Wait, jp, I could have sworn your character was a Werewolf?

BIC:............lifeless part 4..............

Sky pulled up next to an old wooden house, she glanced at it to confirm she had the right adress. She plucked the swirling light from the roof and threw it onto the passanger seat. She checked if her gun was loaded and got out of the car. The house lay just outside the city it was erected in the victorian style. Sky didn't like that she preffered the modern open houses. She walked across the street she saw movement behind the window. The door opened when she reached the porch. Pinkerton walked outside "Still playing Fed?" he asked. Pinkerton seemed nervous, she could see his feet shaking. "What happened?" she asked. "Come inside." she did what Pinkerton asked and walked in. She entered the living area everything was hastily thrown aside. The only thing standing was a table with something on it. She could see the figures of man in it. "Who's this?" a man said entering the living room his hand loosly on his weapon. "Ellis, meet.....?" "Special agent Dinozzo." Pinkerton raised his eyebrows, that name sounded familliar. ".... Dinozzo. She's .... an expert on this stuff." Pinkerton pulled the sheet of the table revealing an old man with a stake pierced through his heart. "Idiot!" Sky screamed as she pulled out her pistol. "Whoa, I wouldn't do that." ellis said aiming his gun at Sky. "Whats wrong, he's dead." Pinkerton said. "Staking doesn't help" she sneered "That's just an old wifes story, it only paralyses them." Pinkerton cursed as he pulled out his gun. "How do we kill it?" "Sunlight or decapitation." Ellis raised his hands "Sorry to crash your party, but how can you be sure this is a..... Vampire." The last word almost came out unhearable as if Ellis didn't knew if he was going crazy. Sky walked to the body and opened his mouth. She gestured the cops to come closer. She pushed arounf in his gum until two fang smoothly sprung up. "Proof enough?" She asked looking to the bewilderd face off the cops. "I believe you." Ellis whispered shocked. "What can we do?" "Get a butcher knife." Ellis quickly dissapeared in the kitching and came with the large knife. Sky recieved the weapon from Ellis and raised it to ths sky. "Wait, let me do it." Sky thought about it and handed it over. "If you do this, there is no going back." Pinkerton nodded and lifted the butcher knife. It took him several tries to finaly get through the spine, dark blood spatters where everywhere. Ellis almost turned green and vomited on the floor. Sky laid her hand onto Pinkertons shoulder. They looked at each others bloodied faces. "Welcome fellow hunter."

Ellis turned back up after emptying his stumach for the third time. "What do we do with the body?" "Burn it." sky simply stated. Pinkerton nodded his mind still to hyped to process all information to the part of his brain that cared. "Tell me about my city." Sky telled him everything she knew. "So all vamps and wolves going around town?" he asked while cleaning his face with the sheet that had been layin on the vampire. Sky nodded. "So those thing that attacked the hospital were werewolfs." Sky nodded again. Pinkerton clenched his head between his hands. The information he had recieved was to much for his head to contain. Sky waited until the cop would start talking again, it had no use to rush him. She glanced over to Ellis who sat in his comfy chair, looking at the ceiling. It was so quiet that sky heared Nature awakakening from her night sleep. Sky close her eyes as the firs ray of lights touched her face. Pinkerton suddenly jumped out of the sofa. "Hanks.... he has been bitten by them." The warm fuzzy feelings sky had suddenly turned ice cold. "Where?" "uhm...Mercy Hospital." "Colt!" Sky quickly ran out of the house. There was a wolf in the hospital and Colt was to drugged to defend himself. She jumped into the mercedes and placed the blue light back on his spot. The side door opened and Pinkerton crawled next to her. "My mess, my problem." He said. Sky had no time to kick hem out. She floored the gas pedal and raced towards the hospital. She hoped that she would be there in time.

Oliver Lane picked his way through the crowded streets, the Mask keeping the glare of the sun from obliterating his pale flesh. The cattle did not seem to notice his presence due to a simple spell taught to him by a German magus over a century ago. Weaving towards the Empire City Police Station, he transformed into a pale-white spider, crawling along the wall as to avoid the cameras. Creeping under the door of the evidence locker, Oliver became the man once again, crushing the windpipe of a startled officer to prevent a cry of alarm. Deftly snapping his neck, the Englishman pulled the severed hand of a burglar from his black bag. Holding the Hand of Glory in front of the correct box, it clicked open to reveal the cloth wrapped object within. Gently lifting it from it's case, careful not to touch it directly, Oliver slipped it into his bag with distaste. There was one more task for him to complete at the station, one loose-end to tie up. Warping into the spider, Oliver crawled through the crack between the door and the tile, transforming back to face his intended prey. Sandi gave a strangled cry of surprise as Oliver drove the blade of his cane sword through her heart. Dipping his fingers in her blood, he traced the words; "Sanguis Bebimus, Corpus Edimus", before daubing "Seek me" beneath it. The Blade now in his possession, the assassin became the spider, and slipped back out of the station, making for a burned out wreck of a department store. in the slums. Yet retrieving the Blade was but one of many tasks Pontius had given him. It was going to be a long day. Once safely inside the store, Oliver resumed his natural form, and drew a small cellular phone he had taken from his latest victim, and dialed. When the man on the other end answered in a gruff, if rather strained voice, Oliver smiled and said; "Hullo Pinkerton."

@ Mordoskul...

Well...that was unexpected ..nicely played,The Blade of Ages is now in Vampire hands.
Bit surprised Oliver didn't kill Sandi while he was in the station..

FITZZ wrote: @ Mordoskul...

Well...that was unexpected ..nicely played,The Blade of Ages is now in Vampire hands.
Bit surprised Oliver didn't kill Sandi while he was in the station..

CRAAAAPPP! EDITING!

So let me see if I have this straight, you were able to magically shrink a solid object to the size small enough to be carried by a spider?

I can see you being able to transform yourself, but to be able to use that ability on ANYTHING is abit much, don't you think? And on top of that, you killed yet another cop.......why?

jp400 wrote:So let me see if I have this straight, you were able to magically shrink a solid object to the size small enough to be carried by a spider?

I can see you being able to transform yourself, but to be able to use that ability on ANYTHING is abit much, don't you think? And on top of that, you killed yet another cop.......why?

Think of the bag like a Bag of Holding, plus Oliver is sending a message that he may kill as he pleases, and there is nothing Pinkerton can do to stop him.

Except kill himself...

BIC:

Andy snored.

jp400 wrote:So let me see if I have this straight, you were able to magically shrink a solid object to the size small enough to be carried by a spider?

I can see you being able to transform yourself, but to be able to use that ability on ANYTHING is abit much, don't you think? And on top of that, you killed yet another cop.......why?

...

To be perfectly honest JP,I too considered that fact as well,I was wondering exactly how a spider managed to carry a knife,a magic burglary hand and a cell phone...but...if I'm going to accept that Oliver can transform into a spider in the first place..then I suppose I'll let the fact he's able to "shrink" smaller objects along with him slide...

Basicly I'm chalking it up to the "fact" that Pontius is an exreamly ancient and powerful Vampire with all sorts of charms and potents and various "Magic" items...however..I would ask Mordoskul to not "go overboard" with this..

...As for yet another police officer dying...apparently being a cop in Empire City now carries the same life expectincy as being a Guardsman going toe to toe with Ghazzie.

Also...I have an "event" that will occur at the Hospital...which may become a two part event depending on how things play out..

Plus...I have a second situation (which will result from Oliver phone call and a discovery on Rasputians body) that will probably result in another event soon...

Can't wait to talk to Pinky.

Mordoskul wrote:Can't wait to talk to Pinky.

Feel free to RP the conversation if you'd like to Mordoskul...
But keep in mind that ATM...Pinkerton is with Sky racing to the Hospital in hopes of getting to Hanks before he "Wolfs Out" and eats Colt...

Also...I must insist that Oliver not venture out again until Sundown...the protective garb he has may prevent the effects of the Sun killing him for a while...but even he isn't able to withstand derict sunlight indefinatly..

Ah, right. Also, I don't know Pinkerton half as well as you do, and would feel more at ease if you ran as him for the time being. From now on I'll keep the meta to a minimum.

Mordoskul wrote:Ah, right. Also, I don't know Pinkerton half as well as you do, and would feel more at ease if you ran as him for the time being. From now on I'll keep the meta to a minimum.

I can do that...no problem,just shoot me a PM with some of the key points Oliver has to say to Pinkerton and I'll write it up...I have a basic idea of how the conversation would go...but your input will help flesh it out...

The van pulled up into the emergency entrance of the hospital. Lucas exited the vehicle and the van went into a holding pattern circling the block around the building. He quietly approached the ambulance bays and waited for his moment.

When the coast was clear, he ducked into the heated bay and made his way to the passenger side storage compartment and opened the door. Reaching inside he pulled out a EMS jacket, a pair of latex gloves,the rigs police band hand held, and a light blue ball cap. He quietly closed the door and donned the gear in the shadows doing his best not to draw attention to himself.

Once he was geared up, he boldly walked through the service entrance into the patient transfer area. He spotted a wheelchair sitting outside an empty exam room and grabbed it, pushing it in front of him up to the shift office desk.

"Can I help you?" asked the heavyset woman wearing pink scrubs from behind her desk.

"Yes, I'm here for a critical care transfer." he said showing his pearly whites.

"Patients name?" she asked

He pulled out a clipboard with some gibberish written on it and pretended to read it.

"Hank, Aron... Male age..." he started to say and luckily his bluff paid off as he was cut short.

"Oh, the cop that was brought in here earlier?" she said "Nasty state he is in. Lucky to be alive."

"Indeed." he mused.

"Room 251. Take the elevator up to the 3rd floor and it is down the hall on the right."

"Thank hun." he said and turned and walked off toward the elevator shafts.

Ding

The elevator doors opened on the 3rd floor and Lucas stepped out of it into the pasty green hallway. He followed the signs posted everywhere and soon found himself standing infront of Hank's room. He pushed the door open and made sure it closed behind him. He then locked it.

The man was sweating and mumbling to himself in his bed to the steady beep of the heart monitor. Lucas knew instantly that the man was in the process of turning, and close to it at that. He had to act fast.

Walking over he pulled restraints from the bedside drawer and quickly attached them to the mans arms and legs. Once he was secure, he walked over to a cabinet and searched around for a moment before producing a 12 guage needle and a bottle of colloidal silver, which is commonly used to treat external infections and acts as a antiseptic and disinfectant.

He plunged the needle through the self sealing rubber top and filled the entire syringe with the liquid.

"What....are...you doing?"

Lucas looked at the man in the bed who had just woken up and was lying there staring at him.

"Hello. I heard that you were having trouble sleeping and are plagued by nightmares. It is a side effect of the medication you are currently taking. I am here to fix that mistake."

The man let out a relived smile. "Good..." was all he said.

Lucas inserted the syringe into the IV port and gave him the whole 9 yards. He then inserted the used device into a red sharps container and quietly unplugged the Nurse Alert button before letting himself out, making sure the still locked door closed firmly behind him to slow anyone down.

Turning to walk down the hallway, he smiled to himself. The man would be dead any moment now, and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it.

...Well...hell...

JP in one fell swoop you just changed the entire dynamics of what I had planned to happen at the Hospital...

No worries though...It works and can be added to the overall storyline...

Glad to keep you on your toes.

Somebody has to run around and tie up loose ends... the hunters are doing a pretty poor job of it as of late.

But we weren't aware...i'm a rogue hunter, blame nachos he's a well informed network hunter.

But glad we have an unknow werewolf sidekick

But i'm bummed not to get any action at the hospital. I wanted to kill something.... Page 11 and still no kills

Pinkerton sat next to Vegas as she weaved in an out of the early morning traffic...slowly and methodicly the Detective loaded a magazine with the Silver rounds then stared at Vegas.
" So...this...this is all for real?...Vampires..Werewolves..it's all real?" Pinkerton said.
Vegas nodded,her concerns for Colt growing with each passing moment " Very real" she said shortly.
Pinkerton simply nodded...accepting the statement completely...he started to ask Vegas exactly what she intended to do when his phone begin to ring...

" Pinkerton." he said answering it.
"Good morning Detective.." a rasping voice chuckled on the end of the line.
Pinkerton frowned " Who's this?"
" You need not worry about my identity Detective" the voice said " We shall meet very soon.."
" Look pal...I've no time for bull gak...who.." Pinkerton began but was cut off.
" In fact Detective...until I have the pleasure of making your aqauntince ..I will be helping one member of your task force shuffle off their mortal coil every night." the voice said coldly.
" What..?" Pinkerton said.
" I belive your understood me Detective" the voice said " One member of your task force will die every night...until it's your turn." a small laugh.
" You...you were in my house!" Pinkerton roared,Vegas looked at him with concern.
" Oh indeed I was Detective...Charming little hovel it was...of course...not as nice as other homes I..visited" The voice laughed.
" Canturberry..and Phillips..You visit their homes as well you son of a bitch.." Pinkerton said
A low chuckle from the other end was all the answer Pinkerton needed.
" Bastard.." Pinkerton whispered..
" No need to be angry Detective." The voice said " In fact...allow me to assist you ..it's the least I can do..I bring to your attention the fact that some of your new...associates have one of our kind...an unsavoury little worm named Hawthorne in their...custody ."
Pinkerton turned staring at Vegas for a moment...
" And to further prevent you from being...cross..if you'll permit me a small bon mot..A..gift was left for you to discover..."
Pinkerton frowned,puzzeling for a moment.." If you mean that thing on the cross...It's been dealt with." he said.
The voice on the end of the line burst out laughing.." Ah Detective...than you have made waste of a clue...shame..I'd hoped for more from you."
" Oh you won't be disapointed when I find you." Pinkerton said,anger rising in his voice.
A light cold chuckle..." Detective...I belive I will be...your not half the oppenent I'd hoped for..not by far."
" I'm going to kill you...you bastard." Pinkerton said softly.
" No Detective...but I shall indeed kill you" The voice hissed " Perhaps in the night as you slumber...Cutting your throat from ear to ear...or..maybe I'll bleed you...nice and slow...until you beg for your release."
The voice chuckled softly " Rest assured Detective...you will know pain unlike any you have known."
" I'll find you.." Pinkerton said..a barely contained fury boiling inside..
The voice sighed and the cold laugh came again..." I'm counting on it Detective....Seek me."
The line went dead.
Pinkerton tossed the phone to the floor of the car and looked up...they had reached the Hospital.

sillyboy wrote:But we weren't aware...i'm a rogue hunter, blame nachos he's a well informed network hunter.

But glad we have an unknow werewolf sidekick

But i'm bummed not to get any action at the hospital. I wanted to kill something.... Page 11 and still no kills

No worries Silly....even with JPs Silver pumping through his viens...Hanks isn't completely out of the running yet...

Basiclly...Hanks is dying...but in his agony and madness...he is going to make one last ditch effort to seek out "that smell" and destroy it,beliveing in his twisted state that it is connected to his agony....

a clue

Hawthorne

Vampire intrest in Pinkerton

I'm so confused right now.

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edit; does this mean event ?

Aron Hanks tilted his head back an issued a silent scream...the anguish he was expireanceing to large for sound,his very blood felt as though it had been transformed into white hot fire,imolating him from within...
and still...that smell...that horrid god damned smell...it tormented him...it...it had to somehow be the source of all his pain..with a huge effort...Hanks rose from his bed...pulling the IVs and moniters from his body.
He took several shaky steps and crumpled to the floor...agony flaring through his fevered brain.
" Find it...devoure it.." He whispered rising to his feet again...the nails on his hands growing to sharp ebony claws as he entered the silent hallway.
The scent...it was much stronger...much more maddening..his seering brain began to pound with a nauseating rythme ...pounding inside his skull...threatening to shatter it from within...
Hanks was no longer aware of his surroundings...he didn't notice as his teeth grew to fangs inside his mouth or the light patches of hair that began to sprout from his body...he was lost in discovering the source of that scent...and rending it to pieces.
He paused,sniffing the air...the scent had grown even stronger...behind this door was the source of his agony,Hanks tried to read the words printed on a small card on the door "James Watson" it read...His rapidly decaying brain could make no sense of what he saw...all that was left was the urge to kill whatever he'd find on the other side of this portal...with a clawed hand he shoved the door open.
Behind him...an elevator arrived at the floor.

There you go Silly...Vegas and Pinkerton have arrived just in time to see Hanks enter Colts room...you'll have to act fast..as one bite or scratch from Hanks spells doom for poor Colt.
PM me with your actions and I'll do the combat resolution....

sillyboy wrote:a clue

Hawthorne

Vampire intrest in Pinkerton

I'm so confused right now.

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edit; does this mean event ?

Don't worry Silly...everything will eventually make sense...I think..

...And yes...you have an event.

JP...your not obligated to this event...but may PM me if you wish for your Character to take any specific actions....otherwise ...he'll just leave the Hospital.

PM sent.

...Cool, I'm breaking out the dice and minis right now...
Due to the fact JP poisoned Hanks...he's going to be at -1 wound to start as well as fighting in Human form (not wolf) at -1 stats.

Combat resolution is done...Did Hanks get to Colt?...Did Pinkerton and Vegas stop him?...did one of them get bit?...stay tuned.

Aargh the agony..... OMG does Vegas have her own miniature version?

Can we see all of our minis, FITZZ?

Please?

Combat Resolution..........

The Elevator door slid open and Vegas saw with a twinge of horror the thing entering Colts Room.." C'mon" she shouted at Pinkerton charging towards the closing door..
Inside the Room...the Thing that had once been Officer Aron Hanks glared at the figure on the bed...this was the source of his pain...this was what had caused all his anguish...he let out a low roar and stepped forward,once again crumpleing to the floor as the silver in his Blood stream coursed through his frame.
Colt opened his eyes and stared into the eyes of the partialy transformed Hanks...who was slowly rising to his feet a mouthful of dagger like teeth exposed and poised for the kill.
" This just isn't my day.." Colt muttered
The door swung open and Pinkerton and Vegas rushed into the small room,weapons in hand,Vegas crying out at the man beast..." Leave him alone you mother fether!!" she shouted..
The thing that had been Hanks was dimly aware of the new scents...but his hate was fixed on the form before him...this...above all..must be devoured.

With a ear splitting roar the beast lunged for Colt...it's razor like talons cutting through the air intent on flaying flesh from bone...
In one painful motion...Colt threw his pillow at the creature and rolled of the bed..impacting painfully with the floor.

The pillow exploded in a burst of feathers as Hanks claws sliced into it,filling the small room with floating fiber.

" Kill it!!" Vegas shouted at Pinkerton and fired her sawed off punching a huge bloody hole into Hanks midsection,Pinkerton fired but the shoot went wide impacting with the far wall.
Hanks screamed ...a high beastial howl of pain as the silver slug entered his stomach...dropping to one knee..it glared at Vegas with a burning hatred...and leapt for her throat.

In a flash of claws,the woman found herself being flung back against the far wall...she'd been tagged..." feth me!!" Vegas thought as she glanced at her chest expecting to see ruined and torn flesh...instead...she saw the interior of the kevlar vest she'd put on...ripped open...but still intact...she breathed a small sigh of relief and rolled to her feet as the creature lunged again barely missing her.

" Hanks!!" Pinkerton bellowed at the thing,causing it to pause for a fraction of a second...it was all the time Vegas needed...she quickly drew her pistol and fired a round of pure Silver into Hanks skull...the bullet mushrooming inside the mans brain destroying it as it spread it's leathal poisions inside...

Hanks took a shuffleing step forward...his eyes suddenly human fixed on Vegas...a look of gratitude passed over his face...then he toppled to the floor a pool of blood spreading underneath him.

Colt peeked up from behind the bed..." Ok...that's it...I'm out of here." He said.

Pinkerton stared at Vegas as the sounds of people approaching filled the hallway..." I'll deal with the staff.." He said...pulling a small revolver from an ankle holster and passing it to Vegas..." Wipe this down and plant it on Hanks.." Pinkerton said as he left the room

Well...there you go Silly...Colt is Alive and well...and Vegas just squeeked out of being a Wolf...hope you enjoyed it.

@ Everyone...

Yes each of you has a mini to represent their character..but it's not very individulized.

all police are Praetorians,Pinkerton is a Praetorian Officer.
All Werewolves are Plaugebeares.
Vamps are represented by some unpainted Daemonettes.
And Hunters are my sons Space Marine Command sqaud.

FITZZ wrote: @ Everyone...

Yes each of you has a mini to represent their character..but it's not very individulized.

all police are Praetorians,Pinkerton is a Praetorian Officer.
All Werewolves are Plaugebeares.
Vamps are represented by some unpainted Daemonettes.
And Hunters are my sons Space Marine Command sqaud.

Great job!

so no female sob for vegas

But read the event....its all good too bad my scent didn't catch. Luckily for me colt is awesome and even makes snidy remarks as he dodges a werewolf, talk about beeing a real man.

sillyboy wrote:so no female sob for vegas

But read the event....its all good too bad my scent didn't catch. Luckily for me colt is awesome and even makes snidy remarks as he dodges a werewolf, talk about beeing a real man.

Yeah...I'm sort of seeing Colt as a cross between Clint Eastwood in "Grand Torino" and Bobby from Supernatural..

(OOC: Very nice. Glad I could be of some help.)

IC:

Gunfire erupted above in the hospital as Lucas was exiting the main lobby on the ground floor. An alarm started to blare and armed hospital security rushed passed him on their way to the stairwells and elevators while hospital staff did their best to get out of their way and figure out what was going on.

He grinned to himself, for with all this confusion that had been set about, he had little doubt that he would make a quick and clean escape.

The van pulled around to the side as Murry brought it to a quick halt which made the tires squeal. Lucas quickly hopped into the passenger side of the van and glanced once more up at the window to the room where he had just exited from. The window was spider webbed from a bullet impact, and with his senses he could vaguely see the shadowy form of the good detective through the window. Lucas smiled and paused for a moment before the van sped off onto the main road and disappeared into the flow of morning commuter traffic.

"Head for home Murry. We have things that we must attend to before nightfall."

Murry nodded and fished around his Wendy's bag for another handful of french fries. Apparently he had hit a drive through while waiting for him. Lucas laughed a little at the site of the half baked hippy struggling to keep the poorly maintained van on the road while picking fry sauce from his unkempt beard. He reached into his pocket and checked the phone and saw the missed call from Pinkerton. He quickly sent a text to the man:

One down, many more to go. The greater balance will be restored. Stay out of my way and i'll stay out of yours.

On the horizon, the sun crept its way up over the mountains casting its warm touch far and wide.

I'm happy you caught the essence of my char without me ever saying it

@jp

Just out of interest... why are you helping the hunters.... Is it to protect yourself or...?

sillyboy wrote:@jp

Just out of interest... why are you helping the hunters.... Is it to protect yourself or...?

My character believes in a greater balance between the three groups. If there is balance, all three can co-exist with ease. He also has his own personal agenda and is looking out for himself, however that may come about.

jp400 wrote:

sillyboy wrote:@jp

Just out of interest... why are you helping the hunters.... Is it to protect yourself or...?

My character believes in a greater balance between the three groups. If there is balance, all three can co-exist with ease. He also has his own personal agenda and is looking out for himself, however that may come about.

Balance is overrated...loads shotgun , sorry happy with my first kill.

Ok my little Night prowlers...

I'm going to go do some painting and try to cook for my young-uns.

I'll be checking back latter tonight and adding more here and there...but for now.

Pinkerton is in the Hallway talking with Hospital security...explaining how they'd come to check on Colt and found Hanks in his room brandishing a pistol...forceing them to..regreatably ..have to shoot Hanks.

The Body of Sandra Casey has been discovered ,murdered in her holding cell..

Sergeant Ellis has discovered "documents" on the body of Rasputian..( and hands off of Ellis...for now...He's esentail to several ideas I have and can't be uncerimoniusly murdered by one of you blood thirsty lot)..

Other than that...Pinkerton will have some questions for Vegas concerning Hawthorne....

Back soon Guys and Ghouls.

Can't wait.......figurativly, my bed demands me to sleep

OOC: I'm now in the present time- It took 3 or so days of avoiding being spotted, and sneaking around to get into town.

Empire city. It wasn't quite the way the postcards had shown it. Instead of glittering spires of glass and ceramic, piercing the skyline, it was instead skyscrapers, dull and grey, clawing towards the stars. Even from the distance, from the suburbs, it was an eyesore. But, it was going to be Ryans home, hopefully for a long time. Sighing to himself, he ducked under a low hanging branch, and jogged carefully across a grassy lawn in the dusky moonlight. With distinct care, Ryan looked down the streets, searching for any signs of people going for a night stroll, or a moonlit drive. Apparently satisfied, he jogged back down to the tree, where Holly was propped up. It was as he had feared; her injuries had been healing at an unnatural rate, indicating it had taken hold. She had been unconscious for the first day, and so she had been blissfully bereft of the pain that was associated with the changes taking place in her body, but when she woke, how she had screamed, moaned, how her body shook from the agony. She looked up at him as he returned, with a look of hatred, and exhaustion. Wordlessly, she let him pick her up, and help her down the road. Ryan seemed to be acutely aware of his surroundings, and would repeatedly leave her alone for less than a minute at a time, whilst he scouted out his surroundings. But he would always come back, and they would always carry on, staggering through the darkened driveways of peoples houses. Eventually, after what felt like several hours of on off searching, they headed up the driveway of a archetypal Suburb house carefully walking past the expensive car parked in the drive. Upon reaching the front door, Ryan reached up, and rang the doorbell.

Several seconds passed, and then the door was opened, and a man, in his early 30s stood there, obviously a successful business man, judging from his attire. He looked surprised at first, and then concerned.

"Hey big brother."

Vampires and werewolves were everywhere, snapping their fingers as they approached each other in an alley. Soon the two leaders from each group began a dialogue that Andy couldn't understand. Soon fighting broke out as the two groups began to do flips and spins while a drummer banged on his cymbals and built up anticipation for the resolution of the conflict. Then the alley gave way and the entire group fell through to land in candyland, a gingerbread man ran through the group yelling "DON'T SLEEP, DON'T SLEEP!". The two groups were confused by the gingerbread man, but decided to sleep despite the warning from the gingerbread man.

They began to die in their sleep as their nightmares became true and affected their real life. A burnt gingerbread man wearing thimbles on each hand with five sharp candycanes protruding from each. The burnt gingerbread man revealed himself to be Freddy Cookie to one of the vampires before he killed him in his dream and therefor in real life.

Tim Burton then closed his notebook, happy with the dialogue and actions. The cover betrayed the title of the screenplay he had written; "Nightmare on Cherry Lane" is what it read. Andy then shot Tim Burton in the foot and grabbed the screenplay before mounting his flying jar of smucker's raspberry preserves and making a daring escape.

Then suddenly zombies everywhere, they rained from the sky, came from the ground, erupted from volcanoes, and even emerged from the secret portal in Atlantis.

It was a good dream for Andy.

...Just for that Nachos... Andy gets a free re-roll on any failed save...

And Atlas is still living peacefully in his cave with Rose.

Brilliant.

Hahaha, they will never find me!

But I should do something soon...

... can't... resist... bloodlust!

Go on then. Carry on exploiting the benefits you have at the moment, until one day, you find yourself backed into a corner, and there's no way out, and you can only remember how good times were before you ruined everything with your own selfishness.

Longinus smiled at Isaac. He had gotten a large silver SUV with blacked out windows and two 9mm pistols with 2 mags each for Suzie. This as well as 3 newspapers. Each was plastered with news of a slaughter at the police station, adn tales of possibly 'supernaturals' involved in the killings. One also reported that Officer Hank Aron had died in hospital, but an eye witness had reported a struggle, gunshots and screaming and the idea of a 'werewolf'.
It seems that the others in this city can't keep themselves quiet or emotley disguised. Soon we will have to makes our move, or it will be too soon. SUZIE, we're going into the SUV, get yer guns.
A sound of Suzie scampering about could be heard as Issac followed Longinus up out of the sewer in the SUV parked in the alley.

OOC: They will be driving around town every night. @Fitzz it's your descion if they see anything on the first two nights, (Before Suzie throws a hissy fit)

@ LArkin...

I may throw a few things your way,but ultimamitly ..what Longinus,Suzie and Issac encounter/interact with/opt to do is entirely up to you.

Sorry had kinda forgot about poor old Hawthorne.

BIC.
Hawthorne paced around the cellar he was locked in, mercifully there were no windows only a heavily reinforced door, it seemed he had not been the first captive of this room. The vampire wondered what was on the other side, he had noticed that the hunters who had captured him had long since left, perhaps an escape was in order?!

He put his ear against the door, with some concentration he would be able to discern the vibrations of any human heartbeats on the other side. Nothing. It was resolved, he would enact an escape at nightfall.

It was only a matter of time before Stelek or indeed Pontius would seek him out. Luckily Sindri had few friends or allies bar the creatures that once shared his sewer nests. He had to get back to his phone to check if the informant had attempted contact again. There was a small chance they could offer him a means of excape from this wretched city.

Matt Crossman paced restlessly in the Police stations restrooms,he had never been a very patient man...and as the minutes ticked by he grew more and more agitated ..
" C'mon.." Crossman muttered to himself checking his watch for the hundreth time in the past five minutes...
The Restroom door swung open slowly and a young officer ,the same one who'd delivered the strange package to Pinkerton,entered...
He carried yet another package in hand,this one being much smaller.
Crossman rushed to the Officer.." Is that it...is that..?
" It's a copy.." The young man said..." Best I could do...if the original turned up missing...well...Pinkerton wouldn't rest until someones ass fried."
Crossman nodded reaching for the small bundle..which the officer snatched out of reach.
" Money first " The young man said eyeing Crossman..
" Oh...yeah...of course.." Crossman laughed tightly handing a wad of cash to the young man.
The officer quickly counted the bills..." Five hundred?...you said a thousand...wheres the rest?"
" When I'm sure it's worth it...you get the other half.." Crossman said with a small rat like smile.
" Feth you then.." The Officer said turning for the door...
" Wait!...wait!" Crossman said rushing behind the man pulling more bills from his wallet.

Several moments later,sitting in his luxary car,Crossman quickly unwrapped the package.." Damn well better be worth a grand..." he muttered as he inserted the DvD copy into his dash video player...
Crossman watched for a minute...seeing the confrontation between a couple,who'd taken an officer hostage...and Investigator Collins and some Officers.." Not bad..."Crossman thought...but not worth the money he'd shelled out...suddenly Crossman froze...on the small screen of his DvD player...a startiling transfermation began to take place....first with the woman...than the man...
Crossmans jaw fell open as he watched the couples bodies contort and reform into two giant wolves ..."Holy Gak!!" Crossman said punching the rewind button...again he witnessed the same transformation...followed by the brutal slaying of Collins and several cops by the...creatures...
" Hero Cops Slaughtered by Werewolves.." Crossman whispered..." My God...I'm going to be rich...rich and famous".
Crossman paused...his mind racing...no way was he going local with this...no way...he was going to parlay this little bit of video gold into a very lucritive future...
He started the BMWs engine and pulled out of the police station parking lot...heading for his apartment.


Crossman now has a copy of the Werewolf attack on the Police Station.
Fortunately...he's a greedy self centered bastard...so he's more interested in gaining fame and fortune with the DVD than running straight to the news room with it,so he's headed to his apartment to start wheeling and dealing...

Now..no one has anything to gain by Crossman showing this video...
If the public see's it...there's going to be general panic..not good for the cops or Hunters.
If the Hunter network at large see's it...even though they are aware of it's content,they will triple their efforts,and resources in Empire City and the surounding areas...in short the Vamps and Wolves there will be totally fethed..
And of course the video would go international...forever removing any chance at secrecy for Wolves and making surviving very hard for Vamps as well.

So...it's in everyones best interest that Crossman NOT get the Video into the hands of the Major Media ...

@ Perkustin...

Keep in mind that Oliver has informed Detective Pinkerton about you and about the fact that the Hunters were holding you.
Also..it appears to me that Pontius may want you dead or captured.

What's the game time? Might be good to start planning the escape.

Field Commander Nash of the FBI pulled into the rear parking area of the Empire City Police Department,Several Cars pulling in alongside of his.
Nash climbed from his vehicle,the car lifting noticeable as he exited,Nash was a gaint of a man..who'd consider a carer in Pro Football before opting for law enforcement,towered over his field officers.
His second in command,a diminutive fussy little man named Stollie rushed up " We're running behind schedule Sir.." he said flipping through a stack of papers as he did.
" Relax Stollie.." Nash said with an air of confidence reservered for one who see's himself as the hero of every story " We're here now...so let's get inside and set up our station...I'll want to talk with this...Detective Pinkerton as well."
Stollie nodded and scampered of into the station,several FBI field officers in tow.
Nash streatched ,feeling his spine crackle...he glanced around .." What a dump." he thought strolling towards the police station entrance like John Wayne arriving to rescue an embattled wagon train.

FBI Agent Nash and a half dozen field agents have arrived in Empire City.
Nash is cockey,arrogent and always gets his suspect...the man is relentless and commands respect,he intends to orginazie extensive searches throughout Empire City and the surrounding areas.
A single call from Nash can mobilize an army of field agents and support teams.
His presence in Empire City represents a HUGE problem for Vampires,Werewolves and to a lesser degree Hunters.

Perkustin wrote:What's the game time? Might be good to start planning the escape.

Game time is 10:00 AM...

I don't see the reason why we should stop him

sillyboy wrote:I don't see the reason why we should stop him

Nash or Crossman??

Crossman

I'll better run away from Nash seeing as i'm not a real fed.

Hmm..Part of the reason Hunters would want to prevent Crossman from exposing the Video is that,as a general rule,Hunters opperate in secreacy...and in their own way wish to preserve the illiusion of "normalacy" for the public at large..
the are making extreame sacrifices of themselves in order to allow "everyday" folk to exist in "blissful ignorance" of the things that go bump in the night...all the while protecting those same people...
Panic and exposuser of the "truth" wouldn't aid the Hunters..it would only make a difficult job even more difficult...

yea, i know, but i can dream of a worlwide extermination, can't I.

sillyboy wrote:yea, i know, but i can dream of a worlwide extermination, can't I.

...Of course you can... ..

Just as a matter of interest,my "Hunter Back story" is one that,in the "Dark Ages",Hunters were widely known to exist...as were Vampires and Werewolves.
Armies of Hunters scoured the land destroying Vampire,Werewolf and "All Creatures of the Devil",burning whole villages and towns to the ground in an attempt to purge the world of the "unholy."...
But in time..Corruption amongst the Hunter Hiearchy spread....Towns were raided for personal agendas...people burned for defiance...and an inter structure war erupted between the "true" Hunters and those who had become corrupt with power.
At the end of this great conflict...it was decided that the Order of Hunters would no longer opperate in the publics eye...would remain small and self governing...and would value secrecy over all.

Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

...I would say not to worry...but...you might want to worry..

I will say this much....if things go the way I'm thinking they will...it's going to be a big surprise for the Hunters.

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....

Belive it or not...I've already got an idea about that...

...I would say not to worry...but...you might want to worry..

I will say this much....if things go the way I'm thinking they will...it's going to be a big surprise for the Hunters.

Are our leaders Budha and Jesus? That wold be one hell of a suprise party

No...I assure you..Jesus nor Budha will turn out to be the head(s) of the "Order of Hunters"....that much I can say for sure.

FITZZ wrote: No...I assure you..Jesus nor Budha will turn out to be the head(s) of the "Order of Hunters"....that much I can say for sure.

sorry about that, just watched 'South Park' the imagination land episode

But my real guess would be that they are vampires using the hunters to keep unnatural things under control. Its they after all that hand out missions if it just a sighting of a wolf, they'll let it slip, but if one goes on a rampage they use the hunters to take it down....or it could be a covert goverment organisation.

Matt Crossman entered his small,but exqiusetly decorated apartment on Empires City's Upper East side,he tossed his car keys on the counter and poured himself a glass on wine..
sighing with content as he sipped the burgundy liquid,he took a seat and reached for his phone..
After dialing,ne sipped more wine and waited for an answer.." NBC head offices...how may I assist you" the voice came.
" Good Morning.." Crossman said..a huge smile spreading on his face " This is Matthew Crossman from Empire City Action News Five...one of your afiliate stations...I'd be most thankful if you'd connect me to Bernard Katz"
Crossman smiled..Katz was head of the News department at NBC...and an old associate of Crossman,He'd go nuts when he saw what Crossman had...and..allow Him to write his own check in exchange for it.
" Mr. Katz is in a meeting at the moment.." The voice replied .." Would you care to leave a message.."
Crossman frowned...he hated to wait...but..business is business.." I sure would" Crossman said,putting on his best fake charm " Please have Mr' Katz contact me at 555-203-7717..I have an exclusive concerning the recent rash of serial killings that have been taking place in Empire City..and I'd like for Bernie to have first dibs on it."
" I'll give him that message.." The voice said " Crossman was the name..?"
" Yes Matthew Crossman.." He sipped more wine and smiled before hanging up.
A burst of laughter escaped from Crossman as visions of huge dollar amounts and a spot at NBC danced in his head..

" Well..your in a good mood" a voice from behind said
Crossman turned,standing in the bedroom doorway was Amanda ...his current "girlfriend",Amanda was a waitress at the Pink Pony,and what she lacked in brains...she more than made up for in looks..and ...talent.
" I sure am Babe" Crossman said as he rose from his chair and danced over to the woman,who was covered only by a sheer bed sheet " In fact...lets ..celebrate."
Crossman downed his wine in a gulp and swept the woman into his arms assuring her back into the bedroom.

Moments later..Crossmans phone began to ring,and..wanting privacy for the call he anticipated,he bound nude into the living room,leaving a confused and frustrated Amanda laying on the bed.." Where are you going?!" the woman half wined half yelled.
" Back in a moment my dear.." Crossman said " Don't get dressed...'
He snatched up the phone .." Matthew Crossman here" he said..already smiling...

The voice at the other end was not that of Bernard Katz,and Crossman frowned...

" Mr. Crossman.." The voice rasped " I belive you have a certian item in your possesion...one aquired from the Police station."
" Don't know what your talking about pal" Crossman said...putting on an air of bravodo..
" Don't play games with me Crossman.." the voice said.." I am well aware you have it..and..you will give it to me."
Crossman laughed..." Your mistaken friend...I don't know what your talking about.."
" If I do not recieve the DVD by tonight..you will be extreamly sorry Mr. Crossman." the voice said..
" I told you...I don't know what the hell your talking about." Crossman shouted " Now Feth off!!"
He pushed the disconect button cutting the voice off mid sentence..

" Pinkerton" Crossman said to himself..."or one of his stooges...thinks they can intimedate me."

Amanda appeared at the door again,a worried look on her pretty face " Everything ok Matty?" she asked..
" Yeah...teah I'm fine...just some ..idiot..." Crossman frowned glaring at the phone.
" Oh Matty.." the woman cooed.." Don't let it ruin your mood.." she giggled and dropped the bed sheet covering her to the floor.
Crossman smiled..." Oh it hasn't .." he said as he turned and embraced her.


Right,Crossman has made a call to set up an exclusive deal for the video...
He also recieved a call from Oliver...(who knows he has the DVD but can do nothing about it until sunset)
Crossman obviously thinks the call was from the cops..trying to bully him.

More to come on this later...

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote: No...I assure you..Jesus nor Budha will turn out to be the head(s) of the "Order of Hunters"....that much I can say for sure.

sorry about that, just watched 'South Park' the imagination land episode

But my real guess would be that they are vampires using the hunters to keep unnatural things under control. Its they after all that hand out missions if it just a sighting of a wolf, they'll let it slip, but if one goes on a rampage they use the hunters to take it down....or it could be a covert goverment organisation.

You'll see....

Hey FITZZ, gonna PM you an idea. It's evil, nasty, and just your style.

Under the direction of Lucas, Murry turned the van off the paved road and onto a poorly maintained dirt one near the field where they had first met.

The old van bounced its way down the pot hole ridden road as it entered a dense wooded area and disappeared into it. They rounded a corner and an old single story building came into view. It had obviously not been lived in in some time. The lawn was waist high and chocked with weeds, the shutters half hung off their hinges, and part of the roof had collapsed in on itself. Murry looked at the man in disbelief.

"You actually live here?" he said

"Indeed I do. Pull around the back and park the van in the garage." he said pointing.

Murry complied and backed the van into the slightly less rundown garage and killed the engine. Both men exited the vehicle and closed the swinging wooden door closed to conceal the van. Murry followed Lucas as he walked over to the side of the building and pulled open a storm shutter, revealing old stone steps leading down into the darkness.

At the bottom of the steps, Murry was surprised to find himself looking at a new thick gauge steel door with a biometric key pad. Lucas thumbed the pad and with a series of quick beeps, the lock disengaged and the thick heavy door swung inward revealing a brightly light interior.

Both men entered the basement, and once passed the door Lucas pushed the door closed with a solid metallic click as the lock automatically re-engaged.

Much needed to be done, and there was only a short amount of time to do it in.

(OOC: Just a quick IC before I head to class.)

Sean, only slight fazed by his younger siblings sudden appearance, ushered him and the young lady into the house, glancing left and right out of his front door before he closed it. Ryan lead the way through the house, already acquainted with the layout once before, and helped Holly, who by now was flitting in and out of consciousness, into a bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Ryan turned to leave, and saw his brother, watching him sternly from the doorway. Motioning silently, Sean guided Ryan back through the house to his study, it's panelled walls and leather armchairs giving the room a warm, comfortable feeling. Ryan sank gratefully into one of the chairs, and relaxed for several seconds, his eyes closed. When he opened them again, his brother was sitting opposite him, a scotch held in his hand.

"Who is she?" Sean said, breaking the silence.

Ryan responded by rubbing his eyes sleepily, and then spoke "You know when I came to you three years ago?"

Sean nodded, remembering that fateful day when he had turned up on his doorstop, a wreck of a human, barely alive, and soaked with crusting, dried blood.

"I promised to you, that I'd learn to control it, it would never ruin my life the way it did all those years ago. Since then, I've been travelling, but maybe four or so months ago, I really thought I'd like to settle down, and naturally, I thought of you, big brother, and the success you've made of yourself. I want in."

Sean smiled briefly, but his eyes were still hard, and serious.

"That may be, but you still haven't told me...why there is a young lady sleeping soundly in my guest room, wearing a bloody apron?"

Ryan rubbed his eyes again.

"Thing is, after...after all that...gak, all that gak that happened to me, I said I'd never change near people again, y'know? Stop myself from feeding. And it worked, very well. Except, except now the beast inside me is less of mutually beneficial relationship, and instead a fething caged animal. If I change now...if I change, I'm not in control any more. It's all animal. And that lovely young lady got too close."

"Oh you didn't...?"

Ryan nodded silently, no words to describe the tragic fate that was waiting for her.

"But....you said yourself, how is it possible she got near you, you only change when you're alone, away from civilisation..."

"I was provoked."

"Not a brawl..."

"No no! Was a vampire."

Sean stared in disbelief. Once he learnt of things that went bump in the night, suddenly a plethora of knowledge he had never known of before was suddenly opened to him. He knew that vampires existed as much as he did that his brother was a homicidal maniac who ate his victims.

"But...why? Why don't you just let it pass, I don't get the whole deal between you're kind and them."

Ryan waved his hand dismissively.

"Children. The vampire had drank to children dry, in front of their parents. There would be no way I was going to let that slide."

A sudden twinge in his back caused conversations to cease. Where Ryan had been shot was now emitting a quiet, but never the less audible ping. Frowning, Sean got up, and, after persuading Ryan to let him take a look, observed something very peculiar.

"Ryan, when you heal, does it flash red?"

"What? No, of course it doesn't."

"Well it looks like someone's tagged you with a traffic light then."

After several minutes of probing, and digging around in his brothers back, a small bullet shaped beacon, was removed from just under his shoulder blade. The two brothers looked at it inquisitively, wondering why anyone would fire something non lethal to werewolves, at a werewolf.

And all the while, the beacon carried on transmitting it's signal to hunters across Empire...

@ ghosty...

Nice one man...I wish I'd have thought of that.

Crossman exited the bedroom ,Amanda lay sleeping quietly behind him.
He walked to the kitchen and poured another glass of whine...finding himself mildly iritated at the call earlier..
As If willing it to do so...the phone began to ring.." Katz..gotta be." Crossman said picking up the phone.." Hello." he answered.
" Apparently we were...cut off during our previous converstaion" The rasping voice said with good humour..
" I told you...who ever you are..I don't know.." Crossman began
" Don't lie to me Matty Fatty...you don't lie very well unless theres a camera pointed at you.."The voice said.
" Matty Fatty" Crossman thought..he hadn't heard that name since jr. high...when he'd been a chubby kid...Matty Fatty was what all the kids had called him...taunted him with,even today...memories of that time bothered Crossman...so much in fact he was vigilant about everything he ate and went to the gym religiously..
" Don't call me that.." Crossman said...anger in his voice..
the voice on the other end laughed...a cruel mocking sound..
" This is what's going to happen..Matty Fatty.." The voice said " You will either leave the object I want In the phone both on the corner of Cherry and Oak by 7:00PM...Or you will not see the sun rise "
" Are you threatning me?" Crossman asked...now confused as to who might be on the other end of the phone..
" Yes...I am.." The voice replied.." Package...in the Phone both on the corner of Cherry and Oak street...by 7:00 PM...or else."
The line went dead before Crossman could reply....

" Was that Pinkerton?" Crossman thought to himself..." Surely a cop..a high profile Detective wouldn't be making death threats to a well know celebrity..It couldn't be him...could it?"
Crossman sat for a while thinking...an idea had begun to form...maybe it wasn't Pinkerton...maybe...just maybe it was the...people from the video...the...Werewolves..

Crossman paused...the journalistic side of his mind taking over...the Idea started to grow...
He rushed to his DVD collection and pawed through the discs...a copy of "An American Werewolf in London " falling at his feet...Crossman laughed as he switched the movie with the DVD from the police CCTV in it's sleave and wrapped it in brown paper...
He hastily scrawled the words "leave me alone!!" on the package with a sharpie and sat it on the coffee table.

He chuckled to himself...there would be a package waiting in the phone booth alright...and he'd be there ready to get even more footage...
" Wait until Katz see's what else I'll get for him.." Crossman thought to himself...his smile returning...

Well...Crossman has pulled the old switch a roo and will be placing a movie into the phone both as bait...hopping to capture even more "Werewolf action"...
Now...not being the hero type..Crossman will be calling the police and leaving a tip that the suspects from the slayings at the Police station will be at the location the package is to be picked up at...
He belives that the police presence will not only keep him safe...but may provide some "action"..

Now...I must insist that since Oliver will have no way of knowing that the package in the phone booth doesn't contain the DVD he demanded..but rather a copy of An American Werewolf in London,he must proceed as though the package contains the police station Video...

This situation is going to set up a major event.

Sergeant Barry Ellis sat in his small workshop,he'd consumed better than a half bottle of whiskey and still didn't feel in the least bit drunk,he laughed to himself wondering if people who'd gone crazy could still get drunk?
" Crazy...I've got to be.." he muttered to himself " Vampires..Werewolves...what's next?...the Creature from the Black Lagoon splashing around the pool at the YMCA?"..
But try as he might to convince himself otherwise,Ellis had seen what he'd seen...it was all real.
He stared at the clock on the wall and prayed that Pinky would get back soon..

Ellis walked over to his reloading equipment and carefully seated another silver slug into it's casing..examining his handiwork..Ellis smiled and placed the round among the others.
He'd managed to make two dozen rounds so far...half .45 caliber half .357,he'd stayed away from 9mm as he figured it best for the Silver to stay in the body and 9mm had a habit of over penetration...

He figured another two dozen rounds would be enough...after all...how many damn Werewolves could possiably be running around in the city,he thought about all the recent brutal slayings for a moment and decided that perhaps he'd make four dozen more rounds..."Just to be safe.." he said to the empty room.

Ellis Placed another of his ex-wifes silver tea cups into his smelting pot....smiling a bit as it begin to liquify ..." Well darling.." Ellis drawled.." Sorry you won't get that tea set back...but who knows...maybe I can get ya a fur coat.." he laughed at his own joke and sat down at his work table pouring himself yet another drink.
As he waited for the cup to completetly melt...he leafed through some of the items that had been removed from the Vampires body...Ellis was loathe to touch them..but pushed himself to remain as profesional as he could.
Looking over a crumpled and stained fold of papers..Ellis came across several interesting jottings...the name Pontius appearing a multiple of times along with several adresses..
He set the papers aside and made a mental note to show them to Pinky and that woman Vegas when they returned...he then returned to his reloading equipment,but not before he slipped six of the freshly made Silver rounds into his S&W .357..." You can never be to careful." Ellis said as he poured some of the liqud metal into moldings..

Just a quick update on the actions of our friend Sergeant Ellis..

Buzzing woke Andy up as he rolled over to answer it he fell onto his boots. He looked at the phone while scratching himself. Apparantly someone had tagged a wolf somehow and they got the location of the house it was in. It was time to roll.

He dressed himself in his gear, the stab vest hidden below a blue uniform, the uniform tucked into his boots. He looked like a plumber, good enough cover. Kara was already ready in the hallway while Andy affixed his favorite cap.

"So we're plumbers now?" Andy asked, tucking his revolver under his uniform.

"We even have a plumber van for this." Kara walked down the hall.

The two went downstairs into the kitchen carrying their automatic weapons in tool bags. The door to the cellar was locked, Andy banged on the door.

"We're leaving Hawthorne, have fun." Andy yelled through the door, he could hear some mumbling from behind it. The door to the garage opened and they looked at the cars, a white van in the middle sat there with its garage doors open. Kara pulled a magnetic plumbing sign from the back and slapped it onto the side of the van.

"Let's roll." Kara said as they sat in the truck, "Put the address into the GPS and we'll go."

Andy put the numbers in and the route was planned. He checked the rounds in his revolver to make sure he had silver loaded.

Ok last one for the night...just trying to tie up a few loose ends real quick...

Pinkerton sat in the car next to Vegas,a protesting ..but reasonably content Colt sitting in back as they drove through near lunch traffic..
It had taken Pinkerton much longer than expected to pacify Hospital Security,but he'd finally convinced them his story was on the leavel...

" So.." Pinkerton asked " Who's Hawthorne?" seeing how Vegas stiffened at the mention of the name.
It was Colt who answered from the back seat " A Vampire...but I'd guess you knew that already..He's been somewhat helpful ."
Vegas snorted disgusted laughter.." Yeah...real helpful..."
" I take it you don't care for him?" Pinkerton said raising an eyebrow
" You could say that.." Vegas replied..." He's the reason Colt almost died...twice."
" Well now...that's not the whole truth.." Colt said " I almost died cuase I got sloppy...at least the first time..second time would be your fault Pinky.."
Pinkerton nodded..." So...about Hawthorne.."
" He's a Vamp..." Colt said " But..he claims he doesn't feed on humans...I belive him becuase he doesn't seem to have the power a typical Vamp does..Doesn't have the look either."
" Ok so a vegetarian Vampire.." Pinkerton said
" No he drinks blood...just not while it's still inside people.." Colt said " Anyway...apparently..some Vamps...some seriously powerful Vamps want him dead.."
" Why?" Pinkerton asked.
" He's got a lot of information on them...and he's been talking.." Colt replied.
" Feth him...let the other Vamps have him." Vegas said under her breath.
" No...He's been useful...and I think he still will be." Colt said sternly..
" Ok...A Vampire snitch.." Pinkerton said " I'd like to know what he can tell you...us...about the crispy bastard I found this morning."
" Well we can ask him..." Colt said..
Pinkerton Nodded..." First we need to go back and check on Ellis...see how he's doing...then I need to contact the Station and see If this Nash guy has shown up yet.
Vegas nodded..."We're almost to you friend Ellis home now...you can check in from there and then we...you two can question that..Hawthorne."
Pinkerton nodded as they pulled off the highway and Towards the home of Sergeant Ellis.

Argh f**k.

Just returned, and I have seen what our old friend Crossman is doing.

Right now I am not sure if I wish to kill him so it never gets out, just steal the video somehow.

Because if nothing is done, we are all f**ked

[OOC - you still taking people on board for this FITZZ? - not done a RP here on Dakka yet, thought it might be a good place to start.]

I can't see why he wouldn't be.

IC:

"What should we do with it?" Ryan mused, somehow fascinated by the machinations people were going to in the hunt for his kind.

"Maybe we could, I dunno, disarm it?"

"Don't think that'd work, if it's already transmitting they know where I am."

"Maybe you could hide? I could feign stupidity, sayin' I found it in the street? Meanwhile you could be snugged up in the basement. "

Ryan nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

@ MDS..

I'd be happy to have you come aboard ,I will ask you to read the whole RP to familarize yourself with the story so far,,,but once you have ,feel free to make a character and join in.

@ Kais...

The urge to go after Crossman,though understandable...would probably be a mistake...he's sure to have set up some sort of contigence plan in the event of his...disapearance...remember...this guy is a slick little weasel of a man,who's obssesion with money and fame is only slight less than his desire for self preservation and his sneekiness..

Besides..Atlas would have no way of even knowing Crossman has the video...as he's been in the cave caring for Rose.

[OOC - Cheers, will have a full re-read, been semi-skipping till now.
I'll get some notes set and PM you what I'm thinking, plus do a summary one here that everyone can see and go in first post.

Will be sending that on Sunday though, as I need to have a quick think on where I want to go tonight, and I have my brothers wedding to attend tomorrow so won't be online.]

OK...No time for a big write up ATM...but just to bring everything up to speed,I'll cover a few things very quickly...

Concerning Pinkerton...He and the Nunters have returned to Ellis home,he's contacted Police HQ and spoken briefly Agent Nash...Informed Nash that he would arrive back at the station after Lunch (Pinkerton has been awake for over 24 hours and is colapseing)...Pinkerton is currently passed out on Ellis couch.

Ells showed the papers from Rasputians pockets to Pinkerton,Colt and Vegas...then passed out (the whiskey catching up to him)in a chair.

Nash is organizing Partols at the station and is eager to speak with Pinkerton...He has yet to few the video (remember Crossman has a copy)

Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:[OOC - Cheers, will have a full re-read, been semi-skipping till now.
I'll get some notes set and PM you what I'm thinking, plus do a summary one here that everyone can see and go in first post.

Will be sending that on Sunday though, as I need to have a quick think on where I want to go tonight, and I have my brothers wedding to attend tomorrow so won't be online.]

Sounds good ,I'll be looking forward to hearing back from you..

The van entered the neighborhood, nice enough looking on the outside. They saw their target house but getting in wouldn't be easy and of course there was the issue of going into a house, guns blazing in the day time. They would have to find a way in and then take care of business. The hope that no hostages were taken by the wolf also lingered in their heads. That's when they noticed the driveway of the neighbors house was unoccupied.

"Find out who lives there real quick." Kara said as Andy pulled out his phone and called information.

"Got it," Andy said while jotting down the address and information on a clipboard, "Joseph Parten, 522 Chestnut Way. We pretend to be on call, knock on the door to see if there are any hostages, if someone answers we'll just say that we were looking for his neighbor."

"If the big bad answers?" Kara asked.

"We put some holes in him," Andy looked into his toolbag and pulled out the AK-74 with the blade in the bayonet slot, "we can't take these in before we assess the situation."

The van pulled up to the curb and the two got out, Kara carried the clipboard with her. Everything looked legit and they hoped they could pull it off.

OOC: Will they pull it off, will they get told, will they lay some pipe? Only Fitzz can tell.

@ Nachos...

If Andy and Kara are tracking the transmiter that was dug out of Ghostys character...and are checking the house he's in shouldn't the address be " Sean O' Brian 522 Chestnut Way"??...or where they checking the neighbors address ?...

Any who...I'll give ghosty the oppertunity to do an RP ...but yes...the Andy/Kara+ Ryan/Holly/Sean situation WILL be an event...

Pinkertons eye's snapped open,he sat bolt upright taking in his surroundings, seeing he was in Barry Ellis workshop he relaxed...for a moment,he then looked at his watch..." Feth..Feth ..FETH!!" he yelled .
It was half past noon,he was supposed to be meeting with Agent Nash any minute..." Damn it.." He muttered snatching up his cell Phone and dialing the station...
" Empire Police Department..how may I direct your call?" the station opperater answered..
" Ellen?...is that you?...This is Pinkerton...Do me a favor and connect me with FBI Agent Nash.." Pinkerton said.
" Ohh...Hi Pinky...yeah he's been asking about you...give me one second.." Ellen said.
There was a series of clicks followed by a deep bass voice " Agent Nash speaking.."
Pinkerton imagined the owner of the voice at the other end of the line to be at least ten feet tall and roughly the size of a mack truck..
" Agent Nash." Pinkerton said ,attempting to sound wide awake and alert " This is Detective Pinkerton...Sorry for the hold up on our meeting...but I'm running down a lead on the case..."
There was a long pause,and for a moment Pinkerton thought they'd been disconected...then Nash spoke again..
" Well Detective Pinkerton...I certianly hope it's a productive lead...becuase as I understand it...most of your...leads have turned up sqaut.."Nash said sarcasticly.
" ...We've uncovered a few very interesting developments Agent Nash...developments I intend to let you in on upon my return to the station." Pinkerton said,doing his best to remain profesional.
" Well...that's certainly encourageing Detective " Nash said,that cocky tone still in his voice.." Allow me to share a certain development that's come to my attention since my ariveal..Sandra Casey is dead...murdered in her cell...and the priceless knife she was charged with transporting...it's missing" Nash paused.." Further More..oddly..none of your stations CCTV systems recorded anything...at all...strange...don't you think?"
Pinkerton felt anger boiling inside him and squashed it down " What are you getting at Nash..?"
" What I'm getting at is the fact that there's been multiple homicides within this station...including the murder of a prisoner who was connected with the trasportation of extreamly valueble artifacts....who may or may not have been with holding information" Nash said " Further More...it seems that the majority of victiams in the recent rash of homocides can be connected to either this Department...or one of two of your city's ...seedier establishments..to put it bluntly Detective...I smell an inside job concerning the murders in this station...with a high probability of Mob connection."
Pinkerton almost burst out laughing..." This bastard thinks this is the mobs doing?" he thought,but considered that ,had he not been privy to the information he had,he might make the same assumptions.
" I assure you Agent Nash...your barking up the wrong tree...if you bear with me...I'll be in your office by no later than 2:00...and ...I'll show you hat I've uncovered." Pinkerton said.
" 2:00 PM then...I'll be expecting you.." Nash replied and hung up..

" Jesus wept.." Pinkerton said rubbing his eyes.." He thinks it's the mob.."
Ellis,who'd awakened from his nap stared at Pinkerton and burst out laughing..." Since when do Mob hit's involve ripping peoples insides out?"
Pinkerton shrugged " It's the assumption he's making...plus...he belives some one...or some ones at the department are on the take."
Ellis frowned " That's no good...he'll have IA crawling in everyone's asses soon."
Pinkerton nodded " From the sound of him..he'll be leading the charge."
Colt spoke from a chair across the room " So...show this guy the video you were telling me about...it's about all you can do."
Pinkerton nodded.." Yeah...I know." he looked at Ellis..".how many round have you got so far?"
" ' Bout 4 dozen...I can do more." Ellis said
" No time.." Pinkerton replied.." Gather up what we got..." He looked at Colt and Vegas " I suppose we should go talk with this...Hawthorne fellow?"
Colt nodded and Ellis spoke up " Hey..since this guy Hawthorne is like a Vampire informant...maybe he can figure this out." Ellis handed Colt the papers he'd found on Rasputian.
" Guess we'll find out" Colt said standing with a wince of pain.

As the four walked to their cars,Pinkertons phone began to ring again...he clanced at the call ID.." Crossman?" Pinkerton said rolling his eyes.." What the hell does that clown want.?"

OK...Pinkerton has spoken to Nash,and things are not looking to good,Nash has his suspicions that Pinkerton himself may be on the Mobs payroll.
Pinkerton and Ellis,along with Colt and Vegas are on route to talk with Hawthore...in attempts to make sense out of the papers Ellis discovered.
And...Crossman is calling Pinkerton to "tip him off" about the phone booth package...

BIC:..........farming.................

Sky crawled in the car, er eyes were almost falling down. She had been up for far to long. Pinkerton crawled onto the passangerseat busy calling someone. She waited until everyone was in the car. "What happened to the body?" Ellis looked at her "Burned." Sky nodded and took it of her to do list. She started the engine and drove onto the street, Colt gave directions on where to drive. Sky had never been there, it was even the first time she heard about the place. Pinkerton closed his cellphone and rubbed his weary eyes. Things were not going well, how did Crossman get that video? He thought about his ations, he could inform Vegas but he knew they could just kill him to get what they want. Pinkerton was still a cop afterall. He decided to ring Nash again, telling him to have someone spy the phonebooth. Nash was not amused and wanted to know why. Pinkerton couldn't say it without looking like a crazy person. After a long time discussing Nash agreed. Pinkerton hoped something would come up; cause else he had just lost all his credit with Nash.

OOC: Is it good, Fitzz?

We're now heading to the farm......

@ Silly...

Not bad,I'm assuming everyone is on route to have a talk with Hawthorne .

Also...Crossman wouldn't admit to Pinkerton that he had a copy of the video...more than likely he'd elude to having some information that some of the "people" Pinkerton was searching for had contacted him and threatened him...wanting a "Package" delivered to the phone booth...but not telling Pinkerton what's suposed to be in the package...Crossman did ...after all..basiclly steal the video.

Anyway guys...there's all the set ups for the action...

Hunters/Pinkerton questioning Hawthorne..
Andy/Kara going after Ryan...
Nash and company setting up survailance on the phone booth...and Crossman hiding in the area trying to get footage...

I'm going to sit back and let everyone do some RP's and cook up some big events...

FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...

If Andy and Kara are tracking the transmiter that was dug out of Ghostys character...and are checking the house he's in shouldn't the address be " Sean O' Brian 522 Chestnut Way"??...or where they checking the neighbors address ?...

Any who...I'll give ghosty the oppertunity to do an RP ...but yes...the Andy/Kara+ Ryan/Holly/Sean situation WILL be an event...

They were looking at the neighbor's address. Sean would know that he didn't call the plumbers himself so Andy and Kara are pretending that they got the wrong address to see who answers.

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...

If Andy and Kara are tracking the transmiter that was dug out of Ghostys character...and are checking the house he's in shouldn't the address be " Sean O' Brian 522 Chestnut Way"??...or where they checking the neighbors address ?...

Any who...I'll give ghosty the oppertunity to do an RP ...but yes...the Andy/Kara+ Ryan/Holly/Sean situation WILL be an event...

They were looking at the neighbor's address. Sean would know that he didn't call the plumbers himself so Andy and Kara are pretending that they got the wrong address to see who answers.

Ahhh...ok gotcha..my bad.

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote: @ Nachos...

If Andy and Kara are tracking the transmiter that was dug out of Ghostys character...and are checking the house he's in shouldn't the address be " Sean O' Brian 522 Chestnut Way"??...or where they checking the neighbors address ?...

Any who...I'll give ghosty the oppertunity to do an RP ...but yes...the Andy/Kara+ Ryan/Holly/Sean situation WILL be an event...

They were looking at the neighbor's address. Sean would know that he didn't call the plumbers himself so Andy and Kara are pretending that they got the wrong address to see who answers.

Ahhh...ok gotcha..my bad.

Its perfectly alright, I wrote it when I was kind of tired so my presentation was probably off.

Is it too late to join? I most likely kill my character after a week though...

Player: Morathi's Darkest Sin
Character: Elizabeth Crawley - 'Scarlett'
Race/affiliation: Vampire
Physical Description: Tall at 6'0in, very much so for here birth era, was considered a bit of a freak by locals of her home town in 1470. Slim, athletic with long natural bright red hair that seems to glow with an deeper red, fresh after a feed.
Equipment: Various, her wealth allows her to access a certain ammount of items, of if desperate her supernatural abilities allows to take what she needs. She has access to Silver bullets just in case Werewolves want to interfere with her plans.
Backstory: The daughter of Lord Sebastian Crawley of Cambridge, born in 1450, she was turned into a Vampire in 1471 by Daniel Thynne. It was supposed to be some kind of punishment for her lifestyle at the time, but it only brought out the worst in her and she adjusted to her new 'life' a little too easily. In late 1680 she decided to leave England and made her way to Boston. She adjusted to life in America over the years, finding new ways to make money, during the changes of the Twentieth Century she found a new love of music and the media. She moved across several locations taking advantage of free love and the hippy revolution to check parts of the US she had not dared attempt to reach before. Music really captured her attention and she spent twenty years making a lot of money running a nightclub in Las Vegas. However other threats and news that an old rival had surfaced forced her to move on. She came to Empire City in mid 1989 and has quickly found a new home for herself within the shadows of the nightlife there.
Location/resources: Owns 'The Aphasia' Nightclub in Empire City. Has a hidden Sanctuary somewhere on the premises, also has a Haven elsewhere in the city.
Vehicle: Has a red 1974 Corvette Stingray Coupe
Other info: Scarlett hates being told no, it makes her angry when she doesn't get her own way. This has got her into trouble in the past, but she seems unwilling to learn from those mistakes. She also really hates Werewolves, sees them as walking furcoats.

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[OOC - have also posted a expanded version to FITZZ, and will wait for his say so before I attempt to join in ]

Welcome MDS, thats a nice char you have there

More meat for the grinder.

Jack the Ripper was a hunter you know.

http://www.gamespot.com/news/6232146.html

halonachos wrote:Jack the Ripper was a hunter you know.

http://www.gamespot.com/news/6232146.html

Whooo ..... looks interesting.

Isaac was still cruising around town, for two nights thy had seen feth all, this city was a waste. It was full of diesease and depression. It's inhabitants needed to dissappear, the sooner the better. Spotting a man on the corner of the street in the uniform of a police officer.
Suzie jumped out form the van, her hair was a mes and she was flailing around;
OFFICER, HELP ME!!
There, there lass, everything will be OK, Just tell me what happened in the van,
I can show you.
Suzie dragged the officer to the door. Hands, impossibly strong, reached out form the darkness of the van grabbing the officer by his shirt, pulling him into the van. Suzie climbed in after, the officer didn't even have time to scream

Well done suzie, you did well, now for this mortal's fate.Now Mortal you will tell me where this 'Pinkerton' lives
And what if i dont tell you, big man? Huh?
Then you will die in excrutiating pain wishing you hadn't been such a gakking feth head. First your left pinky, then i will move through all of your extra limbs untill you die in a pool of your own blood.
Longinus pulled out one of his shortswords and poised it above the officers pinky
Okay, Okay just dont hurt me, I don't know where he lives but Johnny does, he was in that alleyway.
Longinus enjoyed watching the officer cringe as Isaac removed all of his credentials and his side arm. The van van then rolled up to the alley way. Suzie and Isaac stepped out levelling their handguns at Johnny.
Step in the van or die piggy.
Johnny used all of his willpower not to rise to the insult but having three handguns leveled at him was a good enough motivator.
Well Johnny, where is Pinkerton's residence
Just tell him what he wants and we'll get out alive, he's a fething psycho

Longinus had fun watching the two officers squirm in the back. Now they were tied up and gagged.
where should we let them go?
[i]back where we found them, but right now they are a liability and will expose us as soon as they can
They tried to get away and scream from the madman and the woman approching them with what looked like surgical tools before passing out.
As they woke they couldn't see, why the feth couldn't they see. Johnny tried to raise a shout to passer bys but all that came out was soundless air.
(Longinus has cut out their eyes and their voiceboxes and left them with a note saying" To Detective pinkerton, this will continue to happen untill you are all gine, yours sincerly A. wolf)

Ryan contemplated his next move for a little too long. After all, he wasn't aware that there were hunters, closing in on him at the very moment. Too slow did he realise his folly, as he smelt gunmetal, and the steady heart beat of cold blooded killers on the door steps...

OOC: Just setting it up for the event.

@ MDS..I read your PM/Backstory and loved it...please feel free to continue here in the RP...

@ Larkin...Nice one,and would appearer Longinus is attempting to divert attention to the Wolves.

@ Nachos & ghosty..

Going to treat this encouter as a player event...
You both know the drill...

Nachos PM me with Andy and Karas actions...
Ghosty Pm me with Ryan,Sean and Holly (if any) actions..

NOTE:...This is not a combat situation yet...PMs will determine if it becomes a combat situation and I will do the write up Event leading to combat...

I'll then want your Pm'ed Combat actions.

Also,I'd like to quickly add ...to all "inactive" Pcs..I'd appreciate a PM letting me know if you plan to bow out of the RP...this way you or I can effectively kill your character off.

Now,of course I understand that life happens,but for those who haven't posted an RP in a few days...let me know what you wish to do..

The phone burst into life, the triple ring tone bouncing off the walls of the small chamber. It was pitch black inside the room, no light existed within the walls once the door was sealed. Elizabeth Crawley liked it that way. Slowly sitting up she groaned and tried to focus herself, the worst hangover imaginable was the best way she had heard 'day walking' described by one of her Vampire friends back in Las Vegas.

A thickness of self, like a shroud over your own mind, confusing you intially, making you slow to react, to move. Maybe a final joke cast upon them by an angry God. She didn't know, she didn't care, all that mattered was she was slow and sluggish during the day, and she hated it.

Lifting herself up into a sitting position, she felt the silk nightdress snag under her frame and she staggered to her feet, forcing the blood in her system to move, to help clear her thoughts. This would cause her to require some kind of substance a lot sooner tonight that she would like. Cursing under her breath, she brushed the long red hair out of her face, it had already grown to the length it was after her embrace many years ago, somewhere just short of the middle of her back. Angrily she did her best to ignore it, and grasped at the source of the unholy noise that echoed throughtout her mind.

She recognised the voice of her thrall on the other end, although she did wonder what she would have said had it been anyone else. Sandra would be at the Aphasia, or near to it. Elizabeth, or Scarlett as she refered to herself to everyone in Empire City had brought the two flats behind the Nightclub back in the nineties. Sandra lived in one, while Scarlett 'entertained' guests in the other. Her thrall was excited, with a hint of worry in her voice, something was troubling her. Scarlett listened carefully to the panicked words.

'That sounds like the damned wolves have finally lost their minds, are they looking to be seen by the media. the station, really. they didn't think that might cause them issues.' She said slightly annoyed, not entirely sure if this was something that required a 'day' call. If the damn fleabags wanted to wipe themselves out, that was up to them.

The excited voice continued to chatter down the line. As Scarlett listened she frowned and nodded slowly to herself.

'Hmm, that's a little more precise, almost surgical in its application, I would guess one of my fellows pulled that and I have a suspiscion I could guess who.' Even in her anger at the day call, it was entering her mind how dangerous this situation could be, if Werewolves exist, why not Vampires.

The voice quietly mumbled a few words.

'No, don't worry about it, The Aphasia will be fine, they all know to behave there, even Sindri, well before his ban. Just keep to the daily schedule Sandra and I'll be there after dark.'

Carefully placing the reciever back down onto the handset she walked through the darkness and flicked on the radio, turning the dial until the police channel burst into life. She had spent too long perfecting hiding in the nightlife of mortals, finding groupies who thought they where taking part in a game, or not even aware of they had been drunk from. Using drink and the atmosphere of a Nightclub to confuse the senses of her guests. It was the perfect hiding place, but if Werewolves, Vampires became common knowledge, then everything she knew was forfit.

Rubbing her temple, she walked over and fell gracefully onto the silk sheets of her bed. It was still a long while until she could look into the events of the previous night out on the streets, but even in rest she could acknowledge anything of importance to come over the Police chatter with her subconsious mind. She just had to hope that others also relaised how dangerous this situation could become, and although the thought troubled her, maybe she should even consider contacting Pontius.

...Excelent introduction RP MDS, really liking what your doing here.

Pinkertons cell phone rang again,he answered i t quickly and with some agitation...
"Pinkerton." he said,in a clearly iritated tone...his ealier brief conversation with Crossman having put him out of sorts.
" Detective Pinkerton.." the voice at the other end said " This is Agent Nash again...sorry to disturb you...but..I've just been informed an incident has occured at your residents.."
" What?..." Pinkerton said " What are you talking about Nash?...what sort of Incident?"
" Details are still a bit sketchy...but as I understand it..two bound and mutilated Patrol men were found on your doorstep" Nash said..
" What??.." Pinkerton almost shouted..."When?"
" Just a few moments ago." Said Nash " And appaently there was a warning attached ...directed at you...stating this would continue until you are all gone...that make sense to you Detective?"
Pinkerton paused,it did...but he didn't know if he trusted Nash enough to mention it...
" It was also signed ..." Nash Continued.." A. Wolf...that name ring any bells with you detective?"
" More than you know" Pinkerton mummbled..
" Say again Detective.." Nash said " I didn't hear you..."
Pinkerton sighed " Look Nash...I'll be in the office shortly...and..I'll fill you in on everything I know..everything."
" I'd greatly apreciate that Detective.." Nash said..
" Oh and Nash.." Pinkerton said " Organize a squad for an operation tonight...I have a feeling we're going to have a situation."
" What sort of situation? " Nash asked...but Pinkerton had already hung up the phone.

Pontius knelt in the center of a great pentacle, it's angles drawn in his own blood, the scribing taking most of the day. Another pentacle of a size nearly as large as the one he now sat within. The stilled tongue of Rasputin the Sage lay within, a bloody mist circling and coiling above the great pentacle. The Roman chanted in the tongue of forgotten Hypos, drawing his iron gladius across his powerful forearms as he did so, spilling more of his blood onto the floor. He slid the blade under the meat of his arm, prying it loose with a pained grunt. He drew a line across his face, peeling the flesh from his visage and revealing the gleaming bone beneath. After several more hours of flaying himself, the vampire stood naked in his ossified shell before the pentacle, his sloughed meat laying beneath him. Lifting the gladius above his head, he plunged it into his skull, cracking the brain pan with a loud crack. A red mist snaked from his jaws, twisting and roiling as it left his body as it clattered to the basement floor. The mist continued to rise, seeping through the crack under the door, and curling out into the air, seeping through the mouth and eyes of an unfortunate passerby. He gurgled as the mist took control, wearing him as armor against the hated sun. Climbing into his host's car, he drove off in the direction of Empire City...


Stepping out of the borrowed car, Pontius walked out to the phone booth, intent on the package within. Opening the door, he slipped inside, grasping the brown parcel.

Player Event...Part I....

Double checking their weapons, Andy and Kara cautiously approached the home form which the transmitor signal had come.
Kara looked at Andy and nodded.." Be ready for anything she said,Andy nodded in return..
With a sigh,Kara knocked upon the front door and braced herself...
Andy tilted his head,hearing faint voices inside...he reached into his bag and griped his weapon..

A moment later the door opened, a well dressed man smiled at the two.." Yes.." he said, a slight look of puzzlement on his face " Can I help you?"
Kara spoke in a calm and friendly manner " Evening sir..we're with Monroe Plumbing.." She smiled " Are you Mr. Joseph Pattern?"..
The man at the door offered a slight smile in return..." No...I'm afraid you have the wrong house." he said " Joe lives over there.." the man gestured to the house across the street.." Doesn't look like he's home though."
Kara made a huffing noise "Damn it..stupid dispatcher.." she said " Oh pardon me sir.." she faked embarasment .
The man smiled again " It's quite alright.."
" Sir..." Kara said " I wonder if I could trouble you to let me use your phone?...the company won't permit us to carry cell phones and I'd like to attempt to contact Mr. Pattern and see if he'll be returning soon....just so we won't be standing around waiting all day...and to hopefully avoid making another trip out."
The man at the doors smile vanished...he seemed to struggle with himself for a moment...then he sighed.." I suppose you can.." he said " But I must ask you to be very brief...my...wife is ill and I don't wish for her to be disturbed."
" We understand Sir...we'll be quick." Kara said..

Inside the house,crouched in the bedroom next to Holly,Ryan listened as the pair entered the house with his brother... He could smell the gun oil of their weapons ...Hunters for sure he thought.

" Thank you so much Mr..." Kara said offering her hand as she entered the house,Andy following close behind.
" O'Brian.." The man said glancing nervously about " Call me Sean please.." he shook Karas hand.."sweaty " she thougt " He's nervous about something."
" Phones right here " Sean said ,moving to stand in front of the door to the room in which his brother and the strange woman were hiding in.
" Thank you Sean" Kara smiled as she fake dialed and number and went through an improvised conversation with an imagined customer..

As Kara continued with the charade of the conversation,Andy glanced about the room...he noticed a small cloth covered in drying blood sitting on a table.." Wow..did you have an accident.Mr. O'Bryan ?" he asked Sean..fieghning Concern.

Seans eyes followed Andy's .." No..No...Just cleaned up a bit of Paint...that's all" Sean said quickly..." Finished that call have you?" he asked Kara.
Andy nodded " Paint my eye." he thought.." That's blood...and it's fresh.."
" Yes sir.." Kara said " Mr. Patterns said he should be back any minute..."
Sean knew this was a lie , his neighbor was out of town...he stiffened..

" You ok Sean?" Kara said.." You look a bit...strained...pale."
" Fine ..I'm Fine." Sean said..." Might have a touch of the cold my wife has is all."
" There's a wolf in this house ." Andy thought to himself..." Probably holding this poor guy hostage.." he noticed the way Sean kept blocking the door behind him..." In there " he thought

Kara spoke softly " Sean I was wondering...some of our associates lost a small device earlier...it looks sort of like this.." she presented a tracking device identical to the one that had been dug from Ryans body..." Have you ever seen one like this?"

Sean stared..his face blank and shook his head..." No...can't say as I have.." he said..

" That's strange...becuase...according to our equipment...theres a device like this one in this house.." Andy said..

Sean's face went white,he pushed his back firmly against the door.." I've told you I've not seen anything like it...now...just who are you people..?!!"

" Sean...It's ok...we can help you.." Andy said " Just relax and tell us where it is..." he and Kara begin to flank Sean,moving to opposite sides of the man..

" I don't need your help...nor do I want it" Sean yelled " No kindly leave my house..."

From the door behind Sean came a low growl...

" What's behind door number one Sean ?" Andy asked slowly advancing on the man..

" I've told you to leave!" Sean yelled again " Now do so before I call the Police..." his hand wraped around the handle of an iron fire poker nearby.

Andy glanced at Kara,who'd moved closer to the door...her hand sliding to her weapon.." Sean...I need you to step away from that door..." Andy said.

" Like Hell I will!" Sean said swinging the iron poker at Andy,who ducked and lunged for Sean wresteling him to the floor..

Glass shatered in the closed room and Andy turned to Kara as he attempted to control Sean's violent thrashing..." In There!!" Andy shouted " They're In There!!"

Kara kicked out at the locked door..knocking it from it's hinges...

What happens next?...stay tuned to find out...

For Nachos and ghosty...Kara has kicked the door open,Ryan had busted the window to escape and is halfway out...Holly had begun to panic and thus started to "Wolf out" (she's partialy transformed).
Kara has her weapon drawn and Andy is on the floor with Sean in a choke hold with one arm and his hand on his weapon with the other...

PMs Please.

@ Mordoskul...

Dude,great RP...and I honestly hate to do it...but...Crossman hasn't put the package in the booth yet...

He'd planned on doing it once he knew Pinkerton and the other Cops were there to "watch his back.."

(oooohh. Okaayy.... Alright, that's what I'm GOING to do when the time comes!)

Mordoskul wrote:(oooohh. Okaayy.... Alright, that's what I'm GOING to do when the time comes!)

Sounds good man....I'll set everything up and your RP will fit right in with the actions.

Nice, I await your post.

BIC:...........Farming.........

Sky drove up to the farm, there was nothing unusal about the place except for the trained eye. The open space would make attackers visible, the wire was twained with silver and there was an abundance of lightpoles. This wasn't a easy walkover for unnatural things. "At least one thing they can." Sky tought. Colt grumbled as he tried to get out of the Mercedes. Pinkerton offered to help but Colt ignored him. "All I need is a smoke to get myself going" he muttered. Sky smiled a concussion and a broken arm and some other minor wounds and here he was. Colt was an amazing guy, it also lifted her feelings to see him getting back to normal. The door of the farm crept open and a man walked outside holding a hunting rifle. "Can I help you?" Colt glanced at the new arrival. "Danny, is that your way of meeting an old friend." "Colt? Thats you?" The man lowered his weapon as he joined the group. "Didn't recognise you with all that plaster." Colt whiffed. "Whatever Danny, just know i could still take you on." Danny laughed. "Yea, still got a scar to prove that." Danny showed his leftarm where a scarr ran across his hands. "Ah, what is a man without a scarr?" "Completly true." Danny replied. "And is this your famous apprentice?" He said eying Vegas. "None of you bussines." Sky replied. Danny raised his hands "Don't worry, there are no such things as non network hunters, in my eyes." He said while giving her a fat wink. Pinkerton looked at the three hunters talking to eachother. Werewolfs were a natural thing now, how did it ever come to this. He remembered Vegas words from last night "Hunter" she had named him. He didn't knew why but it had given his life a meaning, now that he knew about these things he couldn't let them live. Colt smiled as Danny gave him a fresh cigarret "You're my savior."He thanked Danny while inhaling the smoke deeply. "Lets get inside, don't want to much people asking questions." Danny said pointing at Sky's ripped FBI vest. They followed him into the farm.

When her eyes had adjusted to the new level of light, she could see another hunter coming down. A sniper. She hadn't see him, it looked like not all network hunters were screw ups. The man nodded when she greeted him. "So why this suprise visit?" Danny asked laying a pint down foreveryone. Danny looked at him. "I've never seen you around here boy, who are you?" "I'm detective Pinkerton." "A cop?" Danny said looking around to confirm that what he had heared was correct. "Crazy times." He muttered and downed his pint in one gulp. "Well lets talk then." Danny said. Vegas stood up. "I'm gonna sit this one out guys. Can i sleep here?" "Upstairs." Danny answered. She walked to the first floor and saw a room full of bunks. She chose one that looked somewhat clean and fell asleep. The worries of the past day laying heavy upon her soul.

OOC: I'll leave the interogation to you Fitzz, cause i have no idea what information he gots.

Thanks Silly...I'll do a "Pinkerton" write up later tonight...

For now,Dice have been rolled for part II of the player event...and..I must say...things got brutal...

I'll be doing the write up soon.


EDIT:...@ Nachos and ghosty...blood was spilled on both of your sides BTW...the dice gods were not very kind...sorry.

FITZZ wrote: Thanks Silly...I'll do a "Pinkerton" write up later tonight...

For now,Dice have been rolled for part II of the player event...and..I must say...things got brutal...

I'll be doing the write up soon.


EDIT:...@ Nachos and ghosty...blood was spilled on both of your sides BTW...the dice gods were not very kind...sorry.

Blood for the blood God!!

Player Event ...Part II

... " Jesus...there's two of them." Kara shouted as she stared into the room,her eyes locking with the woman who stood nearest to her in the midst of transformation,her blue hair a tussled wild mane..her eyes glowing the color of burning coals in the dim light of the confined room,her nails growing to talons...her mouth..drooling hungrily..a chasm of fangs.
" Holly don't!" The man at the window yelled stepping back into the room.
Kara gritted her teeth and squeezed the trigger of her pistol,the shot deafening in the confines of the house...the round barely missing the skull of the woman..punching a fist sized hole in the wall behind her..
" Stop please...we don't want this!!" Ryan screamed advanceing on the woman who was correcting her sights...

Andy continued his struggle with Sean,attempting to protect his chin and aim his riffle at the same time..." Kara !! Take the fething shot!!" he bellowed at his partner as he saw the man in the room approach..
He rasied his weapon and fired at the same time Sean thrust his elbow forcefully into his midsection...

Andy grunted as he squeezed the trigger,firing a wild burst into the room beyond him...the she-wolf letting out a pained cry as a round grazed her arm.

" God Damnit get off me!!" Andy yelled bringing the butt of his riffle up into Sean's chin knocking the flaying man out...

Kara,shook her head..focusing clearly on the female wolf in front of her and squeezed her trigger once again...her aim perfect this time the round meant to pass right through the things heart...
" No!!.." Ryan screamed diving to protect the woman...the killing round striking her in the shoulder instead...another baying howl of pain filled the house as the woman began to fully transform..

Kara righted her aim...she would not miss again...she drew down on her target,from the corner of her eye she caught a blur of motion...the man...Bryan...he'd transformed as well,ebony claws flashed and Kara felt pain explode in her midsection as she was thrown high into the air by the beast.

" Bastard !!" Andy bellowed sighting on the male wolf and firing...a round punching through the beast stomach...it turned and roared...
Andy aimed at the Wolves head...and...Jammed...Damn it...he franticlly cleared the stove piped round..

In his wolfish form...Ryan eyed the two hunters....the beast wanted blood...the beast wanted flesh...with his last remaining ounce of humanity...he turned quickly grabbing the wolf that was Holly by the arm..
Behind him...Weapons fire roared once more as Andy and a crumpled Kara both opened fire.

A second round of burning silver passed through Ryan as he crashed with Holly through the window and into the night..

Andy rushed to the window...his weapon raised...but the targets had vanished..." Feth!!" Andy yelled...turning to check on Kara.

" They're gone...both of them.." Andy said in obvious frustration..

From where she had landed on the floor Kara raised her face to Andy..." Got me.." she whispered..a tear slipping down her cheek...

" What...?" Andy asked in disbelief...

" I said.." Kara raised a bloody hand towards Andy..." It got me..."

Between the protective plates of her hidden body armour...blood trickled from the place where Ryans claws had punched into her side.


...There it is guys....

Grim on both sides of the fence...

Ryan has taken two wounds..
Holly has taken one..
Sean is knocked out...and basicly a prisoner now..
Andy is unharmed..
..and lastly...Kara...poor Kara...has been clawed by a Werewolf..

Ok...I'll be doing the Pinkerton/Hawthorne write up later...as well as setting up the "phone booth" event...

Look for a bit of intrigue and back stabbing in the very near future...

@ Ghosty and Nachos....hope neither of you are to disapointed in the outcome of your event....I meshed the PMs you both sent for actions,added a bit here and there for story sake and let the dice fall...

Ok...I'll be doing the Pinkerton/Hawthorne write up later...as well as setting up the "phone booth" event...

Look for a bit of intrigue and back stabbing in the very near future...

@ Ghosty and Nachos....hope neither of you are to disapointed in the outcome of your event....I meshed the PMs you both sent for actions,added a bit here and there for story sake and let the dice fall...

Andy stared at Kara's side, blood darkened the already dark blue of the uniform. The question of infection lingered in Andy's mind and he didn't know what he wanted to do. He put his arm around Kara's back and began to lift her up to take her to the van. He slowly eased her into the truck and he went back inside the house to get Sean. After loading the unconscious man into the back Andy began to drive back to the farm. Kara clenched her side in pain as the truck bumped along the road.

"You know how this is going to end." Kara said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah," Andy was still in shock, "yeah... I know, it doesn't end well."

"So what, what are you going to do?" she stared at Andy who bit his lower lip and shrugged.

"I guess we'll deal with it at the farm." Andy said, "See if you're infected..."

"You know I am." Kara cut him off, "You know what happens."

"Maybe it..." Andy started.

"That's how it works." Kara shed some tears, "That's the way its always worked."

"We'll deal with it at the farm." Andy focused back to the road, intent on getting there as fast as possible.

Pinkerton sighed and looked at the man named Danny..." The first thing I'd actually like to do is talk with this...Hawthorne...from what I understand...he seems to have some inside information...information that might be helpful."
Danny eyed Pinkerton..." Hawthorne's a vamp...you know that right?" he said
" That's what I've heard..." Pinkerton said.." But according to Colt here...he's a Vamp that ...well...informs on other Vampires...My buddy Ellis here and myself found a Vampire nailed to a cross and burning in the sun this morning" Pinkerton said " Found these papers on the remains." He passed the pages to Danny who scanned them.." And." Pinkerton continued..." I thought Hawthorne might know what some of this scribbling is about.."
Danny had gone pale " Pontius..god damn." he muttered and stared at Pinkerton..." I can't translate everything here...but I damn sure know who Pontius is..." the old Hunter revealed a large crooked scar on his chest.." He's am ancient...a king among his kind...if he's here...then we have real trouble...more so than any pack of Werewolves."

Pinkerton stared at Danny..." Then perhaps you should let me speak with Hawthorne."

Several minutes later Danny,Colt and Pinkerton entered the area where Hawthorne was being held...Pinkerton stared for a moment ...he'd never seen an actual Vampire...well...at least not one who wasn't in the process of being fried alive..
Hawthorne rose from his chair and glanced over the humans in front of him..." You gentlemen appear troubled " he said with a slight smile " Can I perhaps be of some assistance?"
" Your Hawthorne ?" Pinkerton said..
" Nigel Hawthorne I am." the Vampire bowed slightly "...and you must be the intrepid Inspector Pinkerton."
" Detective..." Pinkerton corrected "...How do you know who I am..?" he said,his eyes narrowing.
" Ahhh Detective then.." Hawthorne said..." Your reputation proceeds you...many with whom I have...encounterd have spoken of you...some most harshly I must sadly inform you."
" Would a Vampire named Pontius be among them?" Pinkerton asked
Hawthorne grimaced slightly at the mention of the name.." Hmmm...I am indeed familar with that name Detective...though many a night I've wished not to be.."
" Is he your....master?" Pinkerton said pausing to find the right words to express what he ment and finding none.
" Indeed not...I am an..Investor of sorts Detective...I've handled some of his business affairs in the past..." Hawthorne grimmaced once again "...And ..briefly...at least from my perspective ...found myself in the posistion of being his...caterer"
" You mean you brought him victiams?" Pinkerton said..
" I mean I ...arranged meals" Hawthorne corrected...making a dismissive gesture with his hands "...as I said ...that was some time ago."
" So...where is he.." Pinkerton asked..
Hawthorne looked at Pinkerton and chuckled..." A better question my good Detective would be...where isn't he..?...In my capacity I invested Millions for Pontius...to put it rather bluntly my dear Detective...he owns a large portion of your fair city."
Pikerton's mouth fell open involuntarily.." He what..?"
Colt and Danny also seemed shocked by this revelation.
Hawthorne simply smilled and nodded " Pontius is an ancient...he is wise and cunning beyond your comprehension...and he is more dangerous than you could even began to imagine..with his resources...he could be in any of several dozen areas in this city...and those are just the ones I know about."
Pinkerton thrust his notebook at Hawthorne..." Fine...write them all down then...every place you can think off.."
Hawthorne chuckled..." Oh..I will Detective...I will...but first...I must insisit on an agreement for my benefit.."
" Such as.." Colt said from behind..
" I help you now...and you release me...providing me with sufficent funds and transport to leave this country and establish myself else where." Hawthorne said " Pontius...and his fellows will seek my head for aiding you...I don't plan to make it easy for them."
Pinkerton exchanged glances with the Hunters...then nodded.." Agreed " he said " before you make your list" Pinkerton added handing Hawthorne the papers found on Rasputian..." What can you tell me about this?"
Hawthorne read for a while...his face going paler than usual..." Oliver..." he muttered ..." staring up at Pinkerton..." Detective...forgive me for my lack of tact....but I doubt you'll live long enough to ever find Pontius."

Some time later Pinkerton and the two Hunters emerged from the room,Ellis,who'd been sitting at the table making small talk with several other men stared at Pinkerton.." So...what did you find out?" he asked.
Pinkerton rubbed his eyes.." Lots...lots of locations to check out..and...I now know a Vampire called Oliver Lane...who is some sort of asasian is hunting us...everyone involved in the case...it's a good bet he's the one who killed Phillips...Canturberry too...probably Sandra Casey as well...and god alone knows who else.."
Ellis ran his hands through his thinning hair " Jesus Pinky...Werewolves and Vampires declare war on the Empire City police department...why?"
" We just got in the way.." Pinkerton said..." Seems this is about controlling ...feeding grounds...a...war between the species..we're just ...meals who kno too much.." Pinkerton snorted a laugh.
" So...what do we do ?" Ellis said.
" I'm going to contact Nash.." Pinkerton said..." I'm guessing it was this Lane that contacted Crossman...he knows that bastard has a copy of the video from the station..and want's him to leave it in a phone booth on the corner of Cherry and Oak.."
" Wait...Crossman told you he stole a copy of the video?" Ellis said
" No....But...Given what Hawthorne told me...it must be what they want from Crossman...the Vampires don't want their...food in a panic...they want everyone nice and easy to take...the video would cause them too many ...feeding problems.."Pinkerton surmized .." From there I just added in what a low life Crossman is...and figured...that the video had to be what they were demanding from him.."
" So you contact Nash...and.." Ellis prodded..
" Set up a stake out on Oak and Cherry....watch the booth for pick up.." Pinkerton said..." Plus have him help organize searches of all these areas..." He showed Ellis the list of Addresses Hawthorne had given him.
" Holy gak...Pinky...Vampires own all of that.." Ellis said.
Pinkerton nodded..." All that and more...Hawthorne didn't know half of their true assets....He turned to Danny and Colt..." I'd really appreciate any help you guys can give us.."
Colt laughed.." Well ...basicly...your helping us...this has been our fight a lot longer than it's been yours."
Pinkerton nodded and dialed Nash. ...

Whew...Ok...Pinkerton no knows about Oliver,knows dozens of properties owned by Pontius and other Vampires...and Is mobilizing squads with Nash to search various locations.
They've also set up a stake out at the phone booth and Pinkerton has contacted Crossman and told him to place the package in the booth at 6:00 PM sharp...( I'll be doing that write up later...as I have a surprise I'm going to toss into the mix.)...

Andy pulled the van into the garage, Kara had began to bleed onto the seat and looked pale. Sean remained in the back of the van unconscious. He stopped the truck and removed the keys from the ignition. He scrambled to the passenger side and removed Kara from the seat, she groaned in pain as her feet hit the floor. He carried her inside the house.

"What the feth happened?" Danny spit some coffee out as he saw Kara's wound.

"Wolf got her when we were investigating a tracking device." Andy told Danny as he shifted her weight onto Danny's shoulders.

Colt and Vegas were there with several others and they all looked at what was unfolding. Andy didn't have time to talk to the others and he went back out to get Sean from the back of the van. The man had began to wake back up when he opened the van's rear door. Andy looked at the man with hate and climbed on top of him to deliver a jab to the man's face. The van made a thud as Sean's head bounced off of the van's floor. Andy carried the man indoors.

"What the hell are you doing? Who is that?" Pinkerton said aloud.

"The wolf's best friend." Andy sneered as he walked past the detective.

"You guys just take whoever you want?" Pinkerton said in shock.

"You don't know the half of it brother." Andy tossed Sean in the basement with Hawthorne, "Hawthorne, don't you fething touch him, he's mine."

Andy walked to another room where Danny was looking over Kara and closed the door as he entered.

"She's infected you know." Danny said while holding her hand, "Your partner got infected by a werwolf."

"I know, there were two of them and..." Andy tried to explain what happened.

"That doesn't matter now boy-o." Danny still sat down looking at Kara, "Something happened and she suffered from it."

"I was tied up with the feth head I threw in the cellar with Hawthorne." Andy said, "She kicked open the door and surprised a wolf."

"And what happened." Danny asked.

"She hit one of them and I hit the other." Andy said.

"Where are they then?" Danny asked.

"They got away." Andy replied.

"You let them do this and then let them get away?" Danny was mad, but tried to cover it for Kara's benefit.

"I know what's going to happen to me." Kara said weakly, "Can't we just get it over with?"

"If its what you want." Danny said softly while pulling out a syringe with a silver solute, "Any last words or anything?"

"I'm going to miss you Danny." Kara teared up, "I know its hard for you, but please do it."

Danny took the syringe and pulled in some air before injecting it into Kara's arm. It would create an air embolism to kill her, the silver was just in case. He put the syringe down, holding her hand the entire time, and then used his free hand to feel her pulse. It quickened slightly before stopping completely.

Danny sat there for a few minutes before standing up and walking towards Andy. He grabbed Andy by the shoulder and Andy could feel his fingers digging into it.

"You know what you have to do," Danny began, "you let her down. You let her down and she died because of it. You let her killers get away and let me down." he pointed his finger into Andy's chest.

"I know, and I'll get it done." Andy said quietly, "I'll make sure they pay for what they did. I'll flay them alive and make 'em into slipper for you."

"Not good enough." Danny said while returning to Kara's side, he would stay the night at her side to make sure she didn't come back. Andy looked down and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Anger welled inside of his chest as he approached the cellar and turned on the lights. Hawthorne swore in the corner about the lights being so bright. Andy was focused on Sean.

"Colt, Vegas," Andy said politely, "take Hawthorne somewhere and watch him. I have business with this guy."

Colt nodded as he motioned for Hawthorne to leave the cellar. Hawthorne walked out into the kitchen and was seated at the table with the two hunters and in front of the police.

"What are you going to do to that man?" Pinkerton asked, "Torture him?"

"You don't know the half of it brother." Andy smiled as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

"Have fun then." Pinkerton said through the now shut door.
.....................

Andy looked over Sean, "You're going to tell me everything you know you sack of crap." he said as he kicked Sean in the side.

Sean moaned as he was awakened by the force of the kick. Andy continued to kick Sean in the ribs. "Tell me everything!" he yelled.

"Feth off." Sean replied.

Andy took a pair of pliers off of a shelf on the wall, "Wrong words friend." Andy straddled Sean and pinned his head to the floor. He put the pliers into Sean's mouth and began to pull a molar out of his jaw.

Sean screamed and tried to push Andy off of him, but Andy remained over Sean and pulled a molar out of his mouth. Blood began to pour from the empty socket and the metallic taste filled his mouth as he watched Andy examine the tooth he had pulled from Sean's mouth.

"31 more to go," Andy waved the tooth in front of him, "unless you want to walk."

Sean closed his mouth in defiance. Andy pinched Sean's nose until he opened his mouth and the cold steel of the pliers returned once more in search of another tooth.

...Getting a bit brutal huh Nachos?...

Just for story sake...Pinkerton would most likely have no problem with Andy beating the feth out of anyone connected with Wolves or Vamps...the poor Detective has seen a dozen or more fellow officers die because of them and wouldn't give a gak if you "Violated" their " Rights."

FITZZ wrote: ...Getting a bit brutal huh Nachos?...

Just for story sake...Pinkerton would most likely have no problem with Andy beating the feth out of anyone connected with Wolves or Vamps...the poor Detective has seen a dozen or more fellow officers die because of them and wouldn't give a gak if you "Violated" their " Rights."

Fixed, oh and it only gets worse.

BIC:………..Farming…………………..

It was cold, her breath made small swirling clouds. Sky clenched her arms around herself, trying to maintain some warmth. She looked around and noticed she was surrounded by darkness. She didn’t know where she was, leaving the safety of her spot she crawled in the shadows. The cold grew, it already started biting her fingers. She persisted knowing that she had to do something. After an eternity of fumbling through the dark, her body was brittle like ice. Tears appeared around her eyes, sky was losing hope. Just on the brink of succumbing to the darkness she felt something. Her hands grabbed the thing. Jeans. She looked up at the dark figure who grew a part of the trouser. The stark face of her father looked down on her. She could almost feel the look of disappointment.. “Father?” she whispered trough here frozen lips. The man produced a faint smiled and let his righthand going around her face.his lips formed the words ‘I love you’ but the sound didn’t reached her eyes. Hawthorne appeared behind her father. He licked his lips as fangs slipped out of their chambers. “No!” she cried trying to push him away. She couldn’t move it felt like all her dark thought pressed her down. Her father was gone instead of him Colt stood there. Smoke flowing out of his mouth like a never ending steamboat. He saluted her as more smoke broke free from his lips. Sky coughed as oxygen started to turn in smoke. In the haze she saw Hawthorne grabbing colt and biting him in the neck. The sound of piercing flesh cringed through the air. Colt cried silent his tears turning in to smoke. Hawthorne grinned as he pulled Colt behind him in the darkness. Hate boiled up inside of her, she used it to get out of her passive stance. She ignored the pains of her body as she followed the trail of smoke. Her lunges sputtered as oxygen started to disappear. With her last bout of strength she pushed herself forwards. The smoke was gone. Heavily breathing she glanced around. Nothing. Only darkness and cold. Sky crawled into a little ball. Her body began to get numb. The cold spread threw her body. Sky smiled and excepted the cold in her heart. The cold streamed in her heart taking all the warmth out of it. Her body was one pool of stone cold nothing. She laughed in the darkness. The fear was gone. A little girl appeared out of the shades, blue hair floated in the sky. Blood dripped from her side. She held her pearl white arms out in front of sky. “I found you.” The little girl said with a bright grin.

Colt looked down on Sky. She had been turning in her bed all the time until recently she calmed down. Colt was relieved, he couldn’t do anything about bad dreams. They were a part of the hunter. He softly kissed her on the forehead. No one was going to hurt her. Sky grumbled in her sleep when Colt pulled the sheets over her upprbody. Screams of agony came from below, he leaned forwards trying to understand was she was whispering. The only thing he clearly heard was “Holly.”

Nice Silly...very nice...Like the connection your building there,

FITZZ wrote: Nice Silly...very nice...Like the connection your building there,

Thank you.

RP:

Atlas stalked the streets of the city, not allowing himself to be seen by anybody. He had saved Rose from certain death, and then he told her he would be gone for a little while, as he had to do something. Why should he kill the strong, when he can dispose of the weakest first? That was the basis on which he formed his plan.

He came across a block of flats when he came out of the alleyway, and checked for cops before moving to enter the building. The lights were still on, and just about everybody was still awake,. That was good. He would have an easy job now. Blood would be spilt.

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Atlas chopped the baseball bat in half, and watched as the terrified man dropped the other half of it. He screamed for help, but noone was alive to hear his screams. Atlas plunged his claws into the mans head, before using his other hands' claws to chop his head off, the blood staining the wall and the carpet. Atlas chuckled.
For a moment, Atlas wondered how he had become so cruel over the last few weeks. Was it because of him being treated as a monster, or perhaps because he had realised the cruelty of life, and that this was an easy way to deal with it.
He wiped the thoughts from his mind, and proceeded with his "work".

*******

Atlas stepped back, and admired his piece of art, before turning to leave the room, and return to his cave with Rose.

On the wall, he had written, in ghastly red blood,

"MORE WILL COME!"

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Atlas there, becoming quite bloodthirsty, sorry for quality of work, but this is a quick RP just before my slumber...

Just going to point out now, Holly hasn't got no manga 'natural blue' hair - she's died if, being a bit of a rebel n' stuffs.

But I guess she may have started when she was younger.

It's all good.

ghosty wrote:Just going to point out now, Holly hasn't got no manga 'natural blue' hair - she's died if, being a bit of a rebel n' stuffs.

But I guess she may have started when she was younger.

It's all good.

Perhaps,since Vegas was dreaming,her subconscious was creating a "composite Holly",combining features of her both as a child and as an adult...???...Just a thought.

ghosty wrote:Just going to point out now, Holly hasn't got no manga 'natural blue' hair - she's died if, being a bit of a rebel n' stuffs.

But I guess she may have started when she was younger.

It's all good.

I know, but is a part of her char now, its how we see eachother. Will make it easier....... you know what.
And besides who never had a dream that somehow was true.

edit; also like Fitzz theory ..;

Isaac drove round to the stret adjacent to the adress where Pinkerton lived. Climbing out of the van he and the two others pulled on the bland dark hoodies Isaac had purchased ffrom a convience store half an hour ago. They skirted around the houses and into 'pinkys' garden. breaking down the back door as quietly as they could. Suzie quickly found the staircase adn at the top was a abthroom and a bedroom. Calling the others up they all filed into it now to wait....

(PM Sent Fitzz)

@Hlaine Larkin mk2

Keep in mind, if you fail, Pontius and Oliver will be PISSED!.

Fair play.

An hour had passed since the fight in Seans house. Since then, Ryan and Holly had been running constantly, the spark of humanity within Ryan spurring him on, forcing him to put Holly in front of Sean. It pained him to do this, but logically, the hunters wouldn't murder a human... hopefully.

They had both changed back, and, resting against a tree, Ryan caught his breath. It was short, ragged gasps, but he was managing. All the same, he needed to remove the Silver bullets soon, before it's poison spread. Holly, conscious she was now completely naked, her clothes tearing away in transformation, was sitting nearby, her back to him, to prevent Ryan catching a glimpse. She was nervously investigating her own injury, the bullet graze on her arm. It would be healed before the dawn, the silver hadn't infected the wound, thus not preventing coagulation.

Ryan too, explored his injuries. A bullet to the stomach. An injury that would put a human down for the count, simply made his midsection ache for a day or two. He was lucky, the shot had passed clean through him, and his flesh was knitting back together. His other injury though...

Shoulder wound, just under the shoulder blade, again. It felt warm, and painful to the touch, indicating the round was still embedded. He couldn't reach it, and so, careful not to embarrass Holly by looking at her body, politely coughed. She turned round, and blushed.

"Ugh, sorry." Ryan mumbled, crossing his legs.

"Can you give us a hand? There's a bullet...in my back. I can't reach it."

Holly, watching him sceptically, nodded. Afterall, he had thrown himself in the path of a bullet for her. He turned, and, revealed the wound. Holly reached into the fist sized hole, and carefully began to feel around the bloody casm for the round. She withdrew her hand suddenly with a yelp, and sucked her finger.

"Careful, Silver burns."

Holly put her hand back in again, and, after some difficulty, and no small amount of pain for both her and Ryan, the small, silvery bullet was pulled free, and discarded.

"Your turn."

Holly nodded again, seemingly mute from the shock that had been caused by what had transpired in the last hour of her life. Ryan was less careful, it was more of a case of pushing his fingers into her injury, grabbing what he had came for, and removing it with a yank.

They sat together, resting their heads against the hard bark of the tree, and, in a fashion, became relaxed with each others company.

As dawn broke across the countryside, the light blazing it's way across the golden wheat, they stirred.

"C'mon, we have to get back to Sean, see if he's ok."

"Won't he be?" Holly said, supporting Ryan, who was weak from blood loss.

"I can't imagine they'd do anything to him... they're fething hunter bastards. All they care about is eradicating our kind. Genocidal nazis..." he almost spat, obviously harbouring a grudge from his previous years.

"But why do they...y'know, hunt...us?" The last word was the hardest for Holly, but she was coming to accept what she had become. Already the smells and sights, previously unnoticed, were assailing her senses, and she was enjoying her new found strength.

"Because we're given a bad name by most of our species. We hunt, we feed, and we kill. Full moon we never have control, and we go for pretty much anything that smells like dinner. And believe me, everything smells like dinner on a full moon. Thing is, most of our species likes to abuse their power, by going after rarer meat."

"Like what?"

"Your proof."

Holly stopped, and stared. The wheat flowed around the two like an ocean, isolating them completely from the world.

"We...eat people?"

"I don't. Or I'm trying not to. It's something your going to have to come to terms with Holly, whether you like it or not. You're going to start to feel pangs nearer the Full moon, and suddenly, your school friend, whose sitting by your bedside in hospital, keeping you company, suddenly looks very appetizing. I've never met another wolf who doesn't fine pleasure in ripping out a humans throat, so far, I'm the only one who feels shame for what I've done."

"I'll never attack a human, it's monstrous!"

Ryan let out a short, mirthless laugh.

"Wait till the Full moons passed, then we'll see where your prejudices lie."

They carried on walking in silence for several minutes, Holly sulking several steps behind him, idly plucking heads of wheat as she passed, mercilessly skinning them of their seeds.

"Wait."

Holly stopped.

"Can you feel it?"

"No, what?"

"I think someone's driving towards us. I can hear a truck, and I can smell a person."

Holly and Ryan both flattened themselves onto the ground, and sure enough, seconds later, a Farm vehicle came into sight over the ridge. It was heading straight for them...

Event Set Up....

Matt Crossman sat at his computer,his cell phone in hand...on the end of the line Bernard Katz listened attentively...
" Matt...I appreciate your trying to hit it out the park with a huge story here....but..C'mon...you expect me to belive they're Werewolves in Empire City?" Katz chuckled.
" Just hang on 2 seconds Bernie" Crossman said .." I'm sending you a segment of the video I have right now..." with that,Crossman downloaded 15 seconds of the carnage at the police station and sent it to Katz via secured link,the video cutting off just as the woman begin her trasnformation...her face contorting and elongating into a wolfish visage in the last 3 seconds of the clip.

Crossman sat silently...knowing Katz was watching the clip over and over again,finally...Katz spoke.." My God Matt...is this for real?"

Crossman smiled " It's real,and what you have is just a drop in the bucket of the footage I have in my possesion.."

Katz paused for a moment..." I want you to fly out here as soon as you can...first thing in the morning..we've got a lot to discuss."

Crossman's smile widened...He could literaly smell the cash rolling in..." I'll be there...and Bernie...after tonight...I may even have more for you.."

Katz laughed " Your going to be a very wealthy man my friend..."

Crossman hung up and dialed Pinkertons number....

"Pinkerton.." Came the voice at the end of the line...

" Detective...it's Matthew Crossman...I've got everything ready to go...and I'll be placing the package in the Booth at 6:00 PM...just like you said I should...but...you guys better be there...and you better watch out for me.."
" Crossman...I don't want you anywhere near that Corner after you make the drop.." Pinkerton said.." The...people we're dealing with are dangerous....more than dangerous...they're...psychotic."
Crossman smirked..." I'll get clear Detective....but I won't go far...this is news...and I plan to be there to get what ever story there will be..."
" Your a bigger fool than I thought Crossman.." Pinkerton said " Your playing with your life..."
" My life is going to be fine Detective Pinkerton...I assure you of that" Crossman said..." See you at 6:00 PM"...he hung up before Pinkerton could reply.

Crossman glanced at the clock...4:30 PM...He just had time to get down to the studio at Chanel 5 and have Izzy fit him with a concealed Mic before he'd need to head for the drop,he stood and slipped on his jacket,placing the package containing the fake DVD in one pocket and the sleave with the real video in the other...after a moments hesitation he added his small snub nosed .357 revolver..."Just in case" he muttered.

He considered waking Amanda...but decided against it...she'd e up when he got back and they could celebrate before his trip to see Katz in the morning..snatching his car keys off the counter,he left his appartment.

As the front door closed and locked,the woman on the beds eyes flicked open...the good natured,if dim demenour gone...replaced by a look of calculating cunning..she glanced towards the door,a slight look of disgust passing over her face...in one fluid motion she was up from the bed,not bothering to dress...and scooping up he purse,pulling a small cell phone from inside...she dialed quickly and waited for a response...


Well...seems like Amanda isn't who she appears to be...who's the call going to...wait and see.
Also...Katz now has a 15 minute segment showing the beginings of a "Werewolf" transformation...

As for the event....Crossman will be dropping the package soon,under the watchful eyes of the combined FBI/Empire Police dept. forces..

...but...expect some "uninvited guest" as well....

Is 4.30 pm the official time now?

sillyboy wrote:Is 4.30 pm the official time now?

Yes...Official Game Time is 4:30 PM...oh...and as a second matter of interest ...Full Moon is in three days..

The truck rolled to a stop less than twenty metres from where Ryan and Holly were hiding, and a man, in his late 50s, wearing farm overalls, and smelling strongly of axel grease, dropped out of the vehicle, his heavy boots crunching heavily on the dry soil. The man casually leaned back into his truck, and pulled out a shotgun, and cradling it in his arm, began to advance on their position.

"gak, he's coming straight for us!" Holly whispered urgently.

"I think he knows we're here."

Holly stood up so suddenly that it made even Ryan jump. God knows how the Farmer must of reacted, but a second later, he stood up to, and standing side by side with holly, completely naked, with a now leering old man staring at them, they attempted to create a cohesive lie to escape from the situation they were in.

"Um, hi... we're a bit..."

"Lost."

Yeah, we're lost, and we need some clothes."

Holly was painfully aware of the man's eyes taking in every inch of her exposed body. Their lie was obviously going to fall short. They were both battered and bruised, and deep scars from where the life changing savaging occurred. If he saw the bullet holes, he didn't seem surprised, but the Farmer, eventually, after several awkward, silent seconds, nodded slightly.

"Y'all get in the back of the truck, I'll see if the missus has something in your...size."

They complied, and sat on the flatbed, as they were driven back across the field.

"Think he's ok?"

"He's a perv. Quicker we're out of here the better."

Ryan laughed.

Eventually a small farm came into view, and the truck slowed down, pulling into one of the large, open barns. It was all so similar, and Ryan recalled what happened when he was a child. Ever since then, Ryan was justifiably cautious around buildings which used trodden in faeces mixed with straw as a carpet.

"Y'all stay here, back in a moment." The farmer said, and then, quite casually, strolled off across the farm yard, whistling to himself.

"Like we'd move" Holly said, eyeing the suspiciously brown and sticky floor.

Agent Nash sat calmly at the desk,staring at the computer screen...behind him Agent Stollie paced back and forth ,ocasionally glancing at the screen himself..." This is some sort of joke...or cover up.." Stolie quipped ..It has to be."
Nash shushed him for the third time in so many minutes...he stared intently at the screen.
Fifteen minutes ago,Detective Pinkerton had contacted Nash and given him the combination to the security box in which the DVD containing the footage of the Werewolf attack on Collins and his men was contained,Pinkerton cautioned Nash that the video content would be dificult to belive...but swore to him that what he was going to see was in fact real....adding that he wanted Nash to fully understand what they were up against.

Pinkerton also asked that Nash keep the contents of the video " Under wraps"...Nash had agreed allowing only Agent Stollie to view the video along with him.

" You realize this is horse gak..." Stollie began again..." This Pinkerton is Dirty...on the take...just because ..these...Hit men dressed up in Halloween coustumes dosen't confirm anything... It's a smoke screen...you must know that."
Nash shushed Stollie again...viewing the film again..." Funny...these Halloween costumes just sort of grew out of those folks skin..." Nash said..." And...see what they did to this Investigator Collins...Teeth on that costume are sure in the hell real."
Stollie rubbed his eyes..." It's elaborate...I'll grant you that...but...surely you don't buy any of this gak...do you?"
Nash looked up at the fussy little man and sighed " Not sure what I'm buying right now...but I know you and I will be on the corner of Cherry and Oak in an hour to see for ourselves just what the hell is going on."
Stollie nodded..." I'll notify SWAT and..."...Nash cut him off..." No...I think we're going in low key.." He said " You...Myself ...four other Agents,two on the roofs,two on the street backing us up.."
Stollies face looked pinched..." Well...I suppose if that's how you want to handle it...but I.." Nash raised his hand again.." We can have a SWAT team on stand by a block away...unmarked...I dont want to spook who evers supposed to make this pick up away.."
Stollie nodded and Nash hit the replay feature ...watching the video again..." Call Pinkerton.." He said " Tell him to meet us there at 5:30 sharp."

Now Nash has seen the video....though he isn't complettely sold on it's contents...or is he?

Andy looked at Sean, blood caked around his mouth from the seven or so teeth he had pulled from his skull. Tears made lines in the blood like rivers on a map. He hadn't told Andy a thing and that truly upset Andy. It didn't matter though, he had a cellar full of tools to work with. A pair of shears caught his eye, he focused on it before looking back at Sean's fingers. Andy disappeared from Sean's vision only to return smiling like a devil, the shears opened in front of him.

"You know what I'm going to do with this?" Andy smiled and knelt next to Sean.

"F-f-feth off." Sean muttered through the pain.

"Poor choice once again." Andy slammed the shears down over Sean's pinky and closed them just enough to put pressure on the skin, "Want to reconsider your choice?"

Sean was quiet, until Andy slammed the handles together and removed the digit from Sean's hand. Blood spurted from the open wound and Sean howled in pain.

"Just tell me something and it will stop." Andy looked at the blood on the shears.

"Why are you doing this?" Sean grasped his hand.

"You're helping a werewolf, a werewolf who killed my partner." Andy said as he twirled the shears.

"You attacked them first!" Sean yelled, still in pain.

"We attacked first so they wouldn't." Andy began to think of how he could exploit this.

"Ry, he wouldn't attack you." Sean said.

"Oh really? Why is that?" Andy asked.

"He, he doesn't like killing people. He hates the fact that he did before." Sean blurted out and Andy realized he had something.

"He feels bad?" Andy fumbled through a pocket to pull out a small notebook, he tossed the notebook at Sean's face.

"What the hell is that?" Sean asked angrily.

"A list of names," Andy leaned closer to Sean, "names of werewolves and vampires who willingly let us kill them because they regretted what they did. Your friend doesn't regret gak, if he did he would've called us long ago to end his existence."

"No, he didn't like killing those people." Sean continued to cry out.

"Then why does he still run around the country!" Andy shouted, "He knows that he'll kill another person, yet he's fething content with living the life he is. He doesn't regret it, your friend is playing you something awful you tool."

"He wouldn't play me," Sean shouted back, "he's my brother!" spit and blood flew from his mouth.

Andy's smile grew at those words, "he's my brother" reverberated in his head.

"That's all I needed to know Sean." Andy said politely, "Sorry to say it though, but you won't live for much longer, at least not in the way you currently are."

Sean looked worriedly at Andy who began to walk upstairs out of the cellar. Seconds later he returned with Hawthorne.

"Why do you want me down here?" Hawthorne asked.

"I need you for something," Andy rummaged through some boxes on the shelf and found what he was looking for, "we'll chalk it towards your freedom."

Andy pulled the syringe out and removed the cap, Hawthorne furrowed his brow and began to shake his head. Sean had no idea what was going on in Andy's head but assumed it wasn't in his best interest.

"Hawthorne," Andy pulled a string off of the shelf as well, "I need you to do this for me and you may not like it but I promise this will be the last thing I ask you to do physically."

Hawthorne frowned and lifted up his sleeve while Andy tied a tourniquet around Hawthorne's arm and injected the needle to pull out some of his blood. Andy capped the syringe again and let Hawthorne remove the tourniquet.

"Now I need you to bite him." Andy pointed at Sean.

"What? No!" Hawthorne stiffened, "I refuse to."

"I'm not asking you to suck him dry Hawthorne," Andy said sternly, "just bite him.'

"No." Hawthorne responded only to have a pistol leveled at his face.

"I'm not asking anymore Hawthorne." Andy continued to aim the weapon at him. Hawthorne begrudgingly went over to Sean and bit his hand. Sean winced in pain as the fangs penetrated the flesh.

"Done." Hawthorne mumbled, hate towards Andy filled his voice. 30 years of no consumption of human blood down the drain.

"That's all I needed down Mr. Hawthorne," Andy smiled as he pointed towards the door, "you're almost a free man."
...........

Andy looked at Sean, "Come on, we have to arrange a meeting with your bro."


OOC: Andy is a bit of a jerk.

Uhh, anything about my RP? Anybody...?

No...?

Sorry it's just cops might find out what Atlas has just done and I want to see thier reaction...

@ Kais...

The Police and FBI are stretched pretty thin ATM ,trying to organize searches of over two dozen areas that Hawthorne provided them with...they just haven't found your crime scene as of yet...but don't worry they will...


@ Nachos...Andy's defineitly pulling out all the stops on Sean to locate Ryan...Didn't expect him to bring Hawthorne into it..BTW...if your plan is to "infect" Sean...he's got to drink some of Hawthornes blood...but if your just trying to "get the vamp scent" on him...what you've done works.

Mordoskul wrote:@Hlaine Larkin mk2

Keep in mind, if you fail, Pontius and Oliver will be PISSED!.

I think this should pan out OK for us, unless pinky really wants things to go south

For the record, Chowderhead and Perkunstin,due to understandable reasons,have both had to bow out of the RP...however,have both graciously permited their characters to carry on ( I will be controlling Hawthorne and Musatei along with their npcs) in the interest of the RP...


Within the dimly lit farm house,the phone rang...after some considerable time,a blood soaked Figure answered the call..." Yes..." Came a seductive drawl.
" He's left....he's got the video on him." The voice on the line said.
" Amanda..." The figure said a smile parting it's blood slicked lips..." So good to hear from you so soon...Does he mean to deliver the video to....them..?"a look of disgust passed over the figures features.
" No.." Amanda said " He's wrapped a film in the package he's going to put in the phone booth...the real video is in his pocket..."
The figure laughed..." Idiot...he's seen to many movies....fancies himself some sort of secreat agent..." the figure paused " Your certian it was a...Vampire he spoke to..demanding the package?"
" I'm sure..." Amanda said..." I heard the voice...it was one of...them.."
The figures tone grew harsh.." Clearly a ploy to manipulate us...No doubt that self righteous egomaniac Pontius is behind this some how..."
" If what you've told me is true...I would agree." Amanda said..." Do you belive he will be there...to pick up the package..."
The figure paused again...thinking..." Doubtful...he'll most likely send one of his lackeys...but....we will be there...both to retrive the real video...and to take Pontius thrall...we will force him to lead us to that ...ticks hiding place..."
" You should be aware...Pinkerton and others have been notified by Crossman of the situation...they will be there as well." Amanda said..
" The police don't concern me Amanda...Finding Pontius takes importance over all risk..." the figure replied..." Stay where you are...we shall pick you up shortly..."
The figure hung up and turned to two others..." We hunt soon..."....The two nodded as the figure picked up the phone and dialed again..

RP:

Atlas suddenly heard a load buzzing coming from something in his backpack. At first he was confused by this, but then remembered how he had come in possession of a mobile. He had bought one almost 2 years ago when he left the orphanage. It was on for some reason, which meant Rose must have been been using it.
He ran into a dark alleyway and opened backpack to take out his mobile. It was an unknown caller.

"Hello?" Atlas said to the mysterious caller.
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"My name is of no concern."
"Tell me, why are you calling, how do you even know me."
"I can answer the first question. Because we need you to help with something that you may find quite satisfying."
"Oh yeah, and what could that be?"
"Crossman, he works in the press, will be arriving at a Phonebooth quite close to your location not long from now. Go there, and you can kill him."

Atlas smiled at this thought, and then considered this to be very useful information.

"Okay, I'll do it, when should I be there?"
"Just make your way now," and the line went dead.

Atlas thought about the whole conversation he just had. Somebody wanted to help him kill Crossman. Why would that be?

He wiped the questions from his mind, as he would have to be making his way to the Phonebooth quite soon. He remembered it from his last visit to the city. He would be there in no longer than 3 minutes.

He smiled again, before he disappeared into the shadows.

@ Kais...

Good deal...you will now be one of the Wolves who will be showing up for the Phone Booth Event...which will be starting tonight...please...please refrain from taking any other actions other than perhaps RPing your character ariving at the Corner of Cherry and Oak streets...no combat until the event begins...

Also...is Rose going to be going with you?...or is this you on your own?

On my own as it has only been a day, tops, since she was sverely wounded. She is currently out of action back at the cave.

Pinkerton stood staring at his watch...he and Ellis would have to be leaving the Hunters farm soon and returning to meet up with Nash to make preparations at the drop sight for Crossmans package....and to be ready for whoever turned up to retrive it...
Pinkerton turned looking at Danny..." We have a situation in the city that we have to attend to...good posiability that they'll be plenty that will interest your...organization...if you'd like to send some of your people along...that's fine by me."
Danny paused for a moment and scratched his chin..." I guess that would be up to them..." he replied. " I got to see bout setting up a way out of the country for old Hawthorne in there.."
Pinkerton nodded and laid everything out to the Hunters that sat at the table...


Ok...that's an open invite for any Hunter Pc to join in the Phone Booth event....though I'm assuming Andy is a bit side tracked ATM.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:On my own as it has only been a day, tops, since she was sverely wounded. She is currently out of action back at the cave.

Very true...good thinking.

FITZZ wrote:Ok...that's an open invite for any Hunter Pc to join in the Phone Booth event....though I'm assuming Andy is a bit side tracked ATM.

Why don't you just ask if i would join, there are no other hunters left besides me.

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:Ok...that's an open invite for any Hunter Pc to join in the Phone Booth event....though I'm assuming Andy is a bit side tracked ATM.

Why don't you just ask if i would join, there are no other hunters left besides me.

Because I'm trying to create an interesting Narrative here...sheesh.. ...But yeah, with the exception of Andy...who's gone all " Marathon Man " on Sean...your the only Hunter left...so ...would you care to join Pinkerton and company on the corner of Oak and Cherry for the "Phone Booth event?"...

FITZZ wrote:

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:Ok...that's an open invite for any Hunter Pc to join in the Phone Booth event....though I'm assuming Andy is a bit side tracked ATM.

Why don't you just ask if i would join, there are no other hunters left besides me.

Because I'm trying to create an interesting Narrative here...sheesh.. ...But yeah, with the exception of Andy...who's gone all " Marathon Man " on Sean...your the only Hunter left...so ...would you care to join Pinkerton and company on the corner of Oak and Cherry for the "Phone Booth event?"...

Hmmm.... Colt is worthless in a fight (he has no wounds left and is still alive , i like plotarmour. So it'll just be Sky........

Oh why not, just to see if i can beat kais

@ Silly...

I'll count you in then...though I'm sure Colt will not be happy.

FITZZ wrote: @ Silly...

I'll count you in then...though I'm sure Colt will not be happy.

As long if he can smoke and kill, he'll be happy.

Half an hour had passed, and Ryan and Holly were back in the city. The clothes they had been given were old, and far too big for either of them. The farmer had clothed Ryan with a pair of briefs, some old overalls which smelt faintly of cows, a knitted jumper, and a pair of boots, the leather old and faded from years of use. Holly had, presumably had her clothes chosen by the wife of the farm, as, whilst they were old, were not taken from what was most probably now the pig sty. An old dress had been given to her, it's floral pattern long since faded, and a pair of flat soled shoes. The farmer had even been gracious enough to give them a lift back to town, in which they were now standing.

"We need to get some more clothes." Holly said simply, looking at her outfit critically.

"First we check on my brother. No arguments."

Holly nodded, and they began to walk in the general direction of his house.

FITZZ wrote:
@ Nachos...Andy's defineitly pulling out all the stops on Sean to locate Ryan...Didn't expect him to bring Hawthorne into it..BTW...if your plan is to "infect" Sean...he's got to drink some of Hawthornes blood...but if your just trying to "get the vamp scent" on him...what you've done works.

Shhhhh... don't ruin my plans.

Like Andy said, Sean won't be 'living' much longer.

BIC: As Andy was busy putting the blood into a vial Danny came storming down the stairs.

"What the hell laddy?" Danny shouted, "We kill the things, we don't make them!"

Andy turned to Danny and raised his arms to motion him to calm down, "Don't worry Danny. It's all a part of the plan to get back at the wolf who killed Kara."

"What do you mean, plan?" Danny began to lose some steam once he heard it was about revenge.

"I found out that this gakbag is actually the wolf's brother," Andy smiled, "and who hates werewolves as much as we do. The vamps."

Danny rubbed his chin, "You're bonkers."

"Think about it," Andy motioned towards Sean, "we turn this guy into the werewolf's most hated enemy. This guy suffers as a vampire who can't go outside in the daylight and is forever on a list of targets for the network. He loses out, his brother loses out, and maybe I can go ahead and kill both of them."

"Or," Danny raised a finger in thought, "we could use him to raise some hell."

"Now, you're talking crazy." Andy looked at Danny.

"We go ahead and turn this bloke into a vamp," Danny paced, "we use him to pick up a certain package and put a tracking device on him. If the vamps pick him up and find the tracking device they'll think he's an informant and kill him. That'll make our werewolf friend angry and he'll try to kill the vamps. Then we just mop up."

"Or we could just be simple and create a hostage situation with Sean here." Andy replied, "It has a better chance of working to kill the wolves."

"My way we get to kill some wolves and vamps, plus the werewolf who killed Kara will see his brother die and we could have a chance to use him to kill some vamps before taking him out." Danny mused.

"Choices, choices eh?" Andy smiled.

@ Silly...I'm going to need an RP from you soon concerning joining Pinkerton (if Colts going,what your bringing etc...)...other wise I'm going to just write it up myself.

@ Nachos...I'm shushing I'm shushing..

Sillyboy, my name is Shas'ui T'au Kais, you disrespected my authority... prepare to die.

Bring it on..Kais Muhahaha

Okay will rp something, its not like i'm going to finish my essay tonight.

@ Nachos...not wanting to spoil your plans....but...If I'm going to get part one of the Event in the works..I need to know what Andy wants to do...Pm please...

BIC;........can't come up with a cool name..............

Sky opened her eyes, blue hair still swirling through her mind. "Holly." she whispered. How long was it? fifteen years? Was she alive? All the questions spun around in her head constricted in the hair. She forced her mind to calm down. She couldn't spent time on this, there were more urgent things. She stumbeled out her bed and noticed she was still wearing her shredded vest. Realising it wouldn't help she threw it away. She pulled her hair back making sure it wouldnt block her visage. When Sky was done she walked downstairs. She greeted Danny and Colt sitting downstairs Pinkerton was running around. "Whats going on?" "Stuff going to happen, wanna help?" Pinkerton asked. He would feel more comfertable if a real hunter joined him. And besides she wasn't bad looking. He abruptly looked down hoping Vegas couldn't mind read. "Sure, I'll help as long as we first get something to eat." "I know a drive thru" Pinkirton answered. "Works for me. Danny you got some equipment for me." Danny nodded and gestured at a door. Sky followed his gesture and found the armoury. She found her weapons stashed here. She pulled a stabvest from the rack to replace her old vest. She loaded her sawed off with silver and threw a bandoleer with silver bullets around her shoulder. "Ready to roll." Sky said. "Me too." Colt said as he jumped up. "But your injured." Pinkerton said. "Still got an arm left, boy." Colt said while giving a fat wink to Pinkie. "I'll just use a sniper. So the big bad things can't even get close. Colt dissapeared in the armoury. Pinkerton rubbed his eyes trying to find a reason to stop Colt. He couldn't find one that wouldn't end in him being knocked down on the ground. "Lets go." he muttered when Colt reappeared. "Don't forget my breakfest." Sky reminded him while leaving the farm.

OOC: Here ya go Fitzz.

@ Silly...

It's amazing to me at times how in sync our idea are...I had planned (if Colt came along) to have him placed in a snipper posistion...

FITZZ wrote: @ Silly...

It's amazing to me at times how in sync our idea are...I had planned (if Colt came along) to have him placed in a snipper posistion...

Well seeing as i'm your son from the future Just joking......... I think i'll go with the "great minds think alike" bid

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote: @ Silly...

It's amazing to me at times how in sync our idea are...I had planned (if Colt came along) to have him placed in a snipper posistion...

Well seeing as i'm your son from the future Just joking......... I think i'll go with the "great minds think alike" bid

...works for me...

Ok so as soon as I know for sure what Nachos is gonna do...I'll start part I of the event....(this is going to be a long one guys..) Lot's of character actions will come into play...and I can tell you for sure ...not everyone is going to make it out.

You heard fitzz, Kais

Will this be one massive event or event parts with pm in between?

sillyboy wrote:You heard fitzz, Kais

Will this be one massive event or event parts with pm in between?

Event parts with PMs in between ...
Trying to do the whole thing in one big go would be a cluster feth....there's going to be that much going on...
So...it will be broken into parts...with corisponding PMs sent after each part...until the event is done...and the meat wagons show up to haul off the dead.

I should add...that once the Event kicks off...Running from the action will NOT gaurante any PCs survival...he/she may very well get a bullet,claw,arrow...hastily thrown doughnut..to the back of the head.

And everyone knows that a well placed doughnut has the capacity of decapitation at 100 meters.

ghosty wrote:And everyone knows that a well placed doughnut has the capacity of decapitation at 100 meters.

Ofcourse, what did you expect?

ghosty wrote:And everyone knows that a well placed doughnut has the capacity of decapitation at 100 meters.

...Especially when thrown by an angry law enforcement officer...

Very angry law enforcement officer.

@ Nachos...

That's half the police in New Orleans right there.

Pre-Event set up...

Pinkerton looked at Colt and Vegas..." If your ready than let's head out..."
Vegas stared at Colt..." You sure your ok to go?" She asked ,Concern showing in her voice..
Colt smiled " In less than 24 hours I've been flung into a wall by a psycho Vampire and almost eaten by a cop gone Wolf...I'm way past Ok..." Colt lit a cigarette..." But...I'm going ...just to make sure your covered." he said to Vegas.
The woman gave Colt a brief Hug..." You just be careful old man.." She said..
Colt Laughed " I stopped being careful over twenty years ago darlin" he said with a smile..

Pinkerton turned to Ellis " You got the rounds you made...right?"
Ellis nodded..." yeah...right here.." he lifted a leather back pack.." .45 and .357...take your pick.."
Pinkerton nodded.." Good...let's get moving...

As the group headed for the doorway...Andy appeared...

Will Nachos tag along?

Andy smiled as Danny carried Sean upstairs.

"Good news everybody," Andy held the door open for Danny, "we've come up with a plan. We're going to get those wolves that got Kara and take out some vamps at the same time."

He then helped Danny carry Sean to the van, "I'll tell you about it in the van while we head over there. By the way," Andy huffed as he placed Sean into the back of the now clean van, "I call the wolf that killed Kara. I have...plans... for him". A sly smile snaked its way across Andy's face as he imagined what was about to unfold.

Pre-Event set up...


5: 30 PM...A dark Blue BMW pulled up outside of Matt Crossmans apartment...several moments passed and a gorgeous blonde appeared outside...walking slowly towards the car,a seductive smile spreading over her face.
The car door opened and Musatei stepped out...she smiled and embraced the other woman.." Good to see you Amanda.." she said
Amanda planted a soft kiss on the woman's cheek..." I've missed you Jenny..." she said..she leaned looking into the car.." Hi Pablo.." she smiled.
" Hello Amanda..." The child...who was in fact no child smiled back...He returned to typing rapidly on his laptop...

" And...who might this young man be.." Amanda said eyeing the driver of the car.
Musatei smiled..." Ahh this...this is..Magellian...a recent ...convert...belive it or not...he was a Hunter...until recently."
Amanda giggled " Really..?...we'll " she said " It's my pleasure to meet you Magellian..." She leaned into the car and kissed the man passionately.." Shall we go?"
The two woman climbed into the back seat of the BMW and the car slowly moved towards it's destination...
Musatei turned to Amanda and smiled..." Others are coming..." she said..." Tonight will see the end of the tyrant Pontius..."
Amanda smiled...her teeth had grown to fangs..she wrapped her arms around Musatei and nuzzled against her laughing..." The end of Crossman as well.."

Ok...a few more brief set ups...and part I of the Event will be up...

Pinkerton and the rest climbed into his car,while Andy followed in the Van....
After quickly stopping at a drive through so they could all grab a quick meal.." Perhaps our last." Pinkerton thought as he bit into his Burger,they headed towards the location designated for the pick up...
" So..." Pinkerton said..." Why the hate between Vampires and Werewolves?..." he asked.
Colt laughed from the back seat..." It's really not that complicated...strugleing over feeding grounds....that's all it ever has been about...Vamps like Pontious...they like to set themselves up ...aquire properties..perhaps allow a few other Vamps to feed in their teriotory..." Colt shrugged " Ultimantly....they like to keep things nice and quite...feeding off of street people...drifters...the homeless...occasionally taking..better game...but...staying low on the radar."
" And wolves?" Pinkerton asked..
" They chalenge the Vampires rights to an area....and...there not all very carefull about their feeding habits" Colt said..."" They tend to be a bit...messy...fact is...Pontius has probably been feeding here for a while...probably other Vamps as well...but it wasn't until the Wolves started leaving...leftovers laying around that the police took notice...Vamps don't like sharing an area with wolves....they like to stay low....and they don't like anyone noticeing anything out of place."
" So...all this is about who get's the rights to feed on us...?" Pinkerton said..." And...who made a mess?"
" More or less" Colt laughed...
Pinkerton tossed his unfinished Burger out the car window....his appetite gone.

As they arrived at their destination...Pinkerton climbed from the car and slipped on his vest...he watched the other checking rounds and making preperations...
" Jesus.." Pinkerton thought..." What the hell are we doing here..."
A voice boomed behind Pinkerton..." Detective Pinkerton...I presume..."
Pikerton turned to face a giant of a man,his huge hand extended..." Agent Nash...Good to finaly meet you.."
Pinkerton offered a tight smile as he shook hands with the bear of a man..." Agent Nash...nice to finaly meet you as well...I assume you've seen the video.."
Nash smiled.." Indeed I have.......though I admit I'm sceptical about the content"
" Don't be.." Pinkerton said,he glance at a man,he assumed to be another Agent who was eyeing him suspiciously.." Agent...?"
" Stollie..." The stiff little man replied..." And unlike Agent Nash..I'm not sceptical...I know your full of gak..."
Pinkerton sighed and returned his attention to Nash..." So where's your troops?"
Nash smiled.." I've got two agents on the roof...two over there.." he indicated an unmarked car on the corner " And a SWAT team a block away.."
Pinkerton Nodded..." Side arms?"..
Nash frowned.." Huh?" he said...
" What side arms are your men carrying?" Pinkerton asked..
The frown remained on Nash's face mixed with puzzlement..." Standard issue 9MM...why..?"
Pinkerton sighed..." Have access to any .45's or .357's? " he asked...
" Most field agents carry a .357 as a back up piece" Nash said. " And Stollie and Myself carry .45s as side arms"
Pinkerton opened the back pack he'd taken from Ellis and handed Nash a selection of the silver bullets...in both .45 and .357 calibre.
Nash stared at the rounds..." Your kidding.."
Pinkerton shook his head..." No...I'm not.."

The two men paused as Matthew Crossman,with a camera man in tow..pulled up across the street

A huge man stepped from behind a shop corner, his red greatcoat fastened together with massive black buttons. Beneath a conical wool cap, his beady, puree white eyes glared out above a tangled forest of an ebony beard. He stayed close to the shadows, becoming almost invisible despite his huge bulk. He stood and waited as Pinkerton pulled up in front of the phone booth. He sniffed the air. "Humanii..." he growled, baring his shark-like teeth. He watched as the puppet controlled by Pontius stepped forward, and entered the booth. The Opriknikki readied himself. This would be a night to remember....

OK folks...let's start this ...as I said,It's going to be huge one...so bear with me ...lots of actions are going to take place...lots of people are going to die...

PHONE BOOTH EVENT...Part I...


Pinkerton stepped over to Crossman ,quickly grabbing him by the collar.." This isn't one of you fething exposes you god damn idiot...have your camera man sit in the car...now!!"
Crossman motioned the man to do as Pinkerton said..." Ok man ok.." he said to the angry Detective..
Pinkerton saw that Nash and his Agents had loaded their side arms with he silver bullets...he nodded at Crossman..." Get into that booth...make the drop and then get the hell back to your car...I'd tell you to leave...but I know your to stupid to listen."
" I'm smart enough Pinkerton" Crossman spat..." You'd be surprised at how smart I am.." he pulled away and walked towards the phone booth...a small brown package in hand..

Pinkerton turned to Vegas..." Where's Colt?"
" He went up there.." she said,unslinging her shotgun and pointing at a nearby rooftop..." He's got his snipping Riffle.."
Pinkerton nodded eyeing Andy as he joined Vegas...the man Sean being drug along behind him.." What the hell are you doing with him?" Pinkerton asked
Andy just smiled..." All part of the plan.."

Inside a nearby alleyway..Atlas watched the proceedings...he sniffed at the air...Pontius was near...he smelt him...he also smelt the presense of another...

Crossman placed the Package in the phone booth and slowly exited...as he did...he saw a man...who appeared to be drugged aproaching...he walked slowly away..." That must be the guy" he thought...has to be..

Nash and The other agents tensed as the man aproached....

From around the corner a dark BMW appeared...tires squeeling as it took the turn and screached to a halt in front of the phone booth...from inside..two figures in mid transformation leapt...one a large well built man...the other...a small boy..Crossman froze as the two wolves eyed him...mear inches away...

Agent Stollie began to scream...firing his weapon wildly..

Two other wolves suddenly appeared by Crossmans car dragging the screaming camera man out of the vehicle and tearing him to pieces...

" Jesus..." Ellis screamed.." Pinky!!...they're everyplace!!"...

From the roof top a riffle shot echoed...kicking up shattered asphalt near the wolf closest to Crossman..

The wolf turned and snarled...then leapt past Crossman towards the man who'd entered the booth...

At that same moment...a huge man...dressed in red stepped from the shadows...his mouth a mass of fangs..he glared at the charging wolf ...

" Holy gak.." Pinkerton yelled ..."what the hell is that??"..

From the alley nearby...Atlas transformed....the sscents of fear and panic intoxicating him..he fixed his eyes on a screaming man...and prepared to leap.


OK....that's Part I....The Man Pontius has possed is in the booth...Pontius "Body Guard" has stepped into view...eyeing the Wolf that is Maggelian...
Crossman is blocked by Pablo...and Amanda and Musatei have gutted the cameraman..
Atlas is about to dive on a screaming agent Stollie...
Colt is shooting from the roof...and everyone else is gaking their pants....

Mordoskul
Kais
Silly
Nachos
Send me your PMs...

Remember...the wolves are after Pontius and the video...

... As soon as all the PMs are in ( tomorrow ) I'll roll all the combats resolutions and do the write up...setting things up for part two...

I'd urge everyone to be as thorough as posiable in their action PMs...anything left open will be left to my descretion...

PM send.

edit; it seems i past the 1000 post thingie..............Hooray!

PM sent

Fingers crossed...

... your going down Silly

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:PM sent

Fingers crossed...

... your going down Silly

Why you so mean

Because I am me

Life is harsh!

Mwahahahahaha

Just joking, I am actually a nice guy.

Please stop crying...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Because I am me

Life is harsh!

Mwahahahahaha

Just joking, I am actually a nice guy.

Please stop crying...

Try to live with your deep sense of guilt when you kill me.


...

Whereas i'm completely safe not going near no phone booths

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Whereas i'm completely safe not going near no phone booths

...Wise...as ATM that phone booth...in fact that whole corner..is a very dangerous place for anyone to be.

Ok guys...I have all the PMs for round one in...I'll be doing the combat resolutions/actions shortly....followed by the write up...good luck to each of you.

Have finished all combat rolls/actions for Part I of the Event...

Tried to mesh everyone's Pmed actions in with the flow of the action,and overall...I think I nailed it.

I'll be doing the write up shortly...and ...well...I'll let you all know right now,combat was brutal...LOTS of deaths...and there will definetely be a Part III...
...Stay tuned.

[Can Vampires have headaches? - why do I sense poor Scarlett is going to have one when night fully falls. ]

Phone Booth Event...Part II....


From the rooftops above,the two FBI Agents opened fire on the creatures below...the lead based rounds of their high powered riffles passing harmlessly through their bodies...
Crossman gaped in horror as a diminutive wolf creature grinned up at him,a drooling expresion of absolute merriment on it's wolfish face...the small wolf leapt at the screaming newsman,unzipping his guts with a vicious slash of it's claws..Crossman shrieked in pain as blood poured from his mid section and his enternals uncoiled.

" Jesus...Jesus..Jesus!!" Agent Stollie screamed as he fired wildly at the small wolf...over a dozen years of training vanishing in an instant as the mans mind unhinged at what he had witnessed...
" Stollie!!...Look out!!" Nash called ...Stolle turned..facing a huge snarling wolf who'd bounded from the alley way...it's eyes aflame with murderous light...it's razor claws poised for the kill...
" NO!!...Stay away..!" Stollie shrieked like a child as the massive wolf drove his claws into the mans arms drawing him kicking and screaming towards his fang lined maw..
" Stollie ..NO!!" Nash bellowed as he watched the man he'd worked side by side with for over a decade being torn apart by this aperition from hell..He raised his weapon and fired,Sergeant Ellis joining him...but their shots went wild striking the car the wolf had tossed the bleeding and screaming body of Agent Stollie onto...the Wolf glared up at Nash,it's fanged muzzle slathered with Gore and roared....Sergeant Ellis bellowed...the sound of a man gone insane...and charged towards the wolf...weapon raised high " I'll send you back to hell you bastard...I'll!!"...With demonic speed the huge wolf leapt from the hood of the car..

Colt clumsily worked the bolt of his riffle,chambering a round and sighting on one of the wolves who'd disemboweled the cameraman, bothe were now moving rapidily towards the screaming form of Matt Crossman..evil lears spread across their faces..." Time to put you puppies to sleep." Colt said squeezing the trigger...sending a high powered silver round through one of the she-wolves shoulders...it stumbled,howling in pain...but the other quickly helped it up and they bounded towards Crossman...even as Pinkerton,Vegas and Andy opened fire on them..a round striking the lead wolf high in the shoulder...

The two FBI Agents near the phone both charged in to help Crossman,screaming for the Wolves to get down and surrender....as if they were facing an ordinary criminal...the she -wolves tore into them tearing the men to pieces in short order,then turning to the pleading form of Crossman,who knelt strugling to shove his dripping guts back into his body...the two Wolves...almost playfully,decended on Crossman...on snatching something from his jacket pocket...the other running her tounge over the mans face before ripping his head from his body in one fluid motion..

" Jesus Christ!" Pinkerton shouted as the headless corpse fell to the ground and he raised his pistol to fire...but sudenly heard the screams of his friend Ellis...turning he saw the other huge wolf tear Barry Ellis in half in a fountian of gore,casualy tossing the halves of the dead man aside a if disguarding a bit of trash..

Pinkerton sighted on the huge wolf and fired,grazing it's arm...the creature roared and bound towards the two she-wolves...

Andy stared facinated as the giant Vampire in Red grappled with a large brown wold,tearing a chunk from the beast with it's fangs...he grabbed Sean and began to move towards the two combatants..

The brown Wolf howled in Pain..Lashing out with it's claws,splitting the face of the Opiknikki..but the gaint Russian simply laughed,even as the blood poured from it's face...with lightning speed he drew a large silver knife and plinged it into the strugling wolfs heart...speaking in an ancient tounge...the monsterous vampire twisted the blade...laughing as the wolf went limp in it's grip...

With an ear splitting roar...the small wolf lauched itself at the vampire behemoth...sinking it's fangs deep into his bull like neck...the massive vampire thrashed trying to shake the tenacious little beast off...but it held fast...

Again ..from the rooftop..the FBI agents fired..one round from their riffles shattering the glass in the phone booth explosively,covering the human puppet containing the esence of Pontius with shard of glass...the Vampire gazed up to the roof,locking eyes with one of the Agents..." Jump!" Pontius whispered..the man screamed as he flung himself from the rooftop..plumiting to crash onto the roof of a car parked bellow...Pontius sneared and tore the wrappongs from the package in his hands...his eyes narrowed as he stared at the cover of some ridiculous film...the words " Blow me!!" Scrawled across the package...He'd been duped...the real Video was not here.

Vegas screamed across the street as she stood near Pinkerton and Nash..." Andy!!...what the hell are you doing"...Andy had moved close to the gait vampire who was fighting the smaller wolf,he drug Sean behind him...with a fluid motion Andy drove the dagger...the "Beast Flayer" at the end of his riffle deep into the chest of the small wolf...the creature roared in agony and released it's bite on the Opriknikki...
" Here...you hungry ?!" Andy shouted...Pushing Sean onto the bleeding Vampire befor turning and sprinting away..

Pontius glared from the eyes of the human he wore...a large black wolf had joined the two female wolves,the slowly advanced towards him...each staring with murderous hate as they closed in.

Pulling itself to it's feet...the small wolf roared and charged after Andy...the man turned rapidly...
Vegas sighted on the small wolf...seeing Pinkerton doing the same...at once Andy and the others fired...three silver rounds punching into the body of the diminutive beast and tossing it back into the street...it convulsed for a moment...and then lay still...

Holy gak! Things do not look good for the police right now...

OK...These are the results...

3 FBI Agents are dead.
Barry Ellis is Dead.
Crossman is Dead.
Pablo is Dead.
Magiliean Is Dead.

Stollie has been ripped open an is laying on the hood of a car.
Nash has frozen...he's having a section 8 experiance ATM

Pinkerton is trying to keep it together..0 wounds.
Vegas is unharmed standing near Pinkerton-0 wounds.
Andy just fed Sean to the Opriknikki..and rejoined Vegas and Pinkerton.
Andy has -0 wounds

The Opriknikki killed magelian,,,but has 2 wounds.

Amanda-1 wound
Musatei-1 wound
Atlas-0 wounds...are all closing in on Pontius-0 wounds

Pontius has discovered he was tricked and doesn't have the real video..

Ok that's Part II....please send PMs for actions in Part III.

Mordoskul wrote:Holy gak! Things do not look good for the police right now...

not at all...more than half their numbers were wiped out in a matter of seconds...and Nash is a basket case right now.

Atlas went berserk and did a lot of damage to their "leaders" killing Ellis and tearing Stollie apart and Amanda and Musatei did a lot of damage as well...and of course the swan dive Pontius forced the FBI snipper to take didn't help the cops either.


@ MDS...I wouldn't think Vampires could get headaches...but..I guess it's possiable.

[hehe, yeah, although after round 2, it may not be as bad as she first fears.. well ish, looking froward to the next part]

Mwahahahaha... Pontius, you are next.

Hmm, shame... I actually kind of liked Ellis.

Okay, good luck on the following fight Mordoskul, it's gonna be good

Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:[hehe, yeah, although after round 2, it may not be as bad as she first fears.. well ish, looking froward to the next part]

Yeah...I'm actually expecting round III to be even more brutal...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Mwahahahaha... Pontius, you are next.

Hmm, shame... I actually kind of liked Ellis.

Okay, good luck on the following fight Mordoskul, it's gonna be good

Keep in mind...Pontius is there in essence only...even if the wolves completelly rip the host body apart...Pontius actual form is hidden away...so...in all actuality...while he could take wounds...his true form can't be killed ATM...taking him down to loosing all three wounds would incapacitate him for a while...but he'd be back.

Pontius is becoming an uber bad ass Game Wise...I'm going to have to start "evening the field " a bit...

Yeah, how come we can't throw people off rooftops with our minds?!

Don't worry I know we can't do that.

But it is true that we can only really fight up close, whereas Vampires are just about experts in every field.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, how come we can't throw people off rooftops with our minds?!

Don't worry I know we can't do that.

But it is true that we can only really fight up close, whereas Vampires are just about experts in every field.

Yes...each different "species" has it's steagths and weakness...and while Vamps have the pshycic edge...wolves have them beat in sheer brute force and physical power.

Too true, too true...

Okay PM sent.

When will we do this thing?

Or have some not sent PM's, I have seen Sillyboy's not online.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Too true, too true...

Okay PM sent.

When will we do this thing?

Or have some not sent PM's, I have seen Sillyboy's not online.

Still waiting on PMs and decisions on final actions...with luck I'll have everything in by tonight and will start on part III...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Mwahahahaha... Pontius, you are next.

Hmm, shame... I actually kind of liked Ellis.

Okay, good luck on the following fight Mordoskul, it's gonna be good

Come at me, bro.

Pinky has to survuve, he can't just die like that in a street brawl.
PS did you get the name Stollie from ATF agent Stahl from SoA by chance??

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Pinky has to survuve, he can't just die like that in a street brawl.
PS did you get the name Stollie from ATF agent Stahl from SoA by chance??

...Actually the name and the persona of Agent Stollie comes from one of my co-workers...a " Customer service Manager" with a pole so far up his A** he has splinters on his tounge.

As for Pinky surviving...I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens...

Just watched "i'm number four", not a too bad movie.

and i like the new shiny event, wil write pm now.

Ok...just waiting on one more PM and I can get part II under way..

All PMs are in...Will once again break out the minis and dice and do combat actions/resolutions....then do the write up...stay tuned.

Phone Booth Event...Part III

In unison the three wolves leapt for the vessel containing Pontius, ripping the body to bloody shreds in a fury of slashing claws and gnashing fangs.
As the body of the human he'd inhabited came apart,Pontius forced his essence from the vessel...even his considerable powers unable to completely protect him as he cried out in mental anguish under the brutal assault..
His disincorparated spirit drifting high above the blood splattered street...twisting in agony...his essence hurtled into the catatonic form of the Giant FBI Agent...envoleping itself into the quivering mind of the man...

The Opriknikki ,sensing Pontius flight gazed at the crumpled human that lay before him...though he was loathe to admit it,the huge Vampire was hurt...he needed to withdraw..though he longed to engage the hated wolves who stood feasting on Pontious former vessel..it would have to wait for another night..thrusting his head forward...the bleeding Oprilnikki drove it's fangs into Sean's throat..

Pinkerton watched as the huge Vampire tossed the man aside like a rag doll and suddenly leapt to the roof overhead...the shrieks of the final FBI sniper filling the night.

" It's done ...let's get out of here.." Andy said calmly..

" What the hell do you mean it's done !!" Vegas yelled turning to face the other Hunter..." Did you forget them..?" she pointed at the three wolves at the end of the street who were rapidly closing the distance between them...

The Wolves had all sensed Pontius escape at the last moment...they new they had hurt the hated Vampire...but knew he lived...and was now hidden in the form of the giant of a man who'd crumpled to the street....filled with blood lust and the desire to finally do away with Pontius...they charged...

From the roof top Colt sighted on the lead wolf...a Huge black male beast...Vegas,Pinkerton and Andy aimed...holding their ground ...their weapons roared simultaniouly...

A round of sizzling silver buried itself in the lead Wolfs ribs...the huge male tossing it's head back and roaring in fury and pain...
One of the female wolfs went to a knee...a bleeding hole in her mid section...she rapidly begin to transform...the visage of the wolf falling away as the form of Musatei replaced it..." It's over...!!" She yelled at the other wolves.." We kill Pontius another night!!"...she turned and sprinted towards the BMW they had arived in,the two other wolves racing behind her...transforming back to their human form as they ran...

" Oh no ya don't" Colt muttered firing again from his posistion on the roof...his round striking a lovely blonde..who had only seconds ago been a snarling wolf as she leapt into the waiting car...Ponkerton and the Hunters opened fire...but their targets had already escaped into the vehicle...their rounds punching holes into the car as it sped off into the night..

" Jesus.." Pinkerton muttered as he looked at the mass of carnage strewn before him...Andy ran to where Stollie lay...his breathing shallow and ragged...and fired a silver slug into the mans head...he followed up by plunging his silver blade into the mans chest...flaying his heart in two..." We..Need...to go!!" he said...the wail of police sirens filling the air...

Colt Rapidly joined them on the street..." Let's get the hell out of here...there's nothing else we can do.."

" That's for Damn sure.." Andy said climbing into the van..." C'mon..."

Pinkerton shook his head..." I'm still a cop...I need to stay...try to explain this mess...or at least tell a big enough lie to keep the city from going insane.."

Colt nodded slapping Pinkerton on the back..." You have our number and know where to reach us..." he climbed into the van..looking out at Vegas..." Let's go darlin.." he said

Vegas made a dismisive gesture at Colt..." I'm coming...hold on.." she said facing Pinkerton..." Come with us...there's nothing you can do here..."

Pinkerton smiled..." I can cover your tracks...now hurry...that SWAT van will be here any second."...the sierens had grown louder...

Vegas nodded and jumped into the van...as they pulled away quickly...she glanced in the rear view mirror....Pinkerton disapearing as they sped away.

... OK guys...that's the event...feel free to RP as normal.

Final body count/wounds and outcome...

Stollie-Dead
Ellis-Dead
Crossman- Dead
Magelian-Dead
Pablo-Dead
4 FBI agents-Dead.
Pontius first Vessel-Dead

Amanda-2 wounds
Musatei-2 wounds
Atlas-1 wound
The Opriknikki-2 wounds
Pontius-1 wound...took psychic damage from werewolf attack.

Pinkerton-0 wounds
Andy-0 wounds
Colt-0 wounds
Vegas-0 wounds.

Nash-Now possesed by Pontius...who is "playing possum " inside the mentaly damaged man...

Sean....Dear poor sweet Caught in the crossfire Sean...when the Opriknikki feed on him...he (the vampire )was pouring blood from a huge gash in his face...small anounts of that blood got into Sean's wounds and mouth...so...while Sean now appears "Dead"...he was actually...quite by accident..." Embraced"...and well...he'll be back...with a vengance.

Atlas..has hooked up with Amanda and Musatei (at least for the moment)...they are all wounded and have managed to reach Atlas cave...Keep in mind that even injured...Musatei considers herself "Pack leader"..

...Our Hunters are headed back to the farm...Colt isn't to happy about Andy feeding Sean to the Opriknikki...but isn't saying much right now..

...And Pinkerton...poor Pinkerton...he's going to have to explain this whole mess...

Hope you enjoyed it guys...lots more to come...In fact...I already have a few twist in mind.

Andy smiled to himself as he drove the group back to the farm, they would be safe there for awhile. The vamps and wolves didn't know where it is, a couple of wolves were killed and some vamps were injured. Everything was turning their way and maybe the city would be cleansed a lot faster than they thought at first.

Colt seemed upset by the fact that Andy had fed Sean to that big...thing, but it was part of his plan to get Ryan. It would be another two wolves if it worked out the way he had planned. Andy still whistled quietly while they began to leave the city.

halonachos wrote:Andy smiled to himself as he drove the group back to the farm, they would be safe there for awhile. The vamps and wolves didn't know where it is, a couple of wolves were killed and some vamps were injured. Everything was turning their way and maybe the city would be cleansed a lot faster than they thought at first.

Colt seemed upset by the fact that Andy had fed Sean to that big...thing, but it was part of his plan to get Ryan. It would be another two wolves if it worked out the way he had planned. Pinkerton rubbed his face, no doubt upset at the fact that he had lost several men in the whole ordeal.

Andy still whistled quietly while they began to leave the city.

Andy can see Pinkerton rub his face all the way from the farm?...remember...Pinky is back at the crime scene ..trying to cover everyone's rears when the rest of the cops show up.

Oh...quick note before I call it a night...

Everyone has probably noticed that while the vamps and the wolves (and the federal agents) took a bit of a beating in that event...the Hunters came out basicly unscathed..

Well...It will make some of you happy...and others curse my name...to know that I've got a special treat in the works for the Hunters...

*fixed

I declare this event: "Victorie for the Hunters!"

*High fives Nachos.*

But i fear the special treat.

Godammit!

Silly, just wait until next time...

sillyboy wrote:
But i fear the special treat.

Us supernaturals may be a bit more likely to try and kill you on sight next time -.- ....

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Godammit!

Silly, just wait until next time...

I'm waiting........

" The center does not hold...."


Hawthorne had gathered what few belongings he still had in his possesion and bundled them into a small leather travel bag,he supposed that once this miserable country was far behind him and he'd settled in new surroundings...he'd be able to aquire a new wardrobe.

Danny entered the small chambers,passing two envelopes to Hawthorne...one contained a ticket,open ended for any first class flight to any country in Europe he chose...the other contained over 50,000 Euros.
" That should see you off nicely" Danny smiled " All you have to do is call the airport and tell them what flight you want...when and where..you can go anyplace in Europe...anytime....and the cash...well...it's enough to get you started."
Hawthorne nodded " Yes...yes.." he looked about nervously.." Best to leave as soon as possiable...I've little doubt that Pontius has already ordered my death..." Hawthorne chuckled " Not that I blame him mind you...I suppose from his point of view I've become quite the liability..."

Danny smiled " Oh...I'm sure your right...Pontius most assuredly will have it out for you..." the man nodded

Hawthorne eyed the man..." Exactly why we should make haste...please...if you would...one last favor...contact the airport...inform them I'd like to leave at once...a Concord...to London...I'll arrive early morning...before sunrise.."

Danny smiled..." I suspected you'd want to leave soon...I took the liberty of reserveing a seat for you aboard Concord flight 233...it leaves for London in an hour.."

" Ahh...wonderful.." Hawthorne smiled..." If I may trouble you to call for a cab.." he picked up his small travel bag and turned to face Danny..

" No need for a cab.." Danny smiled " I see to it that you get exactly where you deserve to go..."

Hawthorne frowned slightly.." Deserve.?"

Danny's smile turned vicious as he quickly thrust a two foot wooden stake into Hawthornes chest...piercing his heart...

The Vampire gasped...his eyes locking with Dannys...Blood flowing from his mouth he wispered "...why...?"

Danny grinned..cruely twisting the stake as he did..." Pontius sends his reguards...."

Hawthorne sank to his knees...feeling the life rushing from him...he had underestimated Pontius reach...and was now paying for it...he raised his eyes once again...the last thing he saw was Danny swinging a large blade....the Hawthorne knew no more...

Danny stood staring at the headless body of the Vampire...a grim smile on his face....he quickly picked up the bundle of money and stuck it in his jacket pocket,it was...after all..his payment,he them wrapped the remains of Hawthorne,his small bag and his plane ticket in several bed sheets and drug them to the large furnace in the basement...shoving them all inside and tossing in more wood insuring the fire was blazing.

He then returned to the chambers,cleaning all signs of what had happened here...the blood was fresh...so wiped away quickly...Danny nodded when he'd finished...all looked just as it should.

Danny entered the kitchen and poured himself a drink...he sighed contentedly...everything had gone just as it was intended.


Guess who's working for Pontius..???

For the record...Danny has done an excelent job covering his tracks...no Hunter will be able to tell anything happened ...Hawthorne was supposed to be allowed his freedom in exchange for the info he provided,amd Danny will be telling the Hunters that,while they were gone,he arranged for Hawthorne to leave..." Put him on the flight myself I did...In fact...I just got back."

Danny has his reasons for working for Pontius..which will become clear as the RP continues....

" The Center does not Hold..."


Deep inside Atlas cave, Musatei raged in fury over the escape of Pontius..." The Arrogant Tick...He didn't even have the courage to face us in his true form!!!..I swear...upon the blood of the pack...I will find him and eat his craven heart!!!"

They had arrived at the cave some time ago,their wounds tended to and bandaged...Musatei had even given Rose and Atlas a special elixer to speed their healing...

Atlas sat close to Rose...his ribs throbbing...but healing and listened to Musatei speak..." This city is ours!!...By the rights of the strong!!...we own it...not Pontius nor his slinking little coven of blood suckers...and by my claws it will always be ours!!...The Pack will grow strong again...and we shall feed as we please.." She turned glaring at Atlas..." Your streagth is welcomed in the pack..." she turned again...lost in her thoughts " The humans are our food...nothing more...back room deals and placations with them is an insult to our blood line....they are not to be barted with...or feared...they are to be devoured...when Pontius is no more...we shall feed as we like...when we like...and on who we like!!"

Amanda laughed.." ...Just as it should be...as it should always be...the strong shall rule the night...and the humans shall be our cattle...to take as we please."

Atlas sat quitely...listening...his eyes staring into the small fire that burned in the center of the cave..

" The Center does not Hold..."

Pinkerton sat behind the wheel of his car...he'd given his reports to the investigators who'd arived at the scene of the carnage on the corner of Cherry and Oak and stayed long enough to answer a series of questions concerning the events their...though he'd more than bent the truth..he'd also insured the cameramans tape had been exchanged...the one he'd been running durring the attack now sat next to Pinkerton on his car seat...

After an exhuastive line of questions,and seeing the remains of the numerous bodies...including those of his friend Ellis,that bastard Crossman and that poor guy the Hunter had tossed the huge Vampire packed away and driven to the mourge,Pinkerton finally had had enough..." I'll File my official reports in the morning .." he said,watching the huge form of Nash being lifted into an ambulance..." But for now...I'm going home...I've been awake for ever...and I need some sleep." he told the Investigator,who'd complained...but didn't stand in Pinkertons way as he drove off.

Now...Parked in front of his home...Pinkerton sat staring at the dash of his car,the events of the past 24 hours replaying in his head over and over...until he felt as though he was on the brink of loosing control..he'd known Barry Ellis since they had both been rookies..he'd been his best man at his wedding...gone fishing with him...gone drinking with him...been there for him during his divorce...he had been his friend...Pinkerton slamed his fist down on the dash..."Werewolves...Vampire...!!...God damnit!!...they should all die...all of them.."
He wiped a single tear away and climbed from his car...the video tape from the camera in his hand,he slid his key in the lock and opened the door..the moment he stepped inside..he felt it...someone..something..was in his house.

Ok...the last three post..should give everyone enough material to RP with...

Oliver sat cross-legged in Pinkerton's favorite leather easy chair, an ivory cane rested across his lap, the silver dragon head shining in the lamp light. He smiled through his purple crane mask, his pale features twisting into a grin. "Hullo Bobby, I take it you received my, ah, 'present'?" Pinkerton was caught between shock and rage, his hand wavering over his sidearm, fully prepared to blow this bastard to hell."You sick fether, I'll kill you and the rest of your freakish kind!" Pinkerton disturbingly noticed that the bloodsucker had called him 'Bobby', a name only his mother had ever called him. How much did he know about him? Oliver laughed, a series of tinkling notes that infuriated the officer of the law. "My, my! The great Robert Pinkerton losing his cool! What did your mother always say? 'Control your temper or it will control you?' Wasn't that what mummy said? Good old mum, always looking after little Bobby, kissing his bruises after a schoolyard bully pushed him too far?" Pinkerton was shaking now, his lips curling into a snarl. "Shut the feth up," he said quietly. "She brought Bobby up big and strong just like Daddy, but he wasn't strong enough to stop the disease. The pox that ruined her mind, made her a blubbering fool. Changed little Bobby, that did, never was the same. He simply wasn't strong enough to save mummy. Now he's not strong enough to protect the people closest to him. What would mummy say?" Pinkerton launched himself at the vampire, throwing a haymaker at the side of his head, but Oliver ducked underneath, wrapping his right hand around Pinkerton's throat. He brought his face close to Pinkerton's a wide grin etched on his features. "Not strong enough to save himself..." The vampire flung the officer against the wall, his head connecting with a sharp crack before he lay still. Setting his fingers to the side of his neck, Oliver smiled. Still alive, good. He loved these little games, it would be a shame for them to end. Pushing open the door, Oliver stepped into the night.

The city centre was bustling; Ryan and Holly, unaccustomed to the rigours of city life, soon found themselves grinding to a standstill, every other business man or women circumventing them in order to get on with their lives as quickly as possible. No one even gave them a second glance. It felt as if they were fighting against a tide, and, after twenty minutes of constant struggling up the high street, they ducked out into an alley way to catch their breath.


"Bloody hell, when did everyone get so... aggressive?" Ryan remarked, massaging his kneecap, a victim of a viscously placed briefcase.

"Says the Werewolf with anger issues."


Ryan glared.

"C'mon, I think I can see a clothes shop up ahead." he muttered, before diving back into the melee.

Several painful minutes later, in which the young Irish wolf suffered from multiple injuries, the worst of which being a stilleto heel to the toe, they staggered into the cool air of the air conditioned shop. Having no money on them, and no means of getting any, they knew they were going to have to steal. Not that that would be a particular issue for Ryan, who survived in Africa simply from stealing, but it was more the fact that they were so obviously penniless, and so obviously here to steal, that made things difficult. Seconds from entering the shop, a pair of mall security swooped in, and began to flank them several metres away on either side of them, as they moved through the shopping isles.

“Right, grab what you want, and get changed in the cubicles. Don’t take long, or they’ll chuck us out for loitering.”

Holly nodded, and split away from Ryan, heading for the women’s section. A few seconds later, one of the guards peeled off, and began to follow her. Ryan carried on moving, and, began to browse at leisure, picking out a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, some underwear, and some socks. He kept the shoes, as he, begrudgingly, had come to like them. Then, smiling brightly and almost mockingly at the guard, he strolled towards the changing rooms. Drawing the curtain, he quickly began to undress, and redress in his new clothes choice, cutting the labels away with his claws. As he changed, he smelt Holly get into the adjacent cubicle, and begin to change into her newly acquired clothes. Ryan had pondered earlier, as they had walked up the high street whether or not she’d be game to do some impromptu shoplifting, but she had accepted it without a word. Either she had done this before, or she was becoming over confident.

A loud cough made Ryan look up, and into the face of an incredibly ugly security guard. His neck beard was untrimmed, and his shirt, untucked in, was barely adequate to cover his protruding belly.
He was a pushover, but he was also holding a tazer in his podgy paws.

Ryan smiled brightly, and felt his instincts begin to kick in. He could smell every bead of sweat on the mans fat neck, taste the anger in the air; even hear the shallow heartbeats of Holly in the cubicle next to him. The security guards eyes narrowed, and his finger hovered above the trigger. All he needed was an excuse. His eyes trailed down to the floor, where half a dozen tags were lying. Bingo.

He looked back up, and had enough time to see Ryans hand viciously shoot forwards, backslapping the guard, and knocking him backwards, staggering under the inhuman force of the blow. But by the time he had recovered, Ryan and Holly were already gone, sprinting down the aisles, crying with laughter. For a brief flash of an eye, they weren’t cursed beasts, doomed to stalk the nights for their lives, but instead young adults, frolicking in their youthful naivety. Dodging past railings of clothes, ducking sweeping grabs of security, they raced for the door, but…


But something was terribly wrong. People had stopped in the streets, and were watching, in horror, at something unfolding. Exiting the shop, Ryan and Holly quickly disappeared amongst the crowd, removing any chance of pursuit. On a series of huge screens the recent events in a certain part of the city were being shown to the public. Grisly murders, a violent massacre of police, several injured…

Ryan stared at the screen, more specifically, the names of the deceased, that were tailing repeatedly along the bottom of the screen.



‘Special Agent Stollie, News reporter Matthew Crossman, Detective Sergeant Barry Ellis, Sean O’Brian…”

The list of dead continued.

Ryan just stared at his brothers name over and over. He felt his heart beat quicken, and his breathing become increasingly rapid. Tears welled in his eyes, and he bared his fangs. Holly, even with no experience of the signs of imminent change knew something was going to happen, and desperately sought for a solution. Ryan began to growl, as his sheer sorrow turned to hate. Hate for all life. It was going to be a massacre. Holly did what was necessary, and, hand sliding into the holstered pistol of the man in front, she wrenched his pistol free. Ryan was transforming, his musculature twisting and growing, his bones snapping and realigning. A muzzle stated to push forth from his face, and claws whipped out from his finger tips. The man in front span and yelled out as Holly pulled his gun. She needed people to scatter, and scatter fast. To this end she fired the pistol into the air repeatedly, whilst she simultaneously tried to drag the changing Ryan away from people. But it was too little, too late. Ryan was gone. Instead there was a monster, confused by the sights and smells of the city, and with three days until the full moon, he was hungry. So very hungry…

@ ghosty....

....I have a feeling things are about to get very interesting.


BTW it's 2 days until the full moon..

...Hmm...Given that Larkin had established his characters had entered Pinkertons home and were awaiting his return...Oliver being there could be explained in several ways...

Oliver is working alongside Longinus...as Pontius second ..
Oliver knew Longinus was in the house...but wanted to deliver his own "Message" to Pinkerton....
Oliver & Longinus are both working with Pontius...simply playing " Good cop/Bad Cop" with Pinkerton ( I like this one best)...
OR...

Mordoskul can do a new RP...

On the future...I'd ask that Vampire PCs PM each other with ideas and plans...( if applicable)...after all...you lot have serious political/finical power in the city...

....Yet another quick note...

Musatei and Amanda will be "recruiting" wolves for their pack soon....so all Wolf PCs may want to keep this in mind...

"Oliver & Longinus are both working with Pontius...simply playing " Good cop/Bad Cop" with Pinkerton ( I like this one best)..."

I like this one as well. Seems like something Oliver would enjoy doing.

Mordoskul wrote:"Oliver & Longinus are both working with Pontius...simply playing " Good cop/Bad Cop" with Pinkerton ( I like this one best)..."

I like this one as well. Seems like something Oliver would enjoy doing.

Ahhh...See where all on the same page then...

Agent Nash felt trapped. Not trapped in the traditional sense, he was not bound, but neither was he able to move about freely. At first he thought it was a dream, a nightmare. He was able to see what he was doing, but unable to control his actions, like his body was not his own. He remembered a mist, a red mist, but that was all. Whenever he tried to think about in any depth, something would push him away, as if he was an intruder in his own mind, held in a cage by an unknowable gaoler. He had been like this for days? Weeks? Minutes? Time had no meaning in the cage, sometimes it flowed like syrup, dripping through his mind like a wave of mud. Other times, it moved like lightning, days becoming seconds in mere moments. The only thing that mattered was the voice. A terrible echo that mocked him with words he no longer understood, telling him his weakness. He felt as if he was being dissected, bits of his mind stolen and digested, used as tools for a terrible machine that Nash did not, could not, understand. Escape was impossible, the cage ate your thoughts, transforming them into mocking caricatures that pulled him apart a piece at a time, stealing a part of him forever. What was worse, Nash could never remember what was stolen, as if he was not meant to know. Nash knew one thing, and one thing only; the cage was all.

As the car entered the garage Andy could feel joy welling inside of him, the days were changing and the control of the city was changing. Sure Pontius owned much of the land, but that was just property and property was always easy to destroy. Andy pushed open the door to see Danny sitting at the table with a drink in hand.

"How's everything going you irish son of a gun?" Andy's demeanor seemed to shock Danny.

"All's well I suppose," Danny swirled the glass, "Kara's still dead and hasn't risen as anything so that's always a silver lining. Dropped Hawthorne off at the airport as well."

"Good," Andy's happiness had been somewhat eroded by the memory of Kara, "Hawthorne deserved to get out of here."

Colt and Vegas entered behind the euphoric Andy, Colt looked sullen.

"What's with the pout?" Danny asked.

"Andy fed that guy to some huge ass vampire." Colt muttered before grabbing a drink for himself.

"Sean's been dealt with?" Danny raised an eyebrow and looked at Andy.

"Yep," Andy reported, "part one of operation Kill Big Bad is complete."

Andy went to the fridge and looked for a soda, his sweet tooth had been neglected for far too long. "So when do we start attacking the vamps?"

"Don't know." Danny shrugged, "you have something in mind?"

"I figured," Andy pulled a Cola from the fridge and opened it, "we could firebomb some of Pontius's businesses like Al Capone in the days of old."

"What about your mission," Danny put his glass down, "you know the one to avenge Kara?"

"The wolves lost some guys," Andy looked at his drink before looking back at Danny, "some of the vamps were injured but not killed. I figured we could finish some of them off before they can heal up and what better way than to remove the roof from their head?"

"The wolves lost how many?" Danny asked.

"About two or something," Andy approached the table and sat down, "I gotta tell you though, you should've seen this vamp. A ten pointer I tell ya, son of a bitch was huge, I'm going to get him after that wolf, Ryan."

Danny just nodded his head and grinned, "Yeah, of course you will."

"You don't believe me?" Andy asked responding to the mocking, "I'll do it, hell I'll place a bet on it."

Danny reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, he looked in it before tossing it on the table. Andy looked inside and saw a couple of hundred dollar bills.

"I'm hurt Danny," Andy placed a hand over his heart in jest, "I'm really hurt that you think so little of my abilities."

Danny laughed and pulled his wallet away.

OOC:

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Us supernaturals may be a bit more likely to try and kill you on sight next time -.- ....

Officer Carl Wresser sat in his living room in a daze, the events of the night had drained him, and to be frank, frightened him out of his mind. After the blood bath, Pinkerton had sent his officers home, to 'sleep it off'. That was a load of gak is he ever heard it. How the hell was he supposed to 'sleep off' being attacked by b-movie stars? He tipped back his bottle of whiskey, letting the burning liquid slide down his throat as he closed his eyes. Carl had been part of the 'cleanup crew', moving bodies and collecting any evidence that they could. He nearly choked as his door was battered down, and a massive man wearing a red greatcoat and sporting a matted black beard stepped inside. His pale face was a mass of scar tissue, with a craggy mouth stuffed with shark-like fangs, two beady, wholly white eyes stared at him from a face covered in drying gore. Carl gave a start as he recognized the creature from the battle only hours ago, the one that had eaten that bystander... Jumping up, Carl put two rounds through it's chest, but the creature seemed not to notice. Lumbering towards him, the thing lunged, forcing Carl to drop to the floor to avoid being flattened by it's charge. Rolling between it's thick legs, Carl made for the door, cursing as he ran. Suddenly, a huge hand closed around his collar, pulling him closer. The creature lifted him in the air effortlessly, laughing a deep belly laugh as Carl shot him in the face three times to no effect. The officer through a desperate punch towards it's face, but it simply opened it's mouth, bringing the massive fangs crunching down on the member, severing it at the elbow. Carl screamed as blood arced from the stump in a fountain, spraying the monster's face with gore. The 'man" dropped Carl to the ground, casually pulling off his other arm with a tug, leaving the officer a screaming wreck on the carpet. The creature snapped it's jaws shut on his neck, severing his head in a dramatic flourish, leaving the corpse gurgling blood on the floor. The monster took the man apart, arranging his organs and bones into a hideous totem, pulling the skull from it's mouth, the thing placed it on top. Smiling, it left the house, it's message clear to those that hunted under the full moon. It was a challenge, used in Old Russia to signify an honor duel. They would know, when they came, it would be ready. Written in gore was a single word; "Musatei".

Mordoskul wrote:Smiling, it left the house, it's message clear to those that hunted under the full moon. It was a challenge, used in Old Russia to signify an honor duel. They would know, when they came, it would be ready.

Whew, at first I thought he was challenging us Silly.

Once again Mordoskul...a great RP...with one slight inconsistancy...at the finally of the "Massacre on Cherry and Oak...or..Te Phone Booth that dripped Blood"...they're were no Officers (Pinkerton had no one other than Ellis) or Ahents other than Nash (who your currently wearing) left alive...

Just Pinkerton,Andy,Colt,Vegas and Nash...those where the human survivors...

Now...of course Officer Wresser could have always been on the "response team" that showed up and had to clean up the mess...

I think it should be titled "Call Disconnected" or "Wrong Number" or "Saving Crossman's Package" or "Andy's Super Happy Funtime at the Phonebooth" or "Why Nobody Uses Phonebooth's Anymore".

halonachos wrote:I think it should be titled "Call Disconnected" or "Wrong Number" or "Saving Crossman's Package" or "Andy's Super Happy Funtime at the Phonebooth" or "Why Nobody Uses Phonebooth's Anymore".

...I'll take all those titles under consideration....though "savings Crossmans Package" and " Andy's Super Happy Funtime at the Phonebooth" sound like stories you'd read in Penthouse forum...

Are you saying that I stole those titles from the Penthouse forum's? I wrote those stories so I can use the titles whenever I please! Oh wait, ummm, I didn't write stories for a Penthouse forum, I don't even know what Penthouse is.

halonachos wrote:Are you saying that I stole those titles from the Penthouse forum's? I wrote those stories so I can use the titles whenever I please! Oh wait, ummm, I didn't write stories for a Penthouse forum, I don't even know what Penthouse is.

..." Dear Penthouse Forum...I never thought anything like this would ever happen to me...but there I was ..alone in a phone booth when suddenly the most gorgeous pair of Asian cheerleaders carrying a can of whiped cream,a jump rope and a two foot salami walked up to me....

21 hours ago...

Walter Prudenzio, known as Little Walt to his companions through out the reniments of the mafia in Las Vegas was running for his life. His almost silver grey pressed suit was being put to the test as he bolted down the rear corridor of the Flamingo Casino and Hotel. Glancing at the decor, it seemed almost Ironic that he'd end up where he started almost sixty five years ago.
Banging through the main door to the kitchens he ran past startled chefs and waiting staff continuing through to the rear staff staircase taking them three steps at a time as he tried to reach the main security office. Reaching the second floor he could see the bold red door and darted through it, the two security guards jumping to their feet startled by his sudden arrival.

'Mr Prudenzio, we wasn't expecting..' he cut off the comment with a glare.

'I'm being followed deal with her!' he snapped as he picked a AA-12 shotgun off the armoury rack and checked it was loaded. Satisfied he headed out the rear door and headed straight up the rear access stairwell.

The two guards glanced at one another concerned at the state of their employer and drew their firearms. On the main moniter they could see a lone figure moving down the corridor towards the door of their office. It was hard to make out any features other than the fact it was a woman, but it was likely she was no mortal opponent and they lifted their automatics aiming at the doorway.
The door flew open and several shots rang out as they fired, half on instinct, half from the sesne of fear that lingered in the air.
As the momentary smoke cleared, they both stared at the empty corridor, a glance to the moniters show nothing, she was gone.

'What the hell?' muttered one as he stepped forward.

A smoke like tendril whiped out of the darkness in the corner of the room alongside the doorway and wrapped around his throat. He gasped in alarm as the shadow like smoke tightened and closed his airway, he felt the hyoid bone crack in his neck as darkness enveloped him. The other guard screamed out in alarm firing blindly into the shadow that now seemed to fill the room. A female face seemd to materalize in the shadow for a moment taunting him, before a spike of shadow punched through his chest and severed the spine.

The black haired woman smiled as she looked over the two bodies, she raised blood soaked fingers to her mouth and gently licked them clean as she strolled casually out of the rear of the office and up the stairwell.

Walt stood on the roof of the Flamingo, the night sky sparkling with the lights of thirty large casinos and many more smaller bars, hotels and places dedicated to the Vegas nightlife. It had been easy being a Vampire here, almost too easy. He watched the doorway in the distance, he had given himself sixty feet, it probably wasn't enough, but he was tired of running, it was now or never.

The door opened and she walked on to the roof, his first shoot hit the door frame to her right, the second hit her head on, but she wasn't there. She was already moving, her speed was ungodly among immortals who had long since turned their back on their own salvation. Three more shots came no where near to hitting her as she circled the roof past some water pipes before lunging at him.
Burning most of the blood in his system he span was a speed equal to her own and fired at near point blank range. The shot punched through the shadow that she had become sending tendrils of darkness into the night, then he felt her hit him. The impact felt like a train had just connected with his chest, he felt several ribs shatter and his left shoulder snap in two as she grasped his throat and slammed him into the short wall that ran around the rooftop.

He tried to lift the shotgun to get one last attempt to fire, but her free hand grasped the barrell and bent it horizontal away from the weapon. She then yanked it from from his grip and tossed it behind her with a wicked smile. Trying to punch with his now free hand she caught the blow with her own, and snapped the arm back at the elbow, seemingly pleased with his scream of pain.

'Do not wast my time Walter, you are nothing but a flea to me, if you wish to continue this existance on the dustbowl you are so happy call home, then you will tell me what I want to know.' She hissed quietly.

Her voice was unerving, a thick accent from somewhere he didn't recognise, but if the rumours where true it was somewhere old.

'I don't know nothin' he lied.

She smiled at him. 'I haven't asked you anything yet.' She punched her fist into his stomach and grasped the spine snapping it with a twist before spinning and throwing him thirty feet into the base of a water tower support. She heard something else snap inside the younger Vampire and walked slowly towards him.

Trying to focus, Walt looked at his shattered legs as she strolled towards him, although all of this damage was repairable it would require blood and time, neither a resource he had right now, He tried to lift himself, but it was futile, he was a broken man, quite literally.

'I don't care who you think you are Victoria, but I ain't tellin you nuthin, you can go to hell and I hope Satan takes one almighty gak on your..'

She yanked him up to her face and snarled at him.

'You seem to think there is some kind of choice in all this dear Walt, I watched as Rome fell in flames, I stood at the gates of Carthage as Scipio Aemilianus led the final assualt, I have fought Gods and Demons you pathetic worm. Let me illumuinate your position.' She glared at him, her blue eyes fading to a near pure white as they glowed with a dark red vigor that crept along his flesh and absorbed his own orbs with its unnatural light. His screams of agony errupted from his lips as the Soulsight tore into the very fibre of his being and she pushed his sanity to breaking point.

'Where is she Walt, it's taken me too many years to find out which of you little leeches was actually close to her in this city, where did she go!'

Somewhere inside Walt Prudenzio the last moment of his resistance to her power faltered, a deep scream inside his mind collapsed into the darkness never to return and he choked on blood as his body revulsed under her gaze.

'Empire City' he spat. 'She went to Empire City.'

Victoria smiled. 'Thank you Walt, may Lilith speed you somewhere.' His eyes opened in shock as she plunged her fangs into his throat, the last remaining blood in his weakened frame not lasting long to her kiss. He lay in her arms, twitching from the pain and pondered for moment so this is what it feels like, before the last drops where gone and everything became ash.

Wiping the blood from her lips Victoria walked to the wall and looked out over Vegas, how she hated this city, it was a momument to modern Humanity, and how they had spread too far across the globe. She had learned enough of the new world to get by, but she prefered the older ways, Zoroaster would have disliked this world she mused. Staring out into the iluminated night sky she noted a silver Lotus Elan pull up.
With a swift leap, she dropped from the roof down to the concrete parking area, spiralling into shadow halfway down and materilising behind the valet. Whisering into his ear as if a long lost friend, they both got into the car and he pulled away from the Flamingo. A frozen content smile on his lips as he drove down the street from the garage and towards the edge of the City.
By the time anyone knew the car was missing, she would have left the state, had the snack beside her and shifted vehicles. It was going to take a couple of days to reach Empire City, but at least she knew where Elizabeth was, this time there would be no escape.

Pressing the play button on the CD player, Victoria grinned as 'Run to the Hills' burst into life over the stereo system and leant back in her seat, at least the first part of her journey would be in style.


Player NPC

Player: Morathi's Darkest Sin
Character: Victoria
Race/affiliation: Vampire
Physical Description: about 5foot, 8inches, she is slim, athletic and has Raven hair and light blue eyes. There is a mediterranean hint to her skintone, possibly north african.
Equipment: Whatever she can carry.
Backstory: She is an ancient Vampire, who has found she only gains real substance from drinking the blood of other Vampires, her strongest powers require theblood of Vampires to work.
Location/resources: Unknown
Vehicle: Whatever she can find.
Other info: She is known by most Vampires due to her reputation as a warrior, and her great age, most Vampires do their best to avoid her.

Victoria

FITZZ wrote: Once again Mordoskul...a great RP...with one slight inconsistancy...at the finally of the "Massacre on Cherry and Oak...or..Te Phone Booth that dripped Blood"...they're were no Officers (Pinkerton had no one other than Ellis) or Ahents other than Nash (who your currently wearing) left alive...

Just Pinkerton,Andy,Colt,Vegas and Nash...those where the human survivors...

Now...of course Officer Wresser could have always been on the "response team" that showed up and had to clean up the mess...

Edited

@ MDS...

Seriously Loving Victoria...

" The Center Does not Hold..."


Musatei sat near Amanda,stroking her hair as Amanda nuzzled closely against her...she gazed up at Atlas ...her eyes still glimmering like dying coals...the fury,though contained was still close to the surface..." You seem distant..." Musatei said to Atlas.." Perhaps....even hesitent..I would hope that's not the case ...It would be a shame to...have to put one such as yourself down..."
Atlas stared at Musatei for a moment and began to speak when Amanda interupted..." Jenny...have a look at this.." she said,producing an Iphone from the bag she'd grabbed before they'd abbandoned the car.
Musatei gazed at the small screen built into the device...watching a video clip that someone had just uploaded...The clip was brief...showing a woman firing a pistol into the air as all around humans fled for their lives...
That,however isn't what held Musateis attention...it was the transformation taking place by a young and handsome man...Musatei smiled..." This is current?..." she asked Amanda.
" Just happened five minutes ago...downtown..." Amanda said..
Musatei nodded..." We should go to him...at least to observe .."she looked at Amanda " Get dressed...were going.."
Amanda frowned...Pulling a wisp of a mini dress from the bag..." I hate human trappings.." she said slipping the small garment over her body..." It's so...confining.."
Musatei smile as she pulled a simalar dress over her own frame..." Don't worry...we'll return home shortly...and you can be rid of it."...she turned to face Atlas once more..." We are going to observe this ..new wolf...perhaps contact him...I'd advise you two to stay in the cave....I'm sure the humans still seek us....as will the minions of that bloated leech Pontius" Musatei walked to the mouth of the cave before turning" ..And consider your Possistion ...you would be an asset to me...to our kind...but...if your not part of my pack...we will hunt you.."
With that Musatei and Amanda left the cave and sprinted into the night.

Godammit I might as well just do it

RP:

Atlas waited for a while, he estimated 5 minutes, before he spoke to Rose.

"Okay, we have got to go. Get up."

Rose drearily sat up, yawned, and replied tiredly.

"Hmm, what? Leave? You can't be serious, we have a good thing going with them, we could control the entire city!"

"I don't want to control the city Rose, I want to live a normal life, without all this violence and death!"

"So, wait, you're telling me that you want to try and settle down after you have killed high status people in the City, and almost demolished the police force!?"

"That was a mistake, I got coult up in the hasrhness and cruelty of life, and how unfair MY life has been! I have never known love and freidnship in my entire life, and that transformed a cold and heartless bastard!" Atlas paused, tearings swelling up in his eyes, and looked down in shame, before speaking again. "Collins, he mostprobably had a wife, and friends, and I took him away from them. He was a good man, a respectable man who just wanted to bring law and order to the city, same for the others. And I killed them. I killed them all!" he shouted. "I can't amend for what I have done, but I can still change my life around and try to protect the humans who are still scared for thier life. I can. I will. And I want you to this with me."

Rose paused hesitant, before looking deep into Atlas' eyes, into his very soul, and replied.

"Okay, I will do it," before walking over to him, and putting her lips against his for a kiss. "Now, what do you want me to do?"

Atlas smiled, and wiped his tears away, before talking again.

"I want you to gover to an alleyway near the media building, and I will meet you there soon. Hurry, we can't be too long, otherwise Amanada and Musatei might return. Remember, they will mostprobably hunt us down now we are doing this. It is a risk we must take."

Rose nodded, and gave him a small kiss again, before leaving the cave, and running to where she needed to be. Atlas watched her as she went, and smiled.

He will protect the people of this city.

*************

Atlas walked through the dark and dirty alleyways of the city, flowers in his hand, wrapped together ina bouqet. He had picked them from the many flowers by the lake. He needed them. To say sorry, and farewell. Soon he saw Rose leaning against a wall, beautiful as always, and she spoke to him.

"You took your time."

"I know,. Now please, come with me."

She nodded, and they left the alleyway, and started to walk the streets of the city, sparkling in the night. Soon, they came upon the scene of the dreaded Phonebooth slaughter. It was barred with police tape. Atlas did'nt care. He ducked under it and continued to walk towards the phonebooth, Rose following. When he got up to it, and smelt the blood that was spilt earlier, spoke.

"I cannot be forgiven for what I did here. I killed you both, while you were just protecting the city that you love from crime, violence... death. But I just want to do this, to show that I will never forget the terrible things that I did here, and that they will haunt me forever. Just know that. Rest in peace."

He then laid down the flowers, a note tuked in inside them, which just summarised what he said, and lay down his head, and there was silence.
After a few moments he turned to Rose, and whispered,

"We need to go."

She nodded, and ran away with him into the night.

@ Kais..

Nice RP man..

I have to say though..that while your actions are indeed noble,you may end up regreting them...

Still...it's cool your character is showing the streagth of his convictions ...despite the many obvious dangers.

Yeah, I'm hoping that I can either find some new friends ooor find a player that might help.

Ok...time for a updates...just to make everything easy...

In the Vamp Camp we have Victoria ,a powerful ancient heading for Empire City in search of Scarlet...how she'll react to what she discovers is anyones guess..

We have Loginus still hiding in Pinkertons house...

We have Pontius..the ancient vampire who's risen to power in Empire City currently wearing Agent Nash as a meat suit...what plots and plans he has in mind only time will tell...

we've got Oliver slicing and dicing his way through the enemies of Pontius...along with the Opriknikki....who's left a chalenge to the Wolves...

...and of course we have poor Sean...who's laying in the Mourge...his body changing...

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In the Wolves Camp...

...Ryan has discovered Seans "death" and is wolfing out in the middle of Downtown as Holly tries to get him away from the area...
...We've got Atlas,who along with Rose is now searching for redemption for his horrific actions in the past...
We've got an MIA Lukos...last seen entering a bunker with a stoned old hippy..
...And of course we have Musatei and Amanda...who's soul desire is take down Pontius and claim Empire City as They're feeding grounds.

And of course the Hunters...who have an opperative of Pontius among them in the form of Danny...

Will Andy,Sky and Colt discover this sinister agent before it's too late?...only time will tell..

...Oh and of course we have Pinkerton...poor man...knocked out on his floor.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, I'm hoping that I can either find some new friends ooor find a player that might help.

I also have a friend who may join

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, I'm hoping that I can either find some new friends ooor find a player that might help.

That makes sense...though..as I said..it's a high risk move on your part,The Vamps are your sworn enemies and would most likely kill you on sight...as would the Hunters,and the remaining Wolves will now either hunt you or at the very least have their own problems to deal with (course I could be wrong here.)...

Which ever way it goes.it'll be interesting.

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, I'm hoping that I can either find some new friends ooor find a player that might help.

I also have a friend who may join

That's fine by me so long as they have read through the RP...


BTW...Feel free to RP Longinus speaking to Pinkerton when you can...I'd sort of like to see him up of the floor.

Can't any hunters be nice to Atlas.

He does'nt want to be a werwolf, and he won't eat you, honest.