Catos wrote: He was responsible for the death of the Hunter master Colt,
*grumble grumble*
So many grudges, so litlle time...
Just look at it as an opertunity to avenge Colt..
And Dez,...
And Ryan O'Brian...
And possibly Holly
And if i'm right... the shade too
and then we still have the overaching plot...
Seems like Vegas is going to have fun
Not just Vegas...
Overall this RP is going to be a much larger affair than the first one was...much more going on and a lot more plotlines to follow...plus a lot of old scores to be settled...but fear not...it will all come together.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Wait for me FITZZ, I need to do a write up...
No rush Kais...nothing will happen until Nachos gets a chance to RP his response as well....so your RP will be part of the "set up" for any upcoming fun.
Damnit Fitzz, making me make the choice. Good thing I have D10's!
I figured that this early in the RP I'd let you decide what happens to Wendy...but...I do see an event looming.
EDIT:...Truth be told ...I have two potential events in the works...
Rolled off of a 65 for BS and barely missed.
BIC:
It was an interesting game of poker, Andy was down a few bucks and Wendy wasn't doing too well either, but this time Andy held a flush in his hands and was slow playing Miranda. As he laid down his cards in triumph the glass from the window blew into the room, instinctively all three hunters went to the ground but it sounded like Wendy hit the ground harder than she should have. Blood poured from her face as she lay on the floor, Andy feared that she was hit and immediately rolled closer to her he put his hand on her back to push her over and check her face. Upon rolling her over he found a large gash on her left temple she had hit the edge of the table as she ducked and the force had been enough to stun her. Andy looked out of the window and didn't see anything on the rooftop, until he saw something stalking towards the center. The sniper had returned to try to finish them off, this time he wouldn't be unmolested.
"Miranda, sniper on the adjacent roof! Get Wendy out into the hallway and wait for me!" Andy shouted as he began to fire at the figure in the dark, "fething bastard, I'll rip your balls off and shove them down your throat!"
The shots echoed in the room and after firing several times Andy made his way to the hallway as well, he knew that they would have to move in order to avoid the police from holding them back.
"We need to get down to the garage ASAP." Miranda knelt by a recovering Wendy.
Andy eyed a hole in the wall and a hole in the wall across from it, sobbing was coming from behind it. Security was using the elevators as Andy, Miranda, and Wendy made their way down the stair case, Andy tore a bit off of his sleeve and wrapped it around Wendy's gash and made her wear his cap to conceal it from anybody who may see them. With the rest of his sleeve he wiped the blood from her face and hid his torn, bloody sleeve under his own jacket. They had to get to the security room for the rest of their gear, hopefully a tech would be wiling to let them in. Sure enough there was a commotion in the lobby, but everyone seemed too busy to notice them as they snuck along the wall leading to the security room. Andy banged on the door and a tech wearing the hotel security uniform answered, with a click the door opened and they went inside.
"We need our gear and we need to get out." Andy said quickly as the tech opened the metal cases containing their gear, he handed them their weapons before wishing them good luck.
They entered the garage and headed for the truck, before they even opened the doors Andy stopped and looked at the other cars. "Not the truck," Andy said to Miranda, "they may have put a bomb or something in it."
"What car then?" Miranda asked as she shouldered Wendy.
"The blue Jaguar." Andy pointed at a magnificent sportscar, "It's a hard top and its fast."
Miranda searched over the car and found nothing they could use to get in, she turned as fast as she could to avoid the end of Andy's sword as he smashed open the window. An alarm went off as Miranda quickly opened the door and began pulling wires from under the steering wheel. Soon the alarm cut off and the lights flashed on, then the windshield wipers squeeked across the windshield before the car actually started. They got in and Andy sat in the back with Wendy who was still dizzy from the blow.
"We need to get to a hospital first before we deal with the prick that did this." Andy supported Wendy's neck with his arm and held her close to him.
"We're going to a hospital, but we need to call for support and I think its clear who's doing this gak." Miranda looked into the rearview as they peeled out of the garage.
"Some fething vamp we know from before." Andy said after thinking for a second.
"He's pissed for sure." Miranda agreed.
"I saw a figure on the roof, didn't look like it had a rifle, shot at it anyways." Andy said over the wind rushing in from the broken window.
"Could've been a spotter or something, either way it was probably a vamp." Miranda could hardly hear Andy.
Andy nodded and looked back at Wendy, "It'll be alright, you're going to be okay." he said quietly to her.
"What was that?" Miranda asked from the front seat.
"I was talking to Wendy." Andy replied as they made their way to the hospital.
...The large wolf crept stealthly to the Nrajahs door, casting a quick glance towards Uri..he motioned for his partner to take up a possistion on the opposite side of the doorway..
From inside the room he caught the scent of the Nrajah...the scent of ...not fear...but...
" He knows we're here" the big wolf said quickly ducking low..
" Wha..how?" Uri started to say when suddenly a round punched through the wall taking the smaller wolfs bottom jaw off in a spray of gore...
" Uri!!" the big wolf shouted as his comrade spun ..gurgling in agony..
" Bastard!!" the big wolf screamed as he kicked the rooms door from the hinges and charged inside...
OK...first player event of the RP has started...
WARORK send me your PM....
FITZZ wrote: BTW Nachos...you sort of surprised me with the dash for the hospital...I now have to re-think the second event.
Well, when a loved one has a table attack their face there's only one place I can think about going, but I don't think they have Walgreens's in Prague so the hospital was the second choice, Wal-Mart was a close third.
Right. Exams over. Freedom to delve into all of lifes exotic pleasures, but first, an Rp from me, to you.
IC: Ryan shook his head, blinking back into the present. By his side, Holly was waking up, morhping back to her human self, and arching her back leisurely to get some feeling back. She then sat up and pushed her hair from her eyes, staring critically at the faded blue.
"I'll need to dye this again soon." She said, before standing up, and, slipping past Ryan, she began to change into clothes. Ryan waited until she was gone, his face turned away out of respect, before he too transformed. It had been several days since he had actually taken the form of a human, necessity had required him to be on his guard at all times, and with good reason. They were heading through the Czech Republic, Wolf Central. How many people went mysteriously missing each year in this country? How many more disappearances were covered up by the authorities? It was good practice to be on alert, some wolves wouldn't wait for him to change before going for the throat. However, three days of being an animal had certainly taken their toll. Ryan suppressed the urge to scratch his ear with his foot, and got to his feet, keeping perfect balance despite the shakes of the truck on the frozen road. He then proceeded to step over to the pile of his clothes lying discarded on the floor. He dressed quickly, and pulled out a squashed pack of tobacco from his battered trouser pocket he began the monumental task of rolling himself a cigarette with hands, when he was used to having paws.
Holly slipped into the front, and sat with her feet resting against the dashboard. Her amber eyes watched ahead for several seconds, gazing out at the winding road ahead, before she turned to look over at Lisa. The short Latino women was focused entirely on the road, her eyes straining to see through the wall of rain, snow, and hail that was pounding the outside.
"Haven't got the hang of seeing with your nose yet, honey?" Holly said, lightly touching Lisa on the arm. She shook her head, and carried on driving. Holly sighed. Since embracing the curse of lycanthropy, Lisa had slowly lost more and more of her individuality as time progressed. She had become utterly devoted to the pack, and, as much as Holly tried to stop her, she would do whatever was commanded of her. Hell, she had been driving since they passed through the Czech border non stop. That had been days ago, and all because Ryan had jokingly told her to drive his shift (They had been taking it in turns) because he was 'tired.' She had simply nodded, and set to work.
"Hey, lemme take the wheel for a bit, hows that sound Lisa?"
The women turned to the response of her name, her eyes drooping and with heavy bags underneath. She looked on the verge of collapse, but then, much to Hollies surprise, and horror, she said "We're ok, thanks."
"Lisa, get in the back and get some sleep." Ryans undiplomatic, harsh and heavily accented voice proceeded his entry into the cab. Without a second glance, Lisa got up, and went into the back of the truck, half stumbling from exhaustion. Once she was gone, Holly shot out a slap at Ryan, claws extended. He yelped out, covering the hand print of his face with one of his own. "What was that for?!" He growled, taking over driving, and placing a horribly rolled mess of tobacco and rizler into his mouth from where it had perched on his ear.
"One. You made her drive for three days straight. Two, she could've crashed at any given moment, she was that tired. And three, I've already told you about my concerns with her. If you keep ordering her about, she may forget even who she is."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "That was sound advice, not an order."
"It's different now. You're an Alpha, your word is law. And she looks up to you, you should be trying to knock some sense into her, not exacerbating things."
A devilish grin spread across Ryans face. "Wait, so if I went an' said 'go feth yourself' would sh- " Ryan yelped in pain again as a second clawed backhand caught him across the face. "God dammit Women, stop hitting me in the face!"
Holly gave him a stern look, but then turned to looking back out to the road. Ryan rubbed some life back into his jaw, but said no more. They sat in perpetual silence for several more minutes, until, quite abruptly Ryan asked why Holly didn't listen to his orders. She said nothing, feigning anger, but deep down, something began to worry her. She had been going for a third slap, but she had stopped. Was it because he told her not to, or was it because she felt two slaps had been enough. Holly couldn't determine which it was, but it unsettled her.
Ryans frowned. He caught a smell in the wind. And a second later, he sensed it again. It was car fuel. Someone was following them not far behind. Ryan pulled off the road and into the cover of a copse of trees, slowing to a stop, and, grinding to a halt, the Truck sat in the darkness of the woods, the front lights glowing like inviting orbs. Ryan turned off the ignition, and they were plunged into darkness.
"What the hell!" Holly hissed, but she kept her voice low, sensing something was wrong. Ryan said nothing, and instead waited with bated breath. No sound was made except that of flesh twisting and reforming as quietly as Ryan could let it, barely audible over the sound of the incoming vehicle. Ryans huge hand reached out and pushed the door open, and landing on all fours, the huge Wolf dissipated into the rain.
Right. Exams over. Freedom to delve into all of lifes exotic pleasures, but first, an Rp from me, to you.
(Can totally relate, today was my very last exam for High school, I get my diploma on June 7th )
I still got four weeks of exams..... not counting this week
(Ouch, bummer, but then again, I hear that the education system in Europe is much better than here anyway so you may actually be better off than me there... )
...Harlow ducked the splintered door of his room as it crashed into the wall behind him and lodged into the sheet rock...
"Bastard!!" a huge man shouted at Harlow as he entered the room drawing a pistol..." Jarin may want you captured...but he'll forgive me!!" the man screamed firing his weapon.
Quickly Harlow rolled to the right as two bullets cut the air around him...raising his own rifle Harlow fired..the bullet ripping through the big mans stomach..
" Filth!!..Nrajah!!" the big man cursed stumbling backwards and attempting to correct his aim...
Again Harlow fired...this round entering the mans throat...
The man trembled...his weapon barking once before slipping from his fingers...
Harlow flinched as the silver round entered his shoulder...scorching his flesh like molten steel.
With a roar of anger, Harlow lept at the big man as he staggered about...blood frothing from his mouth..
Drawing his silver blade ...Harlow slashed into the wounded wolf repeatedly..spilling it's internals on to the rooms carpet in a splatering pool...
The big man glared at Harlow...attempting to transform ...his fangs clicked as he spat at the man ..." The Queen will kill you..."
Harlow sneered at the wolf..." feth your Queen" he said as he buried his blade into the wolf's heart...
The partially transformed wolf writhed and twisted as the silver blade pierced it's heart, cleaving it in two...
the smell of burning flesh filled the air as the wolf screamed in agony and convulsed...dropping dead to the floor.
Harlow withdrew the blade, his eyes fixing on the hallway beyond the door..."There were two of them" he thought..
Cautiously he exited the room...spying a blood trail leading for the stairway...
Quickly, Harlow followed the trail of gore finally coming to a large pool across from the hotel...
" The other one ran..." Harlow said to himself..." fether got away..."
Harlow turned rapidly and ran back for his room....he'd escaped this time...but he knew that more wolves would be coming soon.
WARORK93 wrote:(Ouch, bummer, but then again, I hear that the education system in Europe is much better than here anyway so you may actually be better off than me there... )
Yeah Belgium was in the top 5 or so.... Remember reading that somewhere...
I've got a friend who's doing a minor industial engineer (or something) but he says that when he goes to America, his degree would be the same as that of master...
But still its no fun, to study while others run around.... in their house .... playing on the Wii
Went back and re-read your RP's and can't really justify an event ATM...get your characters into a situation/location that suggest an event and I'll be happy to .
WARORK93 wrote:(Ouch, bummer, but then again, I hear that the education system in Europe is much better than here anyway so you may actually be better off than me there... )
Yeah Belgium was in the top 5 or so.... Remember reading that somewhere...
I've got a friend who's doing a minor industial engineer (or something) but he says that when he goes to America, his degree would be the same as that of master...
We don't accept your medical school graduates as doctors though, fun fact there.
.....The shape cursed under it's breath, realizing the shot had missed Bruss Wife before the bullet even smashed through the hotel window...
As the figure attempted to readjust the rifle sights and locate Andy a faint scraping noise came from behind...the stealthy approach of at least two people..."No...not people" the figure thought.." Wolves"
...quickly the shape dropped the magazine from his rifle and slapped a fresh clip containing Silver rounds into his weapon...the shape spun quickly,pulling it's cloak over it's lower face...moving rapidly in the distance were two wolves..in human form...weapons drawn...the shape rolled into cover and raised the rifle in it's hands as shots from Andy's hotel window echoed over the roof top...
That's you Kais...Andy didn't stick around for combat ,so it's Dez and his Partner Vs..The Shape.
FITZZ wrote: rolled into cover and raised the rifle in it's hands as shots from Andy's hotel window echoed over the roof top...
I potentially saved his life and had some kind of adverse effect on the situation, go me!
And Fitzz, you really wanted Andy to fly across the rooftops and attempt to use his almighty pimp hand to subdue the shadowy figure didn't you? Unfortunately Andy lost the ability to fly when his pimp hand enhancement went completely wrong. See they were in the middle of the Flava Spell when the Grand Funkmaster prepared a solution of Crunk Juice that was not diluted enough and when Andy drank this purple drink his pimp hand became too powerful to handle. His right hand became perfectly flat and launched itself at 30mph towards Andy's face. The impact caused Andy to go unconscious and they had to reconstruct his face and part of his brain in order to save his life. During the surgery Dr. Dre dropped the replacement brain lobe like it was hot which caused the part of the brain containing the ability to fly to become damaged. However, Andy's pimpitude increased when they tried to compensate for the loss of the flying ability.
So in the end he couldn't fly, but he became Supafly.
In other news, do I need to worry about an event for Andy or am I free to RP?
FITZZ wrote: rolled into cover and raised the rifle in it's hands as shots from Andy's hotel window echoed over the roof top...
I potentially saved his life and had some kind of adverse effect on the situation, go me!
And Fitzz, you really wanted Andy to fly across the rooftops and attempt to use his almighty pimp hand to subdue the shadowy figure didn't you? Unfortunately Andy lost the ability to fly when his pimp hand enhancement went completely wrong. See they were in the middle of the Flava Spell when the Grand Funkmaster prepared a solution of Crunk Juice that was not diluted enough and when Andy drank this purple drink his pimp hand became too powerful to handle. His right hand became perfectly flat and launched itself at 30mph towards Andy's face. The impact caused Andy to go unconscious and they had to reconstruct his face and part of his brain in order to save his life. During the surgery Dr. Dre dropped the replacement brain lobe like it was hot which caused the part of the brain containing the ability to fly to become damaged. However, Andy's pimpitude increased when they tried to compensate for the loss of the flying ability.
So in the end he couldn't fly, but he became Supafly.
...And fortunately ...I sat my drink down prior to reading that... I didn't so much expect Andy to leap across to the other roof as I expected him to rush downstairs and across the street in hopes of catching the shooter...looks like married life has changed old Andy's perspectives on a few things.
FITZZ wrote: rolled into cover and raised the rifle in it's hands as shots from Andy's hotel window echoed over the roof top...
I potentially saved his life and had some kind of adverse effect on the situation, go me!
And Fitzz, you really wanted Andy to fly across the rooftops and attempt to use his almighty pimp hand to subdue the shadowy figure didn't you? Unfortunately Andy lost the ability to fly when his pimp hand enhancement went completely wrong. See they were in the middle of the Flava Spell when the Grand Funkmaster prepared a solution of Crunk Juice that was not diluted enough and when Andy drank this purple drink his pimp hand became too powerful to handle. His right hand became perfectly flat and launched itself at 30mph towards Andy's face. The impact caused Andy to go unconscious and they had to reconstruct his face and part of his brain in order to save his life. During the surgery Dr. Dre dropped the replacement brain lobe like it was hot which caused the part of the brain containing the ability to fly to become damaged. However, Andy's pimpitude increased when they tried to compensate for the loss of the flying ability.
So in the end he couldn't fly, but he became Supafly.
...And fortunately ...I sat my drink down prior to reading that... I didn't so much expect Andy to leap across to the other roof as I expected him to rush downstairs and across the street in hopes of catching the shooter...looks like married life has changed old Andy's perspectives on a few things.
Andy put on his jacket, a grim expression on his face as he prepared to fight the forces of evil who had shot at his wife. "Miranda, take care of her in case I don't come back." he yelled to the woman supporting his wife. As Andy swung the door open a hand reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, blood smeared on his jacket as the sudden stop caused his jacket to press against the front of his neck, temporarily choking him.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Wendy asked Andy angrily.
"I was going to go after the guy who shot at you!" Andy explained while rubbing his neck.
"Oh no you're not, I'm not going to raise the kid alone while you run off and play with your friends." Wendy said angrily.
"But he shot at you, he tried to kill you!" Andy tried to reason with her.
"And if he kills you then I have to take care of the kid alone while you're dead." Wendy continued to berate Andy.
"Forget this, I'm just going to go kill the guy." Andy said defiantly as he walked to the door.
"Okay, fine." Wendy sighed, "I see that you have priorities."
"What do you mean by that?" Andy asked.
"Oh nothing." Wendy said in defeat.
"Fine, I won't go after the guy." Andy sighed and they began to head down to the lobby to collect their gear.
Meanwhile on the rooftop across from the hotel the shadowy figure was busy laughing its ass off at the conversation it had heard with its directional mic. Dez approached the figure rolling on the floor and prepared to end its existence before the figure put its finger up, telling Dez to wait a second. It then produced a recording of the conversation and Dez began to laugh as well. Andy heard laughter as they drove away from the hotel and cursed the wedding ring on his finger. The symbol of marriage had prevented him from killing all sorts of supernatural characters. Although Andy did recognize the laughter as being from Dez, the ex-hunter who had been turned into a wolf. At that moment Andy forgot all of his sympathy for the now werewolf and he cocked his weapon and prepared to jump out of the car after him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wendy asked with her eyes closed after hearing the click from the gun.
WARORK93 wrote:(Ouch, bummer, but then again, I hear that the education system in Europe is much better than here anyway so you may actually be better off than me there... )
Yeah Belgium was in the top 5 or so.... Remember reading that somewhere...
I've got a friend who's doing a minor industial engineer (or something) but he says that when he goes to America, his degree would be the same as that of master...
We don't accept your medical school graduates as doctors though, fun fact there.
(At the Bar)
How's everyone doing now?
Well we have had two new members, their names escape me at the mo, but they came from the crooked house, apparently something massive has just came down there, something about a great evil returning.
Pontius?
No, he isn't that big here, he was in empire city but here he's just another lapdog.
Apperntly some of our scouts have picked up on LOT of wolfie activity recently, there must something big going down around here, if not now it'll be happening soon.
We also need to find Juli, my guess is she will be there if anywhere. The wolf activity isn't too ahrsh, a brawl in a bar thats all.
Yet like us they adore secrecy, they wouldn't break it for just a bar brawl, it will be more important than we realise.
Ivanniva runs in:
Master's I came as soon as my humani told me. In the center of the city there has been sounds of gunfire and an american woman has been rushed to hospital, acompanying her was the wretched piece of scum Bruss, and another hunter friend, the woman must ahve some significance to him, or he wouldn't go to that much troubles.
Isaac, take all the humani we have here and bring me here, dead or alive, alive preferable but not mandetory. And we have enough Berrettas to arm everyone as well as one Vz. 58, wear a trench coat to hide, you can pretend to be a relative, good luck
may the gods stand between you and harm, good luck hunting.
We await your return master.
Two months ago – Louisiana bayou, somewhere SW of New Orleans
Lighting the last candle on the roof of the old bus, Erzuli sat and tried to calm herself, fed up of dreams. She had enjoyed the excursion in North Carolina but when she had returned home she was sure it was a day later than she thought it was. Despite his assurances, the pack’s assurances, Danica’s assurances… her being so nice was truly freaky… she just couldn’t get the feeling out of her head that she should have gotten back on that Friday, not Saturday. Putting it out of her head and flexing her shoulders she got back to what she was supposed to be doing. The candles around her illuminated the immediate area but beyond that circle, there as nothing but blackness on this moonless night. She started laying out the objects in front of her: needing to make some new paste sooner than expected was annoying, some of the ingredients were hard to get but her hip had been hurting much more than usual. She lifted a small cauldren onto the gas stove in front of her and poured in some water; various herbs went in along with enough white bark to fill the pot. As it began to boil she started chanting an old rhyme to the spirits, asking for this potion to be blessed. She picked up a tiny vial of red liquid and dripped it all into the pot, chuckling at the hiss as it fell in. Lifting a small cage to her face, she grinned at the tiny bird inside it, the swallow looked back and tilted its head.
“You are so quiet little one.”
Opening the cage she grasped the bird, pulling it out and holding it out in front of her. Lifting a knife in her other hand, she held it over the bird, who did not struggle, even as it felt the heat from the simmering mixture on its chest. Erzuli drew the knife under the birds throat and paused, hearing somthing coming from the old house behind her. She glanced back and sighed to herself, ‘not again’ she thought. Getting back to her current work she sliced off a few feathers from the swallow’s neck before putting the creature back in its cage. She smiled again and gave the bird a piece of corn.
“Not even nervous anymore eh, Franklin. Good girl.”
Smoke flew up in front of her, white and fresh smelling. The wolf sighed in satisfaction and took in the fumes around her, this part always relaxed her but sadly it was easier to carry paste around than steam. She felt her muscles relax and the tightness around her hip lessened. Just a few more hours and she would have her salve. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over the pot, whispering a thanks to the spirits. She felt the scar on her hand tense and pull; opening her eyes the smoke had changed to a dull grey. Her hand twitched and she felt her lungs sting, coughing she growled and leapt up, something was very wrong with this batch. Looking into the cauldren she saw the liquid was a dark green and not its usual hue. Shifting in anger she flung the pot off the roof with a swipe of her huge paw. The bus creaked in protest at her weight, she cursed to herself and shifted back down, swearing again at the sight of her tattered clothes. She knelt down and started to go through each ingredient, trying to find out what was wrong. Unable to find anything wrong she grumbled.
“Looks like I messed up this time.”
The banging from her house echoed in the night and she muttered again, starting to clean up the mess infront of her. She lifted up the small vial and looked at it curiously, it smelt wrong, only now that the wind had cleared her nose could she tell.There was a black residue at the bottom, the tiniest speck but it was clear now, the blood had been rotten.
“Hugo…”
Her eyes narrowed, it seemed her favorite smuggler had at last failed her. She looked down suddenly, remembering the cage had not been on the roof when she last looked. Glancing around she saw a feather drift off the edge of the bus. Erzuli grabbed a flashlight from her bag and jumped down, starting to look round franticly. She found the cage, smashed upon a rock it had the misfortune to land on, the swallow was in a similar state to its cage. A smash brought her attention back to her house. She frowned and climbed back onto the bus’ roof. Carefully, she packed up the ritual then jumped onto the bonnet and started to walk back to her home. Her hip ached again and her mood blackened further as she opened the front door.
“Well I might as well do something constructive tonight.”
The armored jeep entered the small village of ????, while the night started to fall. Inside were Rachel and Vegas safely protected by the steel plating. “Lets find a place to sleep.” Rachel said while paying close attention to the road. Vegas frowned, she wanted to get to Prague as soon as possible. That was what the Oracle had said. But a good nights rest wouldn’t be bad either. “Fine.” She reluctantly said. Rachel grinned as she started to look for a motel or a tavern. Vegas looked outside while picking a fresh cigarette out of the box. “This town seem abandoned.” She stated as they passed another home without light. “Maybe a power outage?” Rachel guessed. “I think not.” Vegas answered as they passed a house with all the windows boarded up.”Whatever it is…. It’s not our problem, all we need is a good bed.”
Rachel stopped as she saw a motel/bar. The lights were out, every possible entry point seemed to be boarded. Vegas jumped out and looked at the ramshackle fortifications. “They really are a shy people.” Rachel tried to joke. “Maybe, but I don’t like the look of this.” Rachel looked up to Vegas. “…Supernatural?” Vegas lifted her shoulders. “Lets check the towns square, I want to know more. They both crawled back in the jeep and Rachel sat course to the towns centre. They passed more deserted houses, which each one they passed the mood in the vehicle dropped. Rachel could feel the first effects of adrenaline seeping into her body. The jeep reached the town square. The entire square was made out of tiny cobblestone, with a grim looking church in the middle.
Rachel stopped in front of the church. “this place really is a ghost town.” She muttered. “Not quite..” Vegas replied when she saw the massive church door open. An old man appeared, an old hunting rifle in his shaking hands. “Good evening.” Vegas greeted the old man. The man aimed his crosshairs firmly on Vegas. “Don’t even think about it!” Rachel yelled her Ak-47 aimed at the old man. “are you the promised help?” the man asked in broken English. “Help for what?” The man began to tremble more. “They said: wolf people.” Vegas blood froze. Prague wasn’t far from here, And the Oracle said she was just guessing. This could be her. “Who promised help?” Rachel asked. The man stuttered as he tried to explain. From what Vegas could understand it was a small angry man and a fierce warrior woman.” “Sounds familiar doesn’t it Vegas?” “Yeah but they’re in America if I’m not mistaken.” “Where are the inhabitants of this town?” The man pointed at the church. “Most of us left town, but for some of us … we simply can’t.” Vegas heard the sound of a baby emerging from behind the door. Vegas turned her head at Rachel. “Bwhueh,… There goes my beauty sleep.”
Vegas grinned as she looked back at the old man. “Well…” “Viktor I am the mayor of this town.” “Well Viktor, go inside … lock the door and don’t come out … no matter what you may hear.” The mayor nodded and disappeared inside the church. “But what if it’s an entire pack?” Rachel asked while the church door closed shut. “Well good thing we’ve got enough silver bullets to start a small civil war.” Rachel smiled … she couldn’t believe that she’s actually started to like this. “I must be crazy.” She said. “What?” Vegas said while opening the back of the jeep. “Nothing..” Rachel replied while she looked at the trunk. It was filled with weapons and ammo. Maybe not a small civil war, but enough to make a mess of things. Rachel grabbed some silver ammo clips and replaced the normal bullets in her AK-47. Vegas pulled a bandoleer out of the jeep. She threw her overcoat on the ground. The thing would just hinder her. She threw the bandoleer on her shoulder, the silver shell tinkled softly. Her two pistols firmly in their holsters and finally she pulled out her trusty sawed off. Vegas felt something change, she wasn’t sure what it was. She turned around looking at near buildings. “What wrong Vegas?” Rachel asked her gun scouring the rooftops. Vegas got the feeling that her tattoo started to crawl across her skin. could feel the eyes of something going over her. This was not a wolf, but whatever it was,… It was coming fast. Vegas jumped onto the jeep, pulling the katana from its scabbard, her other hand firmly holding onto her shotgun. “hold on Rachel… Its here.”
OOC: lets explore the main storyline...cause i'm curious
Andy was in the lobby of the hospital as the ER technicians were busy working on Wendy's head and God knows what else. He was near the corner of the hallway as he dialed a number on his phone and opened up a door to the bathroom, making sure nobody else was in there with him.
"We need back up." Andy said quietly into the phone when the line was picked up.
"There's not much we can offer at the moment," the voice on the other end replied, "you have what the network is sending you."
"We've got nothing, we have no other actual hunters with us, only a bunch of techs sitting in a hotel security room." Andy kept his voice low, "We need more."
"You're not any more special than the other chapters Prague." the voice replied.
"What's your name?" Andy leaned against the wall.
"I'm not allowed to tell you that." the voice returned, "Security protocols now."
"Well, I'm going to say Bill, listen Bill I have two other hunters with me. One of them is my pregnant wife so she's not really that good. Well, Bill here's the thing they tried to kill us with a fething assassin!" Andy's voice raised at the mention of the assassin, but he maintained it below a yell.
"Sorry to hear about that Prague, but there's nothing we can do for you right now." the voice replied.
"Then there's nothing we can do," Andy returned to his previous volume, "you get us supplies, information, and men or we're fething out of here like last year's fashion."
"That's dereliction." the voice replied, "You can't just leave and you are there to do a job."
"We can't do our fething job you piece of gak, there's something we've never dealt with out of here, the vamps seem to know every fething thing about us, and we don't know a damn thing." Andy walked into a stall, "You get us something or we're fething gone."
"What about the villagers and the people in the city, are you going to let them die?" the voice on the other side tried to coax Andy into staying.
"Don't try that guilt trip crap," Andy felt like caving in the guy's head, "how about we try this, we stay the course and then not only do all three of us die, but all of the techs in the hotel, all of the techs in the country, and the people in the village and city. How about that, does that seem better to you?"
There was some silence on the other end of the line, "We'll see what can be done." the voice answered finally, "But there should be some other hunters with you as well. Some Russian stalkers and a Djinn should be in your location by now."
"We haven't seen them, but they need to be relocated." Andy thought for a second, "Can you redirect them to the hospital?"
"We can attempt to reach them for you." the voice responded before hanging up.
"Why is that they always end their conversations that way?" Andy thought to himself as he looked at his phone before returning it to his pocket and leaving the restroom to return to the lobby.
"Artyom, change of plans." Dimitri said quickly " (Insert name here) Hospital, bring my spare glock seeing you left your revolver at home." "Why the hell a hospital?" I say. "Hunter agents wife was shot, we are to meet him before morining, which is now. Pack up." "I never i got unpacked" i say grumbling. After a short packing we headed out to the hospital. On the otherside of town> "So what
IS the plan?" " We bring our gear, and well they said go to the lobby,so we are supposed to be meeting a Bruss, AKA Andy" "Ok, if you can trust this person good deal"
Hey guys, I'm about to throw a post up, but, can anyone clarify this for me, would a dhampyre confuse a werewolf? They're human, but vampire as well. Would they smell, confusing, especially to those who have never encountered their ilk before?
ghosty wrote:Hey guys, I'm about to throw a post up, but, can anyone clarify this for me, would a dhampyre confuse a werewolf? They're human, but vampire as well. Would they smell, confusing, especially to those who have never encountered their ilk before?
Well, dhampyres have to drink vampire blood so I'm sure that wolves would be able to detect them just by that.
ghosty wrote:Hey guys, I'm about to throw a post up, but, can anyone clarify this for me, would a dhampyre confuse a werewolf? They're human, but vampire as well. Would they smell, confusing, especially to those who have never encountered their ilk before?
Unlike a Ghoul, who would be able to "pass" in most circumstances around a wolf, a Dhampyre would still be detectable , the wolf would smell Vamp all over it.
Sven soon found himself on streets of Prague. It could already sense the tension in the air. He also felt an unnatural aura start to take place. He started to take a look around the village, it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be but it still wasn’t the best place in the world. He now had to start doing work, this was always the worse part for Sven. He was never good with people and he knew few languages so most of the time he prayed the people would know English but he still took the time to learn a few phrases.
Sven’s best bet was to find some other people who may be hunters. He could be too late though, and end up just walking head first into a deathtrap. Sven took a long deep breath, cleared his mind and brought balance back into his body. He was ready. He drove off to the town square to find some people who could be of help.
A battered jeep was cruising down the road slowly. It's lights were off, and its windows blacked out. Judging from the paintjob on the windows, the occupant of the vehicle didn't want to see the sun during the day. Ryan could already taste the smell of vampire, reeking strongly from the car, but to his surprise, not a vampire in itself. Whoever was IN the car, definitely wasn't one of the ( Oh...I think I just realized who [censored] is. gak man. gak.) living dead. More over, they were more or less living, and scared, judging by the heart rate that hammered louder and faster than a drum. And yet it raised the question as to who would potentially steal a vampires car, and who would have the balls to do so. Ryan pondered whether or not it was a thrall. A possibility of course, but something told him it was more than that. Why would a vampire send a human, to tail a trio of wolves. Either a very stupid one, or one who held all the aces in their hand. No, whoever in the car was special. They smelt of vampire, but they weren't one. And yet they weren't just human. Ryan shrugged. He doubted anything could be stronger than him, and his over confidence gave way to cockyness, and a great feeling of self importance.
The driver had realized he had lost the trail of the Van he had been following for the last two days, and, for fear of his masters rebuke, placed his foot on the accelerator and shot forward, barely keeping control over the car on the icy road. As the vehicle moved up into speeds of 60mph, and still no sign of his quarry up ahead, the man disobeyed explicit orders, turning the lights on to try and pick up tire tracks. Instead however, the lights instead illuminated the largest werewolf he had ever seen, standing well over eight feet tall, bristling with thick long fur, and muscles of iron. The beast was standing in the road, a cruel leer upon its face, fangs bared, and eyes of burning coal fixed upon his through the single eye slit in the paintwork on the windows. The man yelled out in shock and terror, and slammed on the breaks. The wheels skidded, finding no traction on the ice, and the vehicle flipped onto its side, and then its top. It then proceeded to collide with Ryan at 60mph, without the courtesy to slow down first. There was a strangled yelp, and then silence. The Jeep slowed to a stop almost instantly, its unstoppable force colliding with an immovable object. Silence fell upon the scene, and nothing could be heard, save for the gentle patter of snow against the overturned truck. One of the doors opened, swinging wide ominously, and a thin, young man, battered terribly, and covered in numerous cuts and gashes, fell out of the car. His skin was ghostly pale, and lips sanguine. Everything about him seemed to indicate he was an addict to something, the haunted stare, the shakes he had, but addicted to what? The truth would have been difficult for Ryan to grasp; who would want to become something caught between vampire filth and human. They get the worse of both worlds. The man stumbled to his knees, and retched. Nothing came up, and so he just sat there, curled over, staring with intent at the snow. A low growl made him look up at a pair of slender legs wearing a pair of leather cow boots. His eyes continued upwards, taking in the jeans, the belt, the vest top, the fresh tattoo on the supple skin, and... and the girls firey orange eyes, staring back down at him. Holly reached down with one hand and lifted the man to his feet, brushing snow from him with her other. He squirmed in her grasp, very aware that his life hung by a thread.
"You smell of Vampire." It was a simple statement, and yet its accusing tone made the man try and search for an answer.
"I- "
"I really don't give a gak." Holly said, dropping him back onto the snow, before she strode over to the overturned Jeep. A low groan came from behind it, and a hug clawed paw grabbed the side of the vehicle, to gain some perch whilst Ryan got back to his feet. He staggered up to his hind legs, and shook himself, grunting in pain from the several broken ribs and fractures. Holly was busy rummaging through the contents of the vehicle, and without looking up, she said
"You ok?"
"Mhm."
"Hope you learnt your lesson. Think about what would've happened if Lisa had tried to break when she was as tired as she was."
"Mhm." Ryan hobbled round the vehicle, fully naked, and fully transformed. He shivered from the cold, and covered his genitalia with one hand, whilst using the other to keep balance with the support of the Jeep. Holly clambered further inside the vehicle, completely disappearing from sight. Lisa had wandered over to the scene of the collision, her 'Masterkey' in one hand, held as easily as a childs toy. It was trained upon the man, who stayed where he was, if even the single thought of running had crossed his mind, it did not show. He seemed routed to the spot. Ryan crossed the distance to the man and picked him up with one arm with no effort, despite a slight stagger as he shifted his weight from his injured leg.
"You should watch where your driving, and who you're following. You see, I don't tend to like being followed, especially by a keniving little vampire wannabe as yourself. So who're you thralled to. Who have I slighted now? Whose house do I need to huff, puff and blow all the way down this time? Well?" Ryan Snarled the last part, the pain of his bones realigning, and the fractures healing feeding his growing anger. The man squirmed in his grasp and hissed faintly as Ryans grip tightened. It was all that was needed to make Ryan drop the man in shock, turning the head of Holly and Lisa, who both gave him a look of confusion.
"What....are you?" Ryan had seen the fangs in the Dhampyres mouth, but knew he wasn't a vampire. It tried to crawl away from Ryan, but with two strides he caught up with the creature, and pinned it to the floor with one foot.
"Another set to the collection, at any rate." He said, a glint of pure malice in his eyes. With powerful hands he grasped at the Dhampyres head, twisting it viscously, and forcing his fingers into its mouth. The pitiful creature screamed in fright and agony and Ryan inspected the fangs with the clinical interest of an amazonian headhunter eying up an interesting trophy. Apparently coming to a conclusion, Ryan forced both his hands into the mans mouth, pulling backwards with inhuman force. For several seconds nothing occurred, except for a rising scream from the throat of his victim, and then, arbrupty, the mans head came apart at the jaw, tendons snapping away with consummate ease. Ryan discarded the twitching body, ignoring the gurgling and the thrashing of the bottom jaw, as he instead inspected the upper half of the severed head, easing the Dhampyre fangs out of their sockets with repeated wiggling of his fingers. Once freed, he dropped the head, before heading back towards the truck...
Holly turned back to her investigation of the contents of the Jeep, looking for clues. Something caught her eye...
OOC: If it's ok with you Fitzz, think you could determine what it is?
Isaac nervously flicked the safety on nad off, on and off again. (Ghoul)Jsme tady, tady kluci (We're here guys) a ghoul shouted from th drivers seat Správně, všichni víme, vrtačky, si vzít její živý možného a dostat se ven. Otázky?(Right, we all know the drill, get take her alive of possible and get out. Questions?)
Rushing into the hospital Isaac ran over to the receptionist You gotta help me, please, my friend got shot and she's here, we were doing a tour of Europe (Secretary)"Can I have her surname please" Bruss, please help me (Secratary)"Room 2C and the 4th floor Thanks so much. At a hand signal Isaac rushed over to the lift, the 10 ghouls forming up on him, Isaac rapidly began pressing the button for the 4th level as soon as they were all inside.
....The shape paused for a moment... allowing the two wolves to draw closer ..then fired.
Dez yelped as a round grazed his arm..." Silver!...he's packing Silver!" the man yelled as he simultaniously opened fire on the figure and ducked behind a large heating vent.
Dominic crouched low to the ground,scrambling for cover as the shape opened fire again,the rounds from the weapon kicking up chunks of rooftop around the man..." Cover!! Dez...I Need cover!!" Dominic shouted.
Dez took a deep breath and popped from behind the safety of the heating duct, his pistol barking in his hand..." Move!! Dominic .." The young man yelled " Over here!!"...
The shape staggered backwards as a round from Dez's weapon struck home..
" Got you fether!!" Dez thought bringing his sights down onto the stumbling figure....Dez quickly noted something familar about his target...though he couldn't quite put his finger on it...he somehow felt he knew the man.
Dez pulled the trigger again, but the figure dove behind a wall as the round cut through the air were he'd been.
" Can't let him get away!!" Dominic said raising his weapon and leaping from cover...rushing low to get a better shot at the figure.
" Dominic Get down!!" Dez yelled as the figure, a man covered by a cloak, appeared from behind the wall ...his weapon fixing on Dominic..
The rifle sounded twice...both rounds striking the advancing man and pitching him back against the rooftop...
" No!!" Dez yelled as he watched his friend crumple to the ground..., Opening fire, Dez rushed from cover...desperatly trying to reach his fallen comrade...
The cloaked man fired again, kicking up debris at Dez's feet..." Filthy Lycans!!...these event's do not concern you!!" the man screamed as he fired round after round in Dez's dirrection.
Dez dodged left and right, hearing the bullets whiz by his head...he turned and fired his own weapon at the man and saw him fall back grabbing his arm.
" Dominic!!" Dez yelled as he crouched by his wounded friend.. rolling him onto his back...Dez gasped...the rounds had struck his friend in the abdomen ..his stomach blown open by the high powered rounds..
" Hang on Dom!!" Dez cried " your going to male it!!"
Dez felt a wave of fury wash over him and spun to face the man who'd shot his friend...he charged across the roof top, feeling the change coming over him...he pushed it away.
Reaching the area in which the man had taken cover ,Dez found only a pool of blood....the cloaked man had fled...Dez rushed to the side of the building and peered over the edge...his eyes narrowed as he saw the man leap from the bottom of a fire escape and vanish into an alley...
" Damn it!!" Dez cursed...there was no way he could follow...Dominic would die if he left him alone..
Still cursing, Dez turned and ran back to his fallen friend.
Ok...That's the end of that event...
Dominic has taken two wounds in the stomach and will die without immediate care.
The "shape",which turns out is a man...has been shot twice, in the arm and in the shoulder...neither wound is life threatening ...but he's hurt.
Dez got grazed by a passing round, but is unharmed...
Dez also had the feeling he "knew" who the man shooting at them was....
Pushing her way back out of the clutter in the wrecked jeep,Holly emerged with both hands filled...in one she held a 9MM pistol and two magazines loaded with silver tipped rounds...
" I suppose that was for us..." Ryan said glancing at the weapon, a sneer crossing his features...
Holly nodded..." Us...or others like us." she said lifting a leather bound ledger in her other hand..." This guy was a courier of sorts...I had a quick peek at the contents of this book...it's filled with information...information he was bringing to a Vampire called Pontius..."
" Pontius!" Ryan exclaimed...
Holly nodded again..." You know him..?"
Ryan nodded quickly, taking the ledger from Holly...
In snow covered road,Ryan stood flipping pages rapidly...inside he read notes that had been hastily jotted in child like script..." Natasha...here...birth of a Pure Blood....seeks the American who sired it..held up in fortified mansion near Prague.." a simple map was scrawled underneath the writing...
Ryan flipped the pages ...on another he paused..reading..." Hunters arriving in Prague...investigations of crooked house impending....Miranda Cortez and Andy Bruss sighted by operative..."
The mans hand trembled, his eyes filling with rage...
" What is it..?" Holly said her eyes locking with Ryan's...
" Come on.." Ryan said turning and moving quickly towards their vehicle " I want to read more of this..."
Just to clarify ...Issac and ten Ghouls are now in the Hospital attempting to kidnap Wendy...correct?
...Man...this is going to be interesting...
Look for a big event here.
...Also..Larkin, ten ghouls way over exceeds your NPC limit, I'm going to allow it for this upcoming event...simply because I like the ellement you've introduced story wise....but please ...everyone...watch those NPC numbers...I don't mind going over by one or two minor NPC's ...or even a whole group that are non combatants....but no "Army Building".
Berserksteve wrote:@Sillyboy
would it be okay for Sven to made his way to the two or is something about to happen?
I'm cooking up an event for Vegas and Rachel, but there is no reason that Sven can't show up in the town and join in....
Just write up an RP were he arrives and spots the two women preparing for combat...
Sven came about in the square. It was abandoned all but for a few people. Also there was a unique group standing not far outside of the church. They were also packing what looked like ammo from their jeep. He couldn’t get a good look at them and wasn’t sure if these are folks he can trust but the fact they were in an open area and outside a church was a good sign.
Sven wished he could take a minute to meditate but he knew things were going to happen soon. So he loaded his revolver with silver bullets and gripped onto his talisman as he said a short prayer as he made his way to the two women. He saw they were armoring themselves but saw it was from some other force aside from Sven, which relieved him but only gave him new worries. He made sure to approach them with caution, making himself not to venerable.
...Vegas glanced quickly towards the approaching stranger, a wave of dizziness washed quickly over her..." A Djinn" she thought .." Has to be.."
" I mean no harm.." Sven spoke softly " I too am a Hunter...I wish only to assist ."
Vegas smirked..." We'll see" she said turning to face the nearby treeline...something was out there...something horrible...and it was moving towards them quickly.
" Jesus...what's that stink!" Rachel exclaimed raising her weapon..and wrinkling her nose as the wind blew the stench of an open charnel pit towards them..
Vegas winced against the stink and crouched low on the hood of the jeep ans Sven moved to the rear of the vehicle, his eyes scanning the forest beyond...
The stench grew worse as the leaves on the trees began to rustle...
" Here it comes.." Vegas said..her shotgun aimed towards the woods...
The three Hunters froze as an apperition right out of a lunatic's worst dream appeared in the distance...
It stood at least ten feet tall ..perhaps more...hunched and horrid...a dark slime dripping from it's skeletal form...it's eyes burned inside a grinning misshapen skull...claws...as long and as sharp as daggers clicked in the air as the creature reached forward with freakishly long arms...it's fetid tounge rolling hungrily in it's rotted jaws...
" Oh my god..." Rachel whispered...
With a hiss...the thing charged.
Ok...so we have Vegas,Sven and Rachel VS Tommy Rawhead...
"Hello, Prague Tax Services, How may I help you." The woman was filing her obviously fake nails, and the phone was ringing of the hook, all lines on hold.
"Hi. I need to see my tax records." Musater was holding an envelope of the photo given to her by Natasha and about 3 pounds of gold.
"Mmmhmm, I just.." She looked up to see the ravishing man before her. Not a hair out of place, Musater was in peak physical perfection, not to scrawny, but not to bulky. His suit was tight fitting, and the stubble on his rugged chin gave him the appearance of a Model in a suit.
"Oh hi, I didn't... See you there." She was tapping her long, red nails along the desk, and began to unwrap a lollipop with her tongue.
"Hi. My name is..." gak! What was that man's name? "Err... Ryan O'Brian."
"Of course, sugar. Now, I can give you your taxes right now, and not card you, and we go in the closet and have, shall we say, a quick Biology test on the human anatomy, or do I have to see some photo I.D?"
Musater was horrified. Noting her nametag, she would be transfered to SWAT, where Kiev would have a nice meal. Until then, he had a wife, and wasn't going to break Pup's trust anytime soon. He placed the bag of gold on her desk.
"This good enough?" He asked, a tiny bead of sweat rolling down his cheeck.
"Ow wow, sugar. This'll be perfect. Go to computer 7, and simply click your name. I've unlocked the records."
"Thanks." He reached out to shake her hand, but she simply licked it.
"I'm here for you, you know." She grabbed him close, licking her lips. "I'm not wearing any panties." Her voice was seductive, very deep, like a woman in heat.
"I'm married." Musater backed away, and showed her his ring. It was a small gold wedding ring, with a small wolf engraved into it.
The woman looked shocked, then went back to not giving a damn. "Whatever, sugar tits."
Shrugging, he went to console 7, and clicked on his name.
The screen was blank. It was like this "Ryan O'Brian" never existed. He searched news, Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, and everything. Nothing.
"What the hell? WHAT THE HELL?" Musater smashed his hand through the computer. He had failed the queen.
Not yet, he thought. I still have one trick up my sleeve.
He pulled out his cell phone.
"Pup? Hi, it's sweetybuns. I need you to do something. Go find Ryan O'Brian, ok?"
"Sweetybuns, you know me and Mr. Pickles are out on our walk!" It was Estella, Musater's wife.
"Then it's easier to find him!"
"Fine. But the sex better be fething fantastic tonight. Got it?"
"Yes, dear." He closed the cell phone and sighed.
(Sorry, this is a long one, but I'm sure you'll appreciate the insight it may give you into Syd....)
A Step Ahead: Prt 4
Harlow could only stare in bewilderment at the body. It had been the first time he had had to kill someone in a long time. Harlow shuddered to think just what would have happened if that beast transformed completely. Briefly he considered trying to hide the half transformed body. No, he had no time, he had to leave town now. He put his Winchester back in his bag and tried to wash the blood off of him as much as he could in the bathroom sink. Heading down the stairs, Harlow considered chasing the wounded wolf, silencing the only witness, maybe it would give him more time. No, that fether would be long gone now. Harlow was extremely thankful that he had thought ahead and had gotten a few silver rounds when he had last gotten ammo. At the bottom of the stairs was a small group of people who had obviously heard the commotion upstairs. They stared at Harlow blankly, Harlow's mind raced, if he tried to just leave there would be some sort of hostility, that was sure. They must have already seen the other wounded man stagger out of there.
"Those damned fethers tried to kill me!" Harlow exclaimed, trying to sound as distraught as he could.
"Are you alright?" One of the small group asked. "We heard gunfire."
"Yeah." Harlow said shakily. "I'm fine, they aren't." He added.
"Maybe we should get you to the hospital? The police are already on their way."
"No, no. I can drive myself there, if the police need me tell them I'm at the nearest hospital." Harlow said and staggered out the door, blood coming from his shoulder.
"At least let me wrap it for you so you wont bleed out before then." A woman from the crowd said, holding a first aid kit. Harlow figured that she might work at the building. He consented and after a minute, the wound was bandaged. He tipped his hat to the crowd and was off.
He got on his bike and throttled it to life in the lowering afternoon sun. As soon as he got on the road he opened the throttle and the engine leapt to raucous life. The bike sped down the road at top speed, and within a few minutes, Harlow was back in the country side, headed for Prague. He knew it was risky. He had never been inside such a big city before. but he had to lay low, disappear, at lest until he could leave the country without being hunted down. What a gak load he'd gotten himself into here. He thought that the hunters were bad in America, and the gangsters, but he was mistaken. No, Harlow figured, there was no place in the world he could hide anymore. Soon, he would have to take sides in this struggle, he had been lost and alone for so long he didn't think he could do that. Where did he fit in to this supernatural war?
A dark, sinister, beastly voice answered him, its answer was simple, just like all the other times it had given him answers. It reminded him of a time when he had no other choice but to unleash the beast within....
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1993, The Bosnian civil war...
Harlow looked down on the village, a little muckhole for a few stubborn peasants to take shelter in. He spat. It wouldn't be there for much longer. He could see all the dozen or so buildings that made up the village. The only thing impressive about the place was its fragility. It was practically asking to get knocked down it was so dainty.
"You gotta be kidding me." Sean said from beside him, pointing at the village. "There's not even any fighters down there. That arse of a general is gonna make us march down there and kill civilians?"
"Does it matter?" Piped up Dimitri in his thick Russian accent. "We're getting paid."
"If the general wants em dead I say do it, there can't be more than fifty of em down there anyway, no fun." Rico added rather dissapointed.
Harlow ignored the banter. He focused on the possible tasks at hand. They were standing on the Demilitarized Zone, technically, the Serbs couldn't fire on anybody past this point. But technicalities and rules in general were meant to be broken, that's why Harlow and nineteen others were there. They were a group of independent military contractors that were being well paid by the Serbs to do some of the more...questionable work for them. A yell came from the hill above them and the group of mercenaries turned to see a man in a beret and an officer's uniform coming toward them.
"My forces will be annexing this area tonight as a result of the hostile action taken against our forces by this village." The general said in a Slavic accent, seeming rather bored. "You will make sure that these people here are not a problem to my forces. When you have cleared the town, signal us and my men will secure the village. Easy."
"You expect us to kill civilians?" Sean asked again rather incredulous.
"The village people were warned a day ago to leave. Everyone who is still down there is probably a combatant."
"When do we get payed?" Dimitri asked.
"When you get done." The general replied. "Any other stupid questions?" He added. There was a general shaking of heads. "Good, get to work."
The twenty men, all clad in black combat gear with no markings made their way down the dirt road in four armored military cars. Each had a turret on top with a heavy machine gun. The men were carrying a large assortment of heavy modern weapons, and all had some form of military training or experience, some were former special operations operatives. Their opposers; civilian militia, were hiding in small houses and other scattered buildings using old, Cold War era rifles, and had absolutely zero training.
The following events were considered something akin to a death squad march to Harlow, he watched as civilians hiding in houses were blown up, burned, shot, and generally massacred in front of him. He grimaced, this wasn't what he'd signed up for, he was regretting ever having come here, if it weren't for the fact that he needed money...
He walked down the road in a group of five others who were walking next to one of the armored cars while it drove down the road, a valiant but stupid militia fighter gave away his position in a doorway by firing at the car and missing. The turret gunner cut the man in half with a well defined spurt of automatic fire. Slowly, the column kept moving, burning the houses and other buildings as they went. Soon, the air around the village was filled with thick black smoke and choked with red orange flames. Within an hour, the company of mercenaries stood in the center of the village. Some, like Harlow, hadn't fired a shot. It wasn't that some of them didn't want to shoot, they had simply been too slow and hadn't gotten any kills before the job was done.
"Are we done? Can we call the general now?" Asked Sean.
"Nope, still got one building left..." Rico said, pointing to the building in front of him. It was the largest construct in the village, a rundown church on the edge of the hamlet.
"Aw, hell no, there's no way I'm gonna burn down a church, especially if they moved civilians inside it, which you know they did." Sean said rather defiantly, Harlow and a few of the others nodded.
"Fine, suit yourself." Rico said impatiently. "More for me and Dimitri." With that, fifteen of the men went into the church.
There was silence for just a few moments, dead silence, the only noise that passed as the five men looked on at the church, was the wind blowing and the whoosh of the flames burning down the houses behind them. The first muffled shot could be heard and the men outside winced, knowing that the genocide had begun. It was immediately followed by rapid bursts of automatic fire and screams. Harlow gritted his teeth, the firing became more frantic, more rapid, and so did the screaming....
That was when the five men left outside knew something was wrong, the screaming wasn't from scared civilians or children, it was coming from grown men, a lot of it from voices they recognized as the other mercenaries. The five men's eyes darted back and forth as the firing and the screams rose to an unnerving crescendo and then slowly trickled to a stop. Silence permeated the area once again. The five men looked at each other. Harlow squinted, examining the church as if he could tell something was wrong by looking at it. He pulled the slide back on his weapon, an AK-74, and started walking towards the church. The four other men, seeing nothing else to do, followed.
The five entered the church very cautiously. It was simply pitch black, the windows had been blocked, the lights and candles had been put out. There was nothing but the thick blackness. The man next to Harlow turned a gun mounted flashlight on and surveyed the area. On the edge of the cone of light, Harlow could have sworn he saw something move. More flashlights came on as the group spread out and the ghastly scene was made plain to them....
On the floor lay all fifteen of the bodies of their comrades, their throats had been torn out, blood was pooled in dark red blotches on the floor, shell casings lay everywhere from where the men had opened fire on the surrounding darkness.
"Feth it! Its a trap!" Sean said but was cut off from anything else by a figure that covered him in shadow and struck him from behind. The men turned in time to see whatever it was rip Sean's throat out in a ghastly spray of crimson. All four men remaining opened up on where the figure had been but to no avail.
One of the group panicked. "Feth this!" He screamed as he ran for the door. Before he had gotten a dozen steps, he was attacked in a similar way to Sean, only this time he was cut in two by some unseen force. More automatic fire was pumped into the darkness but again to no avail. Harlow took a frantic breath and finally made out a scent above all the blood and fear in the room. It was the unmistakeable scent of the undead flesh of a vampire. Feth it, they were all dead. Unless...
Harlow had no time to think as a second later, the figure appeared between the only two others left with him and grabbed both of their necks, raising them high into the air. Harlow saw that the figure was clad in black robes and the flesh on its hands were deathly pale. Claws extended from the creatures hands and with a flick of the wrist, both men had their throats ripped out and were thrown to the ground like toys. The figure was huge, towering, intimidating, it had a hood over its face that instilled fear in Harlow's heart. Harlow sprayed the Vampire down but it simply laughed and retreated into the shadows again, leaving Harlow alone in the blackness.
Knowing it would do him no good, Harlow dropped his weapon and clenched his gloved fists by his side, waiting for the inevitable strike. There was no escape, that much was certain.
"You are not like the others..." The heavy voice said from the shadows in which it lurked. "I can sense it in you, you are a lycan."
"And you are a vampire bastard who just killed nineteen of my friends, what's your point?" Harlow shot back angrily.
"You call those worms friends?" The voice laughed. "Weaklings, pathetic and weak, you would do well to refrain from comparing yourself to them."
Harlow was about to shoot off his mouth again, but curiosity gripped him. "Why would you say that?"
"Do you not know it? The beast in you is powerful and old, it has not been let out as much it should have been..." The voice added
"That monster is not me." Harlow said defiantly. "I refuse to become it, to let it have control...."
"Oh, what a pity, denying yourself the true power you possess." The voice said in a mockingly piteous tone. "Unfortunately that weakness will cost you!"
The vampire again materialized and this time grabbed Harlow by the throat and lifted him up like the others. Harlow struggled and gasped, his hands writhed at the vampire's wrist fruitlessly. It was over, Harlow had no chance to escape, or even take this bastard down with him.
"You will become another cadaver on the floor of this place, just like every soldier that comes into the village will!" The voice declared. With its free hand, it threw back the cloak, revealing a monstrously pale face, broad as a bull's, decorated with a long, black beard that dipped into the cloak.
Harlow looked into the vampire's cold eyes and knew that he was right, there was nothing he could do to save himself and his struggling slowly slackened as a result of this acceptance. Harlow mentally prepared himself for the oblivion of death as he felt the claws start to bite into his neck...
Something in him, whether it was his soul or some inner instinct the existed for his defense, snapped. Harlow realized he could survive, he just had to let the beast out of its cage, he had to put it all on the table and hope that he could control it. The change was swift and brutal, fur and muscle, sinew and fangs, claws and beastly eyes, all formed rapidly as Harlow's body changed, ripping his clothes. The vampire recoiled, or at least tried to, with a hiss. He was expecting to kill his prey, instead he had unleashed the fury that Harlow had walled. It poured out of him and Harlow's will was very nearly wrested from him by that of the beast's but he beat it back into submission, he fought for control and with an unholy power rippling through his veins. Harlow pounced with a snarl.
The vampire tried to defend itself from Harlow's blows, but it was soon overcome by the blind rage that powered Harlow's claws. The vampire toppled onto its back and Harlow went in for the kill. Pinning the vampire's arms down with his massive paws, and putting his huge, grisly snout right in the vampire' trembling face, Harlow spoke in a voice not wholly his own...
"This is true power, damned one. The berzerker fury that turns all attacks aside and doesn't stop until your target is rendered an unidentifiable pulp, that is true power."
The vampire struggled in Harlow's monstrous grasp but it was no use. With a loud snarl, Harlow went for the neck and with a great tug of his mighty jaw, Harlow ripped the vampire's head off. Harlow stood over the body, knowing it was over, here he was, in complete control of the beast, holding physical strength and prowess that men could only dream of, it felt good, the unbridled power satisfied him. Harlow let out a ground shaking howl that rattled he rafters of the vaulted ceiling. The howl was long and deep, it did not have the sound of mourning, but instead, of relief. As Harlow changed back to his human form, a thought crossed his mind that scared him more than the vampire or anything else ever had...
What if it wasn't so bad to use that kind of power more often?
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The general barked orders to his advancing men and the infantry and tank units rolled rapidly into the village, securing it within a matter of minutes. On of the junior officers yelled for the general's attention. The general looked to where his junior was pointing and saw it.
A single silhouette was cast against the blazing inferno that was the church. The general noticed the figure as one of the mercenaries. The general commanded his car driver to pull up next to him.
"Looks like you got the job done." The general said, stating the obvious.
Harlow was too busy lighting a cigar to hear him but he nodded anyway.
"Good work, my men will be securing this village and then you can---" The man began, but was cut off by the figure, who stood proudly in tattered and bloody clothes.
"I'm done, give me what you owe me and let me go." He said
"Very well." The general said, obviously displeased.
"Their shares." Harlow said breathlessly.
"What?"
"I want their shares, they didn't come back, I did, I finished the mission, give me what you were going to give them."
The general seemed to think this over for a few moments, finally, he relented as he looked into Harlow's eyes. The mercenary soon left and the general never saw him again, he was, however, haunted by what he had seen in the mercenary's eyes...
Nero watched Scarlett quietly as she moved among the elements and artefacts they had acquired in such a short amount of time, once focused the younger Kindred's determination was quite astonishing.
Pulling his attention away, he glanced over at the young woman lying on the couch, her soft auburn hair rolling off her shoulder. She was content and silent, weary from allowing Scarlett to take her blood so readily. It had been several weeks since Amy Histon had become apart of their little group. The English girl had only been in Vegas for a few months before that fateful night at the Rain when she had caught Scarlett's attention. Now she was slowly descending into the darkness that surrounded all Kindred.
"This seems like a lot of effort Elizabeth, are you sure?"
Scarlett paused and looked over to him, she gave a slight scornful look before turning back to the strange vials before her.
"I told you, we need her, this will be useful to everything we discussed."
He watched the mortal sleep, she seemed oblivious to what was coming, perhaps none of them truly could see what lay ahead in the mists of time. Looking back to Scarlett his eyes narrowed as he gazed upon her.
"I still may betray you, you know" he muttered.
She stopped briefly checking over a small crystal, before continuing.
"If that is my fate so be it, but I think we both know that is unlikely to happen at this point."
Nero huffed to himself with a slight grin as he watched her work. Lifting himself off the wall he stalked up behind her, pausing just behind her. He gazed over her back, the soft silver top clinging to cold flesh, and allowed his arms to slowly fall around her waist as he drew in close. She paused, placing the item down carefully as he lifted her back up into his arm, his hands caressing her tummy before pulling her tight to his own stomach.
Scarlett yearned into his chest, pushing her head against him as she backed up onto his shoulder allowing a smile as he nudged her head to one side and revealed the soft flesh of her neck. She glanced beyond the corner of her eye and almost gave a gasp as she watched his fangs slide into her flesh.
Scarlett stood in his arms for what seemed almost an eternity as he drank, yet was barely a few minutes. As Nero sealed the wound with his tongue, he pulled back and she turned to look at him face to face.
"Do you gain anything from mortal blood anymore."
Nero caressed her hair as he looked down at her with a rueful gaze and shook his head slowly.
"No, not for weeks, it appears I am damned to all."
Releasing her carefully Nero walked past and headed over to the chair opposite Scarlett's table and slumped into it, the rush of Vampire vitae in his system was almost too much to bare. He stared as Scarlett gaaed at him briefly before kneeling back down to her table and picking up the book, the Grimoire Umbra quod Nex. It was ancient, the pages creaking as she opened it and gazed down at the page she had cautiously placed the book marker placed within several weeks previously.
"This will take at least nine days to prepare for." She stated softly.
"Yes, and I have found a suitable location for the rite as well." He said, before pausing as he watched her reading the page. "If this goes wrong I do not know what will happen, there might be some fall out even if it succeeds. It is old magic you are playing with childe, people will notice."
Scarlett paused and raised her head, he eyes focused, certain.
"I know, but it is the only way I can see for any part of our plan to succeed."
"Succeed." Nero mused.
Scarlett returned to the book, Nero was right of course, Succeed was perhaps not the best word they where looking for here. She closed her eyes trying to focus the words in her mind, if she pronounced one syllable wrong, even slightly. She had to get this right, one chance, one shot, and with the summer approaching and shorter nights, it had to be soon.
Scarlett opened her eyes and looked over to Amy. Soon, she thought, soon.
Vegas' eyes narrowed , her grip tightening on the sword which seemed to thrum in her hands...the tattoo engraved in her flesh began to burn as though molten fire ran through it's surface, she gritted her teeth and crouched lower as the skeletal behemoth closed in...
As the creatures clawed talons cut through the air, Sven closed his eyes and rapidly chanted in ancient tounges ...a glowing aura surrounding both himself and the other Hunters as he did...
The beast roaring in anger and frustration as it's killing blows were deflected by wall of pulsating energy...
Vegas snapped a quick glance towards the Djinn, with a mixture of gratitude and disgust she realized he'd just saved her life...she shook her head, no time to consider that now as the dripping demon was preparing to charge again...
With a scream of pure fury, Vegas launched herself high into the air...her katana poised to strike..
As Vegas sprung, Rachel unleased a hail of bullets from her weapon...cursing as the rounds chipped splintered bone from the creature but barely slowing it's advance..." Damn you!!" the woman shouted as she tossed the rifle aside and unslung the crossbow...saying a quick prayer...she aimed...
The Katana sliced through the air, Vegas face fixed in a grimace of rage as the blade bit into the skull of the monstrosity that stood before her...the creature howled as a black and maggoty ichor gushed from the wound...it's glowing eyes rolling in pain and murderous rage....the creature lashed out...the back of it's boned hand swatting at Vegas as though she were a fly..
Vegas screamed in pain as the creatures hand,as solid as granite, slammed into her...sending her spiraling through the air...for a moment she thought she might be dead...then she impacted with the jeep in a bone jarring crash...
" Vegas!!" Rachel shouted...
" Ok..I'm.." Vegas tried to say..but couldn't...all the air having been knocked from her body...she raised a hand and waved towards her companion hoping Rachel understood the gesture...
" Mother fether!!" Rachel screamed turning to the drooling beast who stalked slowly towards the fallen Vegas, a maniac grin spreading across it's horrible features..
Taking careful aim, the woman loosed a bolt from the crossbow she held tightly in her trembleing hands....
The arrow made a wishing noise as it traveled through the air...embedding itself in the creatures eye socket...
The behemoth threw back it's skeletal head and roared...a flow of pus and gore spewing from it's eye...it's clawed hands scrambleing to remove the source of it's pain it yanked the arrow free with a sickening tug.
In a rage Rachel unsheathed her daggers and charged...
Vegas gasped in air...fighting her way to her feet..." Rachel!!..NO!!"...quickly she snatched her katanna from the ground and rushed to aid her friend..
The beast lowered it's head...it's smile widening a sea of maggots boiled within it's gaping maw...it's clawed hands extended as if a lover anticipating an embrace....
Rahel leapt at the monster...her blades slashing in merciless rage...each thrust of her daggers leaving deep gore filled gouges in the towering beast boney form...
For a brief instant Rachel was filled with hope...she was driving the creature back...it seemed to be retreating...then the beast lowered it's head...it's corpse face staring into hers...it's rotted breath blowing her hair back...filling her with nausea ...she pitched forward...vomit spraying from her mouth...covering the creatures grinning face....a second later she felt it's powerful grip enfolding her.
Vegas froze..horrified as Rachel was lifted high off the ground...the creature standing at it's full hiegth ...it's cruel claws sinking deeply into the screaming woman's body...
" Rachel!!" The woman screamed...rushing forward, sword overhead...
The beast turned glaring at Vegas ...a look of devilish mirth spread over it's face....it raised the thrashing form of the woman in it's grip high over it's head and flung her at the advancing Hunter..
the limp body of Rachel traveled a short hard trajectory and slammed into Vegas like a sack of bricks...the Hunter screamed as she felt her ribs snap as she and her blood covered friend smashed into the cold wet ground..
Vegas grasped Rachel head...turning her face towards her...the woman stared back..her eyes rolling...a froth of blood pouring from her mouth...
" Oh Rachel...my god.." Vegas whispered cradling the horribly injured woman's head...
The monstrosity chuckled and leered at the crumpled Hunters...slowly moving in to finish them off...
Vegas raised her head...staring into the face of the beast...it's stinking breath washing over her...she grasped her sword and braced for the impending charge...
" Back to Hell with you!!!" Sven shouted...standing atop the mud covered jeep...a pulsating etheral light shrouding him as he unleashed bolt after bolt of concentrated holy energy from his palms...
The blast struck the monster full on...lifting it high into the air and flinging it backwards across the field...it crashed to the ground engulfed in unearthly fire...
" I say back to Hell !!!" Sven bellowed unleashing another salvo of glowing bolts...
With a roaring shriek...the still smouldering creature turned and crashed into the woods....leaving only burning pools of filth in it's wake.
Sven leapt from the jeeps hood and crouched by the wounded Hunters...staring at Rachel he felt a wave of sorrow wash over him.." She is dying...we must get her help at once.."
Vegas grunted ...attempting to lift the injured woman..
Sven extended his hand to help...but Vegas slapped it away...her eyes locking with the Djinns.." Don't touch her!!" she screamed...
The man nodded...stepping back as Vegas painfully carried Rachel to the jeep...
Turning she tossed the vehicle keys to Sven..." Drive.." she said as she crumbled into the rear of the jeep...enfolding Rachel in her arms.
Ok...these are the results...
Sven is uninjured.
Vegas has some broken ribs.
Rachel is horribly wounded (her wounds were reduced to zero)...and will most likely die.
Tommy Rawhead is also badly wounded (took 3 wounds) and is out of action for a while...
Sven managed to escape with out a scratch because he was in the rear casting spells..not rushing into combat..
Of course...he did save you...and drive Tommy Rawhead off...so...Sven defianitly held his own...
...As for the broken ribs...Vegas is a Witch Hunter...she's not going to let a little pain slow her down to much...wrap up the ribs...and get back in the fight...
Poor Rachel...she really should be dead...but...I factored in her pregnency as an extra wound...
And yes...things at the hospital will be getting very interesting....possibility of 4 PCs involved in the event..
That description of Tommy Rawhide is pretty off putting. I'd go after him with the pack, but I don't think I will after that. All those maggots and filth, it'd be disgusting to chew on...
ghosty wrote:That description of Tommy Rawhide is pretty off putting. I'd go after him with the pack, but I don't think I will after that. All those maggots and filth, it'd be disgusting to chew on...
Not to mention the fact that even Ryan would have a hard time in a hand to hand ( claw to claw?) fight with old Tommy.
IC: Ryan skimmed through the leather bound ledger with grim fascination. He could only describe it as completely and utterly comprehensive. There were hundreds of old crackling yellow pages, written in ancient texts describing heinous monsters and magics in great detail, as if they were real. Fantastical fairy tale bogeymen and ancient Crones who lived in gingerbread houses were written about in great detail. Amongst the pages, several bookmarks had been placed in, sections of newspaper articles taped on detailing grisly murders and the possible connections with the fairytales. But that was not all, there was a whole new section of the book, much more analytical, poking holes in the myths, and disproving legends. Ryan paused several times, the Yeti being a supposed werewolf, or the Donner Party tragedy being caused by Ghouls, but what truly intrigued him was a section of the sheets that covered known hunters working in the area. Their whereabouts had been updated almost daily, raising the suspicion for Ryan that the hunters here were in fact the hunted. And that made perfect sense. Out numbered, and outgunned, judging from the information upon the vampire presence, and they weren't even getting the same kind of support they usually take for granted. Ryan smiled to himself. This time it wouldn't be like Empire. This time, this time the hunters would be annihilated. Ryan turned another page, and his eyes flitted down to something that made his heart stop. The whereabouts of a large estate near Prague, with the known location of a pureblood pup, and Natasha. He had a son.
ghosty wrote:@ Fitzz - Ryan on his own, yes. Every werewolf in Prague? No.
I have plans, I have grand plans.
EDIT: Which I feel I will share with you now! Pm, HO!
Share away my friend...
And your correct...Tommy Rawhead may indeed be a monsterous creature...with inhuman power...but even he (it) couldn't withstand the fury of a massed Werewolf pack attack.
....Uri sped through the night, pushing the BMW as fast as he dared on the rain slicked road...
Agony washed over him once again and his grip tightened on the wheel as he spared a quick glance into the mirror...
A soft cry escaped him...his face was destroyed...most of his bottom jaw gone...blood still poured from the ragged hole bellow his nose...
Everything at the hotel had gone wrong...the damned American Nrajah had sensed he and Val's approach....had known they were outside his door...
Uri growled in his ruined throat..." Maimed me.." The wolf thought..." Disfigured...a freak!!"
He pressed his foot down on the accelorater...
Val had been killed...Uri had seen the fething American gut him...Uri had wanted to help his friend...but the pain...the pain had been unbelievable...agony beyond words..
Uri had fled...but not before he managed to photograph the American with his phone...
He had images of that cursed Nrajah now...images the Queen could use to track him...
Uri would have smiled if the pain hadn't been so great...and if he still had a mouth to smile with...
Peering through the rain slicked windshield Uri saw the Mansion looming in the distance...
He pushed the speed of the vehicle up slightly
Turning onto the drive he vowed to himself that he would see the American Nrajah die..
The pack ran with inhuman speed through the twisted umbral wood, tongues lolling madly from froth-flecked lips. The six Rahl had never felt such fear, terror enough to stop the heart of a mortal, for the being who pursued them was many times their better in the art of the hunt. The clattering of the golden chariot's wheels rang out through the night air as the six elephantine wolves that pulled the war vehicle bayed and howled in the thrill of pursuit. The writhing azure glyphs and sigils stamped upon their fur in great spirals glowed with eerie light as the chariot thundered on. The being riding the chariot was the most terrifying of all. A man larger than any mortal, and indeed, some gods, was naked save for a kilt made of thousands of pelts and trophies, taken from his most notable hunts. A quiver of fantastic proportions was slung across his back, filled with hundreds of spear-sized arrows of bone. Held in his right fist was a colossal spear of ancient oak tipped with a wickedly barbed head slightly curved at the tip to better pierce the hide of his quarry, dozens of animal, human, and the mandibles of things man must never speak of adorned the great stave, clattering as the Hunter drew it back. His head was not that of a man, but of a great stag, the muzzle fleshless and morbid. Flexing forth his arm, the spear sailed from his grip, whistling musically as it flew through the air. Bursting through the first Rahl's back with a great explosion of bone and gore, impaling the creature to the earth. The Hunter quickly withdrew the spear with a single tug as his chariot sped past, preparing to hurl his weapon once again. Lifting the great spear as to throw, the Hunter thought better of it, instead nocking an arrow in his huge bow and sighted down the haft. The shaft left the bow with the sound of a falcon's killing cry, emerging from the mouth of another lycanthrope, who gurgled as she fell against a warped tree, her lifeblood drooling into the thirsty soil. The remaining four scattered into the forest, seeking to force the Hunter to choose a quarry. The first Rahl sped to the left. In his haste and terror, he failed to notice the thin wire that ran across the sodden earth. Snapping the fine thread with his bulk, the Rahl was briefly surprised as a sharpened brace of sharpened stakes swung down from the tree, impaling him in half-a-dozen places, his screams turning into whimpers, his whimpers turning into silence. The other three Rahl fled for their lives, hoping to make it out of the wood before the Hunter caught up with them. Grinding the chariot to a halt, the Hunter unleashed his drive-hounds, which raced after the errant lycanthropes, baying with the thrill of the chase. The second Rahl was felled by a wolf many times her size, which gripped her neck in powerful jaws, worrying the Zealot until her neck broke. A mighty paw disemboweled the other, spilling his guts to the earth in great slimy ropes. The final Rahl backed up against a tree, tail tucked between his legs, ears flattened back, a soft whine issuing from his black lips. The Hunter called off the hounds with a gesture, and the great beasts backed away. Hefting his mighty spear, the Hunter strode forwards, beckoning the werewolf to attack, to provide him with some semblance of sport before the final kill. The Rahl obliged, leaping into the air, claws extended. Stepping out of the way, the Hunter jammed the tip of the spear into the earth, the trophies clacking like mad as he did so. As the lycan smacked into the dirt, the Hunter was upon him, locking it's head in a wrestler's hold, squeezing the life from the beast. The Rahl struggled to no avail, going limp when the Hunter snapped his neck like a dry twig. Letting the cold weight drop to the ground, Cernunnos drew a great knife and set to work skinning his prey.
The truck pulled into the parking lot with a smooth 'vrrrm' and Artyom and his brother got out." Come on we need to move fast" Dimitri said loading his glock." I don't want your old glock, im brining my beretta 9MM" I said tossing his back in the truck."Whatever kid brother: He said mumbling." What the Fu--" he said pointing to a group of ten trying to get in an elevator. " I think that surrpases the weight limit" I say with a chuckle" No, but seriously that is going to crash if they do all get in" running over to them I tell them this and a few step out" I swear to god some of them licked their lips while listining to me..." I say watching the 4 ghouls walking out of the elevator.
First, there is no reason for you to post in "first person" , your RP was fine, but the " And then I did this..." threw me off...please...please...do your RPs in "second person" ...please.
Second....What exactly brought your characters to the Hospital??...I'm not saying they "can't" be there...but I'm interested as to " Why" they "would" be there...
EDIT:...Actually...three things...as the Ghouls are Larkins NPCs , you can't "Move" them...he placed them all in an elevator...for his reasons, so...that's where they are...
If I allowed you to "Take some of his NPCs off the elevator" it would be the same as if your characters were in a location and he "Moved" them into another area.
Andy walked out of the bathroom and saw some people running towards the elevator, he looked around the corner to see a large group of them trying to get into the same elevator hurridly.
"Maybe its one of those flash mobs." Andy thought to himself for a second as he treid to figure out why all of them were trying to get into the same elevator at the same time.
"That's a lot of people seeing Mrs. Bruss." Andy overheard one of the receptionists say as he watched the group push a doctor out of the way to get inside.
"Holy feth." Andy said to himself as the idea finally dawned on him, he grabbed Miranda from the lobby and began walking towards the ultrasound room of the hospital.
"What's going on?" Miranda asked stunned by the sudden action.
"Those guys who went into the elevator are looking for Wendy." Andy said as they walked quickly down the hall, 'it looks like they're going to her room, but she's getting an ultrasound done to check on the baby."
"So what do you want to do?" Miranda reached into her coat to feel for her weapon.
"We grab her and we leave the hospital, if any of those bastards gets in the way we mow them down."
OOC: Ok sorry, oh and I wasn't trying to totaly split the group up just, 10 people in an elevator??? Plus In Nachos rp he was talking to the network and talked about a stalker in the area thus Dimitri getting the phone call to meet up at the hospital, Sorry for any rulebreaking/confusion
TheWildHost wrote:OOC: Ok sorry, oh and I wasn't trying to totaly split the group up just, 10 people in an elevator??? Plus In Nachos rp he was talking to the network and talked about a stalker in the area thus Dimitri getting the phone call to meet up at the hospital, Sorry for any rulebreaking/confusion
The issue really isn't with getting to the hospital, its MTS(Magic Teleportation Syndrome). You can meet my guys at the hospital, but the more important thing is saying that they drove to the hospital or they walked, jogged, danced, etc to the hospital instead of saying that they were just there. Its no big deal, but it helps make things easier to understand.
Player;Darksage
Character;Varro
Race and clan/archetype Nrajha
Physical Description; He stands at 5.10. He is Caucasian and has bright blue eyes and medium length brown hair the seems to stick up in the front. He has He has a scar running down over his left eye from his first encounter with a werewolf. In werewolf form he reachs seven feet and has a light mostly brown pelt with a tint of gray in his fur.
Equipment;Varro rides a motor cycle to get around. He normally wears a black t shirt and brown leather jacket over it and blue jeans.
Backstory; Varro had lived in the 18th century. He was arranged to be married at age seventeen. He didn't want to go through with it because he had fell in love with a girl named Cassandra. He ran away to be with her but their love wouldn't last. The woman he was arranged to be married with was a werewolf. In a fit of rage the woman slaughtered Cassandra and gravely wounded Varro, She left him for dead but the bite had turned him too into a werewolf. He would live on. He fled the town in fear of what he had became. In time he honed his abilities as a weapon to defend himself. He is in town now to find other werewolves to align himself with.
Virtue- Kindness, chivalry, being taught in the era he lived how to be a gentlemen he often still tries to make himself as proper as possible despite his tendency to turn into a hulking monster, being a gentleman makes him feel like a human and not a beast.
Vice- trusting, reckless, he will go through great lengths often plunging himself headlong into a group of enemies to finish the hunt.
TheWildHost wrote:The truck pulled into the parking lot with a smooth 'vrrrm' and Artyom and his brother got out." Come on we need to move fast" Dimitri said loading his glock." I don't want your old glock, im brining my beretta 9MM" I said tossing his back in the truck."Whatever kid brother: He said mumbling." What the Fu--" he said pointing to a group of ten trying to get in an elevator. " I think that surrpases the weight limit" I say with a chuckle" No, but seriously that is going to crash if they do all get in" running over to them I tell them this and a few step out" I swear to god some of them licked their lips while listining to me..." I say watching the 4 ghouls walking out of the elevator.
TheWildHost wrote:"Artyom, change of plans." Dimitri said quickly " (Insert name here) Hospital, bring my spare glock seeing you left your revolver at home." "Why the hell a hospital?" I say. "Hunter agents wife was shot, we are to meet him before morining, which is now. Pack up." "I never i got unpacked" i say grumbling. After a short packing we headed out to the hospital. On the otherside of town> "So what
IS the plan?" " We bring our gear, and well they said go to the lobby,so we are supposed to be meeting a Bruss, AKA Andy" "Ok, if you can trust this person good deal"
*Cough cough* Uhhh I did mention how, when, and why we went to the hospital ................
I was referring to dialogue. Everybody has their own style and I know that I get repetitive with saying "Andy said" or "Andy [synonym for said]" but it makes it a bit clearer for me and I hope everyone else despite the fact that it does get tedious and boring.
That and hitting 'enter' after each character's dialogue helps.
"I like tacos."
"Me too."
Again, everyone has their own style(Hlaine uses colored font for example). But distinguishing dialogue from actions is easier with the 'enter' key.
Varro's hunt was coming to a close. He was near he could feel it. He had been hunting these ghouls for months now.
"We're here." The taxi driver said as they pulled up to the square.
"Thank you," Varro muttered with great relish of the hunt. "keep the change." Varro exited the taxi. Something big was about to happen, he could feel it. There was a tense feeling in the air. He just had to wait it out and they would show themselves. Few things were worse than ghouls, they were a blight on the city and all of society. They were one of the few things he could actively hunt that would not get him on the bad side of many. With the exclusion of Vampires of course, but they hated everyone so it wasn't his biggest concern. He walked around the square for bit growing tired of nothing happening. He longed to tear through the flesh of the ghouls. The one thing he hated more than the ghouls was the woman who had hunted him for two centuries. He had known women who had held grudges, but her hate was boundless for him. He swore that he was the bane of her existence. He chuckled as he wondered what she would do if she ever successfully killed him.
Virtue: Diligence, Andy will work towards a goal until its finished, even if his interest in the goal seems diminishing a quick kick in the pants is all he needs to keep fighting the good fight.
Wrath: Andy isn't the nicest guy when he gets mad. Certain people by the name of Danny and Sean understand full well the face of Andy's wrath. He also stuffed Azazeal's head and keeps it as a trophy in a cedar box in the attic in his house.
Merit: Andy is a very personable when he's not angry and will more than likely try to befriend fellow humans and hunters.
Flaw: Collaborator: Andy has been known to try to manipulate the supernaturals into fighting each other and has special rules in place in terms of who he will work with and to what ends. He has never tried diplomacy with a werewolf, but his Morrison City chapter would practice diplomacy with vampires to turn them against one another. All of the hunters from Morrison City are watched due to their 'flirting with disaster' ways to prevent them from making the full plunge in betraying the Network.
Sven kept both hands on the wheel and took long breaths, he knew he had to keep his mind in gear but now he had two lives resting on him. One seemed to be doing fine, aside from her mean look but the other girl was on the edge of death. The healthy girl was giving off a dark vibe, it was a feeling of great hate. As for the monster, Sven has never need such a horror and he hoped there weren't more. It seemed near impossible to kill and it managed to run away, most likely to regain it's strength.
Sven kept up his meditative breathings and turned his attention to the the healthy girl "We are coming to the hospital , I bet your friend will be fine. I'm Sven encase you were wondering." Sven really wanted to break the tension, he rarely worked in front lines with other hunters because he mostly liked to do small jobs and didn't like having others lives in his hands "Again I think your friend will be fine." Now he was starting to just repeat himself, which didn't really help.
The black and white screen reflected the image of the developing fetus inside of Wendy as the doctor moved the scanning device over her belly.
"Everything look good." the doctor said in a slight German accent, "You are very lucky baby was not hurt when you fell. It could have done bad things to him."
"Him?" Wendy asked is surprise.
"Yes, is baby boy, you did not know?" the doctor was still looking at the screen.
"We really didn't want to know." Wendy said more happy than upset over the revelation.
"I am sorry." the doctor was just finishing when Andy burst into the room.
"Wendy, we have to leave, there's some people here." Andy saw the ultrasound on the screen and his train of thought derailed for just a second.
"People here?" the doctor butted into the conversation.
"Yes, some people are after us, we need to leave." Andy helped Wendy off of the table.
"I will call security." the doctor got up and began to reach for a phone attached to the wall.
"Can you have them shut down the elevator?" Miranda asked.
"I will try." the doctor began to call the front desk.
"If they can shut down the elevator before they get off it could slow them down enough to let us get out." Miranda told Andy as they began to walk towards the exit.
"It's a boy." Wendy told Andy as they continued to walk, the ultrasound jelly made her shirt stick to her stomach.
"What's what now?" Andy asked distracted.
"The baby, its a boy." Wendy smiled, her face was scarred with stitches and bandages above her left eye.
"That's great news Wendy." Andy said honestly happy, "but we need to get out so we can see the baby in four months."
"Who do you think those guys work for?" Wendy asked.
"Pontius, who else." Andy saw the front desk and saw several members of the hospital security staff walk towards the elevator controls with the janitor.
.........
"We are looking for an Andy Bruss." a man said with a Russian accent.
"I'm Andy and who the feth are you?" Andy said, his revolver whipped out and pointed directly at Dimitri's face.
"I am Dimitri," the man said as he raised his hands in surrender, "this is my brother Artyom, we are with the Network. No need for the gun comrade."
"Let me see your phone." Andy demanded as he kept the gun leveled and the receptionist looked on in shock.
"Okay, here it is." Dimitri said calmly as he handed the phone to Andy who quickly searched the contacts and found the number for the network.
"Okay, you have a ride?" Andy asked, satisfied he put the weapon away.
"We have a truck." Dimitri replied.
"Okay, we have a blue jaguar, you follow us." Andy began to walk towards the door before turning to the receptionist, "You are by far the dumbest person I have ever met, who the feth just gives out a patient's room number without checking for ID? Especially when there's ten fething people looking for the same fething room! You have no idea how fething lucky you are, I want to fething shoot you right now!" he spat at the receptionist who just sat back in her chair agape at the sudden burst of rage.
"Let's get out of here." Wendy tugged on Andy's coat sleeve, "If there's ten people after us we can't fight them right now."
"I don't think they're after us, I think they're after you." Miranda said as the automatic doors opened.
....And everyone who's at the Hospital freeze...
Vegas ,Sven and Rachel will arive at the Hospital...along with perhaps another PC and then I can do an event....which I can't do if every one doesn't have their characters in at least some sort of general area...
Now, just so everyone knows...I have a huge Memorial Day BBQ that I'm going to tomorrow...so I probably wont be doing much in the way of events or write ups tomorrow.
Everyone feel free to RP as usual though...except those PC's who are already AT the Hospital...those PC's can RP getting into the positions they want for the Hospital Event...
...Nachos...if you try to get Andy and the others into a car/truck ...so help me god...I'll blow it up.
After searching the square for a good amount of time Varro decided to make a sweep of the hospital quickly to see if he could find anything peculiar. As he walked through the door he could tell he was getting closer. The hunt was on.
"Excuse me, can I help you with something?" a hospital employee said approaching him as he came to the stairs.
"I'm just here to visit a friend don't mind me." He said waving off the woman's scrutiny. She knew something was not as it seemed but she had plenty of work to do and didn't have times to pester him. She went back to the desk as he ascended up the stairs.
"So, I take it the two who arn't pregnant are packing a diffrent heat?" Dimitri said with a small laugh while lighting a smoke. He handed Artyom one and then offered one to Miranda and Andy, but skipping the previously shot and still pregant Wendy.
"Im going to get a soda from the truck, anybody want anything?" Artyom said moving ahead of the group to get a drink.
Wendy wasn't shot, she hit the deck just like Andy and Miranda except her head met the table on the way down.
@ Fitzz, I wasn't gunna.
I was just setting up trying to meet Wild's characters and I also thought that some insight into how Andy's plans come into fruition would be nice in the meantime.
Andy was wearing his favorite "Kiss the Chef" apron as he grilled hotdogs outside near the pool. Wendy and Miranda were lounging on pool seats near the water's edge in the summer heat and the beans and potato salad sat in the kitchen, waiting for eager hands to help themselves to the bounty. Potato chips of every flavor and kind sat on a picnic table outside and were being eagerly devoured by the party guests.
Splashing and laughter were coming from the pool as Vegas and Rachel played chicken with Dmitri and Artyom acting as the bases. Sven was busy swimming laps and trying dive to the bottom of the pool.
Dez, Holly, Lisa, Varro, and Ryan peaked over the fence at the merriment being had by the hunters.
"What are we going to do?" Lisa asked Ryan who was busy licking his lips.
"We're going to crash their party." Ryan sneered.
Within seconds all of the wolves leapt from behind the fence and into the pool, "Geronimo!" Dez yelled.
Water splashed onto Miranda, Wendy, and onto Andy at the grill. Underneath a soaking wet chef's hat, Andy glared with rage.
"You're going to clog the fething filter!" he yelled at the hairy party crashers.
"Would you prefer our human form then?" Ryan snarled as he doggy paddled.
"Hell yes." Andy shouted back.
As the wolves turned back into humans the realization that they would all be naked entered Andy's head, "Wait! No, no, no!" but to no avail. All of the wolves had returned to their human forms and Andy was horrified as Ryan began to climb out of the pool.
They were all naked save for Dez who was wearing a pink speedo, the other wolves began to laugh at him as he blushed, "I'm shy okay." he tried to explain.
"Why pink though?" Holly giggled.
"It was on sale okay." Dez's face was redder than a strawberry.
"Yeah, whatever." Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Just get the hell out of my yard." Andy rubbed his temples with his thumb and finger.
"No, you killed my brother!" Ryan shouted back.
"And you almost made me blind, now get the hell out." Andy returned.
"What, you jealous?" Ryan teased.
"No, you ruined my pool and my apron." Andy replied, "I'm so angry its not even funny."
"Well, its my pool now short stuff." Ryan stood triumphant.
Andy thought for a second before picking up a hot dog from the grill with his tongs and waved in front of Ryan's face. Ryan became entranced and his head followed the hot dog, Andy tossed it over the privacy fence and said "Fetch!" as Ryan and the rest of wolves bounded over the fence to get the hot dog, growling and whining came from behind the fence as they fought over the solo hot dog.
The party resumed after much cleaning of the pool filters and the hunters had a wonderful time.
Pontius sat in his basement all alone, unable to go to any parties until his SPF 5,000 sunscreen arrived from China.
Right, just got in from our Memeorial Day BBQ and I'm just slightly ...well a bit more than slightly sauced...so..no write ups tonight as they would make absolutely zero sense...
Appreciate the heads up Larkin as had I been drinking anything ( which would be a bad idea right now anyway) when I read Nachos post my poor keyboard would have yet again been drowned.
I promise to get the event going tomorrow...but for now, one more beer and I'm going to go lay down.
TheWildHost wrote:+1 FITZZ +1 all the way. So,whatcha drinkin?
Sam Adams Boston Lager ...
Family went to my Missus mothers for a BBQ this afternoon and I've been grilling burgers,chicken and ribs since 1:00 PM...opened my first beer of the day at 1:15 PM...
Have no idea exactly how many we put away...but had a game of Spades going for several hours...
Of course my Missus stuck with drinking soda/water all day to ensure our safe arrival back home once the festivities ended...
... In a sprawling chamber located below her seclude mansion,Natasha assembled a half dozen of her finest trackers...
The maimed wolf Uri had managed to supply her with a clear photograph of the American Nrajah via his camera phone and the image, now transfered to hard copies, was handed to the seated trackers...
" I want this Nrajah located and brought to me.." Natasha ordered " His condition upon bringing him in is unimportant ...but I want him alive at least.."
"Yes my Queen" The group replied..
" You will also continue to search for O' Brian." Natasha added " He must be brought in alive and unharmed.."
" Again the assembled trackers nodded "Yes my Queen"
" Jarin has also received reports of others arriving ...I want to know who they are...immediately." The Queen said " I will not tolerate any outside peril to jepordize the new born."
" We understand " Came the unified answer from the trackers..
" The six of you will each lead a hunting party...coordinate your searches with Jarin...and check in with Musater for any further inteligence.." Natasha said. " I want these Nrajah found...now"
The Trackers bowed and exited the chambers leaving Natasha alone, she sat peering at the image Uri had supplied of the American Nrajah ...a frown creased her face..." I know you" she whispered.
"What have you found?" Musater was sitting down to dinner, eating 4D's left calf like a chicken wing. The gruesome scene was made even more disturbing as the candles and the lavender scented body scrub meant that this was a romantic dinner.
"Well, I have found that this "Ryan O'Brian" is not only a lycan-" Pup stopped, as the constant gnashing of Musater's teeth were going silent. "What is it?"
"There was a lead I got a while ago in Musater's case to find a Irish Wolf, as he was involved in Musatei's death. The only name we could pull up was O'Brian."
"No gak!"
"Yes. Continue." Musater had put down his human wing and was wiping his face.
"Well," Continued Pup, "He also lived in Empire City during the time that Musatei was killed. Lastly, there are very, Very sketchy reports that he may be in the city."
"Any idea where?"
"I have no idea. Like I said, it is a sketchy report. Very hush hush, no conformations." Pup was cleaning her grizzly teeth with the finger bone of 4B.
"Woof! Woof!" Mr. Pickles had decided to drop by and beg for some food.
"Shoo! Me and Pup are having a moment here!" Musater gave the death glare to the dog.
"Aroo?" The dog tilted it's head, as if to say, "What the hell are you saying?"
"Aww, Musi-poo, he's hungry!" Pup was excited that the dog had dropped by, the conversation had turned sour.
"He doesn't get fed at the-" Musater looked to see some intestines being slipped under the table. "Oh come on, Pup!"
"What? Aww, look at that face! How can you say no to that!" The dog was eating the intestines at an incredible rate getting blood all over his nose.
"Easy. NO!" Musater shuffled the dog back out of the room, the mongrel dragging the intestine.
After dinner and the (amazing) sex, Musater called Kiev.
"Hello, Kiev."
"Kiev. I need an APB on one Ryan O'Brian. A photo is in your E-mail box." Kiev was writing franticly.
"Got it." Kiev hung up the phone, and went to make some charges.
Musater began smiling, then a full laugh. He had caught him. One of the bastards who killed Musatei. He guzzled a bottle of brandy, then hopped off for some more of that Barbeque Thigh.
... Lukos had spent the last hour discussing the American Nrajah with the wounded agent Uri...well ..as much as it could be called a discussion..seeing as Uri no longer really had anything which could be called a mouth,
Lukos had asked the questions, Uri had written the answers...or gestured wildly making gurgling sounds which had frankly irritated the hell out of Lukos.
Eventually, after much anoyance , Lukos had gotten all the information Uri had to give and with a grunt of satisfaction had driven a silver dagger into the maimed wolf's heart...
Now Lukos sat once again before his computer, attempting to access files from the mechanic who'd repaired the Americans motorcycle...if he could get the vehicles VIN number...he could find the Nrajahs name.
He sighed as a message from Jarin came up on his screen...accessing the message Lukos froze as an image appeared on his screen with the words " Another Nrajah sighted"..
Lukos shook his head..." Varro ...what are you doing in Prague?" he chuckled " I haven't seen you since Amanda killed your girlfriend."
Another day neared its close as Harlow sped on. As he crested a rise in the road he could finally see it sprawled out in front of him: Prague. The city was grand and old, he knew. It was large, as far as the eye could see, its expanse was from east to west. Somewhere in that city was a hole that Harlow could hide in, or so he hoped. He needed time to think, his past few experiences told him that he was beginning to be ensnared in a larger and escalating battle. Something was stirring in this land, he could almost smell it, things were beginning to be set in motion that would be so all consuming that he wouldn't be able to hide for much longer. As Harlow drove on, nearing the outskirts of the city, his thought's dwelt on this certainty that he felt. It was just as he feared, he would have no choice but to pick sides sooner or later. He needed friends more than anything else at that moment. Too many people were looking for him for Harlow to go it alone anymore. And even though it went against his nature, Harlow knew he'd have to find a cause to fight for somewhere along the way. He thought about the skirmish at the apartment. It was obvious that the two wolves had been working for this "Queen" or whoever she was. It was apparent that she had a good bit of power if she had her own private army of wolves at her beck and call. Furthermore, who was Jarin, and why did he want Harlow alive?
Harlow's bike took him into the suburbs around the city. Not many people paid him any mind, apparently it was more usual to see a man on a motorcycle within the city than without. Harlow was beginning to like this idea a little when he saw something that soured his mood. A police car, Harlow reminded himself that he would have to be on his best behavior while in the city, at least while the authorities were looking. Harlow tried to concentrate on finding a bolt hole. He eventually made his way into a sort of manufacturing district near the city's edge. It was sparsely populated throughout, except on the inward side where most of the public places were situated. It was one of these thoroughfares that Harlow passed and here he decided to stop for a minute. He parked his bike on the side of the road and sat on a bench on the sidewalk. He needed a chance to gather his thoughts and come up with a plan, there was no way he could do that while on the move. He spent the next few minutes in contemplation while the crowds moved about him not paying him any mind.
Finally, Harlow was snapped out of his pondering by the word 'gunfire' He perked his ears up, tuning into the conversation in which he had heard the word. Across the street, two police officers were conversing in accented English.
"Oh yah, that report about what went down at the hotel across town?"
"That's the one. Apparently someone was trying to snipe at one of the hotel guests."
"That's crazy."
Harlow's interest was again piqued. A shooting across town? It could easily just be a simple attempted murder, but then again, with all the stuff that was happening...
"Yah, and then there was another shooting in an apartment complex in a town near here. What's with people today?"
Harlow couldn't help but smile about that, knowing that they were talking about him.
"What about that report a few minutes ago?"
"Something's going down at the hospital, some domestic disturbance or some crap like that."
"Not the one I meant..."
"Oh, the APB? Yeah, kinda weird coming in from that high up the chain of command. Aren't those usually put out by other officers?"
"That's what I thought, hey, we should be asking around about that."
"How about this guy?"
Harlow's head came up at that last comment, he knew they were talking about him. One of the officers crossed the street with a piece of paper in hand and walked up to Harlow. He asked him about the APB. Apparently they were looking for one Ryan O'Brian, the officer described the man's physical description to Harlow, but Harlow just shook his head.
"No, can't say that I have seen him officer." Harlow stated.
"Alright, keep an eye out, call us if you see him, have a good day." The officer said and went back to join his companion.
A few minutes later, Harlow was back on the road, with a bit of food for thought as he contemplated what the officers had talked about. He could worry about that later, he needed a shelter now. Harlow found one not an hour later, as the sun set on another day. A warehouse not currently in use sat amongst its counterparts in a storage yard that seemed to border the city and its outlying suburbs. Harlow pulled his bike into the alley and covered it with a nearby tarp, hoping to conceal it from wandering eyes. Inside he found the place empty and barren, although at some point someone had lived here. Probably another lost soul like him. There was a mattress and a small heater still plugged into the wall. Harlow figured it was as good a place as any and prepared himself for the night ahead. He didn't want anyone finding him here, so his harmonica was denied to him, he could only sit in silence and darkness and hope that he had evaded his pursuers for the time being. Just to get his mind off the circumstances, Harlow pulled out one of his revolvers and examined it. He was as familiar with the dual firearms as he was his own two hands. Harlow spun the weapon around his trigger finger. His fidgety action stopped, however, as he saw the engraving on the pistol. It was the same for the other one, both nickel plated and engraved with several flowery patterns and designs. They were a true piece of art, the both of them, and had been Harlow's prized possessions ever since the day he'd first seen them....
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1870, Dry Creek, Texas
Harlow stood on the porch of the small but sturdy jailhouse that sat in the middle of the town. The scope of the settlement rivaled the size of some of the other boomtown's he'd been to on his travels but as far as he was concerned, this one was the best, it was home after all. Harlow looked on at the expanse of buildings set upon the dusty earth, he watched the men and women of the cattle town busy themselves in their affairs. He watched them with the keen eyes of a bird of prey, their safety was his responsibility after all. There was nothing happening today, however, the cowboys had all headed south the other day, Harlow's job got a little busy whenever they brought their herds into town but now that the storm had passed, it was smooth sailing and Harlow hadn't had very many miscreant calls after that for the past few days.
Of course there had been the stories that had come out of Danton about a day's ride north. Killings by the dozen apparently. Ghastly murders the likes of which few had seen in these parts before. This was the Wild West, Harlow told himself, it was probably the work of some indignant redskins from the prairies further north. Still though, he was wondering when Danton's Sheriff was going to be calling for help...
Harlow was just about to head back into the jailhouse when the sound of rapid hoof falls reached his ears and got his attention. He looked up to see one of his deputies riding frantically toward the jailhouse. Harlow walked out to meet him on the road, something must have been wrong, and Harlow could tell it wasn't just a matter of a brawl at the saloon that made one of his men ride that fast.
"Sheriff!" The deputy called from his horse, which he stopped hard. "There's trouble at the bank! Whitlow's at it again!"
At the mention of the criminal's name, Harlow raced back inside, got his weapons, his duster, and his hat and ran back out, untying his horse from the stable and galloping with his man down the street.
"Why didn't anyone see him coming?" Harlow asked angrily. "Everyone knows that bastard is wanted in three states."
"Doc Marston said they came out of nowhere and headed straight for the bank, nobody had any warning."
Harlow cursed, by now one of the biggest criminals in the state was a stone's throw away and he might get away because nobody had been watching. If this turned out like Harlow thought it might, he would make sure that didn't happen again. The two men neared the bank, nobody was around and it seemed everyone had cleared out of the area due to the bandit's intrusion. The two lawmen soon arrived at the bank, totally barren of life on the outside. The entire block was deserted except for the two men. Harlow and the deputy dismounted their horses and approached the front door of the bank. weapons out. Harlow sported two colt peacemaker revolvers and the deputy held in his nervous hands a shotgun.
"I know you're in there Cody Whitlow!" Harlow yelled "I'm here to take you in! Come on out or I'm comin in there!"
There was no response from the closed doors in front of them. The two men exchanged glances and slowly, Harlow walked towards the doors, guns raised, his deputy behind him. Harlow entered the lobby of the bank where a rather distressing scene greeted him. Five men and women patrons of the bank sat on their knees on the floor of the lobby. Two bank tellers stood in the corner looking very unhappy. All the occupants looked up as the two men walked in. The two lawmen squared off with three bandits, their positions obvious by their bandana masks and their at hand firepower. The three lawbreakers immediately faced the two men as they entered, the one nearest the bank tellers smiled as he took a couple steps forward. Apparently he was happy to see Harlow, God only knew why. Harlow also took two steps forward, guns in both hands, wary of the trick he knew Whitlow was trying to pull.
"Well, well, Cody, looks like you fethed up cause you're not getting away this time." Harlow said assuredly, aiming his weapons at Whitlow.
"Aw, I sure missed your stupid lines, Sheriff. You come all the way out here to get little old me? I'm touched." The bandit leader mocked.
"I've had about enough of your smart mouth. You crossed one too many lines Whitlow, I'm takin you in today or I'm gonna die trying." Harlow snarled.
"Oh really? You and what army?" Whitlow said looking at Harlow's deputy and then glancing at his two men, the three bandits laughed.
"Put your gun down on the counter and hand yourself over, Cody, you're coming with me." Harlow commanded.
The bandit took a few steps toward the bank's counter, gun in hand, again, his head looking at the floor, in a mocking fashion that was beginning to get under Harlow's skin. Finally the bandit set his revolver down on the counter like he was told and leaned on it as if finishing some magic trick and waiting for an applause. Harlow was not amused and neither were the hostages.
"I wanna see both your hands." Harlow said fatefully. The bandit's smile was renewed as if he had been waiting for that command.
"Whatever you say Harlow." He said, lifting both his hands. As he did so, his free hand revealed a small black orb which dropped to the floor. Before Harlow could react, the room was filled with thick grey smoke that poured out of the doors and windows. All of the citizens and both of the lawmen eventually stumbled their way out of the building and as the smoke died down, they realized that the bandits had disappeared. A few minutes later, Harlow was looking through the bank lobby when he found the revolver that the bandit had left, a nickel plated, engraved schofield, and held it up. It was quite a piece of work, but it felt slightly off in weight. Harlow opened the cylinder to find it loaded. He took one of the bullets out and gazed in wonder at its silver head. His deputy joined him in the bank and they both looked at it.
"He planned this whole thing." Harlow said in a knowing voice. "Right down to his escape, he left this here for a reason."
"But what for?" His deputy asked.
"That is something I intend to find out before long." Harlow said looking off into the distance outside the bank's window.
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Three days later, Harlow was in the town square when a man on a horse came galloping into town as if the devil himself were chasing him. The man began screaming and yelling and riding his horse around in a circle. Harlow came out of the gathered crowd and confronted him, getting the frantic man off his horse and onto his feet where he eventually calmed down enough to speak clearly.
"What the hell is the problem?" Harlow asked.
"They came out of nowhere, dozens of them, they set dynamite charges everywhere in town and blew most of the place up. It's all a blazing ruin now, they killed almost everyone, went through the town and shot anyone that survived the blasts." The man said, unable to stop. A haunted look was in his eyes, he was obviously disturbed. Harlow did is best to calm him down.
"Slow down, where did it happen, who are you talking about?"
"Danton......its all gone now. The gang blew it all up." The man said on the verge of crying. Harlow's anger started to rise up, he felt he knew who had done it.
"Let me ask you, son, did the man who led em look anything like this?" Harlow asked, producing a wanted poster of Cody Whitlow.
"I--I don't know, I can't remember it too well."
Harlow then took out the engraved revolver and held it out for the man to see. The man looked entranced at the revolver and Harlow knew who had done it before he asked.
"Did the leader have one of these?"
The man nodded. "He shot her with one that looked just like that."
"How many are there supposed to be?" Andy asked as he looked over the schematics of the basement.
"Six or so wolves with about 25 guards, that we know of." Ash replied, "Expect 12 wolves and 50 guards."
"What about 50 wolves and 200 guards?" another hunter chuckled as he lit a cigarette.
"Take this seriously Frederick, we need to do our job quickly while Bravo does theirs." Ash pointed towards Frederick as he hunched over the table with the plans. ............
"They don't know we're here?" Andy asked as he set the charges on the sewer's walls, red lights shown in the dark from the night vision goggles they were all wearing. MP5's with silver rounds were being used by all of the hunters, Andy's hung from its sling as he continued to work with the C4.
"If they do then they have us in a trap." Anna mumbled as she set a charge where it would make a nice sized hole.
Weapons clacked and boots splashed as the group took cover behind an archway. Three fingers flew up on Andy's hand, then one went down, then another, and then the last as he depressed the trigger on the detonator. A loud exlposion echoed as sewage flew away from the source, smoke and dust filled the chamber as the hunters moved in, weapons aimed ahead of them.
As they moved through the basement a door above clanged open and a guard began to open fire on the group below. The hunters ducked as bullets ricocheted off of the floor. Their own weapons barked a response as the limp body of the guard crashed down the stair case, a grenade pin fell to the floor before the grenade sailed into the doorway and exploded sending shrapnel into the bodies of the three guards who were waiting near the door.
"Move! Move! Move!" Ash shouted as he charged up the stair case with the rest in tow.
...........
"They've eliminated four of the humans, and it seems the money didn't go to far into training our guards." Francis reported to his alpha.
"We'll let the humans deal with the hunters before we do anything." the alpha smiled, "Afterwards we'll have a hell of a feast." .............
"I'm hit!" Anna called out behind her black balaclava, more rounds pelted her body before as she was dragged into cover behind a desk. Victor let go of her body when he realised she was gone.
"You sons of bitches!" he yelled out as he popped out from cover, his and Anna's MP5's blasting as he held each in one hand. "Yeah! Get some!" he continued to yell as he sprayed death into a staircase several guards were using as cover. Granite cracked and fell to the floor below as the bullets smacked into stone columns. A guard fell limp to the floor as a bullet pulped his chest and the man behind him tripped over his friend's body, he rolled down the stairs as more bullets hit around him. Victor was still spraying into the crowd when a round plastered the wall behind him with hair and gray matter.
"We've got two down!" Andy shouted to Ash as he hid behind a felled column.
"We've taken out twenty." Ash replied, "So good so far!"
The gun fire began to falter as the remaining guards began to panic and flee. Screaming and sporadic fire came from the bannisters as the guards were set upon by their lycan masters.
"Red rover, red rover." Frederick said quietly as he reloaded his weapon. Most of the hunters looked at the double door at the top of the staircase as they put fresh clips into their weapons. Another hunter took the cross out from behind his bulletproof vest and kissed it as he prayed.
"Stay focused, and stay clear. They want to close in so we can't shoot them." Ash told his remaining team of 23 hunters.
"Bring it Fido!" another hunter mocked the wolves who remained hidden, a guard's body flew towards the arrogant hunter as the alpha let loose a roar, signaling his pack to attack.
Andy's ears rang with the sound of the howl and he began to loose focus as his equilibrium was challenged by the roar. He looked over the column and saw a mass of fur heading his way, his weapon rested on the column as he pulled the trigger and pulped the wolf's muzzle. The body hit the column with enough force to cause it to roll a bit and Andy had to step in order to escape having his foot crushed.
As he moved he saw the mocking hunter being picked up, his gun firing wildly in an attempt to hit the wolf grabbing him. The wolf looked like it was smiling as it brought the hunter to the ground and pinned him with its foot and began to pull. Gore spewed from the hunter as his torso was torn free from his legs. Two other hunters opened fire on it, the wolf thrashed violently, its claws wounded the two hunters who had foolishly moved closer to the wolf to bring it down.
"I can only see three wolves!" Frederick screamed to Ash as he continued to fire at a wolf who had been taunting him from the railings. A shot entered the wolf's chest and more from the hunter guns bisected the wolf.
"The rest are upstairs!" Ash looked over his remaining squad, "Let's go finish them off!" he raised his sword as he began to charge the stairs.
"For glory!" Frederick cheered on as he left his cover as well.
"For humanity!" the rest of the hunters yelled as they charged.
Andy watched as a wolf leapt from the doorway and tackled the hunter next to him, a sickening crunch signaled their landing as Andy and some others turned to fire at the wolf. The immediate task done they charged forth into the upper levels of the apartment building.
"Frederick, take some men and clear these levels. Andy, Theresa, and Rich with me!" Ash split his men and he moved up to the top floor, gunfire and shouting sounded behind them.
......
"So Mr. Williams, we meet again." Gregor, the alpha said from a dark corner of the penthouse office, "Tell me, how would you like to be served?"
"By a waiter Gregor you sick feth." Ash spat as Andy and him stood back to back.
"Oh, you think you're going to leave this alive do you?" a faint hint of humor lingered on Gregor's words, "Is that why I took out two of your kind as soon as you entered my lair?"
"You shut your mouth!" Andy screamed at the wolf he couldn't see, lights had been left on so that only a circle in the center remained. Their goggles useless unless they ventured to the corners of the office where the wolf lurked.
"And who's this then? Your favorite?" Gregor continued to tease the hunters.
Andy let loose a burst of fire into the dark as the wolf laughed. Red eyes flew towards him and he instinctively ducked, Ash tried to duck and turn after feeling Andy drop but was caught in the grip of Gregor. Ash pressed his sword against the Alpha's gnashing teeth, and blood poured from the creature's mouth as the sword damaged the flesh with each bite. Andy fired at the wolf's back until his weapon clicked, he reloaded as the creature tried to swipe at him without looking. Ash took the new bit of freedom of movement to reach for a grenade, Gregor got up to fight Andy and allowed Ash to pull the pin.
"Hey gak head!" Ash shouted, Gregor faced Ash only to have Ash's left arm and a grenade shoved down his throat. As Gregor tried to pull his head away his teeth tore Ash's left arm free from his body. As Gregor tried to vomit up the grenade it went off, showering Andy and Ash with gore.
"Andy?" Ash said feebly, "Andy are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm alright." Andy walked over to Ash who was bleeding profusely, "You've looked better."
"I know you idiot." Ash's face creased with a false smile, "he did me in really good." a brief moment of silence passed as Ash reached to his side with his remaining hand and pulled out a metallic object. Ash twirled the revolved so that the mahogany wood handle faced Andy, "You know what to do. I pass leadership to you, until the Network says otherwise."
"I don't want that." Andy stared at the weapon, "I don't want command, why can't Frederick take it if he's still alive?"
"My last order Andy." Ash coughed, his blood and Gregor's blood mixed on the floor, "Do it or I'll shoot you for dereliction."
Andy took the revolver and leveled it with Ash's head, "It's been an honor sir." the shot's echo signaled an informal passage of command. Andy took in a deep breath before heading downstairs, his radio picked up.
"Anybody alive up there?" Frederick's voice came from the humming radio.
"Just me." Andy said and clicked the radio as he walked down the stairs, the revolver held limply to his side.
"I guess you're the boss now huh?" Frederick said glumly.
"For now." Andy replied sadly. ......
The 11 wounded hunters had been lined up and each had been given final rights. Andy, Frederick, Daniel, and Xavier stood in front of them. The wounded looked cheerful considering the circumstances. "We got him right?" most of them asked, "Yes, Gregor the Butcher is dead." was the answer, "Then it was worth it." most of them would reply.
Andy took the revolver and executed the first five hunters before reloading the six chambers and using those rounds on the next six wounded. He felt sick as he looked at the bodies sitting against the wall in front of him, he had to execute them, not because they would turn but because it was his job to make sure they didn't turn.
"Ash was a lucky son of a bitch." Frederick patted Andy's shoulder, "If he was alive he would've needed to do this, unfortunately for you he put you in charge."
The group of four hunters dressed in black, pouches of ammo and gear lighter than before, their heads adorned with black helmets, balaclavas, and night vision goggles looked at the bodies of their comrades as they set charges and left the building. "Group Alpha reporting confirmed kill of target." Andy radioed the Network.
Two blocks away they detonated the charges that would completely incinerate everything inside the building, bullets and weapons would remain but the bodies would be no more.
"Group Alpha, this is Network command we were advised of your situation." a female voice said through the radio, "We are passing command of the chapter from Andy Bruss to Humphry Grefstein."
"Command, does that mean Bravo Group succeeded?" Andy asked through the radio.
"Yes it does Alpha, congratulations on the cleansing." the voice didn't seem the least bit happy with their success.
Andy looked at the revolver he had been given, he had used it to end the lives of 12 hunters and he promised himself that he would use it to end the lives of many more supernaturals.
IC: Prague came into view as the SWAT van crested another hill, the city nestled amongst the snowcapped woodland, several miles away still, but getting closer at every minute. As the van descended once more into the forest, Ryan could not help but feel a sense of dread cross him as they approached Prague. After all, the oracle had prophesied a dire future for him if he chose the wrong path. He gazed back down at the journal and scratched at the scar on his scalp, completely thrown as to what to do. The oracle had never mentioned this. He had a child. A son, possibly. It didn't say, but he just had that feeling deep down that he had sired himself a little boy. Ryan didn't mention this of course, not to Lisa, not to Holly. He had just mentioned that they should keep a look out for more wolves in the area. The van was now back deep in the woods, the eves of the branches comfortably covering the sky above the road, the canopy blocking out light, creating a pale green lit tunnel that they now drove down quietly. A perfect place for an ambush, he mused, and let his claws slip through his finger tips in preparation for any such circumstance. Holly too, and Lisa felt the same. Holly was driving , but she paid no attention to the road. Her eyes were instead scanning the treeline for movement. Lisa had loaded her shotgun, and had the silver filled pistol resting in a holster at her side. Even without the killers instincts of a wolf, an air of unease was palpable in the air. Throughout their journey, the sound of birds going about their business, or the rustling of the undergrowth as wild deer made their passage through the forest had accompanied them. But now, now there was just that eerie silence save for the sound of their own vehicle. All that was needed now to complete the scene was for some unwitting victim to comment on how nothing could go wrong. Ryan lightly tapped Holly on the arm, and without any further provocation, she slowed and stopped the van, switching off the lights, plunging them into darkness. They sat in the road for several minutes, in total silence, until they heard a great cacophony of sound to their immediate left. An animal was plunging through the woodland, uncaring of it's direction, causing animals that had been hiding in terror to break cover and flee. Birds erupted from their hiding places, eloping with the sun above.
"Something wicked this way comes." mumbled Ryan as he began to grow fangs.
And something did.
A creature that defied all logic and beauty, a sheer perversion of the mind, made its appearance in an explosion of foliage. It paused only briefly upon the road, its unnaturally long gangled limbs touching the ground as it knuckled over the concrete. Maggoty filth cascaded from tears in its musculature, for it had no skin to call its own. Pussy effluent dripped from its chest cavity to fall upon the road, where it sizzled faintly like acid upon chalk. The most terrible feature of the beast was its horselike cranium, distorted and stretched obscenely long. Its myriad of blunt teeth glistened like unholy welts upon the pinkish, vein strewn jawline, and they clacked together with such a grating noise, that it reverberated in the minds of the awestruck werewolves. Tommy rawhide was then gone as quickly as he came, plunging once more into the blackness of the forest, unawares of how close it could have come to meeting its maker at the hands of a trio of wolves ready for war.
"feth me." Ryan swore.
"Can we get to Prague before dusk? I don't really want to be out in these woods tonight." Holly said, her face blanched white.
The Van picked up speed again, and soon they were bombing it down the road at a far faster speed than strictly necessary, and they didn't slow until they had hit the outskirts of Prague, and relative safety.
....Natasha peered closely at the photo of the American Nrajah in her hand, yes...the face was very familar..but even more so was the pistol grasp in the Nrajah's hand.
The Queen felt rage wash over her...she knew the weapon well...after all many years ago it had been one of the many weapons used to slaughter her pack...and had itself punched a burning hole through her own body.
She paused, thinking back...shortly after the Pure Bloods had been all but exterminated by the Hunters, Natasha had encountered a small pack of monsterous Grubrah...mostly Native American, they had taken her in and allowed her to dwell amongst them...regognizing her as a wolf of extrodanary power and age.
It had taken her almost no time to heal from her wounds, and with some prompting Natasha had convienced a dozen of the Grubrah to assist her in tracking down and destroying those who had murdered her pack...
With a tenacity bred from hatered, Natasha had led the Grubrah from town to town...over a matter of weeks they had managed to dispatch a half dozen of the murderous Hunters...but the one who had lead them...the one who had shot her...he had managed to evade her....Until she and the pack of Grubrah had come to a town called Dry Creek...they discovered the one they seeked was near...he and some of his companions had recently robbed a local bank and struck out into the wilderness...
Over the next few days Natasha and the pack had pursued the Hunters...eventually cornering them and extracting a vicious revenge upon them..
The Queen paised the photo of the American closer ..." You were there..." she whispered.
...The dark shape decended from the night sky, his senses assaulted by the sheer amount of garish neon that surrounded him..." Only an American could find this place attractive ." the figure muttered shaking his head and moving rapidly through the crowded streets.
The flashing lights and sheer wall of noise made the vampires head spin, he had always loathed modern cities...particularly modern American cities and wished to rapidly conclude his business here and return to his beloved countryside...
had the orders to come to this wretched place not come from Pontius himself he would never dreamed of setting foot here...
For a brief instant, the vampires eyes fell upon two women, their attire extreamly revealing ...even by modern standards, he considered seducing the pair...taking them somewhere private and feeding but decided against it...he didn't care much for the flavor of the urban dwellers...the full and robust taste of country folk being more to his liking...and of course...there was no time to spare...he had a message to deliver.
Entering the structure he'd been informed to the vampire once again found himself besieged by sound, grimacing against the electronic pounding and frantic flailing of the crowd he attempted to focus ...
There...seated at a secluded balcony table was he who he seeked...moving faster than the human eye could follow...the vampire leaped.
" Wha...who the hell are you." A gorgeous female vampire with flowing red hair exclaimed as the Vampire appeared in front of her and her companion..
The seated male elder simply raised his hand, addressing the woman quickly " No need to fear..." he turned to face the other..." What brings you here Julian...I thought you deplored this sort of establishment...as i recall your none to fond of cities either."
The Vampire bowed slightly " Correct Lord Nero...which is why I intend to be very brief...I've been commanded to bring you a message."
Nero smiled slightly " Then by all means deliver it so that you may take your leave.."
Julian nodded " Pontius of House Bruti request your presence...he is with Black Annise ...Pontius informed me you would know how to find him."
A small frown touched Nero's features " Indeed ...I do...was there any other information Pontius wished you to relay ?"
Julian nodded again.." Our Father has returned.."
In the satin skies of Prague, night reigned supreme. The darkened streets cast long shadows by the poor simulacra of stars constructed by the Cattle to stave off their umber-borne nightmares. The pale sister of Helios failed to pierce the gloom spun by the daemons of dread night, leaving the city enwrapped in a filthy cloud of wicked blackness. The pale gibbering spawn of Morpheus slithered into the dreams of sleepers, warping their vivid landscapes into insane visions of great cities older than Man, carven of diseased bone and impossible angles. Phobos and Deimos rode through the streets on dark chariots built of liquid fear, inspiring madness and terror. Asylums rang with the raving chant of a thousand voices, each speaking terrible syllables that should have been impossible to speak on a Humanii tongue. Yet speak they did, and their words were dark and terrible; "Y'torhb gaa ghwajk chaa! Nodd agh vaa! Shebek, Nothec, Omec, Godec, kraa! Abhoth! Atlach-Nacha! Cthugha aa! Jekk nrah Kadath! Num bi na! Lorgoth! Horgoth! Molech! Hypos kul vaa! Ugbungoroth kraa! Nogoth! Nogoth vaa! Nogoth!" The black prayer carried through the City of Ghosts, briefly warping reality with it's wrongness. Animals dropped to corpses, so terrible were the implications hinted at by the eldritch words. Those Cattle possessing a measure of knowledge on the subject of dark and horrid things that sang nightmarish songs between the stars took their own lives at the words, preferring to travel into oblivion than live in the world that awaited them if the words spoke true. A few rejoiced, reveling in the knowledge of the great feast to come. Deep within the earth, things that ought not exist howled songs of praise to their dark and alien patron. "Cain comes, prepare the way."
Right, I hate to be "Iron handed"....but I really need to move this Hospital event on...it's been on "hold" for several days now and needs to get done...
Kais and Silly...I realize your both busy...but shoot me some PMs (or get a location RP up) ASAP please.
I hate to be "Iron Maidened", but here I am with holes leaking vital fluids just because my girl said she wanted to try something different. God, this is going to be an embarassing trip to the hospital. I need to grab some towels so I don't leak on the upholstery of the car and now im gettingfd swopozy......................
halonachos wrote:I hate to be "Iron Maidened", but here I am with holes leaking vital fluids just because my girl said she wanted to try something different. God, this is going to be an embarassing trip to the hospital. I need to grab some towels so I don't leak on the upholstery of the car and now im gettingfd swopozy......................
..You know,were this not a "family safe" forum, I have a plethora of stories (gathered from various family members and my own experiances of working at multiple Hospitals) about " embarassing hospital events".
My EMT class teachers had some interesting stories, they were both paramedics in the fire department and well its funny that people have a tendency to 'trip and fall' onto certain objects(hotdogs, bananas, barbie dolls...)
I myself was urinated on by some guy who had experimented with the crack cocaine during rounds.
halonachos wrote:My EMT class teachers had some interesting stories, they were both paramedics in the fire department and well its funny that people have a tendency to 'trip and fall' onto certain objects(hotdogs, bananas, barbie dolls...)
I myself was urinated on by some guy who had experimented with the crack cocaine during rounds.
My Grandmother, Mother, Brother and Aunt all work/worked in the ER...it seemed at least once a week they had/have a story about people " Falling" onto various objects...in fact a story about a fellow who "fell" onto several potatoes is still a great source of amusement at most of my family gatherings.
As for myself, I worked on a psych ward for four years, so I actually witnessed some of the acts of "falling" as they happened....and as far as "Urine" incidents...dear lord...it was constant.
My English Teacher used to do that as well, it was an intresting year.
and i hard a story of two guys one half an hour after the first both with gnomes stuck in the 'same place (The really dark Place) and claimed they didn't know each other or had seen each other before, of course they were believd
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:My English Teacher used to do that as well, it was an intresting year.
and i hard a story of two guys one half an hour after the first both with gnomes stuck in the 'same place (The really dark Place) and claimed they didn't know each other or had seen each other before, of course they were believd
...Gnomes?...well..that's one I've not heard before.
But yes, apparently a lot of these people get very "creative" when they "fall".
I recall one Christmas season , my Grandmother coming home and telling us about a gentleman who apparently feeling quite festive, "fell" on one of the bulbs from a string of Christmas lights.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:On bizzare ER somebody managed to do that to a whole pint glass
...That just seems like a really bad idea to me.... ....OK...let's get back to the business of murder and carnage at the hands of the supernatural ...we can discuss the placement of objects into areas they were never meant to go some other time.
..... Lukos leaned back at his desk, his dark eyes resting on the image on his computer screen...a small tight smile crossed his features.
" Varro...how long has it been."
Lukos thought back...at least 150 years...he shook his head remembering.
Amanda, bitch that she'd been, had schemed to get her claws into Varro's Fathers lands and monies...using fear as a persuader ...she had arranged to marry the old mans son...and thus inherit his fortune .
Of course Amanda would have simply butchered the young man after the wedding took place...hell...she would have slaughted his entire family...once she was legal heir.
But Amanda's carefully laid out plan hit a snag...Varro had no intention of allowing himself to be married to Amanda...spurning her advances for the love of another...a woman named Casandra...
Lukos recalled well how Amanda had entered his home, her eyes crazed and furious...she vowed to rip both Varros and the woman to pieces ...and then to bathe in the blood of his family...
At the time Lukos took little interest...Amanda was always angry about one thing or another...and Lukos was accustomed to her rantings...he had encountered the young man Varro once before...and in Lukos surmation he understood why the young man had spurned Amanda...
Bidding Amanda happy hunting..Lukos had seen her to the door, closing it behind her with some relief...Amanda often made his head hurt.
The following night,much to Lukos annoyance, Amanda had returned...she'd spoken happily of how she'd torn into the woman Casandra's flesh...ripping her very heart from her body and of how she'd left Varro's injured...bitten but alive.." Let him wander the world a Nrajah forever.." she had laughed...by the time Amanda begin to regal Lukos with tales of how she'd torn Varro's Fathers intestines out and strewn them over his bed, Lukos had become bored with her company...he considered throwing her out,,,but instead silenced her with a kiss and carried her off to bed..which was always a good way of shutting Amanda up...he'd bid her aduie in the morning and never thought about her story again....until now.
Now...here was Varro...in Prague...had he come searching for Amanda....did he know she'd been destroyed?...why was he here now?...Lukos frowned...It couldn't be a coincidence that he'd arrived at the same time the Pure Blood had come and that the one who'd torn Amanda to pieces had also arrived...of that Lukos was certian...
He stood...yawned and exited his chambers to find Natasha.
So far,unless I'm mistaken, we have Andy,wendy and Miranda headed for the Hospital parking lot with Artyom and Dmitri following.
Issac and the Ghouls should by now discovered Wendy isn't in her room,so will be headed back downstairs...
Dez , with a seriously wounded Dominic should be headed that way...as should Sven and Vegas with a dying Rachel...
...Oh and Varro has turned up as well...
I think that covers it...
EDIT:...I hope everyone at least has their "position" RP's up by tomorrow...otherwise I might just start "puppeting" characters.
Character:- Edward Cullen
Race/affiliation:-Vampire namphrye
Physical Description:- Medium height, brown hair, pale.
Equipment/clothes:- White skinny jeans with a pink tank top saying sperm dumpster on the front.
Location/resources:- With Pontius always...
Other info:- Is Pontius's BFF.
WS-9/BS-2/S-8/T-8/W-4/I-7/A-5/SV-3+
Special rule: I can shine like a star! He will throw sparkly powder into your eyes.
Vice: People can see him from miles around from the sparkles.
Virtue: Is destined to ascend into god-hood.
darksage wrote:What time is this in game time? When is the next full moon?
Game time wouldn't be very late as the sun had just set when Andy and company were shot at...I'll set the official Game Time at 8:00 PM.
As for the next full moon...3 days...I thought I mentioned that somewhere...but perhaps not.
Character:- Edward Cullen
Race/affiliation:-Vampire namphrye
Physical Description:- Medium height, brown hair, pale.
Equipment/clothes:- White skinny jeans with a pink tank top saying sperm dumpster on the front.
Location/resources:- With Pontius always...
Other info:- Is Pontius's BFF.
WS-9/BS-2/S-8/T-8/W-4/I-7/A-5/SV-3+
Special rule: I can shine like a star! He will throw sparkly powder into your eyes.
Vice: People can see him from miles around from the sparkles.
Virtue: Is destined to ascend into god-hood.
Silly, can you do a character portrait?????????
Apparently you didn't read my post in the previous RP concerning "Insta-Deathing" anyone who attempted to bring sparklepires into play.
darksage wrote:You're all just jelly. Quickest way to get everyone in this kind of thread to hate you.
I have to admit to being "ambushed" by Twilight...I had no idea what it even was until a few years ago when a guy I work with recommended it (knowing I liked horror films)...
My Missus and I ordered it on PPV and watched...after the first 20 minutes both of us were shaking our heads...by the end we were laughing at how silly it was...
Call me old fashioned ...but I prefer my Vampires dark and sinister as opposed to agnsty and sparkling.
We had a storm In north TX back not even a month ago. I swear there was a tornado outside the noise was so booming and constant. Play it safe. If it is that bad I would recomended getting off the computer.
Chowderhead wrote:I will. The storm barely missed us, we just got a gak ton of cloud to cloud lightning, somewhat high winds (30-40 kts) and about an inch of rain.
Springfield got two tornados.
I saw, Georgia just got pounded with a series of tornadoes a few weeks ago...two of which passed fairly close to where I live.
A lot of people claim weather patterns aren't changing...but I know I never saw this sort of tornadic activity when I was a kid...hell I didn't see it 20 years ago.
In MI we got tons of rain not to long ago. In the back of a schools parking lot the rain was up to the windows of the cars. Most peoples basements flooded.
darksage wrote:In MI we got tons of rain not to long ago. In the back of a schools parking lot the rain was up to the windows of the cars. Most peoples basements flooded.
I was going to say... yeah, here in the frozen north the rain is rather nonstop as of late. It's either been flesh-meltingly hot or raining.
More Offtopicness, I just had an Ingrown toenail ripped out by my father( It was neccisary though) I had it for a week. Im 13 I thought it was an effing cut. NExt time it hurts, go to dad IMMEDIATLY! Damn you ingrown toenails! Damn you!
TheWildHost wrote:We had a storm In north TX back not even a month ago. I swear there was a tornado outside the noise was so booming and constant. Play it safe. If it is that bad I would recomended getting off the computer.
I use a laptop, no worries. I'm safely away from everything explodable (TV, Radio, Computer) in my house, snug in my bed.
TheWildHost wrote:More Offtopicness, I just had an Ingrown toenail ripped out by my father( It was neccisary though) I had it for a week. Im 13 I thought it was an effing cut. NExt time it hurts, go to dad IMMEDIATLY! Damn you ingrown toenails! Damn you!
Speaking of pain, I was at Michigan's Adventure last summer. On the tilt-a-whirl, I popped my leg out my socket on the turn, and then snapped it back in on the next pass. Ow.
The armored jeep sped to the streets of Prague, trying to find the nearest hospital. Sven sighted when he saw a roadsign pointing him in the right direction. In the back sat vegas, heavily clenching Rachel to her chest. "Faster!" she yelled at sven, who grumbled something and pressed the gaspeddal down. Rachel coughed sending small chunks of blood over Vegas clothes. "Veg..as...Wha.." rachel tried to say, her eyes turning in their sockets. "Sssst,... Don't say anything. You need your breath." But Rachel opened her lips once more. "Vega.... Will I go there?..." Vegas knew that she was talking about the void. The truth was that she didn't knew, what that place was. Rachel coughed blood once more. "I'...m....scare..d." Vegas saw the life seeping out of Rachel. She clenched her even tighter. Foolishly hopen that she wouldn't escape her. " If you find ... Dez.." She whispered. "Ssst, whatever it is. Say it later when you're al better." Rachel grabbed Vegas head and pulled it close to heres. Here eyes burned a hole in Vega's skull. "Promise,... you'll bring him... to me." Vegas nodded, at this point she couldn't refuse her. "I.. Promise." Vegas said. Rachel released her grip and with a soft smile her body went empty. Vegas stared at the lifeless eyes of Rachel, she was gone. She felt like crying, but she had no tears left. The jeep stopped. "We're here girls." Sven said looking at them. "Lets get her..." He stopped mid sentence as he noticed the soulles body. Vegas felt her tattoo softly burning as Sven looked at her. She knew that he tried to help, but her unfound tears turned into anger. Her fist connected with Sven's head, spiralling his mind in a world of pain. "I hate you!" she screamed as she threw one blow after another onto the Djin. Sven crawled into a little ball, waiting for the storm to pass, ignoring the fist pouncing on him. "It's all your fault." Vegas yelled as her insane anger peaked. It was not only Rachel's demise; but everything that increased her anger. So much had been taken and so much had been lost. Sven frowned as he heared vegas blaming him for Colt. Was it the 'Colt'? Suddenly Vegas arm started to burn more intensly. As if the small fire had turned into a vulcano. She stopped punching at her defenseless victim. Something was inside the hospital. She opened the door, and walked towards the entrance. Vegas pulled out her two pistols, happy to find something she could realy vent her anger on.
In the car Sven recovered from his beating, he knew it wasn't meant against him. He just happened to be close. He stared at the young woman climbing the steps onto the hospital. "Colt.." He muttered. "Then you must be Vegas." he whispered. "Dear God." he cursed as he pushed his battered body out of the car. He had to make sure, she wouldn't hurt anyone innocent. Sven pulled his pistol out and followed vegas' journey into the hospital.
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OOC: Sorry for the long wait (exam time is getting hectic)
@Fitzz
Vegas will just go berserk on anything she feels is supernatural and people that fire on her. (for the hospital event )
As Isaac walked down to rom 4c he saw it was empty, the linen on the be was fresh and unused;
Feth! they have moved, that damned Bruss, must not feel safe in a hospital
"What shall we do sir?", one of the ghouls asked him,
Outside NOW! They can't have left too long ago, Come on!
All the ghouls and Isaac piled back into the lift and slammed the button for the ground floor. As soon as the doors sprang open they all rushed out, through the glass doors Isaac could see Wendy and Andy stumbling across the forecourt.
Right two of you with me the rest head to the van.
rushing outside with two ghouls at his die Isaac started to shout:
MRS BRUSS, MRS BRUSS, I need to talk to you!!!
Dez took out his Mobile, and quickly rung Carl, picking Dominic up, and putting his arm around his shoulder.
"Dez?! Is that you?!" Carl answered, a very obvious tone of anger in his voice.
"Yeah it's me, I-"
"Dez! Where the hell are you? Kes and I where getting worried!"
"There is no time to explain! Dominic has been shot, and I need to get him to the hospital! Meet me there!"
"De-" Dez hang up.
"Come on Dom, stay with me. You're gonna be alright..."
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Dez walked in through the hospital doors, Dominic still leaning on him, dropping in and out of consciousness. He saw Carl and Kes sitting down near the reception counter, and when they saw him, they rushed over to help.
"Need some help over here!" Carl shouted at whoever could hear, and in return a few nurses ran over to take Dominic off of Dez's shoulder, and Dez watched as they took him over to where he could be attended hurriedly.
Then Carl and Kes looked at Dez briefly before running over in unison to where Dominic was. Dez was about to follow them, when he heard a truck pull up just outside the hospital doors, and turned his head to look at what was happening. He saw a truck, and immediately saw the commotion in the back, and his blood suddenly turned cold.
It was Rachel. Dying. Blood on her mouth, with Vegas desperately trying to hang on to her, trying to keep her alive. Rachels eyes suddenly moved to rest on Dez's face. He smiled, as much as he could, a tear running down his cheek, and he remembered the first time he met her...
It was a cold day, snowing, and he was out for a walk with his Uncle, when he was around 14. There was commotion in the streets, riots, so they had to go through an alleyway to get to the Park quickly. He had already started training to be a Hunter. His Uncle was trying to teach him to stand the cold, to not feel it.
They walked down the alleyway, and Dez spotted something further on, against a wall. It was a girl, around his age, and he fell for her. He told his Uncle immediately, and persuaded him to take her in to their house, as his Uncle was fairly rich, and then he walked over to her.
There was a moment there that stayed with Dez for the rest of his life, where she turned her head to see who was talking to her, and for a moment, their eyes were fixed on each other, and they both smiled, and both hearts were suddenly warmed, even in the chilling cold...
She tried to smile back, but her eyes suddenly went lifeless.
She was gone.
He stood there, more tears running down his face, and he watched as Vegas started beating up the driver, and he cowered away, before she turned, and got out of the car, taking out her pistols, ad she saw him.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Dez was already walking towards her and the truck. He pulled out his Desert Eagle, and let loose a shot at her leg, and she gasped as it hit her, falling to the ground in pain, but he didn't care.
He walked onwards, seeing the driver open his mouth wide in shock, but he didn't do anything. Dez walked up to the back seat door, and used his inhumane strength for what it was worth and ripped the door off it's hinges, before throwing it in a random direction in his anger and pain.
He crawled in, his face a flood of tears now, and crept up to the body of Rachel. He looked upon her face, still beautiful as ever, and put his hand up to her face to feel her skin, which was now cold.
The driver turned around and was about to speak to Dez when he let loose and backhanded him, as he noticed his claws were now extending, and he smelt something inside the hospital. Ghouls.
Everything was falling to pieces, his life was now shattered. Anger was boiling inside of him.
He left the van, and let out a howl, as fangs started to grow rapidly, and his Wolf instincts kickeed in.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Now it is done and posted...
So it is...and it's a pretty good one as well...my only issue would be that Dez witnessing Rachels Death doesn't jibe with Silly's RP ( In that Rachel died on route to the Hospital)...but no matter....it can work...I'll "clean" everything up when I write the event intro...
... Dez stood trembling at the side of the jeep, he'd seen Vegas and a man he didn't know exit the vehicle and rush off and for an instant he'd followed...then the scent hit him..."Rachel" Dez had whispered racing over to the jeep.
As Dez had thrust his head into the interior of the vehicle, the smell of death assaulted his nostrils...there, crumpled in the rear of the vehicle was the blood slicked form of his beloved Rachel..
The young man ran a trembling hand over the woman's lifeless face...a tear slipping down his cheek..." No..god Rachel no...you cant be dead." Dez growled as sorry gave way to fury..
Sinking to his knees...Dez writhed in pain as his bones began to snap and reform...claws sprouting from his fingertips to puncture the side of the armoured jeep.
Across the lot, Andy,his arm slung tightly around his wife, walked quickly towards his vehicle, Miranda slightly behind him talking lowly with the two young Hunters,Artyom and Dmitri, whom they'd encountered inside..
From behind came the sound of rapidly closing footsteps and a voice calling out..." Mr. Bruss...Mr. Bruss...I need to speak with you.."
The group of Hunters turned as three men approached them..
" Mr. Bruss...I'm from the Network..." The lead man spoke " We've orders to get you and your Wife to safety..."
" What...?" Andy said perplexed...his guard up.
Miranda frowned...she didn't recognize these men...and she was familar with almost every active Network agent...something wasn't right here.
" We're with the Network Mr. Bruss...we're to get you and Mrs. Bruss to safety" The man repeated as one of his men signaled for a nearby van that began to slowly move in their deriction..
" Who sent you?" Andy asked, a frown creasing his features..
Before the man could reply, a shout echoed from nearby..." Andy...they're Ghouls!!"
The Hunters turned towards the source of the warning, and Andy was surprised to see Vegas and another fellow rushing towards them,their weapons drawn.
Issac instantly took advantage of the momentary distraction, smashing the butt of his pistol into Andy's face and snatching a startled Wendy from his grasp..." Kill them all!!" Issac yelled as he drug Wendy towards the now parked van from which several armed men had emerged...
The roar of weapons echoed through the parking lot as both Hunters and Ghouls dove for cover...
Varro crouched in a nearby tree line, his eyes narrowing as he watched the events unfold...the ghouls he'd tracked had made their move ambushing a bunch of Hunters..
A smile spread over Varro's face as fangs grew long and sharp in his maw..." This should be interesting." he thought as he took on the form of the beast.
Ok...everyone is in "posistion"...send in those Action PMs.
EDIT:...In case anyone is confused...Dez is by the jeep "wolfing out"...ALL of the Hunters have taken cover behind cars...Issac and most of the Ghouls are by the van.( the two Ghouls who were with Issac have jumped behind cover near the Hunters)...and Varro is wolfing out about 20 yards from the scene of the fighting.
I feel this song perfectly encapsulates the Blood Moon vibe at the moment. And that I do like it very much. As for input, me, Chowder, and an unknown third party (You know who you are ) are preparing something big and entertaining for all parts involved.
ghosty wrote:I feel this song perfectly encapsulates the Blood Moon vibe at the moment. And that I do like it very much. As for input, me, Chowder, and an unknown third party (You know who you are ) are preparing something big and entertaining for all parts involved.
This rp is sure looking up to be a good 'un.
I do believe you've just found Harlow's theme song, Ghosty, good show!
Shas, that kinda thing isn't above board in rps, you can't just injure characters. Otherwise someone, like silly for example, might say "Oh I'll shoot you with a silver nitrate bullet as well then." And next thing you know you're dead.
The smell of burning candles lingered within the air of the small chamber, there where no windows or any other light sources and the shadows lingered deeply among the alcoves that circled the central chamber. Scarlett was kneeling on the floor her arms out wide either side of her as she chanted slowly, the body of Amy lying on the floor in a large blood etched pentagram at the heart of the room. Nero stood close by, his eyes locked upon the scene playing out before him, the cross defaced, stained with the blood of some poor soul in the wrong place at the wrong time hung above Amy, chained to the ceiling, while blood dripped on to her flesh. Scarlett was softly whispering in Czech, the words pronounced exactly as if she was a native speaker, Nero was impressed she had learnt it so quickly.
He watched the runes etched into the paper of the book glowing as she chanted, repeating the same verse over and over, there was a thickness to the air, a stale dank that crept over everything, had a mortal been in the room he or she would be no doubt smothered by it. Outside he heard the storm clouds gathering, cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning crashing across the sky above, the magic spiralling up into the atmosphere. The world was unhappy with such darkness being brought forth, and he narrowed his eyes as an unnatural breeze caught the candles flame around the room.
Amy struggled as the blood dripped away from her wound, she been a Kindred barely hours and was so weak, she couldn't remember anything Scarlett had said before the embrace, all she could see was the blood stained and cracked cross hanging above her. She gasped for breath, her mind still not accepting the reality of her new 'life' and she tried to lift herself again. The chains holding her down had no give and the chink rattled in her ears as she watched the strange light forming above her.
"Mary Magdalene preserve me" she whispered, as the face of a beautiful woman appeared before her.
Nero watched as the form of woman appeared above Amy as Scarlett began the full incantation, the words hanging in the air while thunder erupted like a raging volcano above their location. A lightning bolt struck the roof with an almighty crash and shards of stone dropped near the pentagram, but Scarlett ignored everything, her voice, her mind lost to the spell. Nero stepped forward as Amy let out a horrified scream, and the spirit above merged down into the body, there was a crack in the earth below them, and pitched cry of terror that hung in the room as Amy was discarded from her own body and plunged into the spirit world, taken to oblivion. Scarlett threw her head back and screamed out the final verse, her eyes weeping tears of blood as the last syllable was dragged from her throat.
A crash from above signalled another hit and a hole tore into the chamber, a strong wind lashing in and swirling around the room extinguishing the candles and plunging the room into darkness.
Nero stepped forward, he could see the silhouette of Scarlett as she slumped backwards onto the floor with a groan, moving quickly to her side he looked down and felt the rain as it wept through the hole above, washing away the tears of blood.
"Elizabeth?" he said softly, touching her cheek.
Her eyes snapped open and she sat bolt upright with a shudder in her chest, he knelt back waiting for her to fully regain her senses, and as she turned to him he motioned to Amy lying still upon the floor beside them. Scarlett pulled herself up, and turned a crank to her left, the four manacles breaking open with a clunk as she then crawled over to her side. Shaking, her hand touched the soft face, and she stared at the open eyes, frozen as if something had bit deep into the soul. As she watched she could see the iris spinning, merging with varying colours, Amy's blues eyes fading under the swirl of energy, refocusing, turning darker. The eyes solidified and focused on Scarlett with a look of alarm, emerald green eyes focused, bright and true.
"Olivia?" she said weakly, uncertain if all her risks, all her favours lost had been worth it.
Amy's hand lifted slowly, and ran the fingernails across Scarlett's neck, up to the ear and caressed around the lobe, just as Olivia had done so many times in the past, Scarlett's favourite spot.
"My dear Elizabeth." Olivia whispered.
Nero watched the two of them embrace softly, and smiled darkly.
OOC - apologies for a slight delay of the past few days, been doing a mad bit of sorting round the house and barely been online. Have one more post to write up FITZZ, and then will respond to your post a couple of pages back and will be 'in the room' so to speak.
Ok guys...all my event action PMs are in so I'll be doing combats/write ups soon.
I'll state now that I have a lot of PM'd actions to work into the event, and some are very diverse from others, I'm going to attempt to stay as close to each of your selected actions as I can...but I hope everyone understands that some things may be edited out/altered for stories sake.
... The roar of small arms fire filled the lot as both Hunter and Ghoul dove for cover behind lines of parked cars.
" Hold them here!!" Issac bellowed at his minions as he cruelly twisted his hand into Wendy's hair, dragging the thrashing woman nearer to the ideling van...
" Get your fething hands off me!!" Wendy screamed, bringing her foot down on Issac's instep causing the man to wince in pain.
" I believe it's time to teach you some manners" Issac spat swinging his pistol in a hard arc connecting with Wendy's skull...
" Bastard!!" Andy screamed as he watched his wife crumple at her assiallents feet...raising his weapon he sighted on the man and fired, the bullet striking Issac in the shoulder and pitching him back into the van,
firing a salvo of shots, Andy rushed from cover attempting to reach his fallen wife as Miranda unleashed a hail of bullets into a group of advancing ghouls in hopes of providing Bruss with some support..
with a scream of pain a single ghoul fell under her assault ...blood streaming from a vicious hole in his chest.
Seeing Bruss charge, Artyom and Dmitri opened fire as well, the reports of their pistols echoing through the lot...each crouched in combat stance...carefully sighting on several Ghouls who were returning Miranda's fire...
The brothers smiled as they watched two of the attackers tumble onto the tarmac each pouring blood from a series of well placed shots...
" Keep pouring it into them!!" Artyom shouted to his brother " Give that guy Bruss covering fire!!"
" No sweat bro" Dmitri yelled raising his pistol to fire.." We got them on.."...the Hunters words were cut of as a bullet punched through his chest.
Vegas ducked behind a battered old truck as a ghoul opened fire on her and Sven...the rounds blasting into the side of the vehicle...
" Cover me!!" Sven said rising from behind the truck, Vegas sneered at the Djinn..." I know my business" she muttered as she leaned over the vehicles hood and opened fire in the direction of the hidden ghoul...
Sven closed his eyes and spoke rapidly in ancient tounge...a bolt of raw energy leaping from his outstreached hand...
from behind the car that he'd taken cover, the ghoul shrieked as his body was engulfed in a searing light...flame erupting from every orifice, the screaming man stumbled from cover...flailing wildly as the fire consumed him.
Another roar of gunfire ripped over the truck and Sven and Vegas again ducked for cover...
" Damn it they're all over the place!!" Vegas yelled.
Issac clambered to his feet, the wound in his shoulder throbbing, he quickly grasped Wendy bt the arm and drug her into the van a hail of bullets cutting the air around him...
" Go!!" he shouted at the driver who simply stared straight ahead...his mouth open..
Issac turned, following the drivers gaze...a huge Wolf stood at the front of the van.
" What the.." Issac exclaimed as the beast bent and grasp the bumper of the vehicle...a snarl of hate rising from it's lips.
" What the hell's going on out here!?" Carl shouted as he and Kes rushed from the Hospital entrance...quickly diving behind a nearby car as bullets kicked up debris at their feet..
The two had inadvertantly stumbled into a war...
" Where's Dez!?..where's Dom!?" Kes shouted as rounds whipped through the air around her...
" I don't know!!" Carl replied " But we have to find them and get the hell out of here..!"
Kes stared off into the lot...she now knew where Dez was..." Oh my God." she muttered .
From out of the gloom Dez charged into the fray...his powerful muscles driving his wolfish form forward into a group of hidden ghouls...
with an ear shattering roar...the beast that Dez had become lashed out with his razor sharp claws...spilling the guts of a surprised ghoul and ripping the head from another in a spray of gore.
Vegas glared from behind the truck...her eyes narrowing..." Dez" she whispered as she quickly pushed two silver slugs into her shotgun and brought the weapon to bere on the maruding wolf..
" What are you doing?" Sven asked curiously..." The Beast is aiding us isn't it?"
Vegas simply shook her head " I'm doing what I should have done six months ago" she hissed as she pulled the triggers..
" This is insane.." Thought Issac as he slapped a magazine filled with silver bullets into his weapon " Where the feth did these damned wolves come from?...why are they here?"
He pitched to the side as the wolf in front of the van began to turn the vehicle on it's side...
" Drive!!" Issac shouted " Drive over the damn thing!!"
The ghoul behind the wheel pushed the accelarator to the floor...but it was to late..with a squeal of tortured metal the van capsized onto it's side tossing Issac into the rear of the vehicle..
Shaking his head, Issac glanced around quickly...he had to get out of here ..somehow.
The vehicles front windshield exploded as the giant wolf smashed through into the front of the van...his claws tearing into the screaming driver.
"Feth this!!" Issac shouted grabbing the still unconsious Wendy and kicking the vans side door open...
From behind he heard the wolf snarl as it tried to reach him..
Snapping a quick glance over his shoulder, Issac lifted his pistol and fired at the nearing beast, smiling with satisfaction as a silver round punched a hole in the wolf causing it to yelp out in pain...
" Wendy!!" Andy screamed as he watched the van flip over ..." Oh feth..Wendy!!"
" Bruss get the hell down!!" Miranda shouted as a ghoul popped up from behind a car, his weapon pointed straight at Andy.
Before Miranda cold bring her gun to up...a single report sounded from behind her...the round taking most of the ghouls head completely off...
Miranda turned , behind her stood Artyom..a smoking pistol gripped in his hands...a single tear in his eye.." They killed my brother" the young Hunter said softly.
Andy raised his pistol and fired as the man who'd taken Wendy emerged from within the overturned van, he saw that he still grasp his wife tightly around the waist dragging her along through the lot...
" Mother fether!! turn her loose!!" Andy roared trying to get a clear shot at the fleeing man...
suddenly a car car screached into the lot...a figure leaning out of the passenger seat...rifle in hand..
" Pontius says hello Andy!!" a voice shouted as the rifle cracked..
Andy was thrown back as the round smashed into his arm...
" Come on!!" the figure yelled at Issac throwing the door open and stepping out of the vehicle so Issac could drag Wendy inside..
Miranda gasp...shock washing over her...it was Smalls.
" Traitorous Bastard!!" the woman screamed firing at the man...but it was no use...she struck one of the fleeing ghouls as he attempted to dive in the car...but the Smalls laughed and jumped inside..
a moment later the car sped of into the night.
" NO!!" Andy shouted attempting to stand as Miranda and Artyom rushed to his aid.
The Beast that was Dez roared in pain as the silver slugs bit into him...his eyes turned locking on Vegas as she reloaded and aimed again..
" NO!!" yelled Carl knocking the shotgun upwards as Vegas fired...
Vegas whirled on the man..." Are you fething insane!!" she shouted...
" Dez wait!!" Kes shouted as the big wolf turned and sprinted into the night...
" You know him!!" Vegas spat at the woman...
" Of course we do.." Carl said.." We were Hunters too...before.."
Vegas turned...furious.." Get the hell away from me " she said rushing to were Andy lay..
Issac took one wound,bullet in the shoulder.
7 of his 10 ghouls killed, 1 wounded in the lot...still there, 2 managed to escape with him and Smalls...and of course he took Wendy.
Varro took one wound and retreated...is healing in the woods nearby.
Artyom took no wounds
Dmitri was killed.
Andy got shot in the arm
Miranda took no wounds.
Dez took a wound and retreated...he's probably going to be very pissed at Vegas.
Dominic died from his wounds.
Carl and Kes were unharmed.
Vegas took no wounds...and is highly pissed.
Sven took no wounds and Bar-BQ'ed a ghoul.
FITZZ wrote: Dez took a wound and retreated...he's probably going to be very pissed at Vegas.
Hehehehe
Nice event Fitzz, even got us someone to torture
Thanks Silly...glad you enjoyed it.
I have to be honest though...the "wounded" ghoul that was left in the lot (the last one that Miranda shot) actually didn't survive the dice rolls...but..I opted to excercise a little " Creative shenanigans "and decided he's just "badly wounded"...this gives you Hunters someone to kick around (as you said) and "get info" from.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Thanks fitzz, I see you finished that at about 4.30 right? thats late, hope the wife doesn't kill you
..Yes, I fell asleep early last night before I could do the event write up...so...when I woke up..around 3:30 AM..I decided "What the hell...better do it now".
The Missus woke up around 5:00 AM...looked at me typing...shook her head and laughed a bit before rolling back over and going back to sleep.
Your a Douchnugget, sluttbucket, asswipe. Im kidding(Mostly) so can we get new people are am I all alone now...maybe I go back to russia and get other peeps?
TheWildHost wrote:Your a Douchnugget, sluttbucket, asswipe. Im kidding(Mostly) so can we get new people are am I all alone now...maybe I go back to russia and get other peeps?
Sure...go back to Russia and get them...Natasha has a lot of hungry wolves to feed.
ghosty wrote:Can I go to Russia before him? Afterall, I do know where his family live.
...You remember the conversation we had prior to the RP starting about you being able to eat anyone you wanted so long as you produced those fantastic RP's right?..
...Bon Apatite ...
Artyom skipped sleeping that night. He was too busy driving home to spread the bad news. He skipped dinner and breakfast until he got home." Father!Father come here!" Artyom yelled as he got into the house. "What, what is it? Wait, where is dimiti" the father asked seeing artyoms face." No, no! How could you let that happen!" He yelled. During lunch Artyoms father explained how 2(Now 3) of artyoms brothers were dead." Father, the infestation is horrible, let me, persat, and gavin go" he pleaded. " Fine, I will send them when they get back. They will have supplies." He said and Artyom was glad. Very happy, But something was off. He couldn't tell what. Just a bad feeling."Spend the night it will do you good" He said seeing his sons stress" Your brothers will be back, you can all go together" He said solemnly.
Now see...what if ghosty was simply laying out a clever rouse to split the Hunters up ?...you've now left your fellow Hunters a man weaker in their most desperate hours.
Vegas, you started this, so I will make sure your head is removed and feasted upon by an angry pack of wolves...
... just kidding, it ain't in Dez's character...
... and for your information, Carl and Kes will stick around for a moment to speak to Vegas and co. (but they will attack if pvoked, or at least retreat or whatever), but if something goes wrong or whatever they will most probably go for Dez...
Varro laid down in the woods licking his wounds from the last fight as his flesh slowly regenerated. Suddenly through the tree lines he heard a howl of sorrow coming from nearby. He knew he saw another werewolf in the fight earlier killing ghouls, apparently, they had the same agenda. He had also been wounded in the fight. It appeared they were both being hunted. Varro crept through the tree line to see Dez strewn out on the grown weeping to himself. He must have just had a great loss. It dawned on Varro that the wolf will either join him, or retaliate in violence against his foreign presence. Varro approached the wolf slowly with his guard up slowly circling Dez "It appears we both need allies if either of us are going to survive. My name is Varro. Who are you?"
... Lukos located Natasha seated by herself in the chambers bellow the mansion...he'd paused in his search for her to quickly take an incoming call, apparently there had been a bit of a ruckus at Mercy Hospital involving a group of Hunters , a bunch of Ghouls and two Lycans...Lukos had wondered if either of the wolves had been the ones they now sought and dispatched a group of trackers to scout the area surrounding the Hospital.
Now, speaking with Natasha , Lukos informed her of the situation as well as telling her what he discovered about Varro's presence...
" Amanda.." Natasha said, rolling her eyes slightly..." Why would some wolf who's family was slaughtered by Amanda back in America over a hundred years ago be here now?"
" I asked myself the same question." Lukos said with a small grin..." But you know Amanda...I'm sure she was somehow still...bothering him." Lukos shrugged " She did have her followers...as did Musatie...maybe they had been tormenting Varro...even to this day."
Natasha sighed " I wouldn't put such petty actions past her...either of them actually...at times I wish I'd killed them both sooner...short sighted fools,,,both of them."
Lukos nodded..." So what of Varro?"
" What of him?...surely he must be aware of Amanda's death...there must be another reason that he's here." The Queen said rising from her chair..
" Perhaps." Lukos agreed .
" If our trackers locate him....have them relay the events of Amanda's death to him..." Natasha said slowly..." If that's his business in Prague...it's finished...and he may return to America or...seek an audiance here."
" And if he fights...or has...other motives for being here?" Lukos asked...
Natasha smiled " Then destroy him..."
Lukos nodded.
" Is there any word on locating O Brian?" Natasha said softly gazing at Lukos..
" None as of yet my Queen" he replied
" Musater..." Natasha hissed " If he fails me..." Natasha smiled showing her fangs..her eyes gleaming with murderous light.
Lukos smiled and nodded again..." I understand my Queen"
"feth, feth, feth, feth!" Andy screamed as he pounded his fist into the parking lot's asphalt. He began to scramble in the direction of their car, "Let's go we gott get her!" he continued to shout in anger, he ignored the strangers as he focused on the sounds of the speeding vehicle. He was the center of attention at the moment.
"Andy! Your arm." Miranda rushed over to him.
"feth my arm, let's go." Andy grabbed his arm and felt warm blood trickling from it.
"We don't know where they went." Miranda grabbed Andy and began to tie his arm with bandages from a first aid kit she carried. "Its some damage and you don't want to get hit there again, but its not going to kill you."
"Where did they go?" Andy looked around in frustration, "Where the hell are they?"
"We... don't...know!" Miranda began to shake Andy.
A groan came from the parking lot as the ghoul tried to crawl away, Andy's eyes focused on the prone figure and he stormed towards him.
"Oh no you don't buddy." Andy stomped on the man's lower back and grabbed him by his hair with his good hand and lifted it up. "You and me, we have a date." Andy smiled as he stared into the ghoul's face. "Miranda, we're going to a safehouse." he didn't stop looking the ghoul in the eyes. ..........
"Where did they take her?" Andy asked.
"I'm not telling you anything donkey-cave." the ghoul spat back.
"Well then," Andy chuckled to himself and pulled a metallic object off of a shelf, "looks like I'm going to have to pry it out of you." Andy let the light shine on the object, a solid metal wrecking bar.
"I won't tell you anything!" the ghoul said defiantly.
"You know the body has 206 bones in it." Andy stroked the bar, "103 on each side. The lower leg has two, the fibula" he rubbed the back of the man's leg with the head of the wrecking bar, "and the tibia." Andy rubbed the bar on the man's shin before lifting it into the air and brought it crashing down on the man's shin.
The ghoul howled in pain and the spot began to swell as Andy lifted the bar again and continued to smash it into the ghoul's shin until a crack signaled a break. Andy smiled as he began to do the same to the other shin, blood began to come from torn skin on the outside of the wound.
The ghouls whimpered and tears came from his eye, but no information. Andy lifted the ghoul's chin with the crowbar, "Personally," Andy smiled nicely, "I find the kneecaps much easier to break, wanna see?"
"feth... y-you." the ghouls replied through whimpers.
"You just had to ask nicely." Andy lifted the wrecking bar up and turned it so the handle faced the man's knee. He brought it down and blood shot from the knee as the head pierced the skin and located itself behind the kneecap. Andy tugged and felt it grip into the tendon, "Want to see something neat?" Andy said as he counted "3, 2, 1!" he shouted as he ripped the man's kneecap free from its hold and pulled it from behind the ghoul's skin. The ghoul jerked as he stared at the little bone hanging from pinkish fibre. Andy moved over to the other knee and did the same, the ghoul could only squeek in pain as he breathed in and out heavily.
"Still don't want to talk?" Andy asked politely, the bloody wrecking bar rested on his shoulder.
The ghoul shook his head, unable to force himself to speak.
"Enough about bones, let's do some body work." Andy lifted the wrecking bar and brought the flattened part into the ghoul's stomach, blood forced its way into the ghoul's mouth as Andy repeatedly beat the man with the wrecking bar.
"Please!" the ghoul managed to squeel, "Please, stop!"
"Had enough?" Andy stopped the wrecking bar mid-strike, "Ready to talk."
The ghoul nodded.
"Who do you work for?" Andy asked the crying ghoul, he breathed heavily as he took a break from dismantling the ghoul.
"Suze, Suzie." drool and blood dripped from the man's jaw.
"What about Pontius?" Andy was happy with the way it was going so far.
"Who the hell is Pontius?" the ghoul was still crying, he was a mess.
"Never mind. Where did you take her?"
"I think back to the safe, safe house. It's a b-bar near ou-outer Prague." The ghoul's answer didn't fully answer Andy's question.
"What's it called?"
"T-the Rack." the ghoul spat pinkish fluid from his mouth, "Please stop, I don't know any-anything else."
"I'm going to stop, but you're going to leave a message for your friends." Andy held the ghoul's head and looked directly into his eyes.
"I'll tell them, I-I promise!"
"Who said that you're going to tell them anything." a smile creapt along Andy's face as he pulled out a dagger from behind his back, the light flashed off of it as Andy positioned it above the back of the ghoul's neck.
The ghoul screamed as Andy forced the ghoul face first into the floor, he carved the knife along the ghoul's spine, blood poured from the long cut as he stopped at the man's lumbars. The ghoul gasped in pain, the floor below his mouth was soaked.
Andy looked at the cut and pulled the skin to the side in order to expose the spine and ribs before using the wrecking bar to crack the ribs connected to the spine. Andu reached into the ghoul's chest and pulled out each lung, the fibrous tissue that hel it in place gave way easily to the pulls and soon both lungs sat on the ghoul's back in display.
Andy stood up and smiled at his handiwork, it would be one hell of a message. Andy walked into the adjacent room where Miranda and Vegas looked in shock at the bloody figure of Andy with a smile stretched across his face.
"I know where she is." Andy said as he tried in vain to wipe the blood from his right hand on his pants.
"Pack your things, let's go." Andy grabbed his sword and other gear before walking towards the door.
"Your arm is shot to hell." Miranda protested, "I understant that you want to save her Bruss, but its not realistic."
"Miranda, I don't care if its realistic or not. That gak eater Smalls deserves a bit of the Andy special and that Suzie is going to eat her own entrails by the time I'm done with her." Andy said angrily.
"What if its a trap?" Miranda asked, "You're not 100% capable with your wound."
"Like I said before, feth my arm, let's go." Andy replied.
"Vegas, are you going to say something?" Miranda appealed to the other huntress.
"Listen Miranda," Andy pointed his finger in her face, "Wendy is carrying my child and I plan on that kid having a birthday once a year for many years. I'm going to go even if it is a trap."
"And then you'll be dead and whatever happens to her afterwards you can't stop." Miranda continued to plea.
"I'll stop them before anything happens." Andy opened the door and hurried over to the blue jaguar, tossing his sword in the back seat. He saw a rectangle of light break upon the hood of the car as Miranda came out.
"Okay, we'll go but if it gets to be too much we leave." Miranda said sternly.
"If it gets to be too much you can leave." Andy got in and buckled up in the passenger seat after Miranda stopped him from getting into the driver's seat.
"Look it up in the GPS and we'll see if Vegas wants to tag along." Miranda said as Andy fumbled with the TomTom and put the name of the bar in the search menu.
halonachos wrote:Is it Colt? Or how about Richard? Was it Colonel Mustard with telekinesis in the office?
Mr. Green with the revolver in the library?...don't worry, all will be made known...and I'm pretty sure you won't like it.
I didn't like Andy being shot in the arm either, but I guess I'll deal with it... wait a second. It was Katz! Katz killed Katz in his office because it turns out that there are two identical Katz, one of them was the hunter connection in CBS and the other was a vampire connection who lived on Broadway for some time before he was evicted by new tenants!
halonachos wrote:Is it Colt? Or how about Richard? Was it Colonel Mustard with telekinesis in the office?
Mr. Green with the revolver in the library?...don't worry, all will be made known...and I'm pretty sure you won't like it.
I didn't like Andy being shot in the arm either, but I guess I'll deal with it... wait a second. It was Katz! Katz killed Katz in his office because it turns out that there are two identical Katz, one of them was the hunter connection in CBS and the other was a vampire connection who lived on Broadway for some time before he was evicted by new tenants!
...That just seems like a really bad idea to me.... 
Note to self, do NOT piss off Andy 
