and black. Screams, shouts, wails of agony fill the trench as more allies jump down into the slaughter only to be stabbed in turn. Men, caked brown in mud, wrestle, brain each other with rocks, beat others with rifle butts, only to turn and have their guts spilled on the ground. He is a whirlwind of death, his rifle gone, his helmet lost, he lashes out with fangs and claws. Men run from him, boys in uniform scream for their mothers at his wrath...
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs. The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells...
An explosion, a geyser of dirt and shrapnel, and blackness takes him into oblivion...
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Harlow awakes gasping, his mind clears of the images and he shakes himself awake. He groggily stumbles to the toilet and spews sickness into it, so vivid was his dream that it shocked even him. He could still taste the tang of the metal in the air, still hear the shouts, still smell the blood. It happened every month around the same time, the full moon was hours away and one of the consequences were these extremely vivid visions. Harlow had learned to live with them but...he never got used to them...
In his ears, he heard the bestial laughter, he knew that sound, the sound of a beast waiting for nightfall, the sound of paws pacing the borders of its cage...
(Credit for colored text goes to Wilfred Owen's "Anthem for Doomed Youth")
halonachos wrote:Can we get a game time real quick, I guess that its after dawn, but I'm not sure.
For you folks in Prague the Game Time is just past Dawn...6:00 AM...
For those on the plane...it is still the previous night.
Awesome, thanks.
BIC:
Luckily American culture had been spread throughout the world enough to allow Wal-Marts to spread into Europe, the 24 hour availability of basic living supplies was also a small blessing to Andy as he perused the clothing section. He quickly picked out clothes similar to what he was wearing when he had arrived, blue jeans a plain t-shirt, a nice enough jacket, tennis shoes, socks, and underwear.
"Got everything you need?" Vegas asked as Andy looked around.
"Yeah, but I don't have my wallet on me." Andy said with a smirk.
"Its in the truck." Vegas reminded him, "I didn't forget anything you had with you, so don't even think that I'm going to pay for that stuff."
"I was just going to go into the dressing room and kind of take them." Andy said with a smirk.
"You're going to steal clothes?" Vegas rolled her eyes, "You stole a car so I guess clothes isn't any worse."
"Two cars." Andy said as he snuck into the dressing room and began to put on the clothes, he quickly ripped open the packages and removed any tags from the clothes. He checked himself in the mirror for any other things that may give away the fact that he was wearing unpaid for clothes. Satisfied he left the dressing room after stuffing the leftovers under the bench of another stall. "Okay good to go." he told Vegas as they began to leave the store.
"What are we going to do about the full moon?" Vegas asked.
"Tell the truth I'm more worried about you," Andy said quietly, mimicking Vegas's tone, "I only have one hand so I'll probably hurt myself more than anything."
"How convenient for you then, never the less we need to find somewhere that will hold us for tonight." Vegas said, "We've got about 12 hours maybe tops to do something."
"What about a boat?" Andy suggested.
"And do what, there's only rivers and lakes around here." Vegas said.
"But maybe when we wolf out we won't even try to go for a swim. Get a big enough lake and a big enough boat and we won't go anywhere." Andy snapped his fingers, happy with the idea.
"Okay then we need a big enough boat, and enough meat so we don't kill each other." Vegas said while looking at the entrance, "We'll get that later though seeing as though you already stole some clothes we don't want to risk them finding out."
"Alrighty then, we'll get some stuff from a different store when they open." Andy said as the automatic doors hissed open and they walked to the car to go searching for any open stores.
ghosty wrote:I'm going for a big write up. Stay tuned.
Looking forward to it...
@ Nachos...Andy...the walking definition of " One Armed Bandit"...
EDIT:... ...Now that I think about it, the Hunters do have a certian "Gambling" theme going..."Vegas" " Joker, Jack and Ace...the Wild Cards"...and now Andy...yeah ...it fits.
" Come then beast...meet your end." Pontius snarled...
Holly froze. Around her the angered crowd were yelling in their own language, shaking fists in anger, their eyes filled with anger. The man she had struck was on his feet, hobbled by his injury, but still standing, staring venomously, and with his jaw set. The only thing that had probably stayed his hand so far was his reluctance to hit a women. But the crowd was boiling, and soon the inevitable initiation into a massacre would begin. Lisa again grabbed at her friends arm, and tried to drag her away, only to find herself pulling against what seemed to be an immovable object. It was like trying to fight against some primeval force, the turning of the tides, the rain, earthquakes. Utterly hopeless. Hollies eyes were wide now, and glazed, as if she were in another place, no longer aware of her surroundings. The great black orbs of her irises, calm and bottomless, as that of the inky black of the deep ocean, hiding something terrible, and unworldly beneath the surface. She was elsewhere, looking out through the eyes of someone else, someone she felt comfortable in, but totally alien to simultaneously. In front of her, a man, a creature that she felt utmost hatred toward. It stood tall and imposing, a human with pale, graying skin, sanguine coloration around the eyes and lips, thin veins streaking across the discolored flesh. His armor, that of a roman, reverberating with age, and yet as strong and brilliant as the day it was forged. In its hand it held a short, wedge shaped blade, cruel and vicious, there was no decoration to it. It was simply a tool for killing, not an accessory. And Holly felt, as she stared at it, and at the man, that he knew how to use it. He was not fumbling for a weapon to defend himself with, his posture, his stance said that at least. He was here to kill, and kill he would do.
Lisa looked nervously around her. The crowd had closed off any means of escape. Something was surely wrong here, she thought as her brained worked in overtime to work out what it could be. A city of impassive people wouldn't just turn on strangers without reason, would they? As she reassured herself, her thoughts went back to the frantic chase from the village just north of Prague, to how crazed the villagers were, how willing they had been to murder them, strangers that had done no wrong... Was it that bad in the city? Lisa didn't know, but something had the people on edge. Was it to do with the massacre at the hospital? She just didn't know, but Lisa really wished she hadn't left her Masterkey in the Van. She felt so much more confident with it resting reassuringly in her hands. Like an old friend, a reminder of her former life. Her mind felt so clouded without it, and she feared that one day she would recede into herself to the point where Lisa could no longer remember anything before... this.
swinging his gladius at the charging she-wolf...
Holly could only watch as her body propelled itself forward, under control that was not her own, and yet her every volition seemed to be urging her forth, even though, as she crossed the distance she knew the weapon would strike home... It was as if she had to sacrifice her body in order to save another, in order to bring a great reckoning upon her hated foe of whom she didn't even know the name of. Holly closed her eyes as she crossed the last few feet, time slowed to a fraction of its speed. She was aware of everything. The gentle breeze on her face, the cries of anguish of men, comrades she didn't even know, the ache in her heart to see brothers in arms dead at her feet, that she could not name. It was to be.
Lisa watched in disbelief as Holly seemed to take a step forward, completely entranced by something, no longer fully aware of her surroundings, towards the injured man. Her eyes, still locked on nothing in particular unnerved her. What was wrong? What could she do to help? The crowd also began to seem unsettled. It was always the way of such things. The mob may be made up of individuals, but they become one single entity, all emotions and feelings. And if something scares one individual part of the general consciousness of it, it scares the entire entity. As such, the angered citizens backed away slightly as she took a step forward, a slight pang of fear upon their faces as Holly took another step.
the blade biting deep into Hollies side...
The world, that had been moving slowly until this moment, each second and hour, returned to its speed by some unseen signal. The spell was broken with a scream of pain that no one saw coming. Holly cried out in agony, clutching at her side where the blade had struck home. The frightened crowd took an involuntary step back in revulsion, as, despite no visible wounds present, blood foamed out from between her delicate lips, as Holly sunk to the floor, her chest heaving...
Ok, time to get some of these write ups done.....
First off, a small one concerning our " wolves in the sky"...Aurelia, feel free to run with this when you post....
... As the Jet lifted into the sky, Screech stared out of the small cabin window ...seemingly fascinated by the diminishing lights bellow...
Erzuli found herself thankful the young one was showing no difficulty in accepting the situation ...
Jarin seated himself near Erzuli, a small smile on his face..." The Pilot has assured me we shall land at our destination well before nightfall.." he said.
The woman nodded, givven that this night was the beginning of the Lunar cycle of frenzy...it would be best if they had landed before the moon rose...
Erzuli stared at Jarin..." You are aware of the Lunar cycle...tonight is the blood moon."
Jarin simply smiled " As I said...we shall have landed well before the rising of the moon...and ...as for ...the Hunger...I assure you Mistress...all your needs...all your wants...shall be fufilled"
The woman tilted her head..." All my needs?" she said.
The huge wolf smiled " Yes My Mistress...the Queen shall see to it."
Erzuli sighed running her hands over her clothes..." Hmm. I wish I had attire more suited to meeting royalty .." she smiled.
Jarin chuckled " Mistress...I anticipated you might, I had the crew purchase a selection of garments and bring them aboard..." the wolf indicated a private door near the rear of the cabin " I pray you not think me to forward.."
Erzuli simply smiled " No...not at all." she glanced up at Jarin..." Thank you."
" It is my pleasure ..Mistress" The big wolf said with a slight bow of his head " If you'd like to inspect them..please do."
The woman nodded and stood walking towards the rear of the cabin...
As she moved away, Jarin watched her, his eyes drinking in her graceful motions and her magnificent beauty...
... Natasha sighed as she lifted her self off of the bed and crossed the room to slip into her robe...
She turned and stared at Carl, who glared at her with a murderous hatred in his eyes...
Natasha shook her head and laughed lightly..." No good night kiss then I suppose.." she said..
Carl lay there, his hands bound above his head...continuing to glare...
Natasha sighed..." If it's any compensation...I enjoyed it less than you did...but...I will see the prophecy fulfilled...one way or another."
The man spoke...his voice trembling..." I promise you Natasha...you will pay for this.."
" Perhaps.." Natasha said softly..." But not at your hand.."
Before Carl could retort Natasha turned and exited the room...
In the hallway, she was greeted by Kerri and Ivan who simply bowed as she approached..
" I want him guarded.." Natasha said to Ivan..." eyes on him at all times..."
" Yes my Queen" Ivan said
" Insure he is fed...and cared for" The Queen said.." And then traquilize him..I don't want him to have enough streagth to even think about escape.."
" Yes my Queen" Ivan repeated...
Walking down the hallway, Kerri spoke..." Mistress...do you believe that...you..concieved..?"
Natasha laughed " Far to soon to tell little one...best to assume not.."
" Was he..?' Kerri began..
" He disgust me.." Natasha said flatly..." Where it not his linage as a Pure Blood...I would have him skinned alive...and eat his heart myself."
" What of the other female...the Pure Blood with Jarin...?" Kerri asked
Natasha paused..." I fear she to will have to endure Carl.." the Queen sighed..." perhaps...when the prophecy is fulfilled we can kill him together.."
Kerri nodded..." And the hew born?.."
" Ah little one.." Natasha said " How I would much rather wait for him than endure that imbecile bound in the next room..."
They entered the Queens chambers..." I must wash that idiots scent from me.." Natasha said as she stepped into the shower..." Then we shall go have a talk with Harlow..."
Kerri tilted her head " May I Inquire about what Mistress..?"
" Harlow would be an asset to us.." Natasha said as she stepped under the water.." I wish to make him an offer to join us..."
"Why are buying so much right now?" Andy asked Vegas as she loaded a shopping cart up with various frozen meats.
"Because I want to be prepared, that's why." Vegas said as she began to count what she had already put in the cart.
"Its going to spoil you know, we don't have a refrigerator or anything." Andy shrugged as he grabbed a pack of beer.
"And why the hell are you buying that?" Vegas asked.
"Because that way they think we're just going to have a barbecue, nothing suspicious with a barbecue." Andy said as he looked around for something else to get.
"I get the feeling that you're not taking this seriously." Vegas sighed, "You know what happens right, let's just make sure you know,"
"Werewolves go crazy on full moons and eat people, they kind of have to." Andy said confidently.
"Yeah, and we're trying to prevent that. Now that I think about it there's something else werewolves do on full moons." Vegas stared at Andy.
"Yeah, they can't help but transforming into wolves." Andy said.
"Not exactly, but we'll need two boats." Vegas said as she continued her shopping.
"What, really, you and me?" Andy smirked, "Like I would ever dream of something like that."
"I won't take that as an insult, but that's what wolves do no matter what they feel when they're humans. So two boats if we do go on a boat." Vegas pulled some hamburger buns off of the shelf.
"Geeze, we get everything we need?" Andy looked at the full cart.
..........
"A full $150 on food." Andy said shocked, "I can't believe we spent $150 on food for one night."
"I can, and its very much worth it if it prevents us from eating people." Vegas said quietly as they unloaded the food into the truck, "Andy are you alright?"
"What do you mean?" Andy asked as they got inside the truck.
"I mean your wife died, and you became a wolf in the same day but you're acting like it was no big deal." Vegas said as she buckled up and started the car.
"Don't know why, but she was a vamp so there was nothing I could do. I guess it was for the best you know."
"But you loved her right?"
"Yeah I did, when she was a human. But she wasn't a human when she died."
"That doesn't make any sense, she still died so you should be feeling sad or something." Vegas retorted.
"I don't know Vegas, I feel weird about the whole thing. Sure she was my wife and I feel sad that I lost her, but I don't know how to explain it." Andy shrugged as he smiled, "I just feel good because after all of this I get to go home and take care of my kid. Sure Wendy is gone, but I killed the vamp who turned her. This was a pretty succesful mission too, a lot of dead wolves, dead vamps..."
"Dead hunters." Vegas interrupted and watched as the smile disappeared from Andy's face.
"I know I shouldn't be, and I don't know why, but I'm in a pretty good mood." Andy stared off at the street corner, "Shouldn't we be going somewhere about now, like a bar or something?"
"Why on Earth do you want to go to a bar, its not even 12 o' clock." Vegas said, "Andy if you're fethed up in the head, we really need to get some help for you."
"I'm alright, I really am. I'm just worried about tonight, I don't want to turn. I'm trying to think of other things, Vegas, I'm fething scared alright."
"Well we have a plan so let's stick to that, we need to find a lake and get some boats. Surely there's a marina around here somewhere in the area." Vegas stopped at a gas station, "First we need to fill the truck up, then we need to get a map of the area. Should be a rest stop we can get a map from, we'll make further plans from there."
"And then we'll get ready for the full moon." Andy said, "This is going to suck, I just know it is."
"I'm sure it will, but afterwards we'll have more time to figure out how to deal with it." Vegas said as she stopped at the pump.
"While you gas up, I need to use the restroom." Andy said as he shut the door to the truck, "Be back in a second."
Andy walked into the convenience store attached to the gas station and asked the clerk for the location of the bathroom, he headed towards the back of the store where the bathrooms were and opened the door to the bathroom. It smelt like bleach, but it was at least mostly clean save for some wet paper towels stuck to the mirror above the sink.
"This is turning out to be a good week." Andy said to himself as he stared at himself in the mirror, "At least I don't look any different." he said as he rubbed his face.
FITZZ wrote:... sounds like Andy might be going a bit mad..
But that's ok, to quote Norman Bates " We all go a little mad sometimes."
I'm sure losing one's wife, right hand, and friends to vampires and being turned into a werewolf all in one day can screw with one's psyche pretty thoroughly...
Although, Andy's behavior is far from adverse, one of the things they teach you in psychology is that people often express emotions or reactions opposite to what you would think they should exhibit, its part of the brain's defense mechanisms...
... Exiting her chambers with Kerri following close behind,Natasha made her way down to the holding area below the mansion...
Entering a narrow hallway she quickly spoke to Brahg,who was there talking with two guards...
" Has he said anything.?"Natasha asked nodding towards the cell door ..
" Nothing your Majesty" Brahg said quickly..." He did cry out once though..."
" But he is unharmed?" Natasha said raising an eyebrow...leaning closer to Brahg..
" Y..Yes you Majesty...I checked myself...he is unharmed.." the tall wolf stammered..
" Good.." Natasha said " Open the cell..."
" Mr. Harlow.." Natasha said entering the cell and placing a small leather bag on the table.." I trust you rested well.."
Harlow looked up from the cot...a smirk spreading across his grizzled face " I sure did.." he said swatting the old paper thin mattress " Real 5 star acomidations you have here Queenie.."
Natasha smiled, though the gesture never touched her eyes...they remained cold and watchful..
" Charming" She said seating herself..." So happy to hear your confortable.."
Harlow sighed..." Look...I've run out of stories to tell you...so if your going to kill me ...just do it and get it over with.."
Natasha frowned the laughed..." Kill you?...why Harlow...that's the furtherest thing from my mind..." she tossed the leather bag to the man..." open it.."
Harlow stared at Natasha for a moment, then unsnapped the bags clasp..inside where several stacks of bills...
The look of surprise on Harlows face caused Natasha to burst out laughing..." Why Mr. Harlow...surely you've seen money before.."
Harlow looked up, still slightly puzzled.." I have...just...Why?"
" Fifty thousand dollars Harlow, it's all yours.." Natasha nodded..." Consider it a long over due payment for killing tha son of a bitch Whitlow.."
Harlow stared back at the bundles of cash " Whitlow...but.."
" I did a bit of reaserch...the name Cody Whitlow...from tha era and location matches images of the bastard who shot me amd murdered my pack..." Natasha said..." It's the same man you claimed to have killed....and ..according to what I found...did kill."
" And what do you want in return..?" Harlow asked defensively...
" Nothing.." Natasha said..." Take it and go...if you choose to..."
" If I choose to..?" Harlow echoed...
" Yes...if you wish to leave....go ahead...take the money...and go.." Natasha said..." But first...let me make you an offer..."
" I knew it.." Harlow said..his smirk returning...
" Hear me out..." Natasha interupted " You impress me as a wolf with no direction Mr. Harlow...no...purpose...a wolf that has spent countless years wondering in search of something more..."
Harlow just stared at the Queen.
" I offer you a chance to join with us Mr Harlow.." Natasha said..." Your skills have been proven...and I feel you would be an asset.."
Harlow frowned..." I'm no ones puppet..."
Natasha smiled..." Think of it as independent contracting.." she said..." You would serve as one of my aggents...and be free to roam as you wish...yet still have something you seem to have not had for some time.."
" What's that..?" Harlow said raising his brow..
" A home." Natasha said..." A home Mr. Harlow..."
The Queen rose as two servants entered pushing carts of meat...
" Have a meal Mr. Harlow...then have Brahg escort you to my study...I shall be there awaiting your answer." Natasha said as she exited the cell.
... " Where the hell are they going now..?" Talbot said from behind the wheel of the big BMW.
Dez just shook his head, they had tailed Any and Vegas from the Hospital, to A Wal-Mart...and now to a Super Market...Dez wasn't quite sure what they were up to...but obviously they had plans..
" Did you see the amount of meat they loaded into that truck..?" Talbot said.
" Well" Dez sighed " Tonight is the full moon...in case you forgot.."
"...And they would choose to eat...cow?" Talbot said in amazement.
" They're Hunters...afflicted with the bite." Dez said irritated.." They won't willingly go after human flesh.."
Talbot drew a 9MM pistol from his coat " We should kill them now...kill them and get back to the mansion."
Dez snarled at the wolf " Put that thing away...we're not killing them here.."
" What's your interest in them anyway.." Talbot said " Why not just kill them.."
" They where there the night I...got bit" Dez said.." And...I turned that one...the woman.." he said pointing towards Vegas.
" You want her?..as a mate?" Talbot asked
" No.." Dez said shaking his head..." Not at all."
The truck with the two Hunters inside pulled away...and slowly the BMW followed
" I'll report all this to Natasha " Talbot said lifting his phone from the craddle " This will interest her greatly.."
Dez nodded " You do that..."he said, his eyes locked on the truck several cars ahead.
Andy left the bathroom, he had cleaned the paper towels from the mirror. There was no sense in letting someone with a crappy job need to do extra work. He left the bathroom and looked around the convenience store at the different goods offered. There was a lot of foreign items but he recognized some of the familiar labels, he wanted to go home, he wanted to leave Prague, he wanted everything to be back to normal. But he liked being different, he didn't want to change into a wolf but he wanted to keep the strength, he could use it. He looked out the window and saw Vegas put the pump back into place, she was the only familiar thing left in Prague for Andy. No other friends, he felt alone and he felt like he needed to escape.
He had inadvertantly picked up a bottle of pepsi and had begun to walk towards the door before he realized what he was doing and put the soda back onto a shelf. He walked back to the truck and sat in the seat, the truck swayed as Vegas climbed in. Andy thought he could smell something above the meat and the gas, he had never really smelled anything like it before. He looked at Vegas, she had begun to smell different but it wasn't her.
"Vegas, I think I can smell wolves." Andy said as he looked around them.
"I think so too, I thought it was just you." Vegas said as she began to look around as well.
"I don't know, but from what I can tell it may be more than we can handle right now." Andy continued to look around, "I don't have any silver on me, just wooden bullets."
"Are you serious?" Vegas said almost angry, "You left all of your silver out?"
"Well its not like I can touch it now", Andy shrank into the seat. "We should probably go, now."
"Damnit, can't get a fething break." Vegas said as she started the car and began to speed out of the gas station.
"I think we're driving towards it." Andy said as he stared at Vegas, "Why the hell are you going towards it?"
"We're going to get some information." Vegas said, "We're going to find out about this full moon business."
As they rounded the corner, they realized that there were two wolves instead of just one. They were still in their human form, but they were attracting all sorts of attention anyways. Vegas sat bolt upright when she realized who she was looking at.
"What's going on?" Andy asked, "Now you're acting all funny."
A quick call to the Network and suddenly Joker was right on track to returning the little bundle of joy to Andy's mother in law. Joker eyed the baby as it slept wondering what would become of it. He had known full well what Vegas told him was absolute crap about resurrecting Andy, she was a witch hunter for Christ sake and either bit him or let him die, neither of those were good for his child.
Still, he would do what he was told and then figure out what he would do with himself, he wasn't about to stand with werewolf Vegas and wasn't too thrilled about the concept of werewolf Andy either, he was already crazy and couldn't imagine him raising a child and being a werewolf.
After a long car ride they had arrived at the house of Andy's mother in law, Joker had approached the door with the baby and rang the doorbell, after a short while a rather older woman opened the door and eyed both Joker and the infant.
"Hello, is there something I can help you with?"
"Ummm, yes there is, are you the mother of Wendy Bruss?" Joker asked hoping he didn't get the wrong house.
"Yes I am, has something happened to her? Why are you here?"
"I'm here to give you her child." Joker stated offering the baby to her.
"Is this some kind of practical joke? My Wendy isn't supposed to give birth for months. Who are you really?" She demanded.
"No this isn't a joke...My name is Joker and the reason the baby is born now is because a vampire did some kind of ritual to speed up the pregnancy." He stated trying to make it sound not ridiculous
"So you're telling me a man named Joker flew miles and miles to give me my daughters vampire induced baby? I see the Network still hasn't changed a bit."
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but there is one more thing ms."
"What is it?" She responded taken aback by all the recent news.
"I'm afraid that when your pregnant daughter was captured, in the time it took to rescue her a vampire named Pontius...embraced her... she was put out of her misery shortly after."
"My daughter's dead then?" She said with her eyes brimming with tears, cradling her grandchild.
"I'm afraid so Ms, my condolences."
"Very well, thank you for the news Joker, no matter how dark it is."
"Andy will be stopping by sometime in the near future to pick up the child. I'm sorry again."
Joker made his leave and boarded the first flight back not liking what was in store for the near future.
Harlow sat on the cot alone and thought. While he was doing so, he took advantage of the Queens offer of a meal and chewed rather slowly. He did this in restraint, whether it was a combination of him not having anything since the night before or the approaching madness, or a combination of the two he did not know, but he felt compelled by something to swallow the stuff whole. Harlow thought about the Queen's words, his mind covering what had been said. His eyes again went to the leather case full of money. The guards had been gracious enough to give him back his other bag full of his belongings as well. The weapons were all still there, yet unloaded, as Harlow had checked.
A home...that was a concept Harlow had not been familiar with in more than a century. He had thoroughly mixed feelings about the offer. By all accounts the Queen had been kind to him, there had been no torture as Harlow had thought there would be, and she had not shown anything like hostility to him. Here he was in a building full of other beings like him, something he could never hope for among the humans on the outside. He had done mercenary work before and the notion that he would be working for somebody like him intrigued him. The thought of belonging to a group was something that filled Harlow with a sense of longing. A family, a pack was something that Harlow hadn't had. Perhaps that offer was feasible. Perhaps the queen was nothing like he had thought before, perhaps she and her servants were a noble cause...
Noble...the word snapped Harlow back to reality with its laughability. When was the last time that Harlow had met a single Lycan that was benevolent? If there was one thing that Harlow knew, in the world of the supernatural, there were only the simple rules of the animal kingdom: There were predators, there were scavengers, there were opportunists, and there was prey. Harlow's eyes darted toward the guards outside the room, he made eye contact with one of them. Did that gaze hold anything like nobility? No, Harlow didn't pretend to be noble himself, but the fact was that Natasha was cleverly trying to make herself look like something she wasn't. The more Harlow thought about it, the more he was convinced, the queen was trying to pull one over on him, he'd seen the like before from the cache of a thousand tyrants; smooth talk, good looks, an offer that sounded too good to be true. This was how an evil mind worked, Natasha hadn't offered Harlow a job out of the goodness of her heart, he had seen the look in those eyes, she knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it, and it had almost worked on Harlow too. He had heard her himself, she had called him an 'asset' he was a tool to her for some agenda, so were all these goons around her. Harlow didn't know what the Queen was planning, but at this point, he was pretty convinced he didn't want to be a part of it. The handshake with Ryan came up in his mind, his hand clenched as he thought about that wolf. He had other matters that needed to be dealt with anyway...
The hard part was now, how to break that to her without telling her to feth off. Harlow was no diplomat but he had a feeling he wouldn't be walking out of here if he said anything of the sort. This required a delicate approach. Harlow groaned slightly, this wasn't going to be fun, he was far from eloquent.
Harlow made a last check to see that all his things were as they should be, then satisfied, he strapped the bags to his back and exited the room where the guards stood. Harlow looked to the biggest one who towered over him for almost a foot, Harlow looked him square in the eyes.
"Your the biggest here, you must be Brahg." Harlow said, remembering the way the queen had made the giant of a wolf stutter. That was another thing, Harlow didn't want to tangle with a force that could make such a big wolf nervous.
"Have you made your decision?" The wolf replied.
"Yep." Harlow said nonchalantly and began to walk towards the stairs, the other wolves shrugged and followed him, Brahg soon took the lead however, as Harlow wasn't all sure of where he was going.
"So, do you mind telling me what your decision is?" The big wolf asked.
"You'll find out as soon as the queen does." Harlow responded. He could sense the wolf in front of him's frustration, that was another thing, every single wolf he had encountered including the queen had thought him nothing more than Nrajah filth which Harlow figured was something akin to humans looking down on certain ethnicities. If humans could be harsh to those they considered under them, Harlow could only imagine what the wolves were like...
The group finally found the study and Harlow presented himself in front of the Wolf Queen who sat in a rather luxuriously crafted chair.
"Ah, Harlow." She said as if pleased. "I trust the food was satisfactory?"
"Your hospitality knows no end, milady." Harlow said trying to sound like he was addressing nobility.
"Good, now then, have you thought about what I have offered you?"
"I have." Harlow tried not to reveal the nervousness that was constricting his insides.
"And?"
There was a pause and to Harlow it seemed that the air hung still on the air.
"It honestly took a lot of debate on my part to make the decision. Your offer is gracious and under normal circumstances I would have taken it." Harlow said, studying the eyes of Natasha, her face revealed no signs of emotion. "I will not pretend to know you, milady, so please don't pretend to know me. I have prior commitments, former matters to attend to and for that I must respectfully refuse. Please don't take it as spite, I don't bear that towards you, but there are agreements that I must honor and..."
Harlow paused here, unsure of what to say next.
"I am sure that your majesty is familiar with a sense of duty, a concept of honor."
The air continued to stiffen as Harlow waited tensely fro Natasha's response. Her face revealed nothing to him, neither did her scent.
"I am sorry to hear that." She finally said, as if saddened. "But I can understand your position. I do not hold ill will to your either, Harlow, and so I will be true to my word and allow you to leave in peace."
Harlow let out a held breath, his head began to bow slightly out of relief.
"But." The word hit him like a thunderclap. "I hope that this sense of honor you claim to have will prevent you from making further advances against me. I would hate to have to make good on my earlier threats." As she finished , Harlow caught a look in her eye that chilled him to the bone, if he had a doubt about it now it was quashed, she would not hesitate to kill him, or anyone for that matter, that got in her way.
"At this point I am convinced that that would be a deadly mistake, milday." Harlow said in the most diplomatic way possible. He tipped his hat in a gesture of salute and turned and walked out of the room, past the glares of the werewolf guards and into the outside air. As he left the gate, he dared not look back, thinking that he might not like what he saw when he did turn around.
He continued walking along the road until he was out of sight of the estate. He took a good look around and got his bearings. He took a lungfull of air through his nose and began going through the scents, it was time he caught up with someone and left that den of wolves behind...
darksage wrote:By the way Andy owes Joker a ton of money in babysitting fees.
Can Andy pay in installments? I'm sure one slightly rotten gift basket signed 'From Natasha, thanks for killing Pontius' would be enough for a downpayment at least.
BIC:
"Vegas, I think we should go." Andy said as he grabbed at her arm, "I think I remember her too and we need to go."
"No, she's related to me, I'm not going to go." Vegas protested.
"Vegas, she's with Ryan, we need to go." Andy almost begged, "I don't want to die twice in the same day Vegas, please can we go?"
"Andy just shut the hell up." Vegas shouted, "We're going to get her out of that crowd and then we're going to talk to her and her friend."
"What about Ryan?" Andy protested quietly.
"If I recall he only had a problem with you." Vegas replied as she climbed out of the truck, Andy reluctantly followed after her.
"We are with the Opperheim Mental Institute." Vegas said in Czech to the crowd, "These are our patients and we need to recover them." she waved her hands in the air to get the crowd's attention. They seemed to collectively roll their eyes and some began cursing at Vegas for letting two mental patients escape. The crazy part was that they were believing her ruse.
"Who are you?" One of the females asked as she helped the blue haired one up.
"My name's Vegas," Vegas also went to help up Holly while Andy watched the crowd, "she's a friend of mine so by extension you are as well. At least for now."
"And who's he?" she asked, as they approached the truck, "Oh that's Andy, don't worry about him."
"Wait a second, Andy? Andy Bruss?" she responded in shock.
"Yeah, why?" Vegas loaded Holly into the passenger seat of the truck.
"Isn't he a hunter, he killed the brother of a... a friend of ours." she replied.
"Don't worry, he isn't himself." Vegas looked at Andy who was slowly walking backwards to the truck, "Andy come on, get in the back seat."
"I'm coming." Andy said as he rushed into the truck, "Did we have to take them in the same vehicle, what if Ryan sees us? He'll think we're kidnapping them or something." his fear was almost palpable.
"That can't be the same Andy from what Holly and Ryan told me, they said he fed Ryan's brother to a vampire." the female continued the conversation, "This guy seems more like a werechicken than a werewolf, or even a hunter."
"Like I said, he's not himself. He's had a bad day and a bad week." Vegas looked over at Holly and felt overcome with joy, she was incredibly happy that they had finally met.
"Long time no see huh?" Holly said with a small smile, "Last time I saw you, you were human and so was he, what happened?"
"We were hunters, but his wife got abducted by Pontius. She was with child and they took the kid out of her and ended up embracing her, Andy had to do some tasks for Pontius and it ended up in a fight. His wife was killed and he, well he ended up dying after killing Pontius. I was turned by a hunter from Empire City who was turned into a wolf and well, I kind of brought Andy back to life." Vegas explained, "He hasn't been the same since."
"You fought Pontius too?" Holly asked.
"Yeah, big show down." Vegas nodded.
"Well that explains what I saw." Holly smirked as she rolled her head on the headrest to look at Andy, "He lost his hand too?"
"Yeah, it was a bad day for him." Vegas kept driving along the road, looking for a warehouse of some kind where they could talk.
"Hello again Andy." Holly saw that Andy was nervous and could smell that he was incredibly worried, "Do you remember me?"
Andy nodded, "You're one of Ryan's friends, where is he by the way?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Holly smiled, "Here, there, behind you."
"Please don't, I don't want any trouble alright, I have a kid I want to get back to." Andy confessed, "I don't want to deal with Ryan, please, please don't call him or anything."
"Wow he really did change, does he do what you say now?" Holly asked Vegas.
"Now that you mention it..." Vegas's eyes looked up in thought, "he kind of has been. More than usual at least."
"Figures, you turned him right?"
"Yeah I turned him, but I was turned by that one hunter and I didn't act like this for a second."
"Okay, but did you lose your wife, hand, humanity, and get resurrected from death by the bite?" Holly asked.
"No, he's just having issues right now, he'll deal with them. Why do you ask?"
"Because, when a person is turned they feel a connection to the wolf that turned them. Chances are you can pick out the wolf that turned you more easily from a crowd than any other wolf. If he's already messed up with everything that's been going on and then he gets turned the same day, well let's just say your stuck with him."
"You mean like he's in love with me or something?" Vegas lowered her voice, "His wife just died, how..."
"Not like that." Holly cut Vegas off, "He's not in love with you, but he feels like he needs to stay around you. Think about it, his entire life changed, everything about his life changed and everything he's going through is strange to him. He has one hand now, he's a widower, a single parent, a werewolf, a zombie and you lost some hunters at the fight I just know it. The only thing left that he knows is you, couple that with the fact that you turned him and you're the only thing that's keeping him from going completely insane. He knows it and he's going to do what he can to keep you around."
"So he'll do whatever I say?" Vegas asked.
"To a point, don't push it though. You don't want him dead or to go crazy do you?" Holly watched as Vegas shook her head, "That's what I thought. But I will tell you something, this new Andy is going to come in handy when we meet Ryan. At least he won't be confrontational and just ask to get his ass kicked."
"We don't have to meet Ryan do we? If he's not with you guys then that's okay, Vegas just wanted to ask you some questions." Andy quickly added in.
"What do you mean we don't have to meet Ryan?" Holly responded, "I'm sure Ryan would love to meet the guy who killed Pontius, its not every day he gets to meet a hunter who turned into a wolf much less two."
"I didn't want to die again." Andy moaned.
"Don't worry Andy, he's had bad days too. Maybe he won't kill you, hell even I feel a bit bad for you despite the fact that you shot at us before."
OOC:
Andy, Holly, Vegas, and Lisa are all on their way to a warehouse. Up to ghosty with further meetings.
@ Fitzz... why did I not take the 'splash-guard' comments seriously until now?
IC...
Flicking back her damp hair, a naked Erzuli stared into the mirror, feeling the gentle roll of turbulance subside as the jet flew over the Atlantic. What she would have given for a shower right about now but the wash basin would have to do. She'd checked out the clothing Jarin had provided some time ago and but after trying to get Screech to clean up, she was a little stressed. The girl had taken to her new name, Anya, well, even thanking Erzuli for it. However, aside from brushing her hair and cleaning off a little, the young wolf still looked a mess, an annoying teenage mess who was now sat back in the main cabin. Perhaps, she thought, with her 'daughter' seeming so meek, it would make her less of a threat to the Queen. Erzuli laughed at herself.
"You think too much of yourself, deserving or not!"
She prodded her reflection, knowing this journey was both insanity and an oppertunity. She would have to bide her time and see just what kind of position she could make for herself in this new land. Aside from Anya she had no allies there and would need to make new ones quickly. Patience would definately have to be a virtue to prize and she would have to put her dislike of other powerful females behind her. Erzuli glanced at the scars on her right hand; she'd been lucky to win that fight and had no idea just how powerful this Queen, Natasha, was.
She looked over her reflection again, feeling the stress levels rising: clean enough for humans maybe but as a wolf she could still smell death and ethanol from where she'd smashed all her precious jars. She'd smell like an undertaker... wonderful! She sighed, trying to convince herself that it might not be such a bad thing. After all, she was going to, hopefully, start her experiments again with a lot more resources at her disposal. Depending on whether Natasha saw any merit in them of course. The realisation she might be becoming breeding stock hit her once more and she ran her nails down the mirror, angry at a thought that crossed her mind.
"I may have no choice."
Anya watched the clouds roll by below the plane and marvelled at the flashes of lightning on the horizon ahead of them. She remembered something like this from her life before her freedom, yet this time it felt all the more exhilarating. This time she felt like she had escaped something and the prospect of finding out more about the new world that had opened up to her, plus the nearing moon was putting her in a fantastic mood. She was hungry.
Erzuli's hip ached as she tried to calm herself down. She growled quietly and flexed her hand, shifting it back from the half changed form she had found so useful in her experiments, to human. Tracing the gouges in the mirror with her fingers, she watched her fangs shorten and the thin dusting of black fur across her body fade into nothing. Yet another aspect of herself she would have to control, her temper. She would not be a slave though. Pulling her knife from it's sheath on the chair beside her, she looked along the length of the blade and frowned.
"You need a little sharpening but you'll have to do for now... though maybe a little extra spice might be called for."
The idea that struck her made her shiver with excitement and she rushed to the door, flinging it open. She strode across the cabin and grabbed her shoulder bag and dragged it back to the rear of the plane, slamming the door shut behind her. Leaving a giggling Anya and stunned Jarin in her wake.
After quickly recovering from the sight of a slighty damp, naked Pure Blood, Jarin had watched the young wolf for quite some time, trying to figure her out, to get something of her personality. He'd attempted to talk to her but she seemed far too distracted by her own thoughts to even answer. The most he'd gotten from the girl was a short remark about her now being called 'Anya', a few hums in response to his questions that he could not decifer and the cheeky grin he'd caught her giving him after Erzuli had vanished back into the rear cabin. The girl had looked out of the window from that point and he wasn't sure whether to admire the fact she was so calm despite being so newly changed or to just think she was a little crazy.
"So was that a lucky guess at my size or have you become experienced with sizing a woman's figure in all those centuries?"
Erzuli was standing at the back of the cabin, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Drawing her nails across Anya's cheek in some sort of oddly affectionate motion, she strode over to Jarin, sat in the seat opposite him and flattened it out to form a bed. Sitting back up, she pulled her bag up onto it and leant against the satchel, putting her feet up on the arm of his chair. He stared at her for a moment, taking in her new look and contemplating pushing her boots off the upholstery; she still wore her original ones and despite her cleaning them up a bit, they were still a little dirty.
"Well?" She was still grinning as he looked up at her properly. He grinned back and shoved her feet off the chair, causing her to fall. Catching her before she hit the floor, he gently pushed her back against her bag.
"Just luck."
She looked at her nails, which were painted with a dark purple shade and glanced at Anya before looking back to him.
"Oh luck? Yes I've had quite an experience with that myself." She pushed her bag to the floor, took off the black leather coat she had chosen to wear and laid back on the seat. "I like yours though, it makes for comfortable wearing." She glanced over to Anya again, turned onto her side, facing away from him and chuckled.
"Sleeping now?"
"Well turning up to see the Queen, exhausted, would be rude. Especially when the blood moon will be affecting us all anyway." She groaned quietly in pain before he could respond and stood up. Jarin could she the flecks of lighter skin going up her left hip and frowned as she rubbed them.
"Old wound?"
Erzuli sighed, a little irritated and leaned down, retrieving her snuff box from the coat. Flicking it open she ran a finger over the paste inside and gingerly licked it off. She sighed again, this time visably relaxing.
"Something so old I can't even remember getting it." Sitting down somewhat stiffly, she laid on her front, only just managing to hold back the wince. "The salve helps calm it down. It took me fifty years to get the formula right so I don't get drowsy, its a fine balance."
"Does it effect you physically?"
"Fighting you mean?" she shook her head, managing a small smile. "I knew you would ask that... no it doesn't. The scar aches when the weather changes or when I..."
Jarin looked at her questioningly and she put her head on her arms. 'Damn him for being so easy to talk to', she thought, 'I need to change the subject.' She caught a glance of her nails and spotted a slight chip on one of them, the finger she'd put through the salve. 'Damn it', she cursed silently, hoping the cause wasn't what she feared. Casting her thoughts back to distracting him from her weakness, she spoke.
"So... its been a long time since I spent time with other wolves on a blood moon. How do you handle the night?"
Erzuli found herself only half listening to Jarin as he talked, as the fact she had been awake for almost 48hrs also caught up with her. Despite her attempts to stave off sleep and respond to him, the feeling of his touch on her shoulder caused a smile and she drifted off into a world of hazy dreams.
Jarin pulled the long coat over her shoulders, somewhat surprized she had fallen asleep so suddenly. He smiled, appreciating the sight of her laying there. Hearing a quiet murmur from he back of the cabin, he looked over to see Anya had also fallen asleep. A quieter trip back than he'd expected this close to the full moon but it gave him time to arrange everything.
OOC: Nachos, it's all good, except that Holly and Lisa don't know he has a kid. Guess I'll go for another write up tonight. Something to do with Ryan and Star meeting friends...
Fixed, trying to avoid the Holly/Vegas interactions because I wasn't sure if they were sisters or had some other connections. Thought it would be best for you or silly to go in depth with that.
halonachos wrote:Fixed, trying to avoid the Holly/Vegas interactions because I wasn't sure if they were sisters or had some other connections. Thought it would be best for you or silly to go in depth with that.
They're sisters...
Have to admit it's funny reading Andy having a "break down"...but it works all things considered.
... Right, I will add that I've done a few sneaky things in the RP...things some of you now know about...and others will just be surprised about
when the "reveal" comes..
...And Nachos...just to give you something else to worry about....Smalls is still alive.
halonachos wrote:Yeah, Andy isn't doing too well. Full moon isn't helping either, haven't forgotten about Smalls though. He will indeed get what's coming to him.
I'm actually working on a "Smalls" write up now...should be up soon..
And because it's such a lovey day and I'm in a giving mood...I'll let everyone know that I've been working on a few other evil surprises for most of you...
halonachos wrote:Yeah, Andy isn't doing too well. Full moon isn't helping either, haven't forgotten about Smalls though. He will indeed get what's coming to him.
I'm actually working on a "Smalls" write up now...should be up soon..
And because it's such a lovey day and I'm in a giving mood...I'll let everyone know that I've been working on a few other evil surprises for most of you...
Remember you can't spell slaughter without laughter. Speaking of which I saw Insidious, funny as hell seeing as though there were so many cameos in there. Jigsaw, Darth Maul, Oliver Twist...
Remember you can't spell slaughter without laughter. Speaking of which I saw Insidious, funny as hell seeing as though there were so many cameos in there. Jigsaw, Darth Maul, Oliver Twist...
Haven't seen it yet, but want to...I imagine I will get around to it...sooner or later.
Remember you can't spell slaughter without laughter. Speaking of which I saw Insidious, funny as hell seeing as though there were so many cameos in there. Jigsaw, Darth Maul, Oliver Twist...
Haven't seen it yet, but want to...I imagine I will get around to it...sooner or later.
You'll have a blast, trust me. You just have to look in the background to see certain things though, like Freddy krueger too.
... Within the confines of the crooked house, in the blood drenched front room, Small knelt ...his tortured wails reverberating through the twisting hallways.
His warped and twisted soul cried out for vengance ....for his fallen Master...and for Her...
The man reached forth with a trembling and torn hand...his knarled fingers scooping up a handful of blackend ash...
" WENDY!!!" he roared...his voice a mixture of anquish and fury..
Tears spilled from his bloodshot eyes as he smeared the ash over his pale face..
" You should have been mine.." he whispered ...his voice trembling.
His hate had become to large to contain..at once he was up and moving, kicking a ghoul who was gathering the remains of the fallen to the ground...
In a small dark room, it's walls covered with photographs of Wendy, Smalls began to gather his belongings ...
Sitting on the floor, he slowly broke his riffle down and slipped it into it's case...
" Bruss.." the crazed man hissed as he lifted a shining bullet to his eye...
drawing his blade...Smalls began to carve ..
When he had finished...he stared at his handy work...an insane smile on his lips..
etched into the bullet was a single name...
" Bruss" Smalls cackled as he slid the bullet into his pocket and lifted his bags, slinging them over his shoulder...
" Bruss..." He laughed again...a high maniacal sound, as he exited the crooked house and slowly began to walk down it's twisted steps.
FITZZ wrote:... Within the confines of the crooked house, in the blood drenched front room, Small knelt ...his tortured wails reverberating through the twisting hallways.
His warped and twisted soul cried out for vengance ....for his fallen Master...and for Her...
The man reached forth with a trembling and torn hand...his knarled fingers scooping up a handful of blackend ash...
" WENDY!!!" he roared...his voice a mixture of anquish and fury..
Tears spilled from his bloodshot eyes as he smeared the ash over his pale face..
" You should have been mine.." he whispered ...his voice trembling.
His hate had become to large to contain..at once he was up and moving, kicking a ghoul who was gathering the remains of the fallen to the ground...
In a small dark room, it's walls covered with photographs of Wendy, Smalls began to gather his belongings ...
Sitting on the floor, he slowly broke his riffle down and slipped it into it's case...
" Bruss.." the crazed man hissed as he lifted a shining bullet to his eye...
drawing his blade...Smalls began to carve ..
When he had finished...he stared at his handy work...an insane smile on his lips..
etched into the bullet was a single name...
" Bruss" Smalls cackled as he slid the bullet into his pocket and lifted his bags, slinging them over his shoulder...
" Bruss..." He laughed again...a high maniacal sound, as he exited the crooked house and slowly began to walk down it's twisted steps.
Oh god, Smalls is a stalker and because he can't have Wendy he wants Andy... not cool Fitzz, not cool. Is Smalls a vamp now or something by any chance?
No, Smalls isn't a Vamp...Smalls is insane..though he was drinking a lot of vamp blood...
If you recall from earlier in the RP, Smalls had stated he always had wanted Wendy...( though he did underplay it a bit)...he now blames Andy not only for "taking her"...but also for her destruction...and of course the destruction of his Master .
Harlow continued to walk along the forest road, he tallied up all the problems starring him in the face...
He had no way of getting around, he was stuck in the middle of a country he knew nothing about, the only real acquaintances that he had were somewhere in a city that he'd never been to, and in a little more than twelve hours he was going to become steroid injected version of Cujo...
The list went on and on and caused him to wear the continuous scowl that he usually had. Right now, he was just trying to find the scent he was looking for. He might have been a relatively old wolf and a decent tracker but he wasn't looking for a herd of buffalo, he was looking for two she wolves in a city of people who all had different scents, even for a seasoned wolf, this was not going to be easy. Harlow didn't know the time but by the position of the sun, he'd say he'd been at that estate for at least a few hours.
He stopped to think for a moment, his clarity of mind was helped by doing a familiar task: loading his weapons, it took him a few minutes, but he eventually had his revolvers back in their holsters, a sensation he found reassuring.
As he continued to walk and the trees thinned out, the traffic which was nonexistent when he started walking picked up. He tried flagging down quite a few cars and trucks to no avail. He grumbled, did anyone ever want to help anyone other than themselves anymore?
Finally he got an idea that worked. He reached into the leather bag that Natasha had given him and pulled out one of the stacks of money, holding it up for the drivers to see and hiking a finger up with it. A pickup truck finally stopped and Harlow opened the door to see a rather dirty, practically dressed man who smiled at him.
"Going some where bud?" He asked in something Harlow assumed was the Czech version of a country accent. Surprisingly, he spoke it in English too... Harlow thought he knew why too...
"You from America?" He said putting his hand up to shake. The man's smile grew wider as he nodded.
"Yep, here visitin family, you?"
"Just a guy down on his luck." Harlow said taking a hundred dollar bill and handing it to the man who put it in his pocket. Harlow got in the truck and shut the door.
"Where to bud?"
"Know any gas stations around here?" Harlow asked
"Yeah I guess, it'll be a few minutes, what are the odds, two Americans meetin up like this in the middle of nowhere in Europe eh?"
"Apparently pretty good." Harlow said with a smirk.
"Ain't that the truth bud." The driver said. The two sat in silence until they made the city limits and finally saw a gas station on the corner of one of the streets as they made their way into the city. The truck bounced into the parking lot and Harlow got out, tipping his hat to the man.
"Thanks." He said simply.
"Any time bud." the man said before Harlow closed the door and the truck drove away further into the city.
Harlow scanned the parking lot and saw something that surprised him further. There was a big black SWAT van parked at the back of the station. Harlow walked over to it to confirm his suspicions, he looked at the right side, yep, it was the same one, it had the bullet dents...
Harlow looked around, he didn't see Lisa or Holly anywhere around but he had at least found their scent. It was all over the place here pretty distinctively. Harlow went inside, there were a few people and employees talking, a few customers minding their own business. He walked around for a bit, trying not to get in people's way and at the same time eavesdropping on their conversations...
"First it was that big Irish fellow who attacked that business guy earlier and now its escaped asylum patients...What the hell is going on with this city?!" He heard someone say in accented English.
"Did you see the way that girl just collapsed? Whats up with that?"
"Probably didn't take her medication or something, I didn't trust those two who came in and said they were from the mental hospital either, no uniforms no nothing, there weren't any cops with them either."
"I dunno about that but apparently that van out there is what the two women came in, they must have stolen it, there's a tow truck on the way to pick it up."
Their conversation continued, but Harlow had heard all he had needed to know, he was back on track, it seemed like somebody had come and taken Lisa and Holly, whether it was willingly or not, he didn't know but all he could do was follow the scent, if he found the two girls again, he would find Ryan eventually...
Harlow headed out towards the van, he opened the driver side door which was unlocked, the two she wolves must have not planned on staying here for much longer. There was something else, Harlow detected other scents, definitely lycan, oh this just kept getting better and better. Maybe Natasha's goons had already found them and now they were sitting in a room in that estate like Harlow had been. Harlow snarled in frustration as he got behind the wheel of the van, he noted that the bike was still strapped into the back of it and smiled, at least he hadn't lost his bike...
Harlow started the van up with the keys that were still in the ignition and got it onto the street, it had been a while since he'd piloted anything so big, and the driving took some serious muscle memory to get used to again. He was sure that someone had noticed him leaving with the van and had called and shouted after him but at this point he didn't care in the slightest. His blood started to thrum as the sun rose, the first prickly sensations of what was to come tonight. These thoughts and the ones of what he had to do made him quite null to the world outside him. Harlow left the driver side window open so he could follow the scent, which was still difficult.
He followed it all the way to a district he remembered from the night before where he had met the source of his troubles so far...
...When I was younger I read a book called " How to be a complete bastard" by Adrian Edmondson ( you may recall his character VyVyan from "The young ones")...
I took much of what I read to heart...
OOC: Just to clarify, this is a bit before present time. I'm catching up with everyone as it were.
Up ahead lay a small shack, a dull glow emanating from its windows, belying an open fire burning within. Even from the shelter of a copse of trees, Ryan felt he was far too exposed out in the wilderness. Or at least, he felt his son would be. He wouldn't risk his childs health for anything, unless he had no alternative. And now, lying blatantly in front of him, was shelter. It looked cosey, and safe. Ryan turned to Star and gave a quick nod. It would do for the night, and with that, Ryan moved off on his own, to check the building out before they hunkered down into it. He circled the house twice, keeping to the shadows of the trees, before he finally approached the door, which lay ajar, letting a crack of warm light streak across the lightly frosted ground.It stunk of human as he got closer, and necessity drove him to draw claws. It occurred to him how much he had changed in the last few weeks of his life. Leadership have driven him to kill humans in order to feed his pack, which had made him lose his morals. Ever since Empire he had eaten human flesh. Sometimes only on the full moon, other times, when other food was scarce, or frequently, if they were in a populated area. It had only been since they had come to Europe that Ryan began not to care for those he killed, or that he had begun to enjoy the thrill of the chase, or the taste of fear. Ryan dismissed the thoughts, making sure he would address them later, and turned his mind to the matter at hand. He pushed the door open slowly, and peered into the shack. It was warm inside, and also inhabited. Two men were sitting inside, wielding weapons. Their look of surprise was reflected upon Ryans own face, and they stared at each other for several seconds before either groups reacted. With a crazed battle cry, the cultist of the village below, a former school teacher who had seen far too many of his pupils be taken by Rawhide, jumped up from the stool he had been perched on, and crossed the distance of the interior of the cabin in three long strides, a sickle clenched in both hands above his head, his eyes locked on Ryans. His brother in arms, an older man, with a long and wild beard, staggered to his feet, his hands groping for his air rifle. Ryan took in the obscenity of the situation for a blink of an eye, before he judged that there was no room for reasoning with the two. Something in their eyes, some primal hunger resonated with Ryans own; he knew they urged to kill, it mattered not who, and Ryan, for the first time in his life, felt genuine pity for himself, for seeing such similarities between himself, and a pair of inane, gibbering maniacs. Focusing on the grisly task before him, Ryan parried the two handed strike from the Teacher, the sickles curved blade wedging itself into Ryans forearm. Without so much as a grunt of pain, the huge irishman swung his other, free arm round in a disemboweling arc, but he stopped at the last second. He didn't want to get blood everywhere, not if he had his kid in here. The man yanked his blade free, as a pellet boomed out into the night, echoing for miles around. The old man began to reload the rifle, cursing his luck. He had missed both Ryan and his accomplice, but only by scant inches. The teacher swung again, seeking to decapitate Ryan. He dodged the swing, and watched as the hooked blade hit the door frame with a *thunk* sticking in fast. A cruel smile spread across his face as he looked down upon the disarmed man. With one large hand, Ryan lifted the frantic teacher up by the throat, and then, with a a brief grunt, crushed the windpipe. He dropped the body to the ground, his eyes turning to the older assailant, who had only just reloaded. The second round hit Ryan square in the chest, and he staggered back a step. With a brief sniff, Ryan propelled himself across the room, cares of blood and mess being thrown to the wind at the proposition of a feast. As he sailed through the air, his body shifted and changed, until a giant wolf crashed into the screaming elder, and in a flurry of claws, and teeth, blood, limbs, entrails and organs were scattered, and a bloody mess was left where a human once had stood.
And then, silence.
Star peered round the door, and gasped. The gigantic form of Ryan was standing, stooped slightly, unable to stand at full height in the confines of the cabin. He was every bit as magnificent, and more, as the day she had seen him first, his body heaving with great breaths, and with blood smeared across his face. She carefully put her pup down on the ground, and took a step forward.
"Ryan... I never got to thank you for taking me under your wing."
She smiled seductively, and threw back her head, and let out a long and entrancing howl, as her body changed, a slender, and sleek furred she wolf stepping out of the rags of her clothes. Ryans mind, filled with his barel controlled rage, turned to other... desires, as he let himself go to the animal within, urging to escape. A great black furred beast became intertwined with that of the smaller and auburn hued she wolf, as they created the beast with two backs...
One cheeky censored love scene later
The sun rose slowly in the sky, heralding a new day for the city of Prague, and on the outskirts of the village of Hluboká Dřevo Ryan opened his eyes sleepily. He was lying on the wooden floor of a small shack he faintly recalled taking refuge in for the night. He was also faintly aware that his hand was resting on something cold and sticky, and after a quick examination, it turned out to be a scar tissue covered Liver. Probably from the old man. He turned and looked to his left, and spied Star sitting on a wooden stool, suckling their child. Ryan blinked. It really was their child, not just his. It was as much hers as it was his. And after the antics they shared last night... Ryan began to ponder whether or not he was able to commit to Star. His mind drifted to thoughts along the lines of 'would he still be able to mate with others, if he chose to? I mean, they were like wolves, and wolves do that kinda thing all the time...'
Ryan got to his feet, picked up a pair of discarded boxers, and slipped them on.
"Morning." He said nonchalantly, as he sat back down next to Star.
"Morning." She replied, glancing over to him, smiling briefly, before she turned back to the kid.
"Erm... had a good sleep?"
Star sighed. "Your not very good with the small talk are you? I mean, we have things to discuss... about us."
"What about us?"
"Are we... together now?"
"I dunno, guess so."
Star sighed again, and looked him dead in the eyes. "You could sound more sincere about it."
Ryan shrugged, and got to his feet, and began to search the cabin for his clothes. Over her shoulder, Star called out "Does this make me the Alpha female then?"
"Guess so."
Star smiled mischievously, and turned her attentions back to her child...
Andy was stuck on the catwalk near the entrance of the warehouse. He didn't want to be there but it had been decided that it would be best for him to 'stand guard', the logic was there afterall.
*moments before*
"Holly, you, your friend, and I need to have a talk about the full moon coming up." Vegas said, "Andy go near the front and watch for anything suspicious."
"Why do I have to go?" Andy lamented.
"Because in your current condition you're more likely to run and warn us than to try to fight them." Vegas said as she handed over her shotgun, "Although, if you do decide to cause trouble you can use this."
.................................
He sat there in the catwalk, shotgun across his lap. It was an easier weapon to use instead of his revolver for the simple fact that even though he had been practicing shooting with his off-hand he wasn't the best at it. The sky was brightening and the street below seemed to glitter with shards of broken glass and bits of wrappers. He was resting his head on his left hand while staring through the filthy window. The catwalk behind him began to creak and Andy quickly turned around to see the other girl that had been with Holly approaching him.
"What do you want?" Andy said as he turned to face her.
"They sent me up here, to make sure you hadn't seen anything and they decided that if Ryan showed up they would need someone to vouch for you." she said as she approached Andy's position.
"That was nice of them I guess." Andy said as he returned to looking out of the window.
"So you used to be some sort of badass huh?" she asked.
"Yeah." Andy replied shortly.
"My name's Lisa by the way." Lisa outstretched her hand, Andy began to reach as well before taking his stump back.
"Oh, sorry." Lisa replied and recoiled her own hand.
"Its nothing, I forget that its not there sometimes too." Andy returned to resting his head on his left hand.
"So, anything new?" Lisa asked after a short period of time.
"There was a bird." Andy said boredly, "It flew away a couple of minutes ago with a candy wrapper."
"That's goo..." Lisa began before she stopped short of finishing her sentence.
Andy's head had picked up too, "gak, I have to tell the others.". Andy began to stand up only to have Lisa push him back into a sitting position.
"Its okay, its a friendly." Lisa said reassuring Andy.
"That's what I'm afraid of." Andy said as he tried to get back up.
"No, it really is okay. Its not Ryan." Lisa said as her ears began to pick up the sound of a truck.Through the window they could see a SWAT van driving towards the warehouse. At the last second it swerved to the left, leaving the passenger side exposed to the warehouse entrance. Andy tried to leave his position, but Lisa still held him there, "Hey, listen, he doesn't know you and if you run he'll think you're a baddie. He's used to being a wolf too so just sit still."
"You up there!" Andy heard a gruff voice call from behind the truck.
"Uh, me?" Andy responded.
"Yes you, what are you doing with that lady there?" the voice called back out.
"Its okay Harlow!" Lisa called out, "He's just standing guard for us."
"For you?" Harlow asked again.
"Yes, Holly's here too. She found a relative or something and they're talking to each other. This guy is her friend." she said as she pointed to Andy.
"You sure they're friendly?" Harlow asked, "They kind of just took you from the gossip I've heard around town."
"Yes, you can come in we're waiting to see if Ryan shows up."
Andy followed Lisa down the catwalk to the door and Andy began to open it up, the van pulled in after some quick maneuvering and soon the drumming engine stopped. "Put your weapon on the ground bud." Harlow said as the muzzle of his weapon left the window. Andy dropped the shotgun, and Lisa shuddered at the thought of it accidentally discharging when she heard it clang on the floor. "That's a good boy." Harlow said as he stepped out. The man in front of Andy seemed confident, he also seemed old by his mannerisms. Harlow slid the revolver back into his holster as he left the van and approached Andy and Lisa, he stood in front of Andy and seemed to be sizing him up before shooting out a hand, "Name's Harlow." he said.
"Andy." Andy responded as he put his stump out, "Damnit, that's the second time today." he swore under his breath.
"Look at that a one armed wolf, going to be hella funny seeing you turn." Harlow chuckled to himself, "Never seen a three legged werewolf you know."
"Me neither." Andy said as he looked towards the ground.
"So Lisa, where's Holly?"
"Inside the office over there with her sister." Lisa said, "I'll walk you in so she knows you're a good guy."
"I'll stay here I guess." Andy said as he picked up the shotgun and leaned against the van. He looked down at where his right hand used to be, "I have to remember that you're not there anymore right hand." he said to himself.
The two walked through the doors to the office. At the back wall, Holly sat on a work desk and was conversing with a woman Harlow didn't know but also smelled of wolf. The two looked to Harlow and Lisa at the same time and while the stranger looked confusedly at Harlow, Holly just wore a satisfied grin.
"Well I'll be damned." She said. "Guess I lost a bet."
Harlow just shook his head playfully and smirked. "Guess you did." He said. A moment of silence passed between the group as Harlow found a seat.
"So you gonna tell me what happened or are you gonna piss me off by making me ask?" Holly shot in her usual acidic tone.
That got Harlow thinking. Should he tell them about his capture? After all, the only thing that happened at the estate was his own personal business. Before he could respond however, the stranger interjected and Harlow finally noticed her.
"Wait...who are you?" She said, still confused.
"Long story." Harlow said, leaning back in the chair and putting his boots on the desk. "Short version is that me and Ryan are......business partners, I guess you could say..." He said rather unsure of what to call him. "Speaking of which where is that bastard?"
"No sign of him, trail went cold at the station back there." Holly said rather irritated herself.
"That so?" Harlow said sarcastically, spitting in disgust. "Then I guess I was right, he's probably over the Atlantic right now, least that's where I'd be if I was him."
"Don't say that." Holly said angrily, her eyes darting angrily to Harlow who gave her an uncaring shrug.
"I calls em as I sees em." He then turned to the stranger. "Where are my manners? I'm Harlow, you've apparently met everyone else."
"Vegas." The woman said simply. Harlow tipped his hat to the lady. "Pleasure to be your acquaintance ma'am." He said with a smirk.
"So you were saying?" Lisa asked, leaning in the open door way.
"Right, well, after you ladies took off, I high tailed it outta dodge, lost em in the woods. They're probably either still chasing their tails trying to find me or getting chased around by that damned mob."
"Who?" Vegas asked, still confused.
"Natasha's thugs." Harlow said, scowling in distaste.
"Natasha? As in--" Vegas began before being cut off by Harlow who nodded.
"As in the self proclaimed Queen of all wolves, the one and only." He said in a satiric, sing song voice.
"There were a lot of wolves out there, you sure you didn't lead any of them here?" Holly asked. Harlow looked at her as if he had been insulted.
"Do I look like first mooner to you? I've been dodging other wolves since before you were born, sweetie, give me a break." He barked back caustically to Holly who rolled her eyes.
"Whatever gramps." She said under her breath, though not low enough for anyone to miss what she said. Vegas, however seemed more interested in what he had said.
"And just how long have you been at that?" She asked.
Harlow looked as if he was trying to think. "Oh I dunno, I was twenty eight in the year eighteen seventy, so you do the math." He said rather bitterly. Vegas looked to the two other she wolves as if to try and confirm the claim, the two simply nodded to her.
"Regardless." Harlow started. "We can't stay here for long, The Queen has some good trackers herself and she's looking for all of us now. That ain't all either, all this gak that's been happening, the hospital, the gak in the woods, the other stunt at the station, all the civilians are on edge and so is every policeman in the city, which is going to make our jobs tonight all the harder."
"We kind of noticed ourselves." Lisa said, Holly nodded. Harlow took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it absent mindedly, exhaling a plume of smoke into the room.
"What is it you are planning on doing for tonight?" Vegas asked, there was a pause as if it had been a loaded question.
"You telling me you don't know?" Harlow asked, Vegas looked down at the floor. Harlow looked at Lisa confusedly.
"This is her and gimpy out there's first full moon." She said as if saddened or pitiful.
"Well gak." Harlow said after a moment, scratching his nose. "Well, my plan is usually going somewhere remote, preferably miles away from the city; the wilderness, and away from other wolves as well. There's usually some wild animal or fenced cow for you to take, maybe even a homeless guy or a drunk..." He said trailing off as he saw Vegas' reaction to his suggestion.
"Don't tell me you never thought that we eat humans?" Harlow asked.
"Well, yes but....I'd rather--" She began to say before Harlow cut her off.
"Not do that, I know, trust me, I hate doing it too." He said with a face set in disgust as he spoke. "But you're a wolf now, it comes with the territory I'm afraid. Wolves that don't partake go crazy, feral, and end up doing it anyway so you might as well get used to doing it now."
"Its really necessary?" Vegas said agape.
"Every so often, yeah, lots of wolves do it for fun, but it is necessary to keep that other you in check." He said before sighing. "If, that is, thats the way you want to handle it." At this point he leaned forward and put rubbed his face with his hands briefly before standing.
"Pleasure meeting you, I'm gonna go make sure these two didn't scratch my bike, looks like you two have some catching up to do anyway..." He said, tipping his hat before walking past Lisa and out towards the van.
Once he got out there, he slung his satchels to the ground over toward where Andy was sitting. He opened the back of the van as Andy watched. Harlow unlatched the bike from its stable position and backed it out of the van, pulling it up next to the van.
"Nice ride." Said the one armed man who had identified himself as Andy.
"My only pride and joy." Harlow said with some puffed up pride. "So whats your story?" He said as he began to examine the bike.
"Me? Just a hunter that died today only to be revived by a fanged defibrillator." He said as if it was no bid deal. "How about you?"
"Really, a hunter? That's a damn shame." Harlow said with equal amounts of apathy. "Me? Just an old dog lookin for a way out of this mess..."
"You and me both." Andy said, not really paying attention.
"So, You know Ryan then?"
There was a loaded pause.
"Yeah, we've met."
Harlow could taste the rigidity in the answer and so shrugged and said nothing else, continuing to check over his bike as Andy reminisced.
Andy was deep in thought, Ryan had been hit with a tracking device. They had tracked him to a house where Andy and his partner Kara went to dressed as some sort of service, plumbers I think they said they were. They knocked on the door to see a human answer it, couldn't see a wolf so Kara sked the phone so they could get inside. Wolves were in a room, and they found them. Kara opened fire and Andy tried to get into the fight but Sean, Ryan's brother had come at him with a fire poker. Sean didn't fight much but he fought enough to allow Ryan to wound Kara.
She was injected with a silver suspension.
Andy had been a hunter in another city before, the commanding hunter had his arm ripped off by a wolf as he shoved a grenade down its throat. Andy had shot him in the head personally. The thought made Andy reach down into his jacket and pull out his revolver, the bright metal had been tarnished through its years of use. The mahogany handle still clean thanks to the presence of someone's hand over it.
He looked down on the weapon, it was loaded with wooden bullets so it wouldn't do anything against the wolves surrounding him. He closed his eyes as he replaced the revolver, he had lost so many hunters so perhaps it was better for this to have happened. Either way he didn't like the way he felt, he didn't know why he felt the way he did. For some reason even though he was stronger physically he felt afraid of just about everything. If he was his normal self a revolver filled with wooden bullets would've been a good enough weapon against the wolf in front of him. If he was normal meeting up with Ryan would've been interesting and Andy would've been more than happy to mount Ryan's head on his wall. He used to be in charge of things but now he felt weak, like some sort of insignificant pawn.
Andy returned to his current state of mind and caught himself staring at the space in between his shoes. He felt his arm twitching, fingers wrenching closed into a fist. He smacked his left hand against the wall and the twitching stopped. Andy began to walk back towards the entrance of the warehouse, the shotgun was slung over his back and he looked up at the catwalk as he began to climb up the stairs leading to his previous spot. He looked out the window and frowned. He sat down and thought about the last time he had seen Ryan and remembered how he had described him to the late Sven, "Wolves are big, but this one's like four times as big." Andy had said and wasn't far off.
He snapped back to the real world one more time and found himself shaking.
"Damnit," he thought to himself as he tried to regain his composure, "I'm going to be in trouble. If Ryan wants me dead then I'm dead and my only hope is that one of those girls vouches for me? I'm going to die, if she hadn't found these two we wouldn't be in this mess. We could've just got on two boats and waited out the night, no Ryan involved. It was going to be a full moon anyways, what if Ryan can't control himself? Then the others could say all they want in Andy's favor and it wouldn't do a lick of good, he'd just end up killing Andy. Did I just refer to myself in third person?"
Andy sat there in the catwalks, shaking, as he tried to calm himself down.
I'm not exactly sure what to do with Joker now...the whole reason he became a hunter was to avenge his cousin who was killed by Pontius, not that he's dead I'm gonna have to find something for him to do. Maybe for the rest of this RP I'll just role play him going through every day life, sorta like RPing the Sims.
Star finished nuzzling her child, and readdressed herself. She looked around the cabin critically, searching for a wash basin, of which there was none. Her eyes fell onto Ryan, who was busy boning one of the dead humans, preparing a small meal for the two before they made their move again. They had decided earlier not to stay here, the place smelt suspiciously of wolf, with distinct undertones of spent munitions. A brief search had rewarded Ryan with several more empty round casings, and after several minutes of carefully sniffing the area out, he had picked up traces of his pack. They had slept here, but he could no discern how long ago. Far too many new scents had overlapped since then, making it problematic to track. At present, he was stripping a thigh of the muscle carefully and systematically, discarding the cleaned bones to his left, and placing the meat to his right. Star stood up, and made her way across the room, child cradled in her arms...
OOC: Sorry, really not feeling it right now. I'll go back and finish this later.
I would like to join and be something like alucard from the hellsing anime serie (OFC WAYYYYY LESS OP) can someone help me make my char? XD because i dont know what house/clan/thingie alucard is/can be. But i think he needs to be a vampire hunter XD
A blistering wind was blowing through, making Bjorn as cold as the 9th circle of hell. He had been standing outside the airport for about an hour now expecting the flight to come sooner. Gripped in his finder was a piece of card board and scribbled onto it is the name Joker. Bjorn was about to give up waiting for some hunter but he is the last living hunter to see Sven, that is a least what the network told him but why is coming to Prague? Isn’t Pontius dead? The wind wasn’t helping Bjorn think either.
As Bjorn was thinking to himself and man soon walked up to him and started to look at his sign. He just stared at it not really saying a word
“Are you Joker, sir?” Bjorn asked
He nodded his head “Yup” he said as he stared at the sign
“You’re with the hunters?”
“Yup.” Joker replayed
“What the hell are you staring at?” Bjorn said in frustration.
“Nothing, you used a Coca-Cola sign to write this and now I’m hungry.”
Bjorn dropped and the sign and walked to his car “come with me, I need to know what happened to Sven and rest of the hunters.”
“You knew Sven?” Joker asked
“Ya, he was a good friend but he never wanted to join with my order, I even spoke with him before he came here, I said it was dangerous but he didn’t seem to care…He was a good guy.”
“Wow, Sven never seemed like the kind of guy to have many friends…unless you two were...”
Bjorn gave him a cold look
“Never mind.”
"You seem a bit frustrated." Joker said catching up with Bjorn
"Well yeah, I've been sitting out here for an hour waiting for you." Bjorn added a little irritated at his tardiness.
"You know, in my country they call that stalking. So what did you want to find out again?"
"Where Sven is. I contacted the Network and you were the only one they had a clue where you were at, they assumed the others would be with you. So, where is Sven?"
"Damn, I feel like the grim fething reaper here, bad news everywhere. When Sven and the other Hunters and I fought Pontius in the crooked house we took serous casualties, my close friend Ace was killed in the battle. While Sven was using his magic in our favor some armored Vampire with a Rome fetish plunged a javelin into his stomach then sliced off his head. I didn't take the time to check his pulse but I'm pretty sure he's dead. Oh and as for the other hunters they got turned into Werewolves."
"While attacking Vampires...they got turned into Werewolves?" Bjorn resounded trying to figure out how that was possible.
"It's a long story." Joker said walking to his car.
...When I was younger I read a book called " How to be a complete bastard" by Adrian Edmondson ( you may recall his character VyVyan from "The young ones")...
I took much of what I read to heart...
He was also Lord Flasheart in Blackadder II and Blackadder goes forth and I think he was in "Comic strip presents", at least Neil was.
thought I would take a shot at this if it was still open...
Player; ineptus astartes
Character; Jefferson McKnight
Race and clan/archetype; UNKOWN AS OF YET
Physical Description; 5'6. black hair in a mop on top of his head, Jeff has naturally tanned skin inherited from his father, who hails from Afghanistan, brown eyes.
Equipment; M14 rifle with a Leupold LR/T 10X40 3 mm scope. with bullets made of silver mixed with the lead and steel, along with homemade bullets of teak wood, uzi SMG, machete, flak helmet, polarized sunglasses, littoral/winter camo fatiegues, pants of the same tyep, subzero survival kit. a small medical kit containing: 6 needles of morphine, two rolls of gauze, small amount of blood plasma, small amount of acual blood, 3 needles of cyanide.
Backstory; a former US ranger, jeff took a job as a network hunter sevral weeks back and is here to keep 'joker' in line. he feels that the 'abhumans' are too dangerous to live.
Other info: For all the hatred he pours the werwolf's way, he hates the blood-suckers even more. seeing them as 'freaks' and 'abominations' the first thing he said when he say a vampire for the fist time was "there had BETTER be no angsty mary sues here!"
Virtue-preserve: he will stalk his 'prey' for miles befor moving in for the kill at the most oprotuune moment
Vice-even as cynical and jaded as he is, he cant stand to see a girl cry, sob, or be upset. as he attempts to hang on to his last ounces of civility by preforming the role of a 'knight errent' and maintaining a code of chivalry as he struggles to remove the chains that his lowlife existence he had before. he cannot stop himself from coming to the aid of any decent person in trouble.
... Joker paused as the small cell phone inside his jacket began to buzz...glancing at the screen he frowned ...this call was coming straight from Aron Kraub, One of the Heads of the Network.
Joker shook his head and answered...
" Am I addressing Joker?" a smooth and slightly bemused voice inquired.
" Indeed you are sir" Joker replied..
" Very good" the voice replied " I assume you are aware of who I am.."
" Yes sir...I am" Joker said.
" Excellent" Kraub replied " Then lets get down to the reason for my call...shall we?"
" Yes sir" Came the Hunters answer..
" It has come to my understanding that certian Network members may have become ...tainted...is that correct?" Kraub asked
Joker sighed, knowing better than to lie to A Network Head " Yes sir...two of them..A woman named Vegas...and Andy Bruss...both bitten by wolves."
A long pause followed Jokers reply...and then Kraub spoke " And do you know where the two are at the moment..?"
" No Sir...I don't" Joker said..
" Hmm...unfortunate.." Kraub sighed " It would make matters easier if you did.."
" Matters sir?" Joker asked..
" Yes" replied Kraub " These are your orders Joker...you are to locate the infected Hunters and bring them in to The Prague Network Order head quarters ....if the two subjects resist you....you are to terminate them...understood?"
Joker shook his head..." But SIr...these individules destroyed the Vampire Pontius...surely you can't be thinking about..."
" You have your orders" Kraub snapped " Now carry them out."
The line went dead....
I'm in the process of setting up various "end game" scenarios ...so the only way I could vesiably bring you in as a PC would be if you opted to play a Network Hunter, sent to ensure that Joker "follows" orders...so to speak.
Now, that wouldn't mean your character would be limited to being some sort of puppet....he could very well opt to do what he saw needed given certian situations...
For example he may come to the conclusion that perhaps the Network is wrong about wanting to bring in the infected hunters and side with them....or he might decide feth bringing them in...lets kill them...or any other route you may choose...
If that's acceptable to you...then make your character sheet ( remember you can have some NPCs if you wish) and jump aboard..
just a mo here. I understood most of what you said but am not quite sure what you mean by 'endgame' if you mean that the RP finishes in a few days then I will save my possible things-that-happen for Inter-Astrum. if not I will rewrite my char sheet and sneak onboard.
ineptus astartes wrote:just a mo here. I understood most of what you said but am not quite sure what you mean by 'endgame' if you mean that the RP finishes in a few days then I will save my possible things-that-happen for Inter-Astrum. if not I will rewrite my char sheet and sneak onboard.
By "End Game" I mean I'm setting up various scenarios that will take this RP to it's climax...though I can't say when that will be exactly ( probably a few weeks)...
Think of it as the point in Star Wars when Vader whacks Obi Wan and everyone else runs for the ship...still a lot of movie left, but things are falling into place to suggest an upcoming ending.
ineptus astartes wrote:(one more thing. if my assumption is correct this is a snowy environment?)
For some reason I wanna say that it was mentioned that this RP takes place around March, about six months after the previous one so I would say no, in fact it should be around spring if I am correct...
ineptus astartes wrote:(one more thing. if my assumption is correct this is a snowy environment?)
Well that's the thing , this RP takes place six months after the events in the previous Blood Moon RP...so that would mean it's April.
I'm not familar with Pragu's climate...at least not very...so I've been allowing the climate to be a bit "frosty"..but by no means a winter wonderland.
FITZZ wrote:Well that's the thing , this RP takes place six months after the events in the previous Blood Moon RP...so that would mean it's April.
I'm not familar with Pragu's climate...at least not very...so I've been allowing the climate to be a bit "frosty"..but by no means a winter wonderland.
Darn, off by one month...
"Average high temperature for the month of April in Prague = 57.6 degrees F
Average low = 37.6 degrees F"
That's from the World Meteorological Organization...so your in the ballpark Fitzz
FITZZ wrote:Well that's the thing , this RP takes place six months after the events in the previous Blood Moon RP...so that would mean it's April.
I'm not familar with Pragu's climate...at least not very...so I've been allowing the climate to be a bit "frosty"..but by no means a winter wonderland.
Darn, off by one month...
"Average high temperature for the month of April in Prague = 57.6 degrees F
Average low = 37.6 degrees F"
That's from the World Meteorological Organization...so your in the ballpark Fitzz
Damn...and I was just guessing at things...imagine how accurate I could be if I actually bothered to look things up.
ghosty wrote:I just noticed that inter astrum thread. It's funny how if you get locked in on one thread you completely miss any others...
I just noticed that you've donned the appropriate headgear for your previous question...well done...now...pour the tea and tell me witch way that rabbit went.
While Joker and Bjorn waited a black car pulled up and two men in suites like Joker's exited the vehicle.
"Hey, are you Joker?" One the men asked.
"Yeah, who's asking?" Joker replied, " If this isn't important then scram."
"Hold on there King sent us. My name is Bishop and my partner over here is Rook. He sent us because he heard you were in some deep gak." Bishop replied
"Pontius is dead that's what he wanted, what else is there?"
"Well he doesn't want one of his best guys biting the dust anytime soon. I hear Jack and Ace died."
"They did and I guess I can use all the help I can get."
"Who is the King" Bjorn asked.
"King of games, I'll explain all of this later but for now be happy we have some help."
Player;Darksage
Character; Bishop
Race and clan/archetype Stalker/sniper
Physical Description; pale white skin, slicked back black hair, gray eyes, about 6 feet, skinny.
Equipment; Suit, Sniper rifle outfitted with silver rounds.
Backstory; Bishop grew up on a farm in the Midwest and his dad had taught him how to hunt and shoot. Ever since then he's been able to track someone no matter how far they've gone. The King hired him because he needed someone to watch over deals and transfers they had made and heard Bishop never misses a shot.
Other info:
Virtue- Bishop never abandons any of his friends who need his help.
Vice- Never back down, while the smart thing for a sniper would be to fall back when someone approaches them in close combat Bishop relishes the chance to to fight with his combat knife.
Player; Darksage
Character; Rook
Race and clan/archetype Tank
Physical Description; Brown eyes, muscular and shaved brown hair.
Equipment; Fire axe, chainsaw, Tank's combat armor and a shotgun.
Backstory; Rook had tried to skip out on a tab he owed to the King one day and it ended up not going so well. Bishop had tracked him and lead a group of men to Rooks house. They threatened to burn it down and hurt his family if he didn't pay up but Rook was broke. He decided he would come work for the King to pay off the debt and ended up loving the job.
Other info: Rook has a dog named pea soup who is at the hotel at the moment.
Virtue- Loyal, he would never betray his friends no matter what happened to him personally.
Vice- For such a big guy Rook hates hurting people, if he can help it he will try not to kill anyone just wound them.
Star stood up, and made her way across the room, child in her arms to Ryan, who paused in his work to receive the baby into his strong, supporting hands.
"I need to go have a wash."
Ryan snorted sarcastically, and shook his head. "That isn't really our top priority, is it? I mean, who knows who heard those shots last night? I can't risk you going out on your own if there's people out there looking for us. It's just not happening."
Star raised her head to the sky with disbelief, smiling with despair.
"Ryan, you cant keep me caged up, it's unfair, and you know it. It's just a little thing. I won't be more than 10 minutes, and I'm sure you want to meet your kid properly, don't you?"
"No, is final. Don't dispute this." Ryan growled, aware of how quickly he was losing the argument.
"I'm going to let my two boys have a man on man bonding session. Bye." Star laughed coldly, as she walked straight out of the cabin, and away from a fuming Ryan.
Ryan sat there in the quiet of the cabin for several minutes, accompanied by nothing but the sound of a single bird, singing with clear voiced conviction into the cold morning air, and the sound of his own heart hammering in his chest. Ryan had presumed that she would have done what he had said. Holly, Lisa, even Harlowe always had. What made her any different? He was the Alpha, he deserved respect. His mind strayed back to his pack, a pack he had been far too long separated from. He had seen traces of them here and there as he moved towards their final destination, the village, and had just presumed that it was a sign he was getting close. But things were wrong, now he had a moment to himself to contemplate. They had rested in the very cabin he now sat in,but their scent was not fresh, as he would have expected. It was faint, quickly faded, and replaced with his own, and the musk of Star. Curious. Ryan knew he was close to the village, and had therefore expected that if they had stayed here, the smell would have been more recent. The traces he had found earlier, near the mansion, which hung in his mind ever still, were much fresher, but that led them away from the village... back towards Prague. What would have pushed them back that way? His eyes alighted upon the chunks of raw flesh, and he recalled the insanity in the eyes of the men. Could these... humans pushed his pack back? It was plausible, and it unsettled Ryan. If the villagers were all mad, Star could be in trouble. But, sneering, she would have to look out for herself for the time being, Ryan was babysitting.
His eyes fell onto the pup, whose little chubby hands were reaching up, groping at the tooth necklace that hung around Ryans neck, proof of the trials he had fought, and the trophies he had garnered. Ryan smiled benevolently, and sat his kid onto his lap, facing him. He then untied the knot at the back of his neck, taking the necklace off, and handing it to his child.
The baby stared at it with his great amber orbs, and then tentatively put one of the largest teeth in his mouth, as he began to suck on it. Ryan laughed, and carefully withdrew the tooth.
"You like this one do you little guy? I took this from a fearsome Grubah. He was a great beast, all muscle, fur and fang, standing, easily eight foot tall. "Ryan raised his arm to its full extent above his head, and chuckled as two wide eyes followed it's extent, and stared with wonder. "Even taller than that. I killed him, by tearing his head clean off his shoulders, like this!" Ryan made a huge twisting motion.
The child paused, and picked at another tooth.
"This one? See the difference between it and the Incisor before? That's the difference between the Apex Predator, and the Parasites. This, is a vampires fang. This was taken from the jaws of one which called himself 'the last laugh.' Pretentious or what?"
The child just stared.
"Ok, bit over your head there, never mind. Anyway, you should of seen it, he hid in the industrial district in Manchester, and stole people away coming back from the Stadium there after Football matches. He said they tasted better if the home team won, incidently. I never really noticed myself, in honesty. Either way, he grabbed the wrong person that night, and found himself trying to drink some blood from yours truly. If I hadn't been as drunk as I was at the time... well, it would have been easier, let me tell you. But I bested him as well, and took me a trophy to commemorate the 3 - 0 victory to Manchester. Good times..."
The small hands touched another fang, but Ryan was done with stories. Instead, he stood up, and held his pup in his hands. "What shall we call you eh? I think it should be something bold, powerful, imposing. What d'you think? No? Probably right, you don't wanna end up being too proud to beg for cash if needs be, yeah, I did it once, what of it? Well, Yer Ma thinks we should call you Sean, how about that?"
No reaction.
"Well, I can call you kiddo 'till the cows come home, but I don't think that'd be suitable either, and regardless, there's only so many times someone can describe you as child, baby, kid, or pup before they shoot themselves ( ) so we gotta give you a name, ok?"
No reaction.
"Bollocks to this, I think we'll call you Casanova. It might help you pull girls in college, who knows?"
Ryan looked up, and across the room. Star was leaning against the doorway, grinning from ear to ear.
"C'mon, let's go find my pack, I have a little man I want them all to meet."
As Andy sat in the catwalks staring out the window he felt a vibration coming from his legs, he jumped before realizing that it was his phone. He crossed his left arm over his body to reach into his right pocket and looked at the number, "feth." he muttered to himself as he opened it up.
"Uh, hello?" Andy answere.
"Andy, this is Joker." Joker said on the other end, "Listen I need to tell you something."
"Why are you calling me Joker, is my kid alright, did you guys make it back to the states?" Andy asked quickly.
"Yeah, that's all fine but its not why I'm calling." Joker replied, he looked around the corner to see if the others were trying to listen in, "The nework head in Prague wants to see you and Vegas."
"Can't this wait, till after the full moon or something?" Andy looked around as well.
"I'll try to find out, don't know what they want to do with you. Perhaps they found a cure you know."
"Perhaps?" Andy gulped, "Joker, I'm incredibly slack with deciding what I kill and even I would kill Vegas and I."
"Who knows, this is Prague maybe they do things different'y around here." Joker said, "Tell you what this was the first time I let a wolf go without a bullet in it."
"They're going to kill us Joker, I know that they're going to kill us. You probably have to bring us in or kill us huh?"
"Yeah, how do you know that?" Joker asked.
"Because that's what I used to fething do." Andy's breathing began to pick up, "They're going to kill me, and I haven't even named my kid. Damnit, damnit, damnit, oh man."
"So are you going to go along or not?" Joker asked.
"I need to clear it with Vegas," Andy said with a sigh, "but if we do it'll be after tonight."
"Alright, I'll try getting in contact with you tomorrow. If you lose your phone somewhere I'll meet you at the hotel you guys first arrived at." Joker said as Andy ended the call.
Andy got up slowly and began to walk towards the end of the catwalk, "Well, at least I won't have to deal with Ryan. A quick death over a painful one I guess, like that's better." he thought to himself as he climbed down the stairs. He was muttering to himself as he walked past the van Harlow had parked. He felt a hand rest upon his shoulder, "Who were you talking to partner?" Harlow asked.
"An old friend, that's all, an old friend." Andy replied as he was turned to face Harlow.
"An old friend, that so?" Harlow said amused, "Wouldn't happen to be someone from the network you're willing to trade our skins with is it?"
"N, no." Andy replied as he saw Harlow raise his other hand, claws outstretched, "He's a friend, he let us live after we were turned. He was warning us, that's all." Andy said as he turned his gaze away from Harlow, "That's all I wasn't going to sell you out, I wasn't. Please, I need to talk to Vegas."
"Oh, that all then?" Harlow said as he lowered his other hand and dusted off Andy's shoulder, "Why didn't you just say so, its not like I would've done this." Harlow finished as he brought his fist into Andy's stomach. Andy buckled as Harlow's claws embedded themselves in his abdomen, Andy tried to say something but found there was too much blood to speak.
"Now tell me the truth or I will keep doing that." Harlow said as he flung fresh blood off of his fingers and onto the floor.
"Harlow!" Holly yelled from the office as her and Vegas stormed towards him. Vegas rushed over to Andy and saw that he was bleeding from some cuts, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Litte bastard was going to rat us all out." Harlow said, pointing at Andy, "He took a call from the network."
"Andy, did the network call you?" Vegas asked as she looked into Andy's face, Andy nodded before shaking his head and then made a motion that conveyed the message of "Kind of".
"Was it the network or was it someone we know?" Vegas asked, Andy brought his hand up and weakly signed the number two.
"Joch, Jok..." Andy tried to say around the blood pooling in his mouth.
"Joker, Joker called?" Vegas asked and watched as Andy nodded while he gripped his stomach.
"Joker's a friend you ass." Vegas spat at Harlow, "What else did he say?"
"He said that your friend was trying to warn you." Harlow looked at Vegas, "You with the network still little lady, cuz if you are you're doing us a mess of trouble."
"We don't work for the network anymore, but Joker was probably trying to tell us that they might be after us or something. Damnit you didn't have to kill him." Vegas replied.
"Hell, I didn't kill him." Harlow chuckled, "It'll all grow back, look he's already stopped bleeding. And boy the look on one's face when they regenerate an organ is priceless." he finished as Andy squinted and felt his stomach with his hand. Soon after Andy was on his hand and knees coughing the dried blood from his mouth.
"What did he say Andy?" Vegas asked.
"He said that the network head of Prague wants to meet with us. I asked him if it could wait till after tonight, he said he could try to delay it. He doesn't know if they want to kill us but I think they do." Andy said slowly, "I think they want to exterminate us, Vegas, why couldn't you just let us find some boats? We could've been going along, doing nothing, no Ryan, no hunter heads, no nothing wrong. I could've gone back to see my kid and all would be fine." Andy continued to mutter.
"Andy, shut up." Vegas said and watched as Andy stopped making any noise, "That's better. We'll think about that later, for now we need to think about lasting the night. If Joker is going to delay them we should have no hunters coming after us tonight okay?"
"Okay." Andy responded quietly.
"Good, now let's just listen to our friends here and learn how to deal with this thing. Ryan should be coming here, and from what I've discussed with Holly there's another big bad old wolf who is trying to run things around here."
"Like Pontius with the vampires?" Andy asked as he sat up.
"Like Pontius, but a girl and a werewolf, and apparantly trying to take over the world or something like that." Vegas said, "We wouldn't want that now would we?"
"Not at all, I wouldn't be able to see my kid then. Wouldn't be able to tell him his name his Michael, need to tell him his name. That way he can have a good life, yeah." Andy said with a smile.
"See, you don't have to worry about Ryan because you have to worry about her." Vegas said as she helped Andy stand up. "Oh and by the way, don't you touch him like that again." Vegas said as she glared at Harlow.
"So Ryan might not kill us?" Andy asked.
"Probably won't kill me, maybe won't kill you." Vegas corrected him, "You killed his brother you know."
....................
"I've been having some problems Vegas." Andy said with worry in his voice.
"What, we already know your touched in the head but that should get better over time. Don't worry about that." Vegas replied, the two were sitting in the office away from the others.
"No, not that, I've listened to what you and the others have been saying. I'm weak, I'm a chicken, gimpy..." Andy said as he looked down, "but that's not it. My arm was twitching and I couldn't stop it. I was standing there with Harlow before the call and my arm just started spazzing out I couldn't control my hand either."
"That's weird, I haven't had anything like that happen to me." Vegas saw the look of worry on Andy's face.
"I don't know, but I think I was trying to trun without realizing it." Andy looked around the room nervously, "If I can't control this thing I can't see my son. I want to see him Vegas, I want to take care of him and I want to see him grow up." Andy began to cry.
"Listen Andy," Vegas sat down next to him and grabbed him around the shoulders, "Harlow's been a wolf for over 100 years, Lisa and Holly have been wolves for six months, and Ryan's probably been one for longer than that. They can help us, but you need to stop taking risks like that call. You need to gain their trust, Holly is my sister and that's why we get along. You tried to kill them, several times, so you can kind of see where you need to earn their trust by not talking to the network."
"But..." Andy tried to say.
"Andy, you need to listen alright? Holly can try to argue with Ryan and try to protect you from him if you promise me that you won't talk to the network unless I tell you to."
"Okay, I won't unless you clear it first." Andy wiped his face with a sleeve. "But they're going to try to kill us, I just know it."
"I agree with you, but we'll find out after tonight." Vegas said as she held Andy, "Maybe we're valuable enough to keep around. Our team's killed a fallen, a traitor, another ancient vampire, and so many other things that I think we stand out a bit. Even though we're wolves now, they may not want us dead yet."
Andy nodded as he continued to wipe his face, "But you think we'll make it past tonight?"
"I think so." Vegas said, "Don't worry about tonight, just the day after."
"Cernunnos. We need to stop." Longar looked annoyed, almost like he had his toe slammed into the door.
"Yes, my child." Cernunnos halted the chariot. Longar and the God King were fine, but Musater flipped over the golden chariot, slamming into the earth 30 feet infront of the pair of laughing Elder Wolves.
"You should have held on longer, Musater! Haha!" Longar and Cernunnos were laughing up a storm, both almost on the forest floor with their thunderous booms.
"Look, will you two shut up!" Musater was wiping the dust off his jacket as he spoke, "Why did you stop!"
"Because my child, we need an army." Longar stepped off of the chariot. "If we are to make an assault on the Bitch Queen, then we won't be able to stop her with the three of us."
"So, do you have a plan?" Musater was approaching the group.
"I do." The voice of Cernunnos was booming, an idea behind his voice. "Tonight is the full moon, no? Then I will make sure that the wolves in Prague all come to see the fall of the Queen!" Cernunnos was scheming.
Harlow leaned on one of the warehouse's many support beams, his head bowed in thought. His move a few minutes ago hadn't been smooth in the slightest, but then again he hadn't really intended it to be. In fact he hadn't intended to do it all, he looked at his hand and flexed it. It was another thing about being so close to a full moon, the temptations, the ones that came from that other side, they got louder, more demanding, he had felt threatened by Andy's call and so had reacted in the way the beast had told him to, with violence, in the hopes that it would cow the once hunter into doing what it was that Harlow wanted him to do...
Harlow's blood burned in anger, it wasn't the first nor would it be the last time he was pissed with himself, he had been fighting a war against himself for more than a century and yet every time when it mattered most, his grip always slipped. He had tried to convince himself it couldn't be helped, he'd seen it before, every full moon, he'd be at someone's throat, that is if he was trucking with anyone at the time. Holly and Lisa were both near, either sitting or leaning like he was. Lisa had her attention fixed on Vegas and Andy as they sat in the office and talked. Harlow ignored the looks he got from both of the she wolves...
"He's not right in the head." She finally said.
"Yeah, that's what Vegas said, apparently he's gone through a lot. Something about his wife and friends both killed by vampires." Holly answered
"At the same time?" Lisa asked incredulously.
"Apparently."
Lisa shook her head. "Feth's sake, that's some ugly gak." She responded.
"That isn't all, hear what he said about his kid?"
Harlow didn't really hear the rest of their conversation, he was too deep in his own thought. Losing all that one held dear to himself in one day and being turned into a wolf in that same day sounded strongly familiar to him. He looked into the office window and watched as Andy began to break down. Harlow's eyes dropped out of pity, Andy was a broken man, all things familiar now gone like dust in the wind. Harlow remembered from a few minutes ago the way he'd seen Andy shake while up on that catwalk. Again he asked himself why attack someone like that? Again the answer came to him. The beast preys on fear, leaps on weakness intends to assert its dominance. Harlow might have logically reasoned that it would be beneficial to knock some fear into Andy for his own skin but there could really be only one explanation for what he had done. It had been a moment of his own faltering and in that one moment he was not in control of himself but that thing that lived inside of him was...
Harlow looked back down at his hand, he felt it begin to tremble in anger and he clenched it into a fist, snarling with wrath, he turned and drove his fist into the pillar he leaned on with a blow fueled by self hatred. There was the sound of crunching as he felt the bones in his hands break. But the damage was more than any human could have done; the pillar was bent and impacted, crumpling inwards with the force of Harlow's inhuman strength. Harlow pulled his hand back and winced slightly as he felt his bones mend. Both Holly and Lisa were looking at him wide eyed but he didn't really care. He looked back to the office where Vegas and Andy sat. He watched as the man sat hunched and alone...
And he saw himself...
Harlow walked towards the office, heedless of what the others might be trying to say to him, he had something to do and damn anyone who'd get in his way. He felt his throat tighten as he walked into the room. Andy seemed to not really notice him but Vegas glared at him coldly.
"What the feth do you want?" She asked in a harsh tone. Harlow sighed.
"How about an apology for starters." He said knowing how lame it sounded.
"You really think you can make it alright by coming in here and saying your sorry?" Vegas asked incredulously. Harlow's tone immediately hardened to steel.
"I don't think I can make anything I've ever done alright, but I have to live with it all the same." He said almost growling. Harlow found a chair and sat down. He looked up at Andy with something that resembled a smile.
"Me and you are so alike it ain't even funny." He said chuckling and shaking his head. "Oh yeah, we're both wolves, but that doesn't scratch the fethin surface."
Harlow pulled out his knife and held it up for the two to see.
"Know what this is? Silver."
The two stared at him blankly.
"Used by my father to kill wolves..." He said and let the implication sink in to both of them.
"Yep, had about the same look on my face when they told me my family was in the hunting business. Turns out old Pa didn't want some wolf goin for me and my mom, look how that turned out..." Harlow said shaking his head. He put the knife away and motioned at Andy's revolver.
"Couldn't help but notice you carry one too...Mind tellin me where you got it?"
"From a hunter." Andy said simply. Harlow nodded and chuckled.
"That so? It just so happens that I got these beauty's from a hunter too." He said lightly, indicating his own revolvers.
"You got a point somewhere?" Vegas interjected. Harlow sighed again.
"My point is, I've been where you are, lost it all, my humanity even. I'm not going to lie to you, after tonight, you two might feel like this is a life not worth living." He paused for a moment trying to figure out what he was trying to say. "I know you're both scared, so was I, ask any wolf, they might not admit it but they were there that first full moon, scared, alone. It seems to me you hunters know all about fighting wolves but you don't know how we think or operate, that might be fine for you while you're busy killing wolves but when the tables turn and you've no idea how to handle the hell you just stepped in..."
Harlow paused again, trailing off. "Bottom line is, I'm willing to give you a few pointers if your willing to hear me out." Harlow said, rubbing the back of his neck, he wasn't used to what he was offering by any means, but he felt compelled to do so by something in him that told him it would prove that his human side was still in control. Whereas the beast would leave the weak to die, something unarguably human was the concept of compassion.
"Why? Why do you want to help us?" Andy asked shakily. "We're hunters, used to be anyway, hell, I killed people like you for a living, we both did, why?"
Harlow chuckled again with a smirk. "That's another thing about you hunters, you think everything is so black and white. The fact is, I ascribe to the notion that those with the power to help have the responsibility to do so, God knows why, its just something I believe in. Lots of people call me old fashioned for that but then again I've been around since before their grandfathers were born so they can go feth themselves for all I care." Harlow said rather poignantly. "So, you feel like listening to me or what?"
Vegas and Andy looked at each other for a moment and then both finally nodded slightly. Harlow took off his hat and put it on the table next to him.
"So I heard your plan about a boat was it?" Andy nodded. Harlow shook his head. "Not the best idea, first of all, during the full moon, you don't just wolf out, you get red eyed downright fethin foaming at the mouth crazy. Ain't nothing save a silver box that's gonna keep you in one place for long. That'll be a lot easier with time but this is your first one so don't plan on controlling much of anything."
"So what the hell do we do then?" Andy asked angrily.
"Best way to avoid doing the worst is to stay away from it, by now I'm usually in the middle of nowhere trying to clear my head for whats coming but I don't think you have that luxury, besides, you don't think wolves can swim? Or some person won't come to investigate all the howling out on the lake or river? Or if you do end up going in, won't somehow drown? Its just not a good idea. When and if Ryan gets here, we'll have to talk it over, get something going. But panicking about it isn't going to help."
Andy looked up at Harlow who was scowling.
"The fight for your humanity hasn't been lost because you've been bitten, you have to have the willpower to control it, you have to want to control it, to be dominate, the beast only respects power, confidence, that's how it is in the animal kingdom, that's how it is for you. Every day will be a struggle against it, I wont lie, but its a matter of being in control."
The two nodded, Harlow leaned back in his chair.
"There are good sides to what you are now, make no mistake, you can do things nobody, not even vamps can do. That might not be much of a consolation prize but there's two sides to every coin, focus on the ugly side too much and you face going down the road I almost went down." Harlow said lifting his hand up to his head and shooting and imaginary pistol. "When you change, the first thing you're going to want to do is fight it, seize up." Harlow shook his head. "Don't do it, the best thing you can do is let it do its stuff and get it over with, that's all any of us can do really."
There was a pause for a few moments as Harlow continued to think, he wasn't planning on giving a lecture but he felt these were things they needed to know before flying blind tonight.
"You're probably feeling twitchy, jittery, hell, you might be getting spasms, its all part of what you feel gradually get worse the day before the night, isn't nothing much you can do about it, just know that it will get better with time but you have to concentrate on living for that long." He said this while looking both of them in the eye. It was good to see that both of them were not full of despair like he had expected but something akin to determination. Harlow figured he'd done all he could and got up to leave. As he got to the doorway, he looked back at Andy.
"So I hear you've got problems with Ryan." He said laughing. "You're not really alone in that either, but it sounds to me like you really pissed him off..."
Andy just nodded awkwardly and rubbed the side of his head with his good hand. Harlow shook his head reassuringly.
"Don't worry about him." He said and turned to leave.
"Why not?" Andy called as Harlow walked away.
"Because if he wants to kill you he'll have to go through me."
(Sorry about the atrociously short intro, I just got the computer back)
(this is a flashback as my character STARTED as a network hunter)
2 days earlier
A small drizzle was pattering off of the ground as the roaring of helicopter blades grew louder.
Jeff looked through his NODs onto the woods below, where the Night Optical Devices picked up the smallest living forms. There were hunters, vampires, werewolf’s and the like all over these woods. Shifting his weapons he glanced at the pilot, a young girl just out of college I would seem. “What’s the ETA?” he screamed over the chopper blades. “One minute!” was the hollered answer. Swearing, he flicked on the Cross-com in his flak helmet and chambered the first teak/lead/silver bullet into his M14 and flipping up his NOD he peered into the NV scope.
Where the hell was joker? Of course his primary mission was to ‘exterminate’ but also to keep joker in line. “Jump time ground-pounder!” came the voice of the pilot “see ya sweetheart!” he called back sarcastically, and kicked the ropes out of the chopper “Listen” said the pilot “You need any help, just gimmme a call” “Willco” he replied, and repelled down into the forest.
Hitting the ground he canned the area and made his way to what appeared to be an old barn, some 500 meters away. From there he would head into town at morning, and find out what was going on
As he neared the barn, Jeff began to wonder, why had the network sent him here, why was there such a damned high mortality rate with hunters. Did-did the network WANT him dead? “Shut up” he grumbled to himself. There WERE ample reasons why they would want him to bite the dust though. Not least of which was… “SHUT UP!” he screamed into the night, sending birds flapping out of the trees.
He had been having flashbacks for weeks now. And private fears and doubts, he was scared, scared of losing his mind and becoming like a mad dog. A broken, empty, soulless shell, with no purpose in life.
“F**k this.” He muttered to himself, and pushed open the barn door. Inside was a musty large space, filled with hay and a few hens, making his way past an old riding mower; he began ascending the stairs, to the loft above.
He knew that he should be terrified. There WAS something more horrifying than him in these woods.
A lot of somthings.
An image slunk across his mind, a deathly pale corpse, rising up from it’s coffin to feed off of the-“WILL YOU F**KING SHUT UP” he screamed at himself.
Only then did he realize the magnitude of his mistake.
Sprinting to the top of the loft, and to the window, he glared through his scope. Several lithe shapes were slinking across his field of vision.
Werewolves
“Why the hell did I have to scream like that?” he raged to himself Flipping the safety off, he peered through again, there were only three shapes now, they had stopped. “Wait… he muttered to himself. Where is-“ the image through the scope turned black. Slowly, he looked up, and into the fang-filled mouth of a beast.
And punched it.
“SH*T!” He screamed, as the beast whimpered, and drew back. Swearing, Jeff fumbled for his Uzi SMG. Getting the weapon in both hands, he raised it, and filled the air with silver bullets. The werekind howled and stumbled back, clutching at his gut. As Jeff advanced on it he heard a pounding on the stairs, the three others were bounding up. Lycaeon, by their regal posture. The submachingun splattered the first one’s ‘regal posture’ all over the walls, but by the time he had tracked the other, its friend was already upon him, howling “EASY MEAT!” the lycaeon bit into his flanks, and tore the flesh from his ribs
As Jeff’s blood began to pool in the werewolf’s jaws, he slammed it in the eye with an elbow, popping the eye out with a sickening squelch. The other one charged at him with a terrible expression on its wolfish face. he fired his weapon repeatedly until it clicked dry, but no bullet saved him. seeing no other alternative, he yanked the silver knife out of his boot, while clutching his bleeding wound.
The thing, seeing the blood dribbling out onto the hay from the massive hole in Jeff’s side, licked it’s chops, and stalked forward, evidently this one was female, and in better control over itself. “Time to die human!” She howled. Staring hungrily as Jeff bled out all over the floor. “and it will be a VERY nourishing feast.” About now, Jeff was wishing he had used his M14. he was a better shot with that. He searched in his belt as his vision grew foggy, and pulled out his last hope. A small needle. The female snarled, as her friends stirred and batted the cyanide away, even as Jefferson attempted to inject himself with it.
as the bitch leaped forward, Jeff thrust up with his knife, digging it into her side and wrenching it out before stabbing again and again.
The female slumped forwards and blood began pouring everywhere as she hissed "It is not over weakling..." before expiring.
“F-f-f**k…y-you.” moaned Jeff as he collapsed. All these years of training for naught. His first battle against werekind, and he had lost. He was going to die out here. His breathing grew ragged, his vision began to swim, he could hear voices. they assailed him from all sides as he collapsed onto the hay.
The last thing he felt before he lost consciousness, was regret. He had lost the one thing dear to him. His humanity.
Scarlett sat up, the soft sheets of the bed was warm, almost inviting from the cold of the underground chambers they where hidden within, the soft glow of a lone candle lit the room from the table beside the bed. Nero had shown her to one of several anti-chambers around the main hall she had retired to the room along with Olivia, just before the dawn last night. As she sat there she felt strange, as if something was dancing on her soul as she slept, it had been disturbing enough to wake her, but not Olivia is seemed. Placing her fingers on the soft pale skin of Olivia's back she ran her fingers down across the top of the spine, and caressed the edge of Olivia's rear as she pulled her hand away with a slight smile. Feeling a little bette she looked toward a mirror next to the door on the far wall and noted some flickering across its surface.
Getting up she walked over to the mirror to find what was causing the effect, but could not see anything. Sighing she leant towards the mirror letting her forhead touch the glass and gazed at her own pale reflection. It was strange, she wasn't feeling any of the ill effects of daywalking here in eastern Europe, in fact she seemed oddly at home, almost as if she had always been.
"What is happening to me?" she muttered as she drew her fingers through her hair.
As she watched herself in the mirror, her eyes took a deep glow of red and strange lights reflected in the glass once again. The Mirror cracked open and she almost stumbled into the gloom, as she could suddenly peer into the dark echo of the world. Fires raged in the distance and a deep glow of red reared up toward her little hole as she stared at chattering Imps and strange Demons like Humans gnawing at the flesh of fools and innocents. Their mournful cries reaching out toward her for some kind of release, as she stared in shock, the Imps spotted her window and glared back at her intrusion, hissing like spooked cats. One of the Demons roared in anger and great red wings errupted from his back, as he went to take off Scarlett screamed and stumbled backwards. Falling over a small chair with a heavy crash, and sending a table and small long dead plant smashing to the floor. Still panicked she looked up at the mirror, but it was solid, intact and no dign of the strange place she had seen was there. With a groan she grasped at her temple and rubbed either side with both palms she tried to extinguish the chaos that plagued her mind.
"I'm going mad." She said weakly.
"Bad Dreams?" Asked Olivia.
Surpising Elizabeth who stopped rubbing and let both her hands fall to her belly. She looked up as Olivia stepped over Scarlett and looked down, one foot either side of her waist, a slight smile on her lips.
"Yes, and no, something is wrong. Nero may have lead us to destruction, I am not sure. I think death follows me"
"You sound stressed." Olivia said softy as she carefully dropped to her knees and leant over Scarlett, bringing a finger up to her chin with a smile. Scarlett froze as the finger ran up to her lip and caressed down to the corner of her mouth.
"I'm worried that I may get us both destroyed."
"Lets worry about that another time."
Scarlett let her head roll back as Olivia slowly sat down on her thighs with a wicked grin and pressed down, Scarlett tried to focus on something, anything else as a feeling she had not felt in a long time buzzed around her head.
"This may not be the best time." She finally gasped.
"I'm through with waiting, I need to taste you."
Olivia's teeth sparkled uner the cande light as she leant forward and pierced Scarlett's neck with her fangs, Scarlett grasped at the stone floor as the rush of pleasure ran through her veins. It had been too long.
The door clacked open with a crash causing Olivia to snap up from Scarlett, the blood dribbling down her lip as both girls looked up at Nero in mild alarm. The Vampire looked angry, concerned, stressed, maybe all of the above and he was wearing a strange looking jacket neither girl recognized. It looked like it was reinforced armour of some kind, and in his hands was a massive broadsword. For a second both of them felt a pang of shock and possible betrayal, maybe it had been a set up all along, but Nero quashed those fears as he let the Sword lower down towards the floor.
Raising an eyebrow at the scene he had stumbled in upon, it took a moment before he dismissed it and refocused on the moment in hand.
"Pontius is dead." He spat.
Scarlett was up before Olivia barely had a chance to move, face to face with Nero with a confused look on her face.
"What, but How. When?"
"Last night, it would seem others crashed his plans, Hunters and a Werewolf."
Hunters, Scarlett was shocked they had even posed a problem, but then Scarlett thought of the Werewolf that had almost killed Lilith. The night Olivia had been died, Scarlett had barely scratched it and was forced to flee, if not for Lilith's dark magic they would have all died. She shuddered at the thought of one of the fur scared monstrosities and almost felt a snarl on her lips.
"Without him, does anything stand up anymore?"
Nero looked at her sincerely, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
"I have no idea Elizabeth, but the Crooked house is where Caine is. I think that is our best shot."
She looked to the floor, trying to make sense of it in her head, it was almost inconceivable that Pontius could have fallen, She looked to Olivia who shared her fears, but knew they could not run again. Turning back to Nero she looked at him and stared at the armour.
"If we go, we go prepared, if these Hunters or the werewolf return?"
Nero smiled eagerly.
"I haven't had a good fight in a long time, Sixty odd years by Human standards. Come I need to show you what the Black Rook has gathered in its many years in the shadows."
Scarlett nodded, and offered Olivia her hand, before leading her beloved down the corridor after a striding Nero.
My brain feels like it's in a vice, and I think I gotta migraine coming on. If you really want I'll get a post up on tonight, but I really don't feel up to it.
ghosty wrote:My brain feels like it's in a vice, and I think I gotta migraine coming on. If you really want I'll get a post up on tonight, but I really don't feel up to it.
No, absolutely not...no reason whatsoever to force a post...would much rather you do it when you feel you want to.
These were the first words to leave Jefferson McKnight’s mouth after the Savaging. When he remembered what happened he almost screamed. He willed himself not to think of wolfmen while he pulled himself off of the hay, and gathered his wits.
For some reason he felt oddly resigned to his horrific fate. As he stumbled to the door he thought only about how to hide this new ailment, while at the same time, curiose about it.
He could not think of anything else to do, so he gathered up his M14 and other gear before heading off into the forest, in search of anyone friendly, who would give him aid, hopfully a hunter, but anyone would do.
The first thing that Jeff noticed, were his heightened senses. But he was hesitant to try out his new shape-shifting abilities. “Well…well you have it, why not use it?” he muttered, and focused on happy dog thoughts. After several minutes of imaginary belly-rubs and pats on the head, he felt a noticeable change in atmosphere. As he quickly began to Change, he felt his bones and organs realigning, while his face grew longer and his nose grew flatter.
No one would have recognized the werewolf standing, blinking in the clearing, with a rifle over it’s back, as Jefferson McKnight.
ineptus astartes wrote:just some rouge werewolves. (there are plenty about, no?)
Well...not plenty ...no.
The majority of wolves in the area are either...
A. Part of Natasha's group.
B. Part of Ryan's pack
C. Various Hunters that have been bit and are grouping together in various ways
D. Musater and his " rebel element"..
Most other "rogue wolves" have sort of cleared out or gone to ground...trying to stay out of the way of the storm they sense coming.
ineptus astartes wrote:I guess Whichever of those groups had foragers out (most likely Natasha's, as the ones that attacked were Lycaeons)
...The problem is that Natasha's scouts probably would have just ripped Jeff apart and ate him, or drug him back to the mansion...
They wouldn't have just bit him and said " welcome.."
ineptus astartes wrote:hmmmm...maybe I should edit it... (who would have done the least damage?)
I was a little brain-dead on plots at the time...
You see, it might be different if this was the beginning of the RP, but we're almost seventy pages in and so far the stuff you've written (as far as I can tell) doesn't really line up a whole lot with what's happened so far...
Absolutely nothing personal but the original idea of being the hunter that was to enforce the network's orders about Andy and Vegas etc etc made much more sense IMO
ineptus astartes wrote:hmmmm...maybe I should edit it... (who would have done the least damage?)
I was a little brain-dead on plots at the time...
Here's my overall suggestion...if you really wish for Jeff to be infected with Lycanthropy...( Which I actually wish you'd said something about, as I assumed he'd be a Hunter element and not another infected Hunter)...
Jeff lands, explores surrounding area...encounters two of Natasha's scouts...shoots and kills one, the remaining wolf attacks...Jeff kills it in combat using silver blade but is bitten in the process.
He then stands in the field thinking "Damn...this is ironic, I came to insure the capture of infected Hunters...and now I am one.", he then strikes of to find the other Hunters.
ineptus astartes wrote:hmmmm...maybe I should edit it... (who would have done the least damage?)
I was a little brain-dead on plots at the time...
You see, it might be different if this was the beginning of the RP, but we're almost seventy pages in and so far the stuff you've written (as far as I can tell) doesn't really line up a whole lot with what's happened so far...
Absolutely nothing personal but the original idea of being the hunter that was to enforce the network's orders about Andy and Vegas etc etc made much more sense IMO
ghosty wrote:My brain feels like it's in a vice, and I think I gotta migraine coming on. If you really want I'll get a post up on tonight, but I really don't feel up to it.
Don't worry too much about it, I don't have any plans to have Vegas and Andy leave the warehouse anytime soon and I think War is in the same boat with the others on this one. Vegas and Holly are reunited after a long time being away, Ryan can take his sweet time getting there.
BIC:
Andy was sitting in a chair in a stark white hallway, the walls were lined with similar chairs, all in black, all the same, everything was clean. He looked at his feet to see a small pile of dust and dirt in a circle around him, the fluorescent light bulbs attached to the ceiling hummed as they continued to cast a bright white along all of the walls. "Mr. Bruss, we'll see you now." a voice rang from a PA device set in the wall and Andy instinctively stood up and walked towards a door marked 'Private'.
A man of shadow sat in a chair behind a large mahogany desk, "You wanted to see me sir?" Andy asked.
"Yes Mr. Bruss, I wanted to talk to you about your current condition." the man said, "Its come to our attention that you're a wolf."
"I am but I'm learning to control it, believe me I am." Andy replied, "In time I'm sure that I'll have no problem handling it."
"Is that why you're one right now?" the man asked.
"What are you..." Andy said as he looked at his arms to see fur all along it, "this isn't me, no I didn't do this. I can learn, I can learn how to stop this."
"Apparantly not Mr. Bruss," the shadow replied as he reached under his desk, "but its okay, we have use for a person who can't control themselves."
"No I can control it..." Andy was soon transfixed by a piece of meat the shadow was waving.
"See Mr. Bruss, you can't control yourself but we can control you. Its just that easy." the shadow said smoothly, "We want you to do something for us, we want you to go kill some things and in exchange we'll give you this nice piece of flesh here."
"What about my son, can I see him afterwards?" Andy pleaded.
"Of course, Mr. Bruss, of course." the shadow said happily, "Until then carry out the task we give you."
"What do you want me to do?" Andy asked in a low growl.
"Just fight some other dogs, shouldn't be too much of an issue for you." the shadow said as Andy watched the room dissolve, leaving rock walls and dirt.
"Bruss!" a voice boomed out ahead of him. A large wolf approached and Andy instinctively brought his arms up to defend himself from the charging monstrosity. As the beast impacted with him he was thrown into the dirt and skidded across the ground. "I'm going to finish you off you piece of gak." the large wolf shouted.
"Who the hell are you?" Andy said as he struggled to his feet.
"You don't remember me? I remember you clearly enough." the wolf said as it swiped at him. Andy jumped back to avoid it, but backed up against a wall. The wolf plunged its claws through Andy's chest and he coughed up blood and fluid while the wolf lifted him up to see slightly over the cliff's top. He could see something that looked like stadium stands, with black flags hanging from them. The people in the stands cheered as Andy was tossed through the air and landed with a sick thump against the ground. He crawled away before looking behind him and seeing a trail of blood leading from the large puddle where he had landed.
The cheering grew louder as the footprints from the other wolf came closer. He looked into the stands to see familiar faces; Wendy, Oliver, Miranda, and many of the hunters he had worked with in Morrison City before. They all cheered as Andy was being beaten and before long the other wolf had grabbed Andy by the top of his head and his shoulder, the wolf aimed Andy's vision to the top of the stands where he saw Pontius sitting on a throne and grinning. The crowd grew silent as Pontius lifted up Andy's hand and made a thumb's up motion with it. The wolf began to tear Andy's head from his shoulders and before he died, he saw Pontius holding his son.
"Don't worry Andy, he'll serve us well. Just like you." Pontius said without moving his mouth.
ANdy returned to the real world with a jump and fell out of the chair. He looked around the office to see that no one was with him. He could smell the others and thought it would be best to keep what had just happened to himself.
Might as well have Joker become a wolf, it seems to be the trend. Although that means ghosty is a hipster because he was a wolf before being a wolf was cool.
Just kidding ghosty, get some rest for that headache of yours.
halonachos wrote:Might as well have Joker become a wolf, it seems to be the trend. Although that means ghosty is a hipster because he was a wolf before being a wolf was cool.
Just kidding ghosty, get some rest for that headache of yours.
Hence my suggestion about the original idea...
This is what happens when someone jumps into an RP seventy pages in... Not much room for a new character to get his own ideas in because of the story line... :/
darksage wrote:It might make life easier on Andy if Joker became a werewolf.
It would make life easier on Andy if he was still a hunter, but then again an easy life wouldn't be much fun to read.
BIC:
Andy sat at home watching a movie and eating a ham sandwich. His son was sleeping in his crib, and the playboy bunnies had just arrived...
" Wendy?...Nope can't seem to remember her..."
I'm sure one of them is named Wendy, let's see... third on the left, is your name Wendy by any chance? No? Well can you pretend for just a minute? The kid? He's asleep, don't worry about it.
Chowderhead wrote:Hey FITZZ, when will the full moon event happen?
Well in game time the full moon is "tonight"...so...as soon as I can get some things together and figure a few things out ...we should be moving towards it.
Chowderhead wrote:Hey FITZZ, when will the full moon event happen?
Well in game time the full moon is "tonight"...so...as soon as I can get some things together and figure a few things out ...we should be moving towards it.
FITZZ wrote: Anyway guys, sorry no write ups tonight...very long day and I'm just too tired ...promise I'll play catch up tomorrow.
Yeah I hate Mondays too...
On a related note, I'm having mixed feelings about the Full Moon event...On one hand I'm completely terrified of what may happen, on the other hand I can't wait to see what will happen...
It makes me think. Andy does help others, but he also listens to those who are higher up. That's why I put him at Neutral Good. Harlow is a better example of chaotic good because he doesn't have any 'higher ups'.
Musater wants to dethrone Natasha, that's why I put him away from Neutrall which likes order and doesn't care either way about good or evil put him at evil which says that he's willing to use society to gain an advantage for himself. Like I said though, those are just my impressions.
And I say Chaotic Good because I actually had a nightmare where sharp objects were jammed into my kneecaps. If I remember correctly, that dream happened after a certain post of yours.
Ah, I see. Well maybe we should ask Fitzz about the alignment.
Ba dum tum tish!
Ah yes, those were good times. Planning to have more of those good times after Andy snaps out of what he's going through. Which he will mind you, right now he's just paranoid, schizophrenic, and losing against the werewolf part of him.
halonachos wrote: Which he will mind you, right now he's just paranoid, schizophrenic, and losing against the werewolf part of him.
Oh, that's never a good thing...
halonachos wrote:Harlow is a better example of chaotic good because he doesn't have any 'higher ups'.
Its good to know that people see him this way, that's what I was going for...
Although, I see him more between Chaotic Good and Chaotic Neutral:
"They place a high value on personal freedom, not only for oneself, but for others as well. They always intend to do the right thing, but their methods are generally disorganized and often out of alignment with the rest of society. They may create conflict in a team if they feel they are being pushed around. While they do not have evil intentions, they may do bad things (even though they will not enjoy doing these things) to people who are, in their opinion, bad people, if it benefits the greater good." -Chaotic Good
"They are free-spirited and do not enjoy the unnecessary suffering of others, but if they join a team, it is because that team's goals happen to coincide with their own at the moment. They invariably resent taking orders and can be very selfish in their pursuit of personal goals. A Chaotic Neutral character does not have to be an aimless wanderer; they may have a specific goal in mind, but their methods of achieving that goal are often disorganized, unorthodox, or entirely unpredictable." -Chaotic Neutral
There's an intersection somewhere in there where Harlow fits...-shrugs- you be the judge.
I was thinking he was along those lines, just a random wanderer trying to make a living on his own. Basically, you did an excellent job of conveying those alignments.
As far as Andy ripping out somebody's kneecaps, that's just his thing. Oh man, Andy is going to have fun torturing people as a wolf because now he doesn't need hammers.
ineptus astartes wrote:hmmm... wasn't counting on a full moon tonight. well...I guess I cant do much harm as a very confused person in the middle of the woods right?
Its not literally tonight as in RL time...He means game time, so a dozen or so hours could take anywhere between a day and a few days depending on how much stuff people post and Fitzz's own storytelling...
ahhh...I see...(If you note. the reason toyhammer is coming to an early close, is that I am irked by the fact that everyone sees the house differently (dont worry. the sequel will be up within minutes of the end. it is where Mark moves to nepal...[my life story essentially] and brigs the you-know-whos with him)
Harlow was fixing his motorcycle when Lisa and Holly approached him.
"My, my Harlow, you sure are good at working on that thing of yours." Holly said as she leaned against the van.
"Why thank you Ms. Holly." Harlow replied, "I'm rather good with my hands, I've had over a hundred years of experience with them."
"Well what are you working on Harlow?" Lisa asked.
"Just the tail pipe right now, its blowing a lot of smog out for some reason." Harlow noticed the two were awfully close to each other.
"Are you good with other kinds of pipes?" Holly asked.
"What about different kinds of tail?" Lisa added.
"Well, well ladies." Harlow grinned, "I'm a master with pipe and let's just say 100 years of being a wolf let me get all sorts of tail."
Moments later the van was shaking and making all sorts of terrible, muffled noises. Vegas happened to be walking by and noticed the van shaking, she was inexplicably drawn to the van despite the fact that she could guess what was going on inside. She grasped the handle and opened the door to reveal to writhing mass inside.
"Oh hey sis!" Holly said, "Want to join in, Harlow's showing us what he's learned over the years."
"Why not?" Vegas sighed as the van door shut yet again. More muffled noises joined the ranks of the already loud din.
"Where is everyone." Andy wondered as he walked about the warehouse, noticing the van and the fact that it seemed to now have hydraulics in it. The noises from inside made Andy curious and a voice inside his head told him to open the door, to fulfill his urges. He grabbed the handle and pulled it open. "Why the hell are you guys playing twister!" Andy shouted angrily.
"We're not playing twister Andy!" Holly shouted.
"Yeah you guys are, you're playing twister naked. You're not even doing it right. There's no spinner, no colored circles..."
"Damnit Andy close the damn door!" Vegas shouted.
"No, I'm getting in on this. I'm the twister master." ANdy said as he climbed into the van.
................
"Well that was fun." Holly exclaimed.
"I know right, but I don't think I'll walk right for a week." Lisa moaned.
"Who knew Andy was that flexible?" Vegas added in amazement.
"I told you guys I was a twister master." Andy smiled.
"I know right, and twister is better than an orgy any day!" Harlow said, "But you did know we were kind of having an orgy right?"
"Wait what?" Andy said as his face went blank.
"Yeah, we were kind of, um, getting it on." Holly blushed and looked away.
"So that wasn't your left leg on green was it Harlow?" Andy's eye twitched.
"Nope sorry partner." Harlow chuckled.
Andy immediately left the warehouse, found a hotel, rented a room, and sat crying in the shower for the rest of the day.
...Quick note, I have almost zero idea what all the Chaotic Good...Lawful Evil..Etc,etc..even mean ( other than a vague idea)...never played D&D in my life.
FITZZ wrote:...Quick note, I have almost zero idea what all the Chaotic Good...Lawful Evil..Etc,etc..even mean ( other than a vague idea)...never played D&D in my life.
FITZZ wrote:...Quick note, I have almost zero idea what all the Chaotic Good...Lawful Evil..Etc,etc..even mean ( other than a vague idea)...never played D&D in my life.
Basically Lawful means that they like hierarchy and structure, Chaotic means they hate order and hierarchy, and Neutral means it doesn't bother them either way.
Good means they like to follow good things like upholidng fair laws and the likes, evil means they will support what they want to support any way possible, while neutral doesn't really care either way as they have no motivation.
Lawful Good means that they'll support a democracy with fair leaders, Lawful Evil means that they'll use the hierarchy to further their own means and appreciate dictatorships. Chaotic good means they do what is right regardless of who is in charge and don't listen to them Chaotic Evil means they do what is best for themselves and disregard authority.
FITZZ wrote:...Quick note, I have almost zero idea what all the Chaotic Good...Lawful Evil..Etc,etc..even mean ( other than a vague idea)...never played D&D in my life.
Basically Lawful means that they like hierarchy and structure, Chaotic means they hate order and hierarchy, and Neutral means it doesn't bother them either way.
Good means they like to follow good things like upholidng fair laws and the likes, evil means they will support what they want to support any way possible, while neutral doesn't really care either way as they have no motivation.
Lawful Good means that they'll support a democracy with fair leaders, Lawful Evil means that they'll use the hierarchy to further their own means and appreciate dictatorships. Chaotic good means they do what is right regardless of who is in charge and don't listen to them Chaotic Evil means they do what is best for themselves and disregard authority.
Aha...ok.
I'll have to delve deeper into this latter, rushing about ATM....
Promise some write ups tonight.
... " Looks like they're having a Nrajah convention in there " Talbot said indicating the warehouse he and Dez had parked near ..." I don't like it...a gathering of rabble...on the first night of the Blood Moon..."
Dez sat quietly,staring out of the car window...
" The Queen must be informed....infected Hunters...Nrajah trash all gathering together...surely they are planning some sort of action" Talbot said as he lifted his cell phone
"...If this is a gathering.." Dez said softly..." Then perhaps you should wait..perhaps O'Brian and the others the Queen is seeking will turn up as well..."
Dez was silent, hoping this would stall Talbot for a bit longer until he figured out exactly what his next move was..
Talbot placed the phone back into his jacket..." Perhaps...we shall wait a bit longer...but ...before moon rise I must call my Queen.."
Dez nodded thinking to himself.." With any luck ..by Moon rise you'll be dead.."
...Aron Kraub paced slowly back and forth in his office, a huge wooden and brass afair, spotless and polished to perfection...a place almost reminicent of a shrine...
Kraub halted and wiped a small smudge from his shining boot ...then seated himself at his desk with a sigh.
Kraub was chief administrator of the Six Fingered Hand...the Militant Purifiers of the Holy Order of Hunters..
He not only saw to the extermination of the supernaturals...but insured that those of the Hunter Network who became tainted were cleansed..
He'd ordered Bruss and the woman Vegas brought in...and awaited word from the Hunters in the field that his orders had been carried out..
Though he bared Bruss and the woman no ill will...they must be freed of they're curse...better they be purified and transend than become the unholy creatures they would.
Kraub sighed again, it was the way of the Order...the tainted must be cleansed...purged...terminated.
...As time past, Kraub became impatient ...he should have heard from McKnight by now...
Perhaps other measures would be required...
Kraubs thin hand reached for the intercom...
" Connect me with Marilus.." he said..
Just FYI...Marilus is the Holy Order of Hunters Chief Executioner....
FITZZ wrote: Kraub was chief administrator of the Six Fingered Hand...
D20 Modern much?
I don't even know what D20 Modern is....
I used the term 6 Fingered Hand because I remembered it from a comic book I read when I was 10 or so....it was a group of demons who acted as overseers to other demons IIRC.
Mordoskul wrote:The Six-Fingered Hand is a cult from the roleplaying game D20 Modern, which is based off of the original Dungeons and Dragons d20 system.
Ah, well..as I've said before, I've never played a game of D&D in my life...never even read one of the rulebooks.
My foray into 40K, Rping here in this forum and my love of zombies is about as "nerd" as I get..
EDIT: Oh, and I used to read a lot of comic books...so...that to, though I've lost interest in most comics.
WARORK93 wrote:I'm starting to get some Inquisition vibes from this Kraub guy...
...Yeah, that's basicly what I was going for...Kraub is definatly Inquisitor material...very devoted to the concept of the mission of the "Holy Order".
Think old style Salem witch trials...this guy would burn his mother if he suspected she was "tainted".
... Brahg glanced at Natasha after Harlow had left...he stood silently for several moments and the spoke...
" With your forgiveness Majesty...you...just let him go?" The tall wolf cautiously asked.
Natasha looked up from her desk top computer, a small smile on her face..." Don't be to concerned about Mr. Harlow ...I'm sure you'll see him again...soon."
Brahg paused for and instant and then began to chuckle...
" Now" Natasha said..." Preperations must be made for the arrival of Jarin and the Pure Blood Mistress..."
Brahg nodded..
" I expect them to land before 5:00 PM.." Natasha went on " A pack will meet them and escort them back to the mansion.."
Brahg nodded again " Yes my Queen"
" We shall then welcome my lost sister properly..." Natasha said " I want a feast ready for the rising Blood Moon..."
" The other Pure Blood...Carl...will he be in atendance.?" Brahg asked.
Natasha simply leaned back in her chair...her smile growing.
(To pass the time, and more importantly, to wash out the bad taste that Halo's last post left in my mouth... )
The warehouse was quiet now. After a few minutes everyone had gone their separate ways and were doing whatever it was that they felt they needed to do. Harlow was back at his bike, reassured by the familiarity of doing something he had done plenty of times before. There was only one last check now to make sure it was in working order...
Harlow ignited the engine and brought it to life loudly, revving the throttle to make sure all was in order. If anyone was disturbed by it, they didn't say anything, leaving Harlow to smile and chuckle at the satisfying sensation that the bike's activation brought him. He soon turned it off and dismounted with satisfaction, sitting next to it and taking in its mechanical perfection. Oh the places he had been with this bike, the things he had seen...
And the way he had acquired it...
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1980, The East side of Berlin.
The darkness of the sewer was quiet...and it stank to the high heavens. That was the consequence of business, Harlow thought to himself, ever since the Russians had built that damned wall, it'd made the supply and demand business a lot harder for Harlow. Oh well, it was still just as rewarding.
Harlow felt along the wall with his gloved hand until he found the edge of the seal that marked the hidden entrance, this part of the sewer had been blocked with a large amount of concrete to prevent escapes from that prison that the Russians called East Berlin. But if one knew where to look...Harlow pressed his hand on a certain part of the wall and the sound of unclasping hinges greeted his ears, he pushed and the hidden door opened to a passageway that led to cylindrically cut chamber. On the far edge of the chamber was a ladder to yet another hidden entrance, this time to the surface. These passageways were used by smugglers, had been for years, or in Harlow's case, for those who had matters to attend on both sides of the city. Harlow climbed the ladder and gently moved the hatch out of his way as he climbed up into the basement of the school just on the east side of the Iron Curtain. He replaced the hatch, careful not to make a sound and made his way up the stairs and into the lobby.
A quick check outside revealed armed guards, many East Germans, patrolling the area. Harlow cursed quietly but couldn't say he was surprised, the area was known for its successful escape attempts after all. He couldn't go outside dressed as he was, it was after curfew and none of the citizens were walking the streets, only the guards who were supposed to be out making sure nobody broke curfew. Harlow's mind raced but he smirked as an idea came into his head. He scrambled to a side door and dropped into an alleyway, there were scant few lights in the night on this side of the wall which made his work now much easier. He scrambled through a few alleys until he saw what he was looking for. An officer, identifiable by the overcoat and cap that he wore, stumbled through the street alone, singing a listless tune in Russian and generally making noise. Harlow's knife came out of its sheathe and into his hand and he prepared himself to strike in the shadow of the alley. He looked around, nobody that he could see was watching and nobody was with the tipsy officer, it was now or never.
After a few seconds of muffled struggling and a few curses, the officer lay half naked and bleeding his life out in a dumpster in the alley while Harlow, now in the man's garb, walked away, even taking strides as to replicate the man's listless stumbling and tuneless hum, at least until he was out of sight, Tense seconds passed as he made his way along the street, a few guards passed him, but the darkness was on his side, and nobody even said a word to him. After about ten minutes of walking on the street, Harlow turned to a small side boulevard and took a small flight of stairs down toward the door of a building that was hidden from sight above on the street. Before knocking on the thick metal door, Harlow took off the jacket and cap. After a few moments, a small hatch on the door slid open and two eyes peered out at him.
"как ваш дедушка?" 'How is your grandfather?' The voice asked in Russian.
"Он преуспевает, спасибо спросить." 'He is doing well, thank you for asking.' Harlow replied in fluent Russian. The door opened and Harlow stepped in, the heavy door clanking closed behind him.
As he stepped in, he was immediately blindfolded and searched. His participation was willing but begrudging. Somebody waved a beeping device in front of him and finally, after a few moments, the blindfold was taken off and a short black haired man in an expensive looking jacket stood in front of him. The man took a step forward and offered Harlow his hand which Harlow took and shook with a smirk.
"Security sure got a lot tighter around here, Yuri." Harlow said good naturedly. The man in front of him shrugged and led Harlow away from his armed, dark clothed guards.
"Khrushchev sends more troops all the time, it is an unsafe world my friend, and I must protect my operation." He said with a smirk. Harlow shrugged this time, unimpressed.
"Not very professional ones, that's gotta be the third big cap I've posed as in as many years. Russians never learn do they?" He said looking down to his diminutive associate who nodded.
"The Motherland may be slow to react, but it has eyes everywhere, make no mistake. Sometimes it takes a special type of wool to cover her eyes." Yuri said chuckling to himself as the two entered a large, comfortable looking room, Yuri motioned to a small table where a clear glass bottle full of transparent liquid and two shot glasses sat. He poured the two shots and offered one to Harlow.
"Come on, a few for old times sake, we haven't had a drink together since we last met in Budapest." He said warmly.
"That's because the next time we met, there was a revolution in the streets and all the vodka bottles in the city were being used as molotovs if I remember correctly."
"True." Yuri said admittedly.
"Then there was the small matter of that T-72 crushing the building we were in." Harlow continued.
"Also true." Yuri admitted. "I have also resigned myself to the fact that you are never going to let me live that little incident down." Yuri responded with a chuckle and drank his shot.
"And you'd be right in that..." Harlow said with his own chuckle and downed his own drink, it was smooth and burned his chest with its potency. Harlow grunted.
"Burns the same as it always does." He admitted.
"Its imported from Kazakhstan, one of the last bottles to survive the great Patriotic War." Yuri said appreciatively. "But enough reminiscing, we have business to conduct."
Harlow nodded, Yuri was the closest thing he had to a friend, and had been his supplier over the years almost as far back as the forties. Yet neither one of them showed any signs of advanced age, for Yuri that was because he was what other wolves called a "skinwalker" one of those wolves who had the useful ability to blend into society so seamlessly that nobody, not even other supernaturals usually, noticed the difference. Harlow respected Yuri for that, what he wouldn't give for such abilities...
Yuri walked over to a large safe and turned a few knobs, the door finally opened with a metallic clank and inside sat a large duffel bag. Yuri picked it up and brought it over to Harlow, setting it before him.
"Just like you wanted, you've got no idea how many favors I had to call in to gather all your stuff after the agency cut you loose in China." Yuri said as Harlow opened the bag up and went through his belongings that had once been lost to him years ago. Every single paper and document was there, so were his weapons along with a surprising amount of regular ammo and silver rounds for each one. "I took the liberty of saving you time to look for reloads, consider it gesture in favor of our friendship." Yuri said with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, don't get all mushy on me you old dog." Harlow said as he presented Yuri with a large briefcase which he opened. The case was loaded with stacks of bound hundred dollar bills, all American. "Three hundred grand, all there, courtesy of the Colombians." He said with a smirk.
"You didn't." Yuri said with a growing smile. Harlow shrugged as if it was no big deal.
"Somebody had to get those bastards back for leaving us in the jungle." He said, chuckling.
"They didn't---" Yuri began before shouting was heard from the entrance room where the guards were. All the voices were in different languages; Hungarian, Polish, Ukrainian, Harlow had no idea what was going on until Yuri shouted back at them and then turned to Harlow.
"Were you followed?"
"No."
"Well then someone must have found the guy who that coat and cap belonged too because the Russians are surrounding the building." Just as Yuri finished saying that, automatic fire could be heard from multiple Kalashnikovs from outside and everybody ducked as the buildings windows were shot in and shattered.
"You got a back door?" Harlow asked over the din of fire to Yuri who was taking cover next to him. Harlow grabbed his bag as soon as Yuri reached for the suitcase of money. The man nodded to Harlow and ran to a desk on one side of the room, he went through a drawer and found a key. He put it into a key slot on the desk and pressed a button on its underside. The large safe next to the desk's hidden door at the back opened and Yuri motioned for Harlow to follow him as he and his guards who weren't dead went through the wall. Harlow closed the safe behind him as bootfalls could be heard coming through the building.
They were in pitch black darkness. Harlow couldn't see a thing.
"Where are we?" He asked, suddenly, lights came on and Harlow saw that they were in some sort of large garage with several vehicles in it.
"This is where we part ways for now, I'm afraid, old friend." Yuri began. "The building we just left is going up in flames in two minutes."
Harlow was only half listening to him, among the vehicles he spied was a black Harley Davidson Rocker motorcycle, its three headlights gleaming in the dim light of the phosphorescent bulbs overhead. A smile spread across his face as he got an idea.
"Hey Yuri, the goons outside are looking for me, not you, go ahead and get out of here, but lemme lead em away before you scram." He said.
"How are you going to..." Yuri began before he saw where Harlow was looking. "No, now way, its an import, I can't--" He began before Harlow cut him off.
"The entire Russian army is out there and they ain't playing, either you let me take that ride outta here and lead em off or neither of us are going to make it out." He said in a growl. Yuri sighed, reached into his pocket and tossed Harlow the keys.
"Alright, good luck, comrade." He said and then turned to go through another hidden entrance in the back wall with his guards.
"Just have the door open in a few seconds." Harlow said, nodding to his supplier. "Good luck." Soon the man and his guards disappeared. Harlow mounted the motorcycle, feeling its potential beneath him.
"Hope you're as fast as I think you are..." He whispered. "Or we both die today." Despite his misgivings, he ignited the engine and revved it, bringing the machine beast to life loudly and with a wild grin. Just as he asked, the garage door began to open slowly, and men outside began to shout in Russian. Before Harlow could think about how completely insane he was, he gunned the throttle and took off, the galloping beast he rode picking up momentum and speed in exponential quantities.
From outside the Russians waited as the door opened, their guns trained on the entrance from behind cover. Suddenly, the roaring sound of an engine could be heard getting slowly louder and more raucous as it got closer, the dim headlights of the thing that came at them also got larger and brighter and finally Harlow shot out of the garage at breakneck speeds, momentarily leaving the ground as he made a break for freedom. All of the trained guns opened up but Harlow was just too fast and the gunmen too poorly trained to hit him. The bullets whizzed by his head, a few grazing him but it was mere moments of gritted teeth speed before he was clear of the blockade of APCs and other vehicles. Shouting resumed as the soldiers began loading into vehicles and hastily prepared to chase Harlow through the streets. A few moments passed and a few of the vehicles were just making their way back onto the streets when the building they had surrounded exploded brilliantly, sending shards of glass and brick showering over anyone close and knocking anyone too close off their feet. Needless to say, anyone still inside was finding hard to breath...
From a back alley not too far away, Yuri watched as Harlow sped away, dozens, if not hundreds of men chasing him in armored vehicles, he heard the building go up and checked his watch, well, at least the timer had worked properly.
"That bastard is crazy, he'll be dead in a minute." One of his guards said as they moved out. Yuri shook his head and chuckled.
"The word crazy implies that he's doing it even though he knows he wont make it. No, if there's even a crumb of justice left in the universe, we'll see him again soon."
Out in the streets, shots rang out and Harlow's motorcycle barked loudly. He made maneuvers the bulky Russian vehicles couldn't match but it was no use, they were everywhere, on every corner, and it was only a matter of time before they hit him. bullets stitched the ground around his tires and sent sparks and specks of asphalt flying around him. Harlow kept his head down, practically hugging the bike as he made a beeline for the wall. It was imposing, thick concrete topped with machine gun nests and barbed wire. There was no way he was going to get through it, the checkpoints were heavily defended. There was no way he was going under it like he had earlier either. As he turned another corner, he got an idea...
No, that was crazier than what he was doing now, there was no way he could...Harlow looked around, the net was closing fast, he only had one shot at this, APCs and the sirens of police cars blared behind him, shots continued to ring out, one finally hitting him in the leg and making him grunt and wince. Only one shot and it was dead ahead. Harlow could already sense the pursuing soldiers' feeling of triumph, they had him cornered between the wall and the wall of troops, there was nowhere for him to go now. Harlow grinned even more madly than he had when he had set out. That's what they thought.
Up ahead was a parked flatbed truck, its bed raised diagonally to the sky. Yep, this was just about the craziest thing he'd done, but if it worked...well, one step at a time...
Harlow gunned the engine, the front wheel raising for a moment before making contact with the ground again. Harlow braced himself for what he was about to do as behind him, the vehicles came skidding to a stop before hitting the wall. Time slowed to a near standstill as the bike hit the bed of the truck and began going upwards, launching into the air at top speed. The East Germans could only watch slack jawed as the bike vaulted over the wall for a few hundred feet before coming back down on the western side. Harlow howled in victory as the bike hit the pavement on the other side. His excitement was shortlived, however, as the bike barreled out of control and threw him rolling over the ground, finally coming to a standstill on his back. Harlow's vision greyed and he felt many broken bones and burns that would soon heal, he looked over to the bike which lay on its side next to him, crunched and nearly totaled.
"Yeah, you and me are going to get along just fine." He said weakly as he giggled and passed out.
WARORK93 wrote:I'm starting to get some Inquisition vibes from this Kraub guy...
...Yeah, that's basicly what I was going for...Kraub is definatly Inquisitor material...very devoted to the concept of the mission of the "Holy Order". Think old style Salem witch trials...this guy would burn his mother if he suspected she was "tainted".
So, no chance of reconciliation I take it.
BIC:
Andy walked out of the office to see the others talking amongst themselves, Vegas was making great progress in gaining their trust and as long as Andy didn't do anything to disrupt it everything should go just fine. Andy walked quietly towards the front entrance where he was supposed to watch out for any other wolves. Luckily the others didn't see him, he wasn't in the mood for talking he just wanted to keep quiet and wait for tonight to come. The catwalks were becoming more and more familiar to him, and he found the same spot where he had been sitting. He returned his gaze through the same windows at the same street outside, the monotony of it was relaxing and he could at least focus a little. He looked out at the candy wrappers and tried to see if any had moved.
He put his head on his hand again and began to drift off, he was tired, hungry, dirty, and overall he just wanted to go home. He thought about picking up his son from hs mother in law, he thought about the birthdays, going to the park, family get togethers... He thought about Wendy, about how his son wouldn't have a mother. Maybe he could find one for him, then they would be a happy family. Going to the beach, school plays, barbecues... and that's when Andy realized that he was hungry. He shook his head as he looked out the window again and he smiled.
.......................
"He really wants to see the hunters." Vegas said, "I guess what we can do is hold out long enough to see how they react, if they attack us then all bets are off with them wanting to take us back."
"Does the Network normally take people who have turned back?" Harlow asked, interested in the Network's history.
"Nope, in fact you remember that little revolver Andy had?" Vegas asked, looking Harlow in the eyes.
"Yeah, nice little custom piece there. Could use some polish though." Harlow smirked at his own joke.
"He got that from his first commanding officer, apparantly his CO was turned by a wolf and Andy shot him through the head. After that he executed over ten of his other men who were wounded and were going to turn." she said as she scanned the other's impressions.
"If what you said about him offering you a safe haven is true, then I guess he's changed huh?" Holly said as she looked at the figure sitting in the catwalk.
"Yes he has, my friend Colt was incredibly skeptical about the network too. I guess its just how they treat their people, they have no idea about how to give them benefits and once a hunter turns they're useless. Andy was saying something about that too, he wanted to start to incorporate wolves into the network. Guess that won't happen anytime soon." Vegas sighed.
"Well..." Holly started to say before the sound of shattering glass interrupted her, "What the hell was that, Andy!"
"Andy what," Vegas turned to look at the catwalks were Andy had been sitting, "where the hell is he?". Screams from outside the warehouse echoed in through the broken glass and Vegas rushed out to see if her worst fears were happening. She slammed the warehouse door open to see a wolf wearing torn clothes similar to Andy's mauling a man in a gray uniform, "feth, Andy stop!" she yelled to no avail. She saw her shotgun on the ground and picked it up as she ran towards Andy. As she got close she raised the shotgun above her head and brought it down on Andy's neck, he barked in pain before stumbling away from the mass of blood and flesh under him. He wobbled on his legs before he put his right leg down and slipped on the stump. He crashed head first into the ground and Vegas quickly ran up to him and aimed the shotgun directly at his face, she watched as Andy tried to get back up before collapsing back to the ground. "What the feth Andy." she said to herself as she looked between Andy and the mangled corpse.
"Well, I guess we better get them back inside." Harlow said as he prepared to carry Andy, "And probably get him some new clothes unless he enjoys walking in the buff."
"There's, there's a hooded robe he was using before. I guess he can wear that." Vegas said in shock.
"Alright big guy, come on." Harlow shouldered Andy and carried him inside, "You want to handle that or should I get that as well?" he asked Vegas who just shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair in thought. ....................
Andy woke up feeling a bit better than usual, he stretched and noticed that he was wearing different clothes. He saw Vegas staring at him, shotgun in hand. "Oh hey Vegas, how are you?"
"Oh, I'm fantastic." Vegas said with a forced smile, "Watching a friend of mine eating a person always brightens my day."
"I didn't eat anybody." Andy said quietly, "I would've known if I did." he looked at Vegas, her frustration was rising and he watched as she began to shake her foot faster, lips pursed.
"Oh yeah, look behind you." she said loudly. Andy turned around and saw the mangled corpse.
"I didn't, I didn't do that!" Andy cried out, "I was sitting in the catwalks and then I fell asleep and woke up here, I didn't do that."
"Well guess what Andy, you did." Vegas said angrily, "You fething disgust me. I know that you're going through some issues right now, but there's no fething reason to just eat somebody." she yelled and saw Andy's face contort, his eyes began to water. "Oh, you're just going to fething cry? What about him, that guy probably had a family and now you ruined their lives because you couldn't handle yourself."
"I, didn't..." Andy began before Vegas stood up and raised her hand to backhand Andy.
"Say 'I didn't' one more time." Vegas watched as Andy raised his arms to protect himself and stopped. "Just stay the hell out of my sight." she said before walking out of the room and slammed the door.
"So you're just going to leave him in there with the rest of the body?" Harlow asked Vegas.
"Yeah, he can look at what he's done." Vegas said coldly.
"Or he'll eat it." Harlow said and watched as Vegas went back into the room. "Go into the fething back room." he heard her yell and watched as Andy walked out and towards the back of the warehouse with his head hung low.
"You know, there's a silver lining to this." Harlow said while leaning against the wall.
"Save it cowboy." Vegas tried to ignore him as she fumed.
"You'll probably kill more during the full moon tonight." Harlow said with small smile.
"What did you say?" Vegas stopped and immediately pivoted on the spot.
"You'll probably kill more people during the full moon than he will." Harlow folded his arms across his chest, "First of all he's already eaten so he won't be as hungry. Second of all, you're a lot more agressive than he is. You're going to tear up the town little lady."
"Shut the feth up." Vegas said venomously.
"See, that's what I'm talking about." Harlow began walking with Vegas towards the office, "He's not able to control himself because he's been traumatized like that, it was only a matter of time before he lost control and did something like that. Just be glad he didn't try to repopulate, that would've been rather awkward. You on the other hand are going to be hungry and angry during the moon, not a good combination."
Vegas looked away before storming back towards the office.
Andy sat alone in the backroom, rocking back and forth trying to forget what he had just been told. "I didn't do that, I didn't. I was asleep, it couldn't of been me." he kept muttering to himself. "I didn't do it Vegas, I swear I didn't do it. I didn't want to make you angry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." he continued to say to himself.
"Please don't go, please don't go, I can't be alone." he told himself, "I won't do it again, I promise I won't do it again." he said as he buried his face into his robe and curled up into a ball in a corner. He whimpered to himself as he began to fall back to sleep, "I... didn't...mean to." he said with yawn before failling asleep.
Harlow chuckled to himself as he heard snoring coming from the back room.
"What's so funny Harlow?" Holly asked while Vegas was busy swearing to herself and trying to figure out what to do.
"He's sleeping it off like a drunk on sunday morning." Harlow said with a smile, "And she's just scared because she's going to end up doing the same thing. Damn the irony huh?"
"I guess so." Holly said, "What are we going to do with what's left?"
"I figure we leave it. Ryan gets here and we see if he wants it, hell its actually just some escaped convict." Harlow began to return to his bike.
"How do you know that?" Lisa asked.
"Serial number on his shirt, that and the guy has half a pair of handcuffs on him."
"Half a pair?"
"Yeah, moron must've eaten that too. Reminds me of a puppy; dumb, impulsive, listens sometimes, and eats anything on the floor. Hell he might end up wetting the rugs." Harlow smirked, "Funniest thing to happen this week so far though." he began to laugh.
Right. So apparently that little headache of mine was a bit worse than I first foresaw. I was bedset the whole of yesterday with a killer migraine. I got out and about in the evening, so It's getting better. Could I ask that no one in the warehouse does anything else? I'm going to post an rp that will wrap it all together.
I apologize in advance for the few liberties I'm going to take with your characters, but it will be to help the story progress.
ghosty wrote:Right. So apparently that little headache of mine was a bit worse than I first foresaw. I was bedset the whole of yesterday with a killer migraine. I got out and about in the evening, so It's getting better. Could I ask that no one in the warehouse does anything else? I'm going to post an rp that will wrap it all together.
I apologize in advance for the few liberties I'm going to take with your characters, but it will be to help the story progress.
(I forgot to mention the post WILL be today.)
I'm actually going to second ghosty's request for all PCs at the warehouse to wait for his post, it'll make things much easier for me to put together...
ghosty wrote:Right. So apparently that little headache of mine was a bit worse than I first foresaw. I was bedset the whole of yesterday with a killer migraine. I got out and about in the evening, so It's getting better. Could I ask that no one in the warehouse does anything else? I'm going to post an rp that will wrap it all together.
I apologize in advance for the few liberties I'm going to take with your characters, but it will be to help the story progress.
(I forgot to mention the post WILL be today.)
I'm actually going to second ghosty's request for all PCs at the warehouse to wait for his post, it'll make things much easier for me to put together...
Aye, can do. I was just trying to get across how messed up Andy is right now.
As far as ghosty's post goes, cannot wait but take your time because migraines are not the easiest things to come from. Good to hear from you again though, that's for sure.
Everyone has a lot of backstory except for me, it seems. Might as well start on it, as I'm the oldest character here.
1476, Istanbul
"You will never win, scum!" The dying Hungarian soldier spit into the face of the warrior who wounded him. Wiping the spit from their cheek, the warrior picked up their spear again and impaled it into the man's head. Snarling as he continued, the soldier was murdering and butchering the fallen warrior. The warrior's comrade, snickering, stayed their hand further, egging him on to new prey. Jumping into a new skirmish, he pulled a short sword from the sheath, and sliced a man's throat. He went down in a shower of blood, clutching his neck. Continuing, the pair encountered a group of horse-mounted knights. One laughed as he speared a horse, causing it's rider to fall off. The man in 100 pounds of armor slammed into the ground just before the laughing man ran him through as well. The rest of the knights were dispatched with by the other warrior.
The tent was just on the horizon. Surrounding the tent were the Elite Guard, Vampyre soldiers. The laughing man stabbed two in the chest with wooden stakes, while the other tried to hit one with a crossbow. It went wide and slammed into another member of the Guard.
"You know how bad of a shot I am! Why did you make me take that damned thing!" The soldier was complaining as a stake entered another bloodsucker. Spinning around, the warrior caught another with the tip of the iron capped boot. Going for the stake, he found it gone. The Vampyre smiled and set upon the the soldier. Going for a throat wound, he jumped up and ran towards the soldier searching for the lost stake. He sadly didn't make it. The other man had thrown one of his stakes, and it landed right into the back of the Vampyre's knee. He fell, screaming in pain. The soldiers looked at each other.
"Why did you give me the crossbow again?" He lifted his helmet, revealing himself to a man of maybe 30.
"Because, brother, you need the practice." She lifter her helmet, showing herself to be a woman of 18, maybe. Her brown hair flowed from her head. "gak! There's blood in my hair!" She looked at her flowing locks.
"By Cernunnos, will you ever be quiet?" The man grabbed her hand, and together, they walked into the tent. The man inside was sitting down, staring at them as he got up from his chair. He was an old man, maybe 40 or 50, his skin was papery white, and his lips were red with blood. The goblet beside him was... Aeromatic, to say the least.
"You kill my soldiers, butcher my guards, and you come into my tent." He licked his lips, eyeing them. "And you a woman! Ha!" He grabbed the girl, pulling her close. "My girl, I will make you my queen. Now, please, tell your boyfriend-" There was an audible pop as the stake was driven into the man's heart.
"Stupid man. Never let a woman to close to your heart." She stepped back, and pushed the dying man onto the table.
"But... But I... I am Vlad the Impaler... I cannot die..." He was leaking blood from his massive wound.
"Sadly, we all die. Your end was fitting. Impaled on the spike that you used to kill our king? Ironic, I do say." The man walked over to the fallen king. "I do say, I wonder what your blood tastes like..." He put a drop of Vlad's blood onto his gloved finger. "Let's find out!" He poped his finger into Vlad's mouth, grabbed his jaw with the rest of his hand, and pulled. The sickening shclock of the jawbone ripping from the head was near vomit inducing, but the soldiers didn't care. They exited the tent, and headed for their own command tent.
"Musater. Musatei. You return. Did you-" Musater threw the jawbone at the man in leather armor.
"Longar. He's dead." Musatei grabbed a barrel of wine from the stockpile, and began to drink.
"Your sister is getting a bit out of hand with the drink over there..." Longar was eyeing the girl chugging a 20 gallon barrel of the strongest wine gold could buy.
"She needs it after the day we had." Musater grabbed a barrel for himself. "As do I." He removed the bung and began to drink with his sister.
Longar sighed and sat down. Today was going to be a long day...
The foliage of the forest passed by in a blur of green and brown, it's stick thin fingers lashing cruelly against the speeding pair. Through the wooded land Ryan and Star crashed, moving with purpose back towards Prague. Ryan was taking the lead, his monstrous form barreling ahead of the pair, clearing the way through the forest in a surge of trampled vegetation and kicked up leaf mold. Behind him, keeping pace, but with considerable more difficulty, was Star. She was on all fours, moving at a lopsided loping gait, with one of her forearms tucked close to her chest, cradling the newborn babe, Casanova. Despite the speed and intensity of their flight, Ryan was not stupid. The fact that the Queen still had trackers out on the prowl, searching for them still lay heavy in his mind, and as such, though he was not caring for the initial damage he was causing to the vegetation, and thus giving a possible track to follow, he directed the pair through as difficult an area to follow him through; Across and along streams to lose the scent, Over rocky outcroppings and through a series of deep ravines, attempting to make their tracks all the harder to find.
Eventually however, Star indicated she needed to stop and rest with a short yelp. Ryan grunted in response, and came to a slow jog, and finally to a stop. They had decided to take rest in one such gully, with rocky over hangs on either sides, and bringing the area they stood in plunged into a semi twilight, soft green light sifting down from above. The floor was carpeted thickly with moss, bleached pale by the lack of sunlight, but still thriving from the ever present flow of a thin stream that wound its way along the base of the ravine. It was picturesque, to be in a place so untainted by the changing of the seasons, and the slow spread of man. Hell, Ryan had expected some sort of fencing and a path, being as close as they were to Prague. He padded over to the stream, and bowed his great jaws down, lapping at the cool and fresh water as it flowed past him on its way to whatever Filtration station inevitably awaited it in Prague. It tasted good, as only water can after a hard run, and Ryan drank deep for several more seconds, before he lifted his snouted head, to look around. Star had already changed back, and was looking at him critically. Shamefaced by his indiscretion, at his lack of civility that separated himself from the beast, Ryan quickly changed back, and washed his hands in the icy water.
"Ryan, when do you feel most free? As a wolf, or as a Human?" She asked, carefully eyeing him, as she checked over the small baby, checking he was unharmed from the journey.
Ryan paused, wiping his hands on his legs, and stood up to his full height. He had grown, Star noted, since they had met all those years ago in Empire. It was uncanny, as if leadership of a pack had caused more than just the mental changes that had occurred. He had not only become more cunning, and vicious, we she expected entirely, judging from the many trophies he carried, but physically, he seemed more toned than before. He was more scarred, and was missing another finger. That makes three, she noted. He also stood up much straighter than he previously ever had, as if he had finally accepted Lycanthropy, and dared anyone to judge him for his decision. He was a truly great catch for a mate, and, provided he didn't do anything stupid, Star fully believed he could be an Alpha for a long long time.
Ryan shrugged. "Hard to say. It's a full moon tonight, and so being a wolf seems so much more... safe. I dunno."
Star nodded. She had fully expected the answer. If he was ever challenged for dominance of his pack, how would he react? Would he be humane about it, and discuss the situation, hear out the concerns of the other, and work together for a mutually beneficial agreement or would he, like the simple act of drinking from the stream, let the animal take over, and go for the throat. Star smiled a mischievous, vicious, and wholly unsavory smile. If she were to sow the seeds, she could be able to harness Ryans power for her own...
"Ryan, you need to accept the animal within. Don't hold it back, or it will fight you. Become one with him, and you will become unassailable, and you will become the most powerful wolf in the land. Just listen to its needs, and you'll find it sated."
"Uh huh. Well right now the beast inside of me really wants to itch its balls, but, well, there's a time and place for that. And anyway, we gotta keep moving. Are you rested up? Is Cassy ok?"
Star raised an eyebrow.
"He's fine, a real fighter. I think he enjoyed the journey, in honesty. He's all smiles and giggles. Why do we need to get back so fast? You seemed content to make a stew back in the shack, and suddenly, it was all rushing about and leaving for Prague. Why?"
"I don't know. Somethings up with the pack."
"How d'you know?"
Ryan shrugged. "I don't, but if there wasn't something amiss, they'd have come looking for us by now, wouldn't they? Now if your rested up, lets go, it is a full moon tonight you know, and I don't want the pack tearing up Prague."
Star grabbed him by the arm as he turned to leave. "See what I mean? You're suppressing the beast! No wonder yo fly into such uncontrollable rages!"
Ryan pulled his arm free, and looked at her darkly. "Your being serious? Your actually being serious. There is a difference between letting the wolf hold the reigns for a bit, and going on a city wide massacre. That is the stark difference between myself and Natasha. You see, don't you?"
Star didn't look convinced, but nodded anyway.
"Sometime I wonder if being around Natasha has rubbed off on you. Next thing I know you'll be talking about pureblood master races or some bullsh*t. Now lets move, we're almost at the outskirts."
Star frowned, party from the perceived insult, but partly because she was confused. "How do you know? I can't smell anything, I haven't seen any signs of civilization, and I cant hear any cars."
"Ah, well I've been a wolf longer than you, and this place is familiar to me."
"You've never been here before!" Star cried out, rolling her eyes with exasperation.
"A certain Oracle told me of a land clawed open, and how it is close to the area I must be at."
"That makes no sense! Your trusting an old soothsayer over the evidence, that we're in the middle of no where!" Star replied.
Ryan shrugged, and changed back into a wolf. Star swore under her breath, before she too transformed, and, only pausing to pick up Casanova, bounded off after Ryan, who was already making progress ahead...
Glad you're feeling better ghostly, those migranes can be horrid.
@nachos... I was seriously lucky to have put my drink down for that post... Twister is so damn evil...
IC...
A loud 'click' echoed in her head as Erzuli sat up. Jarin was putting down a phone just across from her. Groaning, she looked at her nails, frowned and stood up. The coat fell off her back and the big wolf swiftly picked it off the floor, smiling at her.
"Feeling better, Mistress?"
"Much; though the moon is calling to my blood."
She looked at him hungrily but forced herself to walk to the rear of the cabin. Anya was still sleeping soundly as she got to the door and pulled it open.
"The Queen will have something prepared I assure you."
She glanced back at him.
"Oh I'm sure it will be... interesting."
Grabbing her bag, she walked into the rear cabin and slammed the door behind her.
Rubbing her hip, Erzuli grumbled to herself, clean hands and cold water were not helping. She reached into her pocket and cursed loudly, her box was still in the coat. She looked at her reflection in the scarred mirror, catching a glint of hunger in her eyes; tonight would be interesting.
"Why does it have to hurt on the full moon? I look like a wounded pup."
Shifting to her half form, she felt the clothes tighten around her and her hip pain soothe. She ran her claws up the gouges in the mirror and growled at herself. She was more tense than expected and she missed Gaagii's snide comments. At least they focused her, something she badly needed right now. The witch had to admit to herself she was not as prepared as she wanted to be for this meeting; large groups of wolves was not something she was used to. 'Strength of mind,' she mused, 'I need to focus on that and the pain will lessen.'
"Or maybe something else." she grinned, tracing her tongue down one of her fangs, "Surely there is time... and the moon is right."
Shifting back down to her human form, she knelt down and opened her bag. Carefully she searched through the pockets, spending several minutes pulling out pouches, checking the contents and placing the select few in front of the wash basin. Pushing the bag aside finally she stood and turned out the contents of all but one of the pouches. She traced her finger over each: a needle and thread, a red candle in the form of a female form, a three different piles of herbs, a vial of an oily substance, a sparkling powder and a piece of old parchment. She opened the last pouch and pulled out a pair of polished white stones that appeared to be stuck together, the sparkling power shuddered as she passed them over it. Taking a deep breath she knew more preparaton was required. 'Patience,' she thought, 'I have to do this right.'
Slipping off her trousers, the wolf kicked them back against the door, blocking the bottom and then gazed up to the ceiling, noting the patched up hole where the smoke alarm should have been. She laughed.
"Private jet... of course."
Erzuli flexed her arms and swiftly pulled off her underwear. Placing them carefully in front of her other ingredients she picked up the stones and pulling them carefully apart, laid them at each end of the undergarment, musing that she didn't normally wear silken shorts but she'd had to find something that fit. Taking the needle and thread she began securing a stone inside the front of the deep pink clothing: a few minutes later she placed the other stone into the back. Lifting up the shorts she shrugged, thinking, 'not the best but it'll last a few nights.' Laying the underwear back down in front of her, she took a deep breath; one more ingredient to get. Catching a glance of herself in the mirror as she sat down on the floor, she sighed, hopefully this wouldn't take long.
Anya gazed at the clock on the wall drowsly, she was trying to figure out whether she was truely loosing her grip, either that or the ghosts were back. The clock was going forwards at some speed. She counted at least eight rotations of the hands before it stopped suddenly: four, fifteen. She frowned and sat up, hearing a short laugh next to her.
"Don't worry, young one. We've moved to European time now." Jarin raised a mug in her direction. "You look like you need a drink."
Muttering a short, "thankyou", Anya took the mug of cocoa and leant back against the seat, taking a sip of the drink before glancing out of the window again.
Jarin patted her on the shoulder and continued down the cabin, stopping before the closed door at the back. He knocked, only to hear a sudden thud at the base of the door. Grasping the handle, he turned it, only to find his attempt stopped by a force holding the handle on the other side.
"I'll be out in a while." Came the strained voice from within.
"Are you well, mistress?" Jarin tried to pull the door again and it opened slightly before being pulled violently shut. He could hear the lock catch. A scent hit him from within and he paused, unable to believe for a moment he could smell the overwhelming female scent that had drifted to him in that moment. A tense growl welled up in his throat and he squeezed the handle tightly, sorely tempted to pull the door open.
"I... I am fine, thankyou Jarin. Now please... let me prepare."
"Yes... mistress." Forcing himself to let go of the handle, Jarin found himself unwilling to move further and stood with his other hand on the wooden door, breathing heavily. "Tell me when you are ready... we land soon."
Erzuli stood over the washbasin, her eyes tightly shut. The candle and herbs smoldered around her, filling her with a sense of purpose and calm. Using her sense of touch to guide her she trailed her fingers through the patch of wet liquid on the basin and touched each of the stones inside the shorts, making a small glyph on each.
"...to hold power over their senses in that first moment, to bring the wolves to me..."
Opening her eyes she sprinkled some of the powder onto each stone and pulled the smoke from the candle over them, inhaling the scent and smiling.
"...as I feed you, so will you feed me."
She put out the candle: the mixture of smells surrounding her began to fade as the air conditioning pulled it out but her wolf senses ensuring they remained to intoxicate her. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed, glad to be finally done. Gathering the remains of the ritual together she placed them in a bag together and doused it in water before quickly washing herself down again. Pulling on the underwear and trousers she grinned broadly at herself in the mirror, feeling her confidence rise to meet the heat in her blood.
"And now... you are ready."
Pulling the pouch into her bag, she lifted it with ease and flicked the lock on the door. Opening it she came face to face with Anya.
"He waits for you, mistress." the girl slipped past Erzuli, nudging her out of the room and shutting the door, causing the Pure Blood to turn back, surprized for a moment.
"You are ready?"
Erzuli dropped her bag as Jarin's voice came from behind her. He caught it before it hit the floor and turned her around. He pushed her coat into her arms and touched her chin, turning her head from side to side, examining her carefully, before pulling back with a questioning look. Putting on the coat slowly she found herself unable to take her eyes away from him.
"Yes... the moon is close too. I can feel it."
"Good." he said gruffly, straightening her coat and ignoring her comment about the moon. "You'd better find a seat, we land very soon."
Jarin jestured for her to sit in his seat further up the plane, adjusting his position to let her through. Squeezing past the big wolf, she felt his breath on her neck, hot and all too male. As she sat down, she had to steady herself once more.
Some really great stuff...really looking forward to ERzuli's meeting with Natasha and seeing how Ryan reacts to the "new wolves" once he and Star reach the warehouse...
Soon, despite Stars lamentations, it did become apparent that they were closing on the city of Prague, in all its industrial elegance. The distant sound of a constant stream of vehicles pouring into and out of the city was painfully apparent, and the light, cloying stench of exhaust fumes pervaded even the dreadful stillness of the forest. And occasionally, Ryan or Star would catch a glimpse, between the bough of a tree or through the canopy, of distant sky scrapers, which were getting closer, fast. During the last hundred feet, there was even signs of human presence within the woodland, something that they had not encountered since they had left the village of Hluboká Dřevo behind them. Empty crisp packets, used condoms (There always are some lying around, aren't there? It ruins plenty a picturesque country walk with the knowledge that someone shares your belief that the view is spectacular, and decides to celebrate it with a significant other. It's shameful!) and other detritus left behind by the inevitable forays into the woodland by Pragues teenagers. Luckily for them, none were around, and Ryan, Star, and Casanova, passed through unnoticed, and unseen. As they broke through the vegetation, and into a sparsely populated area, Ryan burst into delighted laughter. Just across from them, on the other side of an overgrown car park, was a squat building that was all to familiar. The hotel. In fake jubilation, Ryan chased his tale for a moment, and fist punched the air. Star changed back in one fluid motion, and shook her head.
"Coincidence. This doesn't prove anything."
Ryan transformed too, and stood next to Star, a great smile across his face. "I call that Prophecy one, reason, nil."
Star knew she wasn't going to win an argument such as this, despite feeling strongly about it, and looked around for something to take her mind off the situation.
"Can you smell your pack then?" She said at last, looking back at Ryan who in response, nodded.
"I can just smell wolf."
"Ah, but each wolf does have a certain individual flourish to their scent. You just need to look for it. There's a wolf there which smells of oil and boot polish. That would be Harlow." Ryan smiled. "Glad to see he made it out of whatever firefight they got into."
"How can you smell such small traces from this distance?" Star asked incredulously.
"It's a knack, but it aint hard. All you do is you pinpoint the wolf, single them out, and focus on smelling them. Then all the little extra flavors that make them unique just become easy to spot. See, can you smell the faint traces of hair dye? That would be Holly. She's a real firecracker, I think you two will get along like a house aflame."
Star nodded slightly. Now she was trying, she could pick out faint elements in the air.
"And that one? The one that smells of gunmetal? That, is Lisa."
Ryan smiled again, relieved at the presence of his pack nearby.
"Full house!" he cried, and indicated for Star to follow.
"What about the other two?" She said, staying still. Ryans smile faded from his face, and was replaced with a frown.
"What... other two?"
"There's one that smells of weather beaten leather, and another of dried blood and tears."
Ryans face became serious. Deadly serious.
"C'mon. If there's other wolves about... they could be in trouble."
Star started to follow, still cradling Casanova, who was staring at his father with large amber orbs. "Who could be in trouble? Your pack?"
"No. The others." Ryan growled, as he began to transform...
OOC: All from me tonight. I will get another piece in very soon, but all the parts are set up for the confrontation. All I need now is an hour or so to tie it all together. Sorry once again to war and Nachos for making you wait :L I didn't think it would take as long as it had tonight, I guess my creative juices weren't flowing.
ghosty wrote:OOC: All from me tonight. I will get another piece in very soon, but all the parts are set up for the confrontation. All I need now is an hour or so to tie it all together. Sorry once again to war and Nachos for making you wait :L I didn't think it would take as long as it had tonight, I guess my creative juices weren't flowing.
Good stuff so far ghosty, I think the warehouse meeting will be interesting when it all comes together....
In the meantime, I have a Pure Blood Mistress to transport from the airport,a welcoming party to prepare....and...well...a few other write ups to do to further everything along....
... Brahg left the mansion along with Yin and Key, two hulking Grubrah twins who were each the size of sumo wrestlers , and a diminutive little she wolf named Shandi, who despite her size had more than proven herself as a lethal combatant.
They drove towards the private airstrip, not far from the mansion, in one of Natasha's jet black stretch limo's...Brahg leaning comfortably in the back his eyes scanning the countryside as it rolled passed...
Brahg had laughed as they departed the estate as two other stretch jobs had arrived...each carrying a half dozen " working girls" from the city...
" I see the evening meal is being delivered" he chuckled to Yin who smiled as he eyed the group of prostitutes and nodded.
" Yes" Yin said " and from what I hear they'll be over a dozen more arriving before night fall..."
Brahg smiled , this was truly going to be a manificent feast....during the past two cycles of the Blood Moon Natasha had had them round up drunkards and homeless, it had been some time since Brahg had enjoyed some more...delictable meats.
As the limo swung through the private gates and slowly made it's way to the pick up point, Brahg could see the small jet had already landed and it's passengers where just now disembarking ...
The limo halted near the plane and Brahg was out of the vehicle at once, walking quickly to where Jarin and a stuningly beautiful woman stood...
" Welcome Mistress" The tall wolf said with a slight bow to Erzuli " I am delighted to be at your service"
The woman eyed him and offered a small smile in return..
" And welcome home Jarin" Brahg said, a hint of distaste in his words " Or should I say Commander ...as that title is now yours after Lukos was slain by the traitor Musater"
Eezuli tilted her head, a slight look of puzzlement crossing her face..." Slain?...Traitors?.."
Jarin turned to the woman " Be not concerned..as I said...your protection is assured"
He gazed at Brahg " Commander will do fine..." the big wolf looked back towards the pane, where Anya stood watching the crew unload luggage...
" Have their belongings placed in the vehicle" Jarin said, taking Erzuli's arm and leading her towards the limo...
Brahg motioned for Yin and Key to get the luggage and followed Jarin and the Pure Blood..
" Her Majesty is most eager to greet you Mistress" Brahg said to Erzuli.." ...And I must say...I to am.."
Jarin cut him off " Brahg...see to the young one" he said indicating Anya.." Escort her to the vehicle.."
Brahg stared at Jarin, a look of anger on his face for a brief second before bowing..." As you wish commander.."
Erzuli watched as the tall wolf walked towards Anya and wondered if the young wolf would give him any problems...thankfully she didn't
She looked back and forth between Jarin and the wolf called Brahg...clearly there was no love loss between the two...but while Brahg was as tall as Jarin, Jarin was built like a line backer and made of solid muscle..the other wolf...Brahg,was tall, yes...but lanky, whipcord thin...she had no doubt Jarin could rip him in two if he chose to...
Still, there was something in the thin wolves eyes that exuded a power not to be trifled with...a dark cunning.
Erzuli sighed as she entered the limo...hoping the thin wolf cold be trusted...
Soon Anya and Brahg joined them inside the vehicle and they were underway...
Brahg smiled at the Pure Blood as he uncorked a bottle of whine and poured as glass...handing it to Erzuli then filling yet another for Jarin and finaly one for himself...
" To you Mistress" he said raising his glass " May you find our hospitality as magnificent as you are.."
He sipped at his wine...his eyes never leaving Erzuli..
@ Aurelia...Fell free to do any sort of RP concerning Erzuli's activities prior to landing/ or her thoughts during the encounter...and during the trip to the Mansion/ her arrival there.
ghosty wrote:OOC: All from me tonight. I will get another piece in very soon, but all the parts are set up for the confrontation. All I need now is an hour or so to tie it all together. Sorry once again to war and Nachos for making you wait :L I didn't think it would take as long as it had tonight, I guess my creative juices weren't flowing.
No problem, the part about the condoms will leave an elastic impression on me.
Just to let you know, I believe that we left it so that the warehouse is rectangle in shape with one main entrance with window panes over it. Andy is in a room to the back of the warehouse sleeping, Vegas is in one of the offices, and everyone else is talking in the main area.
...Nice one Warork...
Sorry Guys, but my Son just reminded me that I promised him a game of 
...Well...combat rolls are done..and as I expected things were extreamely brutal....write up coming soon.
Oh, that's never a good thing...
