Ok, I have the Purifiers closing in on Andy/Joker/Dez and Bjorn...
I have Ryan getting closer to the Mansion...
I have Jarin and Erzuli in the chamber of ages..searching...
Carl is heading for Dez...
Lilith is heading for Scarlet..
Caines Vampires are heading for the mansion...I belive Suzie is with them...
And Harlow and Musater and company are still in the woods..
FITZZ wrote: Ok, I have the Purifiers closing in on Andy/Joker/Dez and Bjorn...
I have Ryan getting closer to the Mansion...
I have Jarin and Erzuli in the chamber of ages..searching...
Carl is heading for Dez...
Lilith is heading for Scarlet..
Caines Vampires are heading for the mansion...I belive Suzie is with them...
And Harlow and Musater and company are still in the woods..
...Am I missing anyone?
Not that I can tell although I have no clue where Ghosty sent Star and he apparently wants Holly to stay with Harlow as he didn't take her either...
FITZZ wrote:..Holly is very capable of holding her own in a fight, though I do suppose you should discuss the whole logistics of running Holly with ghosty..
Oh I am quite aware of that fact, Natasha's goons better be watchin their wolfhood!
FITZZ wrote:..Holly is very capable of holding her own in a fight, though I do suppose you should discuss the whole logistics of running Holly with ghosty..
Oh I am quite aware of that fact, Natasha's goons better be watchin their wolfhood!
...Ah...but given Natasha's "taste"...what makes you believe that the Black Claw Guard are Male...?
FITZZ wrote:..Holly is very capable of holding her own in a fight, though I do suppose you should discuss the whole logistics of running Holly with ghosty..
Oh I am quite aware of that fact, Natasha's goons better be watchin their wolfhood!
...Ah...but given Natasha's "taste"...what makes you believe that the Black Claw Guard are Male...?
...
(Yes! I finally found a use for the new orkmoticon!)
FITZZ wrote:..Holly is very capable of holding her own in a fight, though I do suppose you should discuss the whole logistics of running Holly with ghosty..
Oh I am quite aware of that fact, Natasha's goons better be watchin their wolfhood!
...Ah...but given Natasha's "taste"...what makes you believe that the Black Claw Guard are Male...?
...
(Yes! I finally found a use for the new orkmoticon!)
... Glad I could facilitate it's usage ...
Well, I'm calling it a night....let's keep them RP's coming...lots of ideas are wanting to burst forth from my cranium and carry this RP into it's glorious Climax...so waiting to see what you guys come up with...
Joker waits with baited breath for the purifiers to arrive.
ps I've been wondering increasingly more what everyone looks like on this thread. It weirded me out when Mordo told me Fitzz indeed wasn't an obese clown.
What I imagine everyone looks like in real life based off their posts.
Fitzz- I feel like you look like a biker. A really skinny biker with dread locks.
Nachos- 30 years old or around there, brown hair, a bit on the tall side. I'm pretty much imagining you like I imagine Andy, give or take a few hands.
Shas- British looking, very British looking.
Warork- I can't help but imagine you have the greatest beard of all time.
Morathi- Black hair, very skinny, sorta like you would imagine a female Jack Skellington.
Ineptus - 18 maybe, really short, like a gremlin. Glow sticks as accessories every day. Crack, lots of crack.
I know Mordo and Beserk so no notions there. When I don't know what people look like my mind makes a lot of freaky personas.
darksage wrote: Ineptus - 18 maybe, really short, like a gremlin. Glow sticks as accessories every day. Crack, lots of crack.
well...I used to be short, now I am at a decent hight, yet to hit 18 though, glow sticks? well, they are fun...but not really an 'Acessory' of mine,
you could say I am paranoid out of my skull by things that have absolutely no meaning, like a dark spot by the stairs at night...whatever horror I have recently discovered, via mentle images or TV I imagine to lurk their...thanks a lot mordo, there was a zombie bodak alien there for a week, now it's just a zombie/clown (FITZZ anybody?)
I am terrified of spiders (KILLEMALL!)
and...crack? Where would you get that Idea?
wow...I just had a really weird dream...it involved prominent dakka RPers in a fantasy land...opening a hotel...strange.
FITZZ wrote: Caines Vampires are heading for the mansion...I belive Suzie is with them... ?
So is juli and Isaac.
EDIT: Finally back from a third holiday, been really tired out all summer so no RP just yet. good to hear you are Ok Fitzz, And we should package this off a a book/film with an appendix of all of halos' funny posts.
darksage wrote:Nachos- 30 years old or around there, brown hair, a bit on the tall side. I'm pretty much imagining you like I imagine Andy, give or take a few hands.
Close, but I have pink highlights and wear assless chaps everywhere I go. Just joking of course, but that almost matched me minus 9 years from age. As far as how Aurelia looks, I already think that she's secretly the queen on England or at least that Princess Kate they have now. Of course I think that would make Morathi Prince William, if I get their relationship correctly.
darksage wrote:Joker waits with baited breath for the purifiers to arrive.
ps I've been wondering increasingly more what everyone looks like on this thread. It weirded me out when Mordo told me Fitzz indeed wasn't an obese clown.
What I imagine everyone looks like in real life based off their posts.
Fitzz- I feel like you look like a biker. A really skinny biker with dread locks.
Nachos- 30 years old or around there, brown hair, a bit on the tall side. I'm pretty much imagining you like I imagine Andy, give or take a few hands.
Shas- British looking, very British looking.
Warork- I can't help but imagine you have the greatest beard of all time.
Morathi- Black hair, very skinny, sorta like you would imagine a female Jack Skellington.
Ineptus - 18 maybe, really short, like a gremlin. Glow sticks as accessories every day. Crack, lots of crack.
I know Mordo and Beserk so no notions there. When I don't know what people look like my mind makes a lot of freaky personas.
Warork is 17, FITZZ looks like this:
Spoiler:
That's an actual photo of FITZZ. He's dead sexy, mind you.
he, I found out a couple years ago that it's the skin tone mainly, I have been mistaken for Israeli, greek, hispanic, saudi, everything 'under the sun' Gettit?
Well darksage, as you can see by my picture ( thank you chowder)...no dreads ( though I did sport long dread/braids many years ago...had a mohawk for many years as well) and not "skinny"...6'4" 250lbs...but amusingly ..I could pass for a "biker" now...I have a LOT of tattoo's, favor black clothes and HD or Doc Marten boots and sport a leather jacket in winter...so...yup...that's me.
ineptus astartes wrote:sorry man, still think of you as an uncle sam clown
..Perfectly understandable...a lot of my "real life" friends say I remind them of the good Captain ...which is one of the reasons I use him as my avatar.
Aurelia- Thin, a bit on the pale side. Actually kinda like I might imagine a vampire go figure.
Hlaine- a little on the short side. Blonde, but not too blonde like Shas. Bat wings.
chowder-in your twenties I'd guess. darker hair. An eye patch. stout, made like a gnome.
Ghosty- Tall, not as awesome of a beard that I imagined warork having but still a beard. I actually imagine you being a werewolf and just going on this RP to get a laugh.
Though I might as well be 13 for what people think when they see me in public....True story...went to go see an R rated movie last year...got carded at the door and twice in the theatre by ushers...
While I certainly enjoy some casual picture showing and " what do you think so and so looks like"...can we please get back to the business of this RP...
"So... Mr Harlow... What do you have against Natasha?" Musater had gotten off the phone with his contact, and they were heading for the other group of wolves. Project Night Wolf would be arriving soon, so the party sat down and got to talking. Holly and Longar struck up a conversation about the different tastes of human flesh from around the world, and Musater felt awkward not talking to their generous hosts.
"She locked me up in a cage." Harlow was chomping on a squirrel, trying to get sustenance from a tiny animal. "What she do to ya?"
Musater leaned back and let out a breath of air. As he inhaled, he began sobbing like a small child. "She killed them all!" He went fetal as the two puzzled and the one saddened wolves looked over him.
"Musater, it'll be OK." Longar was sitting beside his son, stroking his hair as he stained the earth with his tears. "We can get revenge for them"
Musater stood up, still crying. "I don't want revenge! I want my family!" He walked off into the woods to try go gather himself.
"What the hell was that? What it something I did?" Harlow was trying to make sense of the situation. The polite, straight faced man before him had become a blithering crybaby in a matter of seconds.
"It wasn't your fault. Musater wants revenge for Natasha killing.. Well, Killing all his friends and loved ones. His sister's head was shipped to him from America, and his wife was killed in front of him. He's a tough man to go through it all. Not to mention a lot of his actions got them killed." Longar said this with a heavy heart. It pained him to know that his son's life was wrecked.
"gak, man. Will he be OK?" Holly asked, kneeling to get to Longar's level.
"I hope so. He's a fighter. Has been, always will be. 800 years has taught him a lot. It's only recently he's having to re-learn a lot of these things." Replied Longar.
"Wait, he's Eight hund-" Harlow was cut off mid sentence by the voice of Musater joining the conversation once more.
"Very sorry for that break in composure. Very unprofessional. Now, the equipment should be arriving soon, and we can go say hello to your 'friends'." Musater was adjusting the sleeves of his tattered suit.
"Equipment?" Longar was curious.
"Well, we're not going to assault her fortress unprepared, are we?" Musater was listening for the noise of a rumbling engine. "Ah. There it is."
The group looked in awe as the vehicle plowed into the forest, smashing down massive trees as if they were mere twigs.
"Gentlemen, Ladies: Project Nightwolf" Musater was ecstatic.
Project Nightwolf is an MRAP with silver weaponry. The image can be found in the spoiler.
My apologies but this reminds me so much of something that happened in one of my games, I had to adjust and repeat for FITZZ's pleasure.
Eagerly clapping at the sight of the vehicle, the small group pondered the use of such a marvellous piece of kit. Harlow grinned and then motioned to the trees, he had a bit of business to attend to, water the foliage to speak and slipped from view.
Within moments a small group of the Blackclaw Guard appeared, had they been waiting for Harlow to leave, no one could be sure as they looked mean. That Sunday morning after a long Saturday night kinda mean, all heavily muscular angry women standing at over six feet in height with a look of 'time for some munchies' in their eyes. They rushed forward, slathering with glee at the thought of a tasty snack, hair bursting out of places a gentleman dare not consider as they shifted forms. The brave group of Hunters where outnumbered three to one, before Harlow had gone for a leak.
Guns exploded into life, and bodies fell, but before they could breathe they where in deadly hand to hand combat, with the odds still two to one and there was little chance of survival.
In fact there was one chance, grasping the key of Project Nightwolf, Musater rushed towards the distant vehicle, ducking under the wild claw strikes of Natasha's infamous Guard, while lowering his weapon and launching projectile after projectile into the slavering crowd. Screams echoed about him as he rushed up to the vehicle with a grimace, pulling the door open he leapt up into the seat and slamming the door shut.
He grinned at two guard trying in vain to rip open the armoured shell, and gnashed their teeth with frustration smashing their bloody paws upon the front grill.
"Now for some fun gakkers!" he grinned slamming the key into the ignition and twisting to start.
The key cracked off in his hand, he hadn't noticed they little dink in it when they had been fawning over the vehicle.
"Defensive counter measures engaged!" a tech like female voice said within the dashboard.
"Defensive what?"
The door locks snapped shut and the glove compartment flicked open a clock timer with 00.05 on it. It clicked down to four. beep, beep.
"Oh shi..." Musater gasped turning and clasping both hands on the window.
Project Nightwolf exploded with a fiery conflagration that engulfed the surrounding forest with a screeching roar, dispatching all of the remaining BlackClaw guard, Holly and Longar. Bits of Project Nightwolf fell back to earth, bouncing off the ground aflame.
As the smoke cleared off the smouldering wreckage, Harlow appeared from behind the trees with a whistle and looked across the scene of utter devastation.
It is equipped with an M2 Browning Machine Gun (Limited Silver, more Lead), and has 3 M4 Assault Rifles, and 3 Barreta M9 Pistols. The silver weaponry is all in the rifles.
Oh, and the thing has a top hatch that can be ripped open, and the glass is bullet resistant.
WARORK93 wrote:-sighs- ...I am aware of the fact, why must you rain on my parade? Its about as close to a tank as we're getting in this RP...
Nice to keep a sense of realism in it then. Unlike, I dunno, 2 man crewed Abrams or what have you.
darksage wrote: Ghosty- Tall, not as awesome of a beard that I imagined warork having but still a beard. I actually imagine you being a werewolf and just going on this RP to get a laugh.
Well I am coming in at 6'4" and I do seem to be cursed with a permanent 4 o'clock shadow. As for the werewolf thing...ah, sorry to disappoint, but I'm actually a normal normal man, with a strange obsession with peroxide and my hair. Hence the nickname.
@ MDS... ...That was absolutely brilliant my friend...
@ Chowder....Project Nightwolf is fine with me... ....I expect massive amounts of carnage at the Mansion...so an armored vehicle will sort of "even" the odds for you guys...a bit.
ghosty wrote:I'm just sayin' that rp was like frankensteins monster. The concept was sound but the execution...
Alas, I hope Blood Moon doesn't go gown that route.
...
...Yeah, RZ&LWC was a great concept...but ...as you well know ..things did start to get a bit "silly"..
I'm hoping to keep Blood Moon " grounded" ( well as much as an RP about waring Vampire, Werewolf and Human factions can be), though I do have some rather ..." strange" ideas formulating for the next instalment..
Basicly I have no problem with Chowder calling in armored transport because his character is a deputy Mayor with lots of Police contacts...so it works...doesn't set off my " Ok..this is BS" meter.
so...many...RPGs...have degenerated into that, I was surprised as SoKs RP in that it went for 79 pages and did not degenerate into BS, considering the players...
it was actually a fun time, but I know that things like OP actually reduce the fun, so I am glad this is not over-the-top (I expected a black hawk or something)
FITZZ wrote: @ Ghosty....Yes, 2 man crewed Abrams Battle Tanks...a source of eternal discord in the world of Tombstone and the munchie bunch.
Hey, the first time I brought them out I said they were magical. That and I had an explanation from where they came from, I said that Halon and Company had headed over towards Fort Knox to get gold for the new world order. As a fun fact, the military has a tank crew training grounds near Fort Knox(part of the protection of the deposit too) so they made a quick stop, stole some manuals and learned to drive. Getting fuel would be difficult, but there are airports in most cities.
He gave us a whole year, and to tell the truth the tanks were a defense against a certain person with a ship sitting in the harbor.
FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...I know bro, I was just commenting on all the "friction" the "two man crew" caused.
@ Ineptus...I don't know when Darko will reboot RZ&LWC, we discussed it a while ago..but who knows.
....Anywho...still waiting on some RPs from some folk...like I said...I have a lot of write ups/ events just sitting on standby...
Yeah, there were some issues with it. Personally I think it would've been better if the Russians had never been introduced and kept it closer to a 'Walking Dead' kind of RP.
FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...I know bro, I was just commenting on all the "friction" the "two man crew" caused.
@ Ineptus...I don't know when Darko will reboot RZ&LWC, we discussed it a while ago..but who knows.
....Anywho...still waiting on some RPs from some folk...like I said...I have a lot of write ups/ events just sitting on standby...
Yeah, there were some issues with it. Personally I think it would've been better if the Russians had never been introduced and kept it closer to a 'Walking Dead' kind of RP.
Yup..I agree, but I were'nt driving the boat on that one... ...
I will say this much, if RZ&LWC doesn't rebbot...and after Blood Moon runs it's course...
I just may have to start a brand new zombie RP...but no time soon.
FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...I know bro, I was just commenting on all the "friction" the "two man crew" caused.
@ Ineptus...I don't know when Darko will reboot RZ&LWC, we discussed it a while ago..but who knows.
....Anywho...still waiting on some RPs from some folk...like I said...I have a lot of write ups/ events just sitting on standby...
Yeah, there were some issues with it. Personally I think it would've been better if the Russians had never been introduced and kept it closer to a 'Walking Dead' kind of RP.
Yup..I agree, but I were'nt driving the boat on that one... ...
I will say this much, if RZ&LWC doesn't rebbot...and after Blood Moon runs it's course...
I just may have to start a brand new zombie RP...but no time soon.
What..my russians? What the F*** did I miss out on!
FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...I know bro, I was just commenting on all the "friction" the "two man crew" caused.
@ Ineptus...I don't know when Darko will reboot RZ&LWC, we discussed it a while ago..but who knows.
....Anywho...still waiting on some RPs from some folk...like I said...I have a lot of write ups/ events just sitting on standby...
Yeah, there were some issues with it. Personally I think it would've been better if the Russians had never been introduced and kept it closer to a 'Walking Dead' kind of RP.
Yup..I agree, but I were'nt driving the boat on that one... ...
I will say this much, if RZ&LWC doesn't rebbot...and after Blood Moon runs it's course...
I just may have to start a brand new zombie RP...but no time soon.
What..my russians? What the F*** did I miss out on!
...No...not your Russians...we were discussing another RP that has been dormant for over half a year.
The group sat huddled in the center of the warehouse, a faint smell entered the air. Dez turned towards the warehouse doors and then looked at Andy who was doing the same.
"You smell that?" Dez asked.
"You bet, engines, and a lot of them." Andy nodded.
"Okay, let's go. Dez you bait them in, we'll wait for you outside of the warehouse near the water." Joker said as he snatched up the charge detonators. He looked at Bjorn and tilted his head towards the rear of the warehouse, telling him to leave.
"Good luck Dez." Andy said as he followed the others towards the back.
"Alright, I can do this." Dez said to himself as he took in a deep breath and waled towards the warehouse doors.
halonachos wrote:The group sat huddled in the center of the warehouse, a faint smell entered the air. Dez turned towards the warehouse doors and then looked at Andy who was doing the same.
"You smell that?" Dez asked.
"You bet, engines, and a lot of them." Andy nodded.
"Okay, let's go. Dez you bait them in, we'll wait for you outside of the warehouse near the water." Joker said as he snatched up the charge detonators. He looked at Bjorn and tilted his head towards the rear of the warehouse, telling him to leave.
"Good luck Dez." Andy said as he followed the others towards the back.
"Alright, I can do this." Dez said to himself as he took in a deep breath and waled towards the warehouse doors.
Praise the RP gods...this is what I've been waiting for...now, I will give Darksage,berserksteve and Kais a chance to toss in any RP's they want...VERY SOON...and then it's event time..
The Hunters discussed the situation for a bit and came to a conclusion. "I think after we blow the explosives we should get the jump on them. If they survive it won't be long before they come after us again and they won't underestimate us the next time. We have the element of surprise let's use it." Joker argued
"Say we don't take out enough in the explosion then what?" Andy began, "We need the weapons back at the warehouse if we're going to have any chance of surviving. I don't want to die and I'm pretty sure you don't either. I want to see me son again and I don't want to take any unnecessary risks that could endanger any of us. I don't like fighting these Hunters anyway, they remind me of myself." Andy finished.
"Also if anyone happens to walk by the sword I don't think it will be there much longer. Power like that calls out to everyone in one way or another." Bjorn stated.
"Well gak," Joker said sliding off the crate he was siting on, "I guess everyone is against me on this one. Alright Andy we'll do things your way. When we blow the warehouse to bits we'll leave while they are gaking their pants and confused to go get your weapons."
"After this is over I'm out of here." Dez stated "I still have the queen of she-wolfs to take on. I have an appointment to make and I don't think I'll be able to reschedule this one."
"Good, and you better hope I never see you again." Joker threatened, "Don't think I've forgotten."
Now..It's up to Kais and berserksteve if the want to add something...then the ball can start rolling...
...Ah, I'm getting excited already...let the carnage begin.
FITZZ wrote: Now..It's up to Kais and berserksteve if the want to add something...then the ball can start rolling...
...Ah, I'm getting excited already...let the carnage begin.
Well Fitzz we were concerned over your health and didn't want to have you stress out over the event. That's why we took so long, yeah that's exactly why it took so long. In other news I may be unable to RP for awhile, I have to see a plastic surgeon about my nose being too large.
FITZZ wrote: Now..It's up to Kais and berserksteve if the want to add something...then the ball can start rolling...
...Ah, I'm getting excited already...let the carnage begin.
Well Fitzz we were concerned over your health and didn't want to have you stress out over the event. That's why we took so long, yeah that's exactly why it took so long. In other news I may be unable to RP for awhile, I have to see a plastic surgeon about my nose being too large.
...Is that a cricket in your pocket or are you just happy to see me...
...I tell ya Nachos, I have been looking forward to this event for some time...it really is the catalyst for all the other domino's to start falling.
I just finished setting the domino's up though, dammit. Kids touching my domino's and wondering why I hit them with a flail...
I'm a bit out of my actual mind right now though. I was helping my dad varnish some wood in a not so very well circulated room, and let's just say that when he got back I thought that varnish smelt like black licorice. But in other words, I got $38.00 for 400 something odd pounds of scrap steel today, can't wait to turn in the aluminum and stainless steel I have.
Yeah, I grew up in New Orleans,,,which was the murder capital of the U.S for many years running..so I'm no stranger to people getting shot..
Plus I own 3 pistols and a shotgun...so my homes pretty secure...
..But, I've got kids...and if the Missus want's to move..well then...we move...so long as there's a Dunkin Donuts nearby I can live with it..
...Not that I can even have Dunkin donuts anymore...
darksage wrote:Sounds really dumb. Where does she want to move?
Just to a "nicer" neighborhood...and I understand her point, the area we live now isn't "bad"...but they do have some gang idiots that live around here...and that worry's me where my kids are concerned...at least when they get a bit older.
I can see that. Either they fall into a crowd like that or get bothered by them. I'm going to call it a night earlier than normal tonight. I don''t want to get into the habit of being nocturnal before school picks back up.
darksage wrote:I can see that. Either they fall into a crowd like that or get bothered by them. I'm going to call it a night earlier than normal tonight. I don''t want to get into the habit of being nocturnal before school picks back up.
Yeah, I'm falling out soon as well...
Event will be up and running tomorrow...great stuff everyone.
(Gak it, chowder's taking too long, need event NAOW...
Ah, but everybody's forgetting the wildcards here! *Looks at Joker* No, not those wildcards....)
Harlow looked in astonishment at the metal creature grinding its way toward the group. He vaguely heard Musater say something about "Project Nightwolf." The thing came to a stop with a whoosh of decompressing air and the four took in the sight beholdne to them...
It was huge, armored, Harlow had seen its like before but only on the battlefield and then in only a combat situation, oh yes, this thing would feth some gak up alright, especially with the chicken plated heavy machine gun it sported on the top. Harlow walked slowly to its flank and with a clenched fist knocked on its side, the small echo assuring him that the thing was armored against most small arms, he was also pretty sure it would handle minor explosives well...he began to chuckle and looked at Musater who looked pleased with himself.
"You sure do know how to deliver, haven't seen to many of these around before....looks custom." He said, stating the obvious, scanning the truck for all of its features.
"You...brought us a tank?" holly asked, awestruck by the monstrosity of armor. Musater chuckled slightly.
"Not quite a tank but then again its probably not far from one either. Unless the forces we'll be going against have a gak load of rocket launchers, they'll not stop this machine..." He said haughtily. Longar cracked a wild grin as well.
"Impressive, what we cannot conquer with stealth, we will conquer with brute force!" He shouted happily and laughed. The driver, a man who was armored in kevlar and a helmet and carried an SMG, departed the vehicle via its heavy door and approached Musater.
"Reporting as requested sir, the weapons and the equipment are in the back." he said sharply. Musater nodded.
"Good, load up and lets get moving, tonight, we will let our enemies know that hell hath no fury like a wolf scorned!" He said as he went to the back where Harlow was already investigating the vehicles interior, he could see that there would be plenty of rom for them all, including a couple of others, perfect for what he had in mind. In the back were set three matching sets of assault rifles, pistols, assorted lead and silver ammo, two grenades per rifle, one frag, the other filled with shards of silver, and four flak jackets, similar to the one that the driver wore. Harlow put one on, grabbed one of the rifles, the grenades and then handed a jacket and the pistol to Holly as he already had two of his own.
"Know how to use that?" He asked Holly. She looked at the M9 and felt its reassuring weight.
"First time for everything right? I'll learn fast." She assured him, Harlow turned to Musater.
"Still got their scent, I should sit up top so we can follow it." he said simply, Musater just nodded. Harlow jumped up the side of the metal beast and sat himself behind the handles of the .50 calibre M2 Browning Heavy machine gun. he deftly loaded the gun even though the last time he had used one had been in the 80's in Afghanistan...what a gak hole that had been...He took a deep breath of the air and looked around him...
"Hey Musater, there any important places East of us?"
There was a pause, Musater answered from below him, in the passneger side seat. "The docks are out there, why?"
"Scent's strongest from that direction, might be worth a check out." He said. Musater looked at the driver and nodded, and like that, they set out, the rumbling engine letting nothing stop their advance. As the beast's motor grumbled and its tires crunched the foilage around them on their way back into the city, Harlow could make out Musater saying something over the tumult.
"And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell..." He began.
"Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice..." Longar continued in his own booming voice, Harlow smiled, he'd read the line before and recited the verse with the two as they shouted.
"Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war!"
(After I got done writing this, I heard a coyote howling outside my window not too far away and looked out there to see if I could see him, I noticed its the full moon...was sorely tempted to open my window and yell "Shut it Andy, we all know how much you miss your hand!" )
Dez looked threateningly at Joker in reply. before answering menacingly..
"You have no idea what it feels like to be like this, do you? And it was all because Vegas and I were being used as bat to lure in Natasha and other wolves. Well, one of them got me, a girl, who was with Ryan earlier, and Vegas couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. And when they next see me, when I am helping you all out, I started massacring the ghouls, and Vegas comes along and shoots me with with her fething shotguns. Now, I don't care what the feth you think of me. I am just doing what I need to do to survive and get my father back. After all, now that Rachel's gone he is the only thing I have left. All this time I could have just ripped your throat out, but I have chosen not to. Now I am putting my life on the line, for you. But I am only doing it so Andy can get out and return to his son. He deserves that much at least. Now, excuse me, but I need to get ready," Dez says as he walks away, heading towards the warehouse.
He sits down on a dirty chair, and takes out his two Desert Eagles from his leather jacket's pockets. He checks they are loaded, before returning them.
He thinks about all of this. About Andy just trying to get back to his son, about Joker, hating him in revenge for his fallen comrade, and for himself, trying to survive, and desperately needing his father back.
And suddenly, at that thought, he caught a scent really close by him.
Dez walked out of the warehouse, and caught sight of his father. Carl was stumbling out of the street towards him. He looked up, and saw his son, and fell to his knees.
Dez rushed towards him, and knelt by him.
"Dad. Dad!" he said desperately.
"Dez..." Carl said groggily, his powers trying to heal his wounds, but it was a slow process, and left him feeling dreary, and in pain.
"Come on, Dad, I've got to get you inside."
But as soon as they reached the building where Joker and Andy where, rushing o get Carl in, out of Dez's arms, he heard something, with his fine tuned hearing that only being a werewolf could provide. A vehicle moving towards them, very close. And they would soon be upon them.
"They're coming," Dez said quietly. "Look after him, I'm going to do my stuff."
Dez walked by the warehouse, and, just outside it, let out a menacing roar, as he began to transform into the great, terrifying beast which laid wait.
OOC: I'll get the post up after my breakfast. Just to clarify, both Ryan and Holly are miserable shots with guns; neither have had any sort of learning for them, and especially for Ryan who grew up in a culture where guns aren't as common, he can't generally do gak with them. Which in turn is why he and Holly generally jumped into combat at the slightest provocation.
... It was Brother Albert who saw the Beast first, even though Lord Purifier Marilus knew it was there...The Cross of Lords blazing in his hands...
" There my Lord" Brother Albert shouted, gesturing franticly towards the massive creature who stood near the entry way of a battered warehouse not twenty yards away...
Marilus turned quickly, his dark eyes locking with hell spawns own fierce orbs...a small smile spreading over his rugged features as the beast threw back it's wooly head and roared it's unearthly howl...
" Abomination.." Marilus whispered , his voice a choked hiss.." Blasphemy incarnate...you shall be cleansed..by my Lord I swear it."
The Lord Purifiers voice rose to a roar as the beast slipped through the warehouse entrance..." We have found our prey Brothers!!!" Marilus lifted the now radiant Cross over head " Now we move as the hand of the Lord!!!"
" Cleanse the Unholy!!...Purify the Unclean!!" shouted the gathered Brothers as the hefted their weapons and followed the Lord Purifier into the structure...eager to slay the hell spawns they knew must be within.
Inside the interior of the delapedated warehouse the Purifiers were greeted by an eerie silence and inky blackness illuminated only by the glow of Marilus Cross...
" Lights Brothers" the Lord Purifier whispered as he scanned the murky insides of the structure...his every sense alert and ready..
Several tactical lights blazed into the darkness, sweeping the area with their bright beams of light...searching...hunting for any sign of their targets..
" I see nothing my Lord" Brother Carlos whispered from nearby, his weapons light sweeping the far corners of the warehouse...
" Paitence Brother" Marilus said , his voice like broken glass..." The beast is near...I feel him.."
" Stay close Brothers.." Ramirez warned " I sense great danger...I.."
" There!!" shouted Brother Collins, firing wildly into the upper gantries of the warehouse...
" A rat!!..Just a rat..." Shouted Brother Albert.." Hold your fire!!"
" No..No.." Brother Collins protested " I saw the beast...I saw.."
" Silence Brothers!!" Ramirez growled..." I have him.."..slowly the Purifier raised his weapon...
In the distance...near the far wall...the Beast appeared...moving rapidly across the litter strewn floor.
" Take him Brother!! Kill the beast!!" shouted Brother Erin, his voice rising ...
Ramirez sighted...then froze..his eyes widening as he heard a small series of electronic beeps above him..
" Get out!!" Ramirez shouted.." Get out of here!!!"
Outside of the warehouse...a huge grin split Joker's face as he armed the explosives they'd planted earlier...
" Dez is still in there.." Andy said, glancing towards the other Hunter...
Joker nodded, his smile growing.." I know." he replied as his finger moved towards the trigger on his remote detonator.
ghosty wrote:OOC: I'll get the post up after my breakfast. Just to clarify, both Ryan and Holly are miserable shots with guns; neither have had any sort of learning for them, and especially for Ryan who grew up in a culture where guns aren't as common, he can't generally do gak with them. Which in turn is why he and Holly generally jumped into combat at the slightest provocation.
Alright amigos I'm off to eat toast!
That's why I gave her a pistol and kept the big guns for the guys who know how to use them...its just broadening our options a bit...
Chowderhead wrote:
WARORK93 wrote:(Gak it, chowder's taking too long, need event NAOW...
It's called Sleep. I need it to live.
Don't worry Chowder, we all have our weaknesses...
Would one of those PMs come from me/chowder, or are we considered too far awayfor the event to affect us? I mean, we are "headed there" but I just dont know...
Would one of those PMs come from me/chowder, or are we considered too far awayfor the event to affect us? I mean, we are "headed there" but I just dont know...
Your probably a bit to far off to effect round one...but since you are headed towards them you and chowder will have some impact on the final outcome...I'd say wait until after I post the next part ( after I get everyones PMs) and then shoot me a PM based on what happens then.
Would one of those PMs come from me/chowder, or are we considered too far awayfor the event to affect us? I mean, we are "headed there" but I just dont know...
Your probably a bit to far off to effect round one...but since you are headed towards them you and chowder will have some impact on the final outcome...I'd say wait until after I post the next part ( after I get everyones PMs) and then shoot me a PM based on what happens then.
Go on Darksage, try and kill him. Afterall, if he's dead/mortally wounded, he'll not get a chance to savage Natasha. Andy will get another 'boss kill' and everyone can go home feeling like they achieved something.
ghosty wrote:Go on Darksage, try and kill him. Afterall, if he's dead/mortally wounded, he'll not get a chance to savage Natasha. Andy will get another 'boss kill' and everyone can go home feeling like they achieved something.
ghosty wrote:Go on Darksage, try and kill him. Afterall, if he's dead/mortally wounded, he'll not get a chance to savage Natasha. Andy will get another 'boss kill' and everyone can go home feeling like they achieved something.
Do it!
-shakes head-
Whos side are you on?!?
Ryan is clearly on the same side he's always been on...his own side.
Seriously. Don't push your luck Shas. Ryan has his own agendas, but it doesn't mean he can't put an upstart pup in his place if he was so inclined. You know, I don't trust these wolf hunters. You cant rely on them for anything. Are they a wolf, or are they a hunter? Are they going to join in a feeding frenzy, or put a bullet in your back?
The only wolf hunter I see is Andy, Dez does what he wants...
... and by the way, as I have said before, Dez is not a pup, he is a 19 year old werewolf, as he has always been a wolf, its just he has never known it...
... and in answer to your question Fitzz, yes I do like to live dangerously, as it is boring otherwise...
ghosty wrote:Seriously. Don't push your luck Shas. Ryan has his own agendas, but it doesn't mean he can't put an upstart pup in his place if he was so inclined. You know, I don't trust these wolf hunters. You cant rely on them for anything. Are they a wolf, or are they a hunter? Are they going to join in a feeding frenzy, or put a bullet in your back?
That's a big reason Natasha has such loathing for Carl...she see's him as a deranged wolf who lacks the ability to truly embrace the gifts of the beast and still clings to some " ideal" or "idea' that he is somehow a human...the ultimate traitor who turns his back on his own kind yet shows devotion to a species he isn't even a apart of.
Dez may have always had a wolf laying dormant within...but he is still very much a "pup" by Lycan standards...being that he has only actively been a wolf for 6 months...
Besides...what is 19 years compared to Natasha's thousand year existance?
FITZZ wrote:That's a big reason Natasha has such loathing for Carl...she see's him as a deranged wolf who lacks the ability to truly embrace the gifts of the beast and still clings to some " ideal" or "idea' that he is somehow a human...the ultimate traitor who turns his back on his own kind yet shows devotion to a species he isn't even a apart of.
FITZZ wrote:That's a big reason Natasha has such loathing for Carl...she see's him as a deranged wolf who lacks the ability to truly embrace the gifts of the beast and still clings to some " ideal" or "idea' that he is somehow a human...the ultimate traitor who turns his back on his own kind yet shows devotion to a species he isn't even a apart of.
Now where have I heard that before?
Spoiler:
Oh yeah...that's where...
...It's funny that you mentioned that Warork...when I was writing some of the dilouge between Natasha and Carl I did think of Magneto lecturing the X-Men...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:If you have played MW2 you should know why...
... and because they are are actually quite powerful handguns...
I'm familar with Desert Eagles...I've shot several of them and I'll put my 1911 against them any day..
I don't really play video games...most of them are boring and repetitive (IMO)...
...And again..I still don't see how firearms make up for a thousand years of experiance in the arts of dealing out death ...
ineptus astartes wrote:I prefer the Colt New Service revolver, even though it is a century old...
I've fired a model 1909 once...pretty damn accurate firearm...but my preferance is the 1911...though I do own a Rossi .357 revolver I'm pretty fond of.
EDIT: Really want to stay on target with RP's today..so minimal chit chat please everyone..
Do either of you bother to read the posts above yours? You want this to go out in the way some of out other hopeful RPs have gone? With a mod lock? Please. Do. Not. Spam.
Rule of thumb: If you don't have anything useful to post, don't post it...
Thank you...
EDIT: not trying to sound like a jerk, really I'm not, I would die a little inside though if this thread got locked...
IC: Ryan took a few furtive steps forward, to better his view of the mansion. It was a vast sprawling building, with great sloping slate roofs that brooded darkly against the blackened sky. It squatted within a small dip in the wooded landscape, obviously to shelter it at least partially from the elements, but it did not prevent the houses parapets towering above the treeline. The building, and ancient affair, had been retrofitted with some newer additions by the current owner, that spoiled the otherwise picturesque view; a great steel link fence with jutting watch towers of iron loomed up around the perimeter of the building, with great floodlights illuminating the woodland for a hundred yards directly around the building. And glinting with the promise of instant death, great barreled cannons swung on their arcs, the trained eyes of the gunners surveying for threats from atop the towers. Ryan whistled in begrudging admiration. Back with the other wolves, they had talked about the defenses, but seeing them clearly, and from such a close proximity, it redefined his belief of how suicidal the attack would be. He knew he would have to be careful, very careful, not to get sighted by one of the turrets in the towers, as he didn't fancy his chances, werewolf or no, against such a high caliber weaponry. And so he stood there for several minutes, trying to work out the best way he could get close enough without being spotted. But it seemed hopeless, Ryan knew it, and so only one other option seemed open to him. With a great shrug, Ryan moved off. The great weight on his back made the descent down the sloping hills toward the mansion laborious, and twice he stopped to rearrange how he held the stag, to push it's great head out of the way, it's head limp and its antlers snagging on branches during the distance he traveled. Eventually however, after much cursing and several times stopping to consider whether or not the gift would be so greatly received without a head, Ryan broke out onto the track leading to the mansion. He was out in the open, and could easily be seen from a mile off. They would know he was coming, and hopefully, it would make them less inclined to believe he was an infiltrator, and more of a man bearing gifts. However, whilst the plan seemed to work on paper, walking down the road toward the mansion, grimly aware of the number of guns pointed at him, and the number of wolves snarling at the gates, made him doubt how smart he'd been. The final ten meters were the hardest. By this point, several of the great flood lights had been pinpointed down on him, meaning he was lit up like a Christmas tree, and ensuring every gunner could get a nice clean shot off at him. The front gates had been drawn closed, and fifteen guards had drawn up in front, holding all manner of sub machine guns. Ryan paused only for a heartbeat, before he carried on his slow walk up to the gates.
"Halt." Snarled one of the soldiers at the front, clearly a Lycaelon, judging from the noble, self assured look of the man. He was front and center of the guards, and his uniform, whilst similarly clothed to his troops, was complimented by a thick grey-brown fur half cloak thrown casually over his torso. Ryan instantly felt animosity toward him, and stifled an urge to growl. the leader seemed to weigh up what he was looking at, and then, with a dismissive sneer, gestured at him. "Who do you think you are... walking up to the Queens mansion?"
The Lycaelon knew a wolf when he sensed one, Ryan gave him at least that credit, but he hadn't expected to be ridiculed.
"I have business with your Queen, bootlick. Piss off now fella and let me pass." Ryan returned, shifting the weight of the Stag on his shoulders. One of the antlers was digging painfully into his side. In consensus to his reply, there was an audible click of fifteen machine guns being cocked. The Lycaelon had gone red however, obviously taking a slight to his pride very personal. The flushed wolf snarled, bearing his fangs, but he didn't change. Apparently he believed he was above it. He threw back his cloak instead, and revealed the hilt of a blade, a blade which he drew, silvery in the moonlight.
"I am going to wear your pelt." The Lycaelon snarled, as he advanced forward, sword in hand. Things get out of hand quickly, Ryan reflected, as he threw back his head, and let out a long, mournful howl...
The captain of the guard found himself no longer staring at the man, but instead the wolf. It was huge, like a huge bear, easily dwarfing the Lycaelon. He gulped, but, not daring to let something besmirch his honour, he did not back down, instead he kept his advance.
Ryan hefted the limp deer in one hand, and looked at it with thought. The plan formulated in his mind, Ryan casually rocked on the balls of his feet before with a sudden burst of energy, he threw the carcass at the grunt with delusions of grandeur. It hit the man straight across the body, and took him clean off his feet. Ryan grinned wolfishly, and padded over to his opponent, to the tittering of the watching guards. They had found the turn of events amusing apparently, and Ryan could use their mutual solidarity to his advantage. The Lycaelon was struggling to lift the Stag from his body, to try and free up his sword arm at the very least. But Ryans crushing weight pinned him down, and it was all he could do to look up at the gaping maw above him...
"Wait!" Came a commanding call, and Ryan turned his head to look.
OOC: Leaving the rest up to you Fitzzy. Sorry if the Deer has been tenderized a bit.
Jeff watched as god moved the little figurines around the board, they looked just like the people in prague, STRANGE thought Jeff, god scratched his head and drank deeply from a large soda can, "Hmm," said God, "I think harlow will be the gunner" walking past God's table, jeff noticed that God's computer was on, glancing at it, he saw that God had logged into a site known as 'Dakka Dakka' as 'FITZZ'
Jeff did not pay much attention to this detail, and instead, he went to the 'Bar Where Thy Cup Runneth Over'
Erzuli's nails dug into the table the ancient tome sat upon as she felt her body try to shift in anger. Her hip ached all the more with the strain of keeping her temper down. The words were difficult to read; it was hard to take in the full extent of their implication. Rubbing her scars, she tried to concentrate on calm and traced a finger over an illustration on the page in front of her. Some of the symbols were vaguely familiar, infact somewhat similar to what she'd learned on her travels. It would take time to decifer them of course but the Pure Blood felt this was important. Grabbing another tome, she began to flick through the pages, looking from book to book, trying to find any similarities.
"What have you found?"
She heard Jarin's voice, felt his touch on her shoulder but gave no sign she had done so; what was in front of her was too important to respond. It was a few moments before she even let herself breathe. Spread in front of her were two pages of the two books, written in completely different eras but with eerily similar iconography. Running her fingers across both pages, Erzuli shook her head in disbelief. Jarin gazed down at the tomes and his eyes widened. He grasped her shoulder tighter.
Already on edge, Anya felt her Mistress tense completely and moved up beside her, carefully peeking at the books that were seeming to cause Erzuli so much distress. As she looked, the young wolf felt compelled to touch the books. Reaching in she hesitantly ran a finger along the centre of the book closest to her.
"Don't..." Erzuli began, grabbing the girl's wrist tightly; then she felt the rush of power within her 'daughter'.
Jarin watched as the light ran down Anya's hand and seemingly into the book she touched. After a few long moments he realised neither she-wolf was even breathing. The light started to echo out from the scars on the Pure Blood's hands and as he touched her face she began to grow cold. Grasping her face he tried to get a response from her but her eyes had begun to glow the same pale blue as her scars, Anya's were the same; both seemed just to be endlessly staring into the pages of the books before them. Calling out Erzuli's name he tried to pull their hands from the book but even his great strength could not move them.
The flash of light across her eyes dissipated and she felt Anya beside her, or was it, around her? The Pure Blood's answer came as a blue ghostial wolf swirled around her with a half-crazed grin on its face. It clung onto her arm with smoky tendrils and started to pull her towards a wall. She realised she was in a cavern and the only, dull green light came from the symbols torn into the huge obsidian wall in front of her; the same that had been written in the books. Stopping in front of the wall, Erzuli ran her fully Lycan hand over the eerily smooth surface: she had changed without even realising it. Her claws caught in one symbol, a claw struck spiral with waves beneath it, her head began to spin anew as the wall vanished and ahead of her she caught sight of something else.
A massive, powerfully built wolf fought shadows she could only describe as 'hellish' while roaring a cry of vengance. She knew in an instant this wolf was important, but who, when or even he/she this image was escaped her. Could this be the Great Wolf, or was it someone close to them: she roared out in her own frustration and strained to get closer but found her claws caught. The wall had not vanished entirely it seemed. For a moment the wolf turned and she could see the eyes... one red, glowing with anger and one a pure, brilliant green. A flash of white exploded across the image and Anya's ghostly howl of pain hit her, bringing excruciating agony to her own body.
Jarin caught them both as they fell: the light had continued, as had the cold that began to envelop them and began again to try and pull them away from the book. After a few frantic minutes of trying he had heard a tear coming from the book and they had fallen back into him with more force than he expected, leaving them all sprawled on the floor.
Anya was the first of the two she-wolves to wake. With a screech of pain, she grasped her hand and shuddered at the sight of the burnt flesh upon her palm and running up her arm in lines which followed her veins. She moved off the huge wolf and crawled a few feet away from him, shaking as her body began to heal. The skin turned back to its normal colour but scars were left as raised marks of her experience. Jarin looked down at Erzuli in his arms, she was still not breathing. He laid her down on the floor, shaking as he checked her pulse. She exhaled and sat bolt upright, causing him to move back lest she hit him. Turning to him, she blinked a few times and smiled briefly, touching his face. He noticed the smoldering marks on her arm where Anya had held her. He wasn't sure if the tone in her voice as she spoke was pain or anger at what had happened.
You and Warork will have no effect on the first half of the event, and I'm still waiting on some PMs...so chill your nips. ...I will have a few write ups posted soon concerning goings on at the Mansion..
... Ivan had been watching his moniter closely since the alert signal had gone off, he watched as a savage looking man had approached the compound gate carrying a huge deer slung over his broad shoulders..
The big wolf peered intently at the screen and then quickly to a stack of photographs piled on his desk...
" You have got to be gaking me.." Ivan muttered in astonishment as he leapt to his feet and dashed from his office, sprinting out across the sprawling lawn of the mansion towards the main gates...
He arrived just in time to see the stag sail through the air and take a wolf named Karos off his feet...followed by the howling charge of the much sought after wolf..
Guards brought weapons to bear on the massive beast...preparing to fire when Ivan shouted staying their hand...
" Wait!!" the big wolf shouted, watching as the massive beast on top of Karos turned in his direction...
Ivan raised a hand " Lower your weapons!!" he shouted " All of you..."
The guards looked about, somewhat confused...but reluctantly did as they'd been ordered...
Ivan cautiously took a step forward, addressing the snarling giant perched dangerously over the gate Captain..
" I know who you are" Ivan said in the tongue of the wolf " and I gaurante no harm will come to you..."
Ryan snarled at the big wolfs approach, his posture never changing...
" Ryan O'Brian...Much sought by my Queen" Ivan continued..." On my Honor...I vow you will be safe if you release this...idiot under your claw"
Ryan paused, his eyes thoughtful for a moment...then he stood allowing Karos to scuttle from underneath his powerful frame...
" My Queen has sought audiance with you for some time now" Ivan said lowering his hands...
Ryan slowly transformed back to his human form and stared at the big wolf in front of him..
" Your Queen has my Son..I too seek an...audiance with her" Ryan said, a hint of anger n his voice..
Ivan paused, then nodded " It is clear that you didn't simply stroll up to our walls looking for a fight.." his eyes fell to the twisted Stag on the ground..
Ryan chuckled lightly..." a gift for your Queen" he said with a crooked smile.
Ivan laughed a bit at this but again nodded and turned to two of the Guards.." You will bring the stag to the kitchen..." he then turned to Ryan " If you will follow me...I will inform my Queen of your arrival.."
Ryan shrugged and walked along with the big wolf called Ivan as two guards struggled to lift the massive deer he'd carried to the gates..
Ivan noticed Ryan glancing about towards the gates and up at the Mansion proper.." You no doubt are surveying our fortifications.." Ivan said..
Ryan offered a slight nod of his head in reply..
" Precautions we must take..." Ivan sighed.." Many would slay My Queen if they had but the chance...your Son as well."
" Yeah" Ryan said " I've no doubt Natasha has made some enemies.."
Ivan turned and faced Ryan, his face grim..." They are not just the enemies of my Queen...they are the enemies of all of our kind" Ivan nodded " You have no idea of how precarious the existance of our kind is do you?" Ivan said " How many forces conspire against us...all of us...how easily we as a species could cease to exist.."
" I'm well aware of the Hunters" Ryan said " had a few run ins with them myself"
Ivan shook his head.." The Humans are a mere annoyance...capable on occasion of slaying some of our kind...but no real threat to us as a species.." the big wolf continued " No...it is the cursed Kindred we guard against...they who pose the true threat.."
" Vampires?" Ryan asked tilting his head...
" Indeed" Ivan said " they among all others are our greatest threat.."
The two wolves entered the Mansions main foyer...Ryan gaped at the stunning display of wealth around him...
Ivan chuckled, " We have over a dozen such homes throughout the world ...each one as ...lavish as the other...I'm sure you'll find the accomidations comfortable."
Ryan simply shook his head as they entered a huge dining hall..." When will I be able to speak with Natasha?" he asked..
" Soon" Ivan said offering Ryan a seat..." I shall inform her of your arrival at once...and I know she will be most eager to speak to you.."
Two scantily clad she wolves appeared through service doors, each pushing carts filled with meat and drink..
" In the meantime" Ivan said " please enjoy our hospitality...I will see the Queen arrives shortly.."
Before Ryan could say another word the big wolf was rushing from the room, leaving him sitting at the huge wooden table as the she-wolves placed platters of food and goblets of wine before him.
... " I need to see my sister" Erzuli said as Jarin gently cradled her, his face a mixture of worry and stunned amazement at what he'd witnessed
" Of course...at once..I..are" The huge wolf stammered " Erzuli...are you ok..?"
The Pure Blood sat upright, wincing at the pain that flared in her hip , she fixed Jarin with an intense gaze.." My sister...I must go to her now."
" Yes...Ok" Jarin said nodding as he helped Erzuli to stand...his concern growing for his Mistress.." But please...are you injured..do you.."
Erzuli raised a hand to his lips, stopping him in mid sentence..her eyes fixed on his..." I must see Natasha...now" she said raising on her toes to kiss the giant wolf...perhaps to ease his concerns..
A moment later Jarin was moving quickly along with the Pure Blood and Anya, who seemed dazed as well, but unharmed...
As the reached Natasha's chamber doors, Jarin turned to Erzuli once more, his voice low...again filled with concern " What happened.?..what did you...see..?"
Erzuli shook her head..her voice distant.." I'm not sure..." she said simply..." I'm not sure .."
Jarin nodded, accepting what she said and knocking upon the heavy doors of Natasha's Chamber...
A brief moment later Kerri appeared...her eyes locking briefly with Erzuli's
" Natasha...I would speak with her.." Erzuli said returning the consorts gaze..
" At once My Misstress" Kerri replied with a bow, stepping aside to allow the Pure Blood and the others entrance into the room.
Natasha was seated near a high picture window, her eyes turned up towards the glowing moon outside..
She rose and turned to face Erzuli, the bright moonlight illuminating her gorgeously muscled body..
Her ice blue eyes, normally fierce and filled with flame now appeared kind...almost gentle as she gazed at the Pure Blood...a small smile parted her lips and she ran her fingers through her jet black hair as she moved forward.
She stood before Erzuli, her eyes staring into those of the Pure Blood for a long moment before her arms enfolded her and she kissed her softly on the cheek...
" You have beheld omens of the future my sister" Natasha said softly " Ghost of things that will be...things that must be.."
Erzuli's lip quivered slightly as she spoke, her eyes threatening tears..." I don't know what I saw.." The Pure Blood whispered..
Natasha kissed her once again, stroking her cheek as she did..her eyes soft..loving..her voice trembling slightly as she spoke.." I shall tell you My Beloved sister...I shall tell you all that I know."
Ok, Things are setting up nicely..Aurelia & Ghosty...feel free to RP anything you'd like ( please PM me if need be)..
ghosty, as soon as Natasha finishes speaking with Erzuli she will be down to speak with you...in the meantime, RP as you like..
On the Purifier event, I have almost all the PMs in, and am quite anxious to see it moving...
As I said before this event will really be the first big " Boom!" in the beginning of a chain of events...
Things should start happening fast around here, hope everyone enjoys the ride..
FITZZ wrote: Ok, Things are setting up nicely..Aurelia & Ghosty...feel free to RP anything you'd like ( please PM me if need be)..
ghosty, as soon as Natasha finishes speaking with Erzuli she will be down to speak with you...in the meantime, RP as you like..
On the Purifier event, I have almost all the PMs in, and am quite anxious to see it moving...
As I said before this event will really be the first big " Boom!" in the beginning of a chain of events...
Things should start happening fast around here, hope everyone enjoys the ride..
I know I will be. I'm actually PMing you right now on an idea I had.
ineptus astartes wrote:How many days/hours/minutes (game time) since I 'died?' and I wonder what state of decay 'I' am in.
Not very long at all, Game time hasn't moved forward that much honestly..your character has only been dead for perhaps a day...though I'm fairly sure that various woodland critters have eaten his face by now..perhaps other tasty parts as well.
Chowderhead wrote:FITZZ, we really need to get this Opted for a movie or something. Maybe even a book, who knows. Point is, this is fething fantastic.
I agree Chowder...it would make a pretty good film...or better yet a series like HBO's True Blood...
And as far as it being fantastic...well I attribute that to all of you guys...
Oh, BTW...I'm setting Game Time @ around 1:00 Am..
The way I see it...
Full moon was up at aprox 7:00 PM.
Brakg and his wolves hit the Warehouse roughly around that time...
Feast at Natasha's began at roughly 8:00 PM...
Purifiers reached Warehouse around this times as well...
The remaining four hours if rough time elapsed in which everything else has taken place....
heck, I know a few filmmakers. They know some guys in the US. I suspect that somewhere along the line is a guy who does TV serials. next time I see them I might just see what I can do.
ineptus astartes wrote:heck, I know a few filmmakers. They know some guys in the US. I suspect that somewhere along the line is a guy who does TV serials. next time I see them I might just see what I can do.
I think a lot of things would need "polishing"...but I'm not adverse to people giving things a look...wait...let me just run go copyright everything real quick like though.
Well Ladies and Gents, still waiting on PMs..(which apparently wont be coming in tonight) so ...I'll do the rest of/ continue the Purifier event when I have them all...
Until then, everyone NOT involved in the event feel free to RP as always ..
Also like to take a quick second to say great RP's everybody...each one of you is really kicking some tail and making this RP great.
Actually there was a werewolf named Varro who killed one ghoul almost flipped a car and died. He wasn't very important to the story. So he killed one thing before he died.
I just got laugh at reading the ending off the last blood moon. Nachos said he was going to kill Dez and feel bad about it, if he helps me it will be something to that affect.
Come on darksage, man, the only people I count that Dez didn't make friends with are Vegas and Joker, even though Dez didn't personally kill his buddy...
... and Vegas because he retaliated when she tried to kill him...
Oh wait, your a hunter...you don't go for the teeth and claws thing.
(Shoot his face off and where his hide as a cloak)
Do it Darksage, for all the shenanigans he has pulled. I mean, think about it. Had he not turned Vegas, Andy wouldn't be a werewolf, she wouldn't be dead, the hunter faction would be still strong and you probably would still have all your bro npcs alive.
If Vegas hadn't attacked Dez he would still be on their side, and help them out which would most probably mean that Wendy would still be alive, and all the Hunters would be a nice big happy family...
...Why all the "Blame game"?...pfft, motive is incidental...and no one is innocent ...
...We could blame Vegas for Andy's situation due to the fact she didn't kill Dez back in Empire City when he first got bit...
Or we could Blame Dez for biting Vegas to get revenge...
....Or we could blame Mr and Mrs Bruss for having baby Andy in the first place...
...None of it really makes any difference anyway...if one person believes they have a reason to kill another...then in their mind ...they do...weather another see's it as "justified" or "fair"...or who's "fault" what is is entirely unimportant..
What matters is that...for what ever reason..person A thinks person B should cease to exist and is willing to make it happen.
You should set it durning the Indian wars! (wild west) I have been working on an RP set during that time but would much rather RP in it than GM, that would save me some trouble.
darksage wrote:I think Nachos. He hasn't posted in a tid bit. Probably caught up with real life shenanigans.
Ding Ding...
On the up side, if for some reason Nachos can't PM me today..I do have some PMs from him prior to the event that I can basicly use to suss out what he'd want to do...
Meh, speaking as a parent ...I have to honestly say I " ban" things all the time...
Mostly Video Games and Anime...
...With video games it's because I don't want my kids to just veg on the couch mashing buttons all day...so I limit how much they are allowed to play...
...and I dislike Anime...so I won' even pretend it's for their "own good"...I just dislike it.
“So, Musater, you’re 800 years old?” Harlow was loading the lead 50 caliber bullets into his M2. The remote controlled turret would make sure that everyone could fire, and be safely inside the vehicle.
“Give or take half a century. Why do you ask?” Musater was driving towards the docks, gunning it over the 5th street bridge, the main drag in Old Town.
“What have you been doing for 800 years?” Harlow took a test shot at a raccoon. It exploded in a grizzly firework of blood and bone.
“Taking down Rogue Elements.”
“Rogue Elements?”
“When a Lycan or a Kindred attempts to reveal our society, me and Musatei were sent it to terminate the threat.”
“So, you were assassins? Who did you kill?” Harlow loaded a lead clip into a 9mm pistol.
“We were sent in to take down the highest of high profile. I had to have all of King Henry the 8th’s wives beheaded, as they were Vampyre agents trying to convert him.”
“Holy gak.”
“That was the easiest job. The hardest ones require both me and Musatei. She’s the sniper, and I’m the tactician. We figured this one out by accident. I never was a good shot, and she handed me a pistol and told me to kill Franz Ferdinand’s wife. The bullet traveled to far, and killed Mr. Ferdinand as well. Sadly to say, this act was blamed on The Black Hand, and the chain of events started to begin World War One.”
“So, what you’re saying is, you are responsible for everyone who died in the Great War?” Harlow was shocked to hear Musater’s horror stories.
“No. Mrs. Ferdinand is. If she wasn’t so small, I would have just killed her!” Musater chuckled.
This was no laughing matter for Harlow however. He swallowed his emotions, for now. He had lost many friends in WWI.
...I do enjoy your history rewrites Chowder...seems Musater and Musatie did get up to the dickens throughout the ages...
Though IIRC in the first Blood Moon Musatei was supposed to be 200 years old...of course I may be remembering incorrectly....also, I'm still very interested in how you'll explain Musatei becoming an agent of Natasha's...
FITZZ wrote: ...I do enjoy your history rewrites Chowder...seems Musater and Musatie did get up to the dickens throughout the ages...
Though IIRC in the first Blood Moon Musatei was supposed to be 200 years old...of course I may be remembering incorrectly....also, I'm still very interested in how you'll explain Musatei becoming an agent of Natasha's...
That's easy. Musatei's an idiot. She never watched the news, and had no idea of what Natasha was doing.
FITZZ wrote: ...I do enjoy your history rewrites Chowder...seems Musater and Musatie did get up to the dickens throughout the ages...
Though IIRC in the first Blood Moon Musatei was supposed to be 200 years old...of course I may be remembering incorrectly....also, I'm still very interested in how you'll explain Musatei becoming an agent of Natasha's...
That's easy. Musatei's an idiot. She never watched the news, and had no idea of what Natasha was doing.
...Hmm, Perhaps...just perhaps she was very much aware of what Natasha was doing...really doing...which honestly...very few of you guys know as I've not revealed all of it yet...
EDIT: ...Or maybe she just thought Natasha was hawt... and decided to play follow the leader.
I can also give you a few quick notes on how I do Assassination posts:
1. They are real. All facts are real. The Concentration Camp? That was real, along with it's death toll.
2. I try to make them work. Henry the 8th had his wives killed? Naw! It was his assistant who was subliminally telling him to do it. Someone saw a person on the Grassy Knoll? Musatei was there with a rifle! Marylyn Manson killed herself a year before JFK was assassinated. There also may have been a love affair. Was it a love affair, or was JFK a Dhampyre to Manson?
3. They are famous and have controversy around them. The death of Franz Ferdinand was the spark that lit the fure for WWI. Everyone knows of Vlad the Impaler, and how he may have been a vampyre.
FITZZ wrote: ...I do enjoy your history rewrites Chowder...seems Musater and Musatie did get up to the dickens throughout the ages...
Though IIRC in the first Blood Moon Musatei was supposed to be 200 years old...of course I may be remembering incorrectly....also, I'm still very interested in how you'll explain Musatei becoming an agent of Natasha's...
That's easy. Musatei's an idiot. She never watched the news, and had no idea of what Natasha was doing.
...Hmm, Perhaps...just perhaps she was very much aware of what Natasha was doing...really doing...which honestly...very few of you guys know as I've not revealed all of it yet...
She may have, and went along with it. Remember, Musatei only worked with the scum of the earth, and she could have thought all of humanity was like that. So there is a possibility that Musatei went along with Natasha.
Chowderhead wrote:I can also give you a few quick notes on how I do Assassination posts:
1. They are real. All facts are real. The Concentration Camp? That was real, along with it's death toll.
2. I try to make them work. Henry the 8th had his wives killed? Naw! It was his assistant who was subliminally telling him to do it. Someone saw a person on the Grassy Knoll? Musatei was there with a rifle! Marylyn Manson killed herself a year before JFK was assassinated. There also may have been a love affair. Was it a love affair, or was JFK a Dhampyre to Manson?
3. They are famous and have controversy around them. The death of Franz Ferdinand was the spark that lit the fure for WWI. Everyone knows of Vlad the Impaler, and how he may have been a vampyre.
Marylyn Manson had a love affair with JFK?...hmm...that's news to me.
...Yeah, I understand the process your using to instal Musater and Musatie into these historical situations...and I approve.
FITZZ wrote: ...I do enjoy your history rewrites Chowder...seems Musater and Musatie did get up to the dickens throughout the ages...
Though IIRC in the first Blood Moon Musatei was supposed to be 200 years old...of course I may be remembering incorrectly....also, I'm still very interested in how you'll explain Musatei becoming an agent of Natasha's...
No, Pablo, her little Aztec buddy was 200.
Chowderhead wrote:Alright FITZZ, seeing as how you do great RPs, and you are now the GM, I'll bite.
Player: Chowderhead Character: Musatei "Jenny" Movila Race/affiliation: Werewolf Physical Description: Petit, striking features, blush cheeks, Brown hair/blond Higlights Equipment: Guitar, modified guitar case, slim jims, sledgehammer (Kept in modified guitar case) Backstory: Musatei was bitten by a man in the woods at the age of 19 in 1398, in a small hamlet in Transylvania. Going out for wood, she wandered into the woods. Coming out 3 weeks later, she began acting strangely. She left at night, came back tired, shaking, and her clothes were ripped. She was called a witch, and was cast out of the village. She now wanders the world, working odd jobs, and using her beauty to get men to follow her back to her place. Unfortunately, there is only one fate for such men... Location/resources: Mainly in Empire City, but has a safehouse in the countrym a reminder of her homeland. Vehicle: Dead men's cars Other info: Jenny is her "Street" name. Only her close friends call her by her true name.
Chowderhead wrote:I can also give you a few quick notes on how I do Assassination posts:
1. They are real. All facts are real. The Concentration Camp? That was real, along with it's death toll.
2. I try to make them work. Henry the 8th had his wives killed? Naw! It was his assistant who was subliminally telling him to do it. Someone saw a person on the Grassy Knoll? Musatei was there with a rifle! Marylyn Manson killed herself a year before JFK was assassinated. There also may have been a love affair. Was it a love affair, or was JFK a Dhampyre to Manson?
3. They are famous and have controversy around them. The death of Franz Ferdinand was the spark that lit the fure for WWI. Everyone knows of Vlad the Impaler, and how he may have been a vampyre.
Marylyn Manson had a love affair with JFK?...hmm...that's news to me.
...Yeah, I understand the process your using to instal Musater and Musatie into these historical situations...and I approve.
Many theories, including murder, circulated about the circumstances of her death and the timeline after the body was found. Some conspiracy theories involved John and Robert Kennedy, while other theories suggested CIA or Mafia complicity. It was reported that the last person Monroe called was the President
She is alleged to have had affairs with both John and Robert Kennedy.
Many theories, including murder, circulated about the circumstances of her death and the timeline after the body was found. Some conspiracy theories involved John and Robert Kennedy, while other theories suggested CIA or Mafia complicity. It was reported that the last person Monroe called was the President
She is alleged to have had affairs with both John and Robert Kennedy.
Very familar with the Monroe "mystery"...
Remember, I've been a Misfit fan since before you were born...
In fact the Misfits wrote a few songs concerning the Kennedy/Monroe deaths...
FITZZ wrote:
...Hmm, Perhaps...just perhaps she was very much aware of what Natasha was doing...really doing...which honestly...very few of you guys know as I've not revealed all of it yet...
It has to do with the prophecy right? Its going to be interesting to see everyone's reaction when the final reveal about that comes in...
Will everyone be like "Oooooh, that's what you were trying to do...That's cool."
Or will they just think she's taken the "Out of your fething mind" scale to 11?
FITZZ wrote:
...Hmm, Perhaps...just perhaps she was very much aware of what Natasha was doing...really doing...which honestly...very few of you guys know as I've not revealed all of it yet...
It has to do with the prophecy right? Its going to be interesting to see everyone's reaction when the final reveal about that comes in...
Will everyone be like "Oooooh, that's what you were trying to do...That's cool."
Or will they just think she's taken the "Out of your fething mind" scale to 11?
Gah, stop teasing me, I must know!
...Yes ...it has to do with the prophecy.. ..
But as far as how you guys will react to the further reveals...???..
...Let's just say that in Natasha's world...everything makes sense.
A whole horde of them running round giggling and pushing us all towards our deaths!
Ahem.... backIC...
Looking into the Natasha's eyes was more diconcerting and puzzling than Erzuli had expected. Gone was the psychotic, power-mad, narcissistic Queen to be replaced by a concerned, loving and affectionate 'sister'. Either she was going mad herself, the Pure Blood mused or Natasha was the very epitome of what over a thousand years of life could do to a personality: complex and conflicting. The Mgral found herself resigned to the acceptance that was being offered. The weakness of it infuriated her but what she had read, had seen... she could never even consider ignoring. With a sigh that came across as far too 'girlish' for her own liking, she leant her head on the Queen's shoulder.
"I saw a vision of a wolf, one with a power greater than any I have seen before, with eyes of red and green. I do not know if this is the Great Wolf or another... things I have now seena dn read... it makes so much sense and yet none at all to me..."
The Queen led Erzuli over to the window, keeping her close and the two began to talk quietly. All the while Natasha held the younger wolf close, affectionately caressing her hair, her face and a couple of times kissing the Pure Blood's cheek after speaking to her for a time.
Jarin folded his arms, fighting the urge to go over to his Mistress as she stood by Natasha. Part of him wanted to hear what they were saying and part of him just needed to be sure Erzuli was okay. He glanced over at Kerri, who seemed to have taken on a similar pose to himself, arms folded. Her expression however betrayed a hint of her thoughts; a hearty mix of irritation and jealousy glazed her eyes even as she tried to keep up the pretense of a trusting lover. Either she simply didn't trust Erzuli or just plain loathed her was the big wolf's best guess. His guess seemed echoed by Anya, who was glaring at Kerri from under strands of hair and looking every inch the pouty teenager: she was also still cradling her arm slightly, the scars left from the burning light having all but faded.
"...you, by right of blood should stand beside me... a Queen..."
Erzuli shivered at Natasha's words. She knew what had to be done and didn't entirely like it but what choice did she have: it had to be this way. She put her forehead against Natasha's and looked right into the Queen's eyes, grasping her arms.
"Give me what you will, do what you will... I cannot not force the prophecy... but I... must... help you. I will not see us fall into their dust. I will find their weakness and we will live. I stand with you..."
...Ok, I'm posting the first part of the event...time for some carnage.
...Player Event...Part I.......
......." Get out!!..All of you get out of here!!" Cried Brother Ramirez.." It's a Trap!!"..
" What!!?" Brother Albert shouted his eyes widening..
" This whole place is going to blow!!" Brother Ramirez shouted moving rapidly towards the doorway...
" Move! Move!!" Marilus roared...
"..Dead we're all dead..." A frightened voice cried as the Purifiers rushed for the exit..
Outside the warehouse, a dark smile spread over Jokers face as his finger rested on the detonator...
" Dez is still in there" Andy said, his face turning rapidly towards the other Hunter..
" Yeah...he is.." Joker said with a small laugh " and good riddance to him as well.."
With that Joker flipped the detonator switch....and the warehouse erupted into a rolling fireball...
Brother Ramirez and Albert where thrown through the air...their bodies flung by the force of the blast as though they were rag dolls as they exited the structure an instant before it exploded...
As the crashed to the tarmac, Ramirez watched as Marilus tumbled across the pavement...his clothes smoldering...
From the hellish inferno behind them...the figures of two other Brothers stumbled forward...Ramirez could not be sure who they were...both being living torches...their thrashing bodies engulfed in flame..their agonized screams rising as they fought to extigush the murderous blaze...it was useless...both bodies succumbed to the flame that consumed them and pitched forward...landing in the smouldering debris.
" Lord protect us.." Ramirez whispered...crawling to make his way to his fallen commander...
Through a rear window...the form of a large wolf leapt..it's fur blazing in several places...a large chunk of rebar piercing through it's shoulder...
Dez hit the concrette parking bay like a heavy sack, his arm snapping as he was thrown forward by the impact of the blast and his own furious momentun..
Howling out in pain, the wolf dug the claws of his good arm into the tarmac...draging himself away from the blazing inferno..
Blood gushing from his body...one thought was imbedded in his wolfish brain.." Betrayed..Betrayed.."
" Bastard" Carl cried out at the sight of his mangled son..
As rapidly as the wounded wolf could move..he limped towards Dez's crumpled form..dropping to his knees as he reached the smouldering bleeding body of his son...
" Dez...stay with me." Carl said craddleing the injured wolfs head gently..
The older wolf looked from his fallen son to the gathered Hunters..." You misserable bastards!!" he roared.." Look what you have done to my son!!!"
Brother Albert struggled to his feet..trying desperatly to clear his head...he blinked as blood poured into his eye, streaming from a ragged gash across his forehead..
He could see Brother Ramirez...aiding the Lord Purifier..helping him to sit up and checking his wounds...
He turned again...no others had escaped...they were all gone..murdered by these evil men...
" In the Name of The Lord!!" Brother Albert roared...his weapon coming to bear on a group of men illuninated by the glow of the fires behind him.." I shall cleanse you all !!!"..
His burnt and bleeding finger tightened on his weapons trigger as rightous fury filled his pain wracked form...
.." Son of a bitch!!" Joker shouted as a searing round clipped his arm..
several yards ahead, one of Marilus men,horribly burned and screaming fired wildly in their direction..
" Cover!!" Joker shouted as another round cut the air past his head...
Quickly Bjorn and the other Hunters dove behind a stack of wooden crates as Joker dragged Andy to the ground and sighted his weapon on the wounded Purifier...
Before Joker could squeeze the trigger on his weapon...he heard a distict riffle crack and watched as the Purifiers head exploded in a spray of gore..
" What the..?" the Hunter muttered...scanning the area for signs of the shooter..
" Who tagged him..?" Andy said from Jokers right.." Who fired that shot..?"
" Hell if I know.." Joker said .." Sounded like it came from up there" the Hunter said pointing to a high rooftop behind them..
" Someone on our side?" Andy puzzled..
" Hell if I know.." Joker shrugged cautiously getting to his feet...
" We've got more company!!!" Bjorn shouted to Andy and Joker.." Armored vehicle moving in fast!!"
The Hunters both spun towards the sound of an approaching engine...weapons drawn as a large armored transport squealed to a halt several yards away..
Ok, that's part I...send in those PMs for Part II
Here's the body count so far...
All of the Hunters are unharmed..
Dez is seriously wounded..
Carl is still healing from previous wounds...
All of the Purifiers are dead except Brother Ramirez and Lord Purifier Marilus...who are both wounded and now in cover...
Berserksteve wrote:For the next RP I would really like to see full out mages through into the mix.
Hmm, it could happen..
I think it would work great if you use the Warhammer Fantasy wizard threshold rule, where the wizards gets 1-4 dice and they roll and if the pass the threshold of the spell it gets cast. I'm already helping Darksage by writing some magic rules for his game.
Berserksteve wrote:For the next RP I would really like to see full out mages through into the mix.
Hmm, it could happen..
I think it would work great if you use the Warhammer Fantasy wizard threshold rule, where the wizards gets 1-4 dice and they roll and if the pass the threshold of the spell it gets cast. I'm already helping Darksage by writing some magic rules for his game.
I'd have to read over the rules ( not very familar with WHFB rules as I don't play it) but it sounds interesting...could work.
TBH, I came up with some ideas for two new classes: The Valkyre and the Chiroptera. The Valkyre are Valkyries. They are Winged Warriors, all female. The Chiroptera are Kindred with Bat Wings.
... Erzuli's voice trembled ..." I stand with you.." She said, leaning closer to Natasha..
" That..is all I ask" Natasha replied softly, a warm smile on her face as she embraced the other Pure Blood whispering into her ear..." Thank you my sister...though I know your understanding has been dificult...please know that by joining me...you save not only our kind...but perhaps this very world as well.." she kissed Erzuli softly " The path ahead is a difficult one...but I know your streagth...your ...heart...will see you through."
Erzuli gazed up at Natasha...her voice coming out as a sigh.." I pray so.."
Natasha enfolded the Pure Blood into her arms, again stroking her hair..." I stand with you as well my beloved lost one...together we shall endure..together we shall triumph"
..A sharp rap came at the chamber door, and Natasha nodded for Kerri to answer...
Ivan entered the room, his mood on of barely contained excitement...rarely seen in the big wolf...
" My Queen" Ivan said " I regret to disturb you...but...Ryan O' Brian is downstairs.."
Natasha's eyes widened " He's where?"
" Downstairs you majesty" Ivan replied..." He seems to have come in peace...and wishes an audiance with you as soon as possiable.."
Natasha simly stared at the big wolf for a moment then spoke quickly.." Go to him...inform him I shall be down momentarily.."
" Yes my Queen" the big wolf said ,turning rapidly to exit the room..
" O' Brian" Jarin spoke..." Here..?..." he looked up at Natasha..." Do you believe he's really come in peace..after.."
Natasha shook her head " I suppose we shall discover his intentions shortly.." she said..
" Who is this..O'Brian?" Erzuli asked..concern in her voice..
Natasha turned to her sister and spoke.." He is the Father of the future" she smiled shaking her head " He has just never really understood that...or his importance"
" Do we go to him now?" Erzuli asked..
Natasha nodded..." Yes, I wish you to meet him as well.." she said..
Jarin spoke again.." Shall I have the Black Claw accompany you Mistress.?" he asked..
Natasha paused for a moment, the spoke " No...we go to discuss his arrival...not to combat it..I require no guards other than Ivan and Yourself."
With that the assembled wolves moved from the bed chamber and entered the long hallway moving towards the staircase...
Chowderhead wrote:Can I bribe her? (I know it's a girl, I can feel it)
...You could try, tell you what...you can get out of your armored transport and wave a handful of bills at the rooftop...if your brains hit the ground...the sniper didn't go for the bribe.
Chowderhead wrote:So... I can bribe her by having her kill me?
SCORE!
I guess that's one way of looking at it...
Ok folks, I'm calling it a night....I hope to have all Needed PM's in early tomorrow so I can finish up the event and keep things moving along....lot's more story rolling about in my warped noggin ... ...For those not involved in the Event...Rp as you like...especially you ghosty...as I plan to do a Natasha/ Ryan Meeting write up asap...
Tim is dead. Remember when everyone in the Lunar Brotherhood was killed? You told him to go back there once you left. Joker being alive has alot to do with playing his cards right.
Rapid healing isn't instant, it's over several hours. Plus, am I right in saying one of your arms got shattered to a bloody mess in the explosion, and you have a bit of a building poking out your shoulder?
Fitzz didn't specify, but I'd say your on 1 wound, or none. If you are lucky you could escape this with your life, and hold up somewhere until you heal.
As for the brotherhood, I liked Tim. He was the one who was set on fire and fell off a building or somesuch wasn't he? The one that got up and casually strolled off? I welcome Tim back if that's the case!
Dez was already wounded prior to the warehouse explosion, though his wounds had begun to heal ( which is why he didn't just die outright in the blast)...as for his condition now, he has a large chunk of rebar going through his shoulder, his right arm is broken in at least two places and useless at the moment, he's severly burned over 60% of his body and also has multiple "shrapnel wounds" from being hit by flying debris when the building exploded...in short...he will heal in time...but for now he's horribly injured...any more wounds/trauma ill kill him...
Carl is also still suffering from the effects of the wounds he took when escaping, he's not as bad off as Dez is, but he's no where near in shape for any combat...
...And concerning The Lunar Brotherhood and their "remaining numbers" prior to the start of this RP, I stated that they would not be an army ...but a small confederation of Hunters turned wolf...given the recent assault by the Six Fingered Hand...I would say their numbers have been drasticly reduced and the remaining members are on the run/regrouping for now..I'd place their current numbers at perhaps 10.
... wait, I could swear Dez would not have a wound, as I could swear that it was said at the beginning of Blood Moon 1 that if a wolf feeds while it is wounded, it would heal even more rapidly, near instantaneous...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Oooooh, in a PM you said twenty...
... this is gonna take some rebuilding...
... wait, I could swear Dez would not have a wound, as I could swear that it was said at the beginning of Blood Moon 1 that if a wolf feeds while it is wounded, it would heal even more rapidly, near instantaneous...
Wolfs heal more rapidly when they have fed, but Dez had taken two wounds in the battle with Brahg and his forces when the took the pure blood infant....which in Game Tome was only a few hours ago.
So...while Dez was healing...he was not completely healed yet...had he not fed and been caught in the blast as he was....he'd be dead now instead of just criticaly wounded.
...I'll have to dig through my PMs and see if I can find anything about Lunar Brotherhood numbers...twenty may have been the cap I set on the whole group.
Ryan sat in the vast dining chamber, upon an ancient, and no doubt priceless oak table, which smelt of varnish and lacquer. He had felt he had been settling in too much when they had sat him into one of the exquisitely carved chairs, with the upholstery that, Ryan had to admit, smelt faintly of piss. So instead, Ryan decided to show a hint of defiance perhaps? Or was it more to isolate himself as a free wolf, not a member of Natasha and her forces. It seemed childish, sitting in the center of the table, fingering with the food laid before him, but Ryan wanted to be comfortable with his surroundings. What had caught his eye was at one end of the long, oblong table, was a series of deep scratch marks into the wood, and he could not help but ponder on the cause. The wine goblet to his side had been left untouched, the deep red liquid aromatic and inviting, and no doubt, along with everything else in the Mansion, worth more money than the lives of Natashas men to her. It was disquieting. The pair of She-wolves had stayed in the room, and had gravitated to the corner of the room where they whispered to each other, giggling. They were truly beautiful, and Ryan found his gaze lingered a little too long. Long enough for one of the pair to notice. She smiled warmly, with a smile that never truly reached her eyes, and walked forward carefully, her hips shaking at each step. However, Ryan found himself thinking only of Star. Had she been treated the same way as the two were? Was she made to be little more than eye candy, and a means to settle newcomers in, in any way deemed appropriate. The bolder of the pair smiled seductively again, and clambered onto the table, before she crawled towards him, along the length of the oblong, her long manicured nails clicking softly against the hard surface. The second wolf was moving along the flank, slightly quicker than her accomplice. They were going to reach him at the same time, and Ryan genuinly didn't know what he was going to do. He was torn between loathing, and attraction, and the combination of such polar opposite emotions paralyzed him. The first of the pair came to a stop less than a foot away, and she reached over to stroke Ryan on the side of the face, to caress him as if a lover. It was amazing what things triggered a response. For Ryan, it was the knowledge that a Werewolf, even though she was slender, was reaching toward him. A werewolf, that could easily tear a man in half as if he were no more than thin fabric. The knowledge of this, and Ryans own built in self preservation mechanism struck him into action. He swatted the delicate hand away with his own, and let out a low growl.
"Piss off."
The smile died from the woman's face instantly, and she pouted forlornly. The second wolf giggled. It was just a game to them, they were confident the ending would be the same no matter what happened. The second wolf stepped lithely on to the table, and sat down beside him, coiling an arm over his shoulder, as she rested her head on him. Ryan shoved her lightly off, and stared darkly. It was worse than any assault he had ever taken, trying to fend off a pair of amorous she-wolves, on a full moon, without giving a bad impression to whom he was a guest of. The first wolf slid up next to Ryan, and leaned in, until her face was less than several inches from his own. With a grunt, Ryan pushed her, harder than he intended, and she slipped off the table with a crash. The She-wolf cursed loudly, and staggered to her feet, a small gash on her lip, already welling up blood. The other wolf found it amusing, and laughed lightly, until she too found herself pushed roughly off the table.
"I tol' you before, Piss off. Don't you know anything about personal space?!" Ryan barked. The two she-wolves, with stares that could curdle milk, stalked across the room and to the door, where they slipped out without another word. Finally alone, Ryan reached behind, to affirm the pistol he had obtained, with its silver rounds, was still there, and smiled wolfishly. 'Just in case things went badly.' Ryan had no illusions of his chances against the Queen and her cohort in combat, but a bullet to the head is, a bullet to the head. And a silver bullet... Well, Natasha may be powerful, Ryan reflected, but even that may dampen her day.
Outside the room, Natasha came to a halt, her eyes fixing upon the pair of she-wolves with a hard stare. Jarin snorted with laughter as he saw the bruising forming on the girls, which apparently they had garnered in their 'exploits.' Erzuli frowned slightly, and looked over to Natasha with an arched brow. It was Ivan however, who was completely unphased by the marks on the women, his face impassive to the injuries for the entire duration.
"Apparently he likes it rough." Jarin commented, with another chuckle.
Ivan rolled his eyes, and turned to the pair of women, and said " Well? Does he have anything we should be concerned about?" Natasha turned to Ivan, her gaze demanding explanation. "Forgiveness my Queen, these pair are what you could call my secret weapon. They search people who seek audience with the elite of our race for weapons. No one expects it, nor do many notice it. It is for your own protection, of course." He turned back to the wolves. "Well? Is there anything we should know about?"
The taller of the pair, the bolder, spoke up "He's packing some serious heat... especially after we were finished."
The slighter one giggled, but she slipped into silence after a penetrating stare from the Queen.
"A pistol, previously loaded with silver bullets." The taller, assertive she-wolf smiled savagely, and opened the palm of her hand. Lying inside was the ammo clip from the pistol.
Jarin whistled. He was not often impressed, and this such time was one of the rare occasions when he was.
"Perfect." The Queen wolf said, and she stepped past the wolves, turning the door handle, as she prepared to enter the room...
ineptus astartes wrote:Huh. You sir, are a wonderful RPer, giving yourself an asset then taking it? Genius.
It's one of the reasons I love ghostys ( and others) Rp's so much...he doesn't write to "Win"...he writes for story.....he really immerses himself in character...but has a great feel for what's going on around him as well...
Ok...enough back patting ...people will start to accuse me of favoritism...
ineptus astartes wrote:I just wonder. what if he had accepted. what decadency would Natasha have walked in on?
Natasha's views don't work like that...had Ryan accepted the she-wolves "advances" Natasha would have had no problem with allowing him to...complette things.
Natasha is very much a.." sensualist" in many ways...she doesn't have the "moral hang ups" of humans when it comes to sex...it's just another means of gratifying the beast as far as she is concerned...
...Besides, she would most likely be pleased to see Ryan enjoying himself...
I did not know Natasha was 'into' that human/animal stuff...silly me.
I guess you have a point though. Natasha is a bit of a 'romantic' as it were (if you added insane amounts of brutality to that, and replaced the meaning of the word with 'lust obsessed')
if you do make a third Blood Moon, set it in the 'Wild West' I have been dying to see a cowboy RPG out there. (with a competent GM: I.E you, Darko, Mordo or Tyranic, the others are good, but never finish the RPs)
The movement of the Crooked House was barely noticeable to those within, to the many Kindred that stood within its walls at one time or another, they would continue as if the place was deep rooted to a mountain plateau. It was a rock, a place of safety, and a place to strike out against those foolish enough to stand against the might of the Kindred. To another it was an elaborate prison cell. A lonely and cold place, not that the cold bothered her any. A slow continuous drip echoed in the chamber lost somewhere deep within the bowels of the House, some would guess this place had been abandoned, fate however was not as kind to leave the darkness alone. She stared into the gloom, so dark even her Kindred eyes could not penetrate the shadows, but it did not matter. She had been within these walls for decades, centuries maybe, it was hard to judge in the bleak dark. It had been so long since she saw the moonlight, she was not certain she would recognise it anymore. Feeling her bones and flesh ache under the ages of time, she knelt forward and sniffed the mildew infested floorboards. It seemed so easy, she had remembered laughing the first day they had thrown her within, when he had thrown her. She tore up the boards expecting a quick escape, but thick stone blocks enchanted with who knows what magic lay just beneath the other side. Years of clawing had left her with nothing but a slow resignation that she was not going to leave unless he wanted her so.
Above somewhere in the higher levels a loud clunk echoed, and short scream followed a sliding noise. She moved towards the strange looking shaft above the far wall, impossible to grip, impossible to climb, the way she had entered the dank cell. She watched as the mortal dropped to the floor with a crack. Bones had fractured, he groaned weakly, the Kindred above had almost drained him, just scraps of blood, enough to exist remained. She had thought about not drinking, allowing the end to claim her, but she could not. She knew Erisa had spent to much time working, preparing for what could happen, what might happen.
Plunging her fangs into the mortals neck, Areto drew what life remained, it would keep her alive for a few more weeks, until more scraps where thrown to her, always on the edge of her powers and death, weak, confused, it was just as Pontius wished. She hated him with a passion that could not be quenched, he and all his precious Bruti. They would eventually pay for what they did to her, they would come crawling eventually, Erisa had seen the return of the Vicissitude in daylight nightmares, she had used an ancient artefact to make Areto immune to the curse, her pure weapon against the darkening tide. Leaving the mortal body to rot, Areto crawled over to the broken floor, and touched the stones of the Crooked House.
"An ancient evil stirs." She said weakly and clenched her fist before retreating to the corner to rest.
OOC - been meaning to get that up for a couple of days. Looking forward to the event resolution.
One of my all time favorite Holiday films.. 
Now I feel Stupid
...Not really sure how Desert Eagles are supposed to make a differance...
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