WARORK93 wrote:And what was your plan? To walk up to Natasha's house and ask the guards to bring her out so you could have your way with her? At least I'm trying...
...Jokers eyed the armored vehicle intently, his hand clasping onto a sachel charge slung over his shoulder as he motioned the others to get low...
" Down..Down!!" the Hunter said...unsure of the intentions of the new arrivals...
" We should just get out of here while we still can" Andy muttered " Isn't that right Vegas..?" he paused..." Yes..yes I know.." he replied to himself..
Joker glanced at Andy, his eyebrow slightly arched..." Tell Vegas everything is going to be fine." He said shaking his head, seriously concerned about Bruss' sanity now..
" Rook...Bishop" Joker said turning to the others..." Keep your sights on that fething piece of Gak wolf Dez...and keep watch for those Purifiers as well.."
" You bastards.." Carl sobbed under his breath, his hand falling to the butt of his pistol...trembling..a rage building in him as he held his gasping Son..
" Kill them...just kill them.." he thought to himself.." Oh my god..Dez what have I lead you into?..."
Carl shook his head..no..he couldn't risk drawing his weapon....he could barley stand himself...all he would succeed in doing now would be to get himself and Dez killed...
His eyes moved from his son to the Hunters..." You will pay for this.." he vowed as he strugled to move Dez to safety..
" Lower your weapons" an amplified voice came from inside the armored transport, the barrel of the .50 caliber swiveling towards Joker and the others..
Joker laughed, long and hard, holding the canvas bag in front of him.." You see this...C-4...want to bet I can't get it under your ride and blow you all to hell before you kill me!!?" he shouted
The side door of the vehicle swung open, the sound of yelling coming from within...a moment later Harlow leaped out...his hands raised..
" God damn it!!" the wolf bellowed " Everyone just stand the feth down!!"...
Rook's weapon swung to bear on the shouting wolf...for a moment Harlow thought he was dead...
" Tell your buddies in there to get their guns the feth off of us!" Joker said lowering the explosive charge..
Harlow turned towards the vehicle " Stand the feth down!!" he yelled again...
after a tense few seconds, the barrel of the .50 caliber raised upwards...turning from Joker and the others..
" Now...let's just calmly figure things out.." Harlow said with a sigh...
" Your injuries My Lord" Ramirez said through gritted teeth as he attempted to stem the blood flowing from Marilus leg.." We must retreat..."
" No.." Marilus hissed as he wrapped a torniquet around the gash " We stand now...if it is our destiny to fall here...we fall cleansing these hell spawn...have courage my old friend...and faith."
Ramirez was silent for a moment, then nodded..his voice a whisper..." I shall cleanse...I shall purify...I shall die at your side My Lord.."
Marikus smiled " This day my friend...we shall enter paradise.." The Lord Purifier cocked the hammers on his weapons...a prayer on his lips..." Now Brother...we strike.."
The lot exploded with the roar of gunfire as the two Purifiers charged from their hiding place...each howling curse at the assembled group..
" Be cleansed filthy as though art!!!" Ramirez roared as he fired repeatedly towards his targets...
" Son of a B.." Bishop shouted as a round struck him dropping him to the tarmac...
" Down god damn it!!" Andy shouted firing wildly towards the screaming zealots...
Harlow grunted as a scorching silver round struck him in the mid section and knocked him back onto the concrete ...his hand drawing his revolver as he landed...
" Zealots!! Fanatics!!" Bjorn yelled as he unleashed a cascading bolt of energy...which lifted Ramirez from the ground and tossed him several yards back..
" Witch!! Deamons...I shall send you to hell!!" Roared Marilus...his weapons blazing...
" Damnit!!" Joker hissed as he felt a round punch through his leg...throwing his aim off...his returned fire striking Marilus in the arm..
The Lord Purifier screamed defiantly..." I am the hand of God!!..The righteous vengence of the Lord!!...Your end is upon you!!!"
Again from the rooftop a rifle barked, stopping the Purifier in his tracks..blood seeping from his chest...
" You will all burn...hell awaits you!!" Marilus gasped..staggering and attempting to raise his weapons...
" You to Buddy" Musater said from inside the transport...swinging the big .50 cal to bear on the wounded zealot...
With an ear shattering roar, the heavy machine gun lit up the night...it's powerful rounds ripping the Lord Purifier to pieces..
" My Lord!!" Ramirez screamed, staggering to his feet.." Damn you!!..Damn you all!!"..
Musater attempted to readjust his aim as rounds plinked off the vehicles armored hide..
" Take that crazy fether down!!" Joker shouted as he and Harlow both opened fire...sending Ramirez stumbling backwards..
Another searing bolt struck the Purifier as Bjorn targeted him once again...this time, the body of the bellowing man was engulfed in flame..
" Father!!!...I Join Thee!!" Ramirez roared..
The besiged group watched, almost in shock as the flaming man rushed across the lot and dove into the nearby river...
" Holy Hell.." Rook said..running to the edge of the tarmac and searching the murky water.." I don't see him...he's gone.."
Joker turned towards the direction of Carl and Dez..." Time to finish this.." he said cocking his pistol..
A bullet kicked up debris at his feet and he spun towards the direction of the weapons fire...it had come from the rooftops..
" Everyone just stay where you are" came a voice from above...
The combined Hunters and wolves watched as a figure in black repelled down the side of the nearby building and slowly moved towards them, rifle at the ready..
" Who the feth do you think you are man..?" Joker said, anger rising in his voice..
The figure reached up and pulled it's tactical mask down.." I know exactly who I am...and obviously I'm no man" the figure said sarcasticly...
Andy began to tremble as Jokers mouth fell open..." Wendy?" Andy stammered...before falling to one knee..
@ Warork...If by "round three" you mean a third Blood Moon..I'm laying the groundwork for it even now...
Actually, was talking about the event...or are you just going to do a write up for Wendy and then let us go at it?
Speaking of the event I thought I RPed Harlow wearing body armor...-shrugs- must have been a pretty high powered slug he got hit with...oh well, he's been hit worse...
Well, that went much better than planned. Musater's shooting actually killed someone! (The fact that he had a 50 Caliber Machine gun may have helped a bit)
Yes, I figured I'd do a quick "Wendy write up" and then hand the RP back to you guys...so you can all decide on what actions you take next...
I didn't want to force anything as Dez may not feel like jumping in a vehicle with Joker...
@ Chowder...Wendy is Andy's wife...his dead wife...
Have faith Chowder...have faith...what seems crazy now will all make sense eventually ...
EDIT: Here's a hint...Wendy died a Vampire inside of the crooked house...and the crooked house is much more than just a simple dwelling for ghouls and vampires...much.much more...
... " It...it can't be you.." Andy said his voice cracking..tears spilling down his cheeks..." I..I saw you die..I saw...Ahh my God..my god I've gone mad..I've gone mad.."
Wendy shoved a still startled Joker aside and knelt by her Husbands side..." Your not insane...Andy..Andy look at me..look at me...Your not crazy..it's me"
" H.H.How..?" Andy stammered..." I I don't believe it..I"
" ANdy!!.." Wendy said sternly..." It's me Babe...look...you remember the day we were married...on route to the airport...I told you I was pregnant...how happy you were?"
Andy nodded " Yyyes.." he said, still shaking..
" Remember how I didn't want to fly...and how we laughed about my Mom"...Wendy said, tears forming in her eyes..." Please babe...it's me..it's me.."
Andy fell sobbing into the woman's arms...
" Um..No offence.." Joker said..." But...I saw you blasted...turned to dust...how the feth are you here?"
Wendy turned glancing up at the Hunter...she shook her head..." I'm not fully sure myself...I...I remember being under Pontius control...being ...changed" the woman shuddered.." I remember ..being that thing...coming for Andy" she stroked her husbands hair..." I remember a bright searing light...then nothing...until I woke up laying on the floor..."
" And you were human again?" Joker asked..
Wendy nodded " Not just Human again...but...I knew things...I knew Andy had been turned...I knew where you would be...don't ask me how...I ..I just did.." the woman sighed " I snuck through the house...grabbed some gear...and ran for it...the Vampires didn't see me at all...didn't seem to know I was even there...but.."
" But?" Joker asked..
" But..they're planning something big...it looked like they were getting ready for...war." Wendy said..
" What?" Joker said
Wendy nodded..." lots of them...massing..."
" Feth me" Joker muttered..
Just when I thought this RP couldn't get any more epic...
I'm very interested to see how Wendy lived...and became human again...writing something now...
BIC: Harlow staggered to his feet and holstered his pistol in one quick motion. He saw that Andy had been reunited with...someone...he listened for a moment. So it was true...his wife had somehow lived, well good for him. Harlow coughed and spat a wad of bloody spittle onto the ground, he looked down and uncover his wound with his hand. The bullet had passed right through the armor, leaving a ragged hole, it had gone all the way through. Harlow shook his head, he was either the unluckiest or the luckiest son of a bitch he'd ever known; shot at for a hundred plus years and still kicking.
The hunters didn't notice Harlow getting back on his feet, they were too busy either looking at the reunited couple, asking questions, or helping one of their number that looked like he had been hit at least once. That reminded Harlow...he looked back towards the truck to see Holly jogging towards him. He felt dizzy, almost lost his balance, threatened to pitch over, but as he was about to fall Holly grabbed him and supported him over her shoulders.
"You alright?" She asked
"Seen better...but I'm fine." He grunted, a bit of blood coming down his chin from where he coughed, he wiped it away and with Holly's help, he staggered back to the truck and grabbed his carbine, his eyes set on the downed wolves on the other side of the lot, one was cradling another who looked like he might be dead. Harlow grunted again, heading off in that direction.
"What are you---" Holly began.
"Stay here." Harlow said simply, as he took a step forwards, determined not to show weakness, he heard Musater from the truck.
"Nice job, cowboy, maybe you can save us all the trouble and die next time!" He shouted indignantly. Harlow turned halfway, his face set in frustration.
"Maybe you would have rather me let him blow you two feth wipes sky high?!" He shouted back. There was no answer this time. "That's what I thought." Harlow said to himself.
He held his side painfully and limped over to where Carl was holding Dez. The kid was in bad shape, looked like he had been blown to hell, Harlow had seen combat injuries that looked better. He crouched next to Carl and winced.
"Damn, how'd this happen?" Harlow asked. In return, Carl pointed to the warehouse where the explosion had come from. Harlow had been wondering about that.
"He tried to help them..." Carl said, his voice full of sadness. "He tried to help them and they did this to him in return..." He repeated, holding his son, at his last words, his voice turned hateful, icy. Harlow watched the man grip his pistol.
"I'll kill them all..." Carl muttered as he held his son, his face contorted into a rage filled, eyes blazing look that Harlow knew could only come from a beast. He firmly grabbed Carl's wrist, snapping him out of his motions and making him look up at Harlow who was shaking his head.
"Trust me, that's not the road you want to go down." He said fatefully. "I've been down it before..." He looked down at Dez and recognized him then he looked back up at Carl. "You must be his dad...me and your son met not too long ago, we didn't talk much but he said enough about you for me to know one thing."
"What's that?" Carl asked, looking down at his son, who was unconscious but breathing.
"He told me of a man, not a wolf." Harlow said, looking at Carl, who looked back up at him.
"Who are you?" The man asked.
"A friend...now let me help you." Harlow said as they moved Dez towards the back of the truck. holly saw them and looked at the injured Dez.
"Feth! Is he alive?"
"Barely..." Harlow admitted. "See if you four can't help him." He said and picked up his carbine again, moving back towards the hunters. Holly looked back at Dez and then looked back into the truck at the waiting Musater and Longar.
"Either of you two know how to remove rebar from a shoulder?" She asked.
Harlow trudged over towards the hunters who were still talking, he stopped about halfway between the group and the armored truck at his back. He stood where the hunters could see him plainly in the light of the lampposts and the flames of the burning warehouse behind him. The Hunters finally noticed him and some of them turned to adress him with their weapons brandished. One stepped out from next to Andy and spoke loudly.
"Who are you and why are you here?" He asked.
"Nobody important..." Harlow said in his best casual voice. "Just came to take out the trash." He immediately found guns pointed at him, he didn't flinch.
"Gak man, can't you take a joke?" He asked with a lop sided smile.
"You've got till whenever the feth I decide to pull this trigger to answer me." The man replied, his weapon pointed at Harlow.
"An animal that wishes it was a man." Harlow said truthfully. "Name's Harlow, I've got a proposition for you lot." He said, seemingly unphased by the number of weapons pointed at him. Harlow looked around, his eyes finding the reunited Andy and Wendy.
"That is unless I'm not interrupting a Kodak moment here?" He said mockingly.
Just when I thought this RP couldn't get any more epic...
I'm very interested to see how Wendy lived...and became human again...writing something now...
Happy to hear you enjoyed it...
And don't worry man, as I said...all will be revealed...
Oh, BTW...Wendy gathered up Andy's gear at the other warehouse...so he now has the Wrath of Ra once again...
Just when I thought this RP couldn't get any more epic...
I'm very interested to see how Wendy lived...and became human again...writing something now...
Happy to hear you enjoyed it...
And don't worry man, as I said...all will be revealed...
Oh, BTW...Wendy gathered up Andy's gear at the other warehouse...so he now has the Wrath of Ra once again...
Joker stood there just watching the reunited couple. It had dawned on him that this was the first time he had seen Wendy, the real Wendy not some possessed thrall. He saw how sincere the love between the two were and finally realized that the two would and have gone through hell for each other. "What is this proposition of yours Harlow is it?" Joker asked
"Yes, Harlow is my name. As for my offer I need help. I'm sure you know of Natasha? Queen of the Lycans."
"Yeah I've heard word of her since I arrived here. I'm not sure if I have seen much of her though." Joker replied
"She is a manipulative crazed she wolf who is obsessed with the Lycan race and their dominance over Vampires and Humans alike. She tracks down the pure bloods for some insane prophecy of hers. She needs to be brought down or many will die. She has some plot to take over the world. My proposition is to gather some allies to put a stop to her plans, before it's too late. We will have an opportunity soon to take her down and another won't come for a long time. If we don't take advantage of it who knows what will happen." Harlow finished.
"So some crazy she wolf Hitler plans on fulfilling a prophecy to implement a master race of werewolves? Bjorn asked
"Basically, but with the past events does it really seem that far fetched?"
"No, I guess it doesn't. As for right now I have no idea what anyone else will do but I'm not doing anything until the miserable dog is put down." Joker stated gesturing over at Dez.
(Sorry, not my best work I'm really tired right now.)
Ah. I am back from taking my dog to the vet...I also had the best dream ever last night. The entire narrative storyline of this RPG played out in my head as I slept...it was great. You should make a film out of it.
That is a lot of twists and turns that happened while I was gone jeeze.
ineptus astartes wrote:Ah. I am back from taking my dog to the vet...I also had the best dream ever last night. The entire narrative storyline of this RPG played out in my head as I slept...it was great. You should make a film out of it.
That is a lot of twists and turns that happened while I was gone jeeze.
I'm really stoked that so many of you think this RP would make a good movie(s)...
..Oh about the twist and turns...you ain't seen nothing yet.
You know, in reflection I wasn't that far off when I said god had sent someone from heaven to kill the purifier. Dammit I'm determined to prove that prayer worked.
darksage wrote:Ps. this threat is now double the length of the other blood moon.
...Yeah, This storyline has been much more ...complex than the first installment ...which actually makes me wonder if part III ( which promises to be even more in depth than this one) will reach some ridiculous level in length...
OOC: Yes, it would make a good movie and I would pay a lot to see it made into one...
BIC: Harlow didn't need a translator for him to know that Joker was indicating Dez. He could see the intent in his eyes, smell the hate towards the wolf. He looked back at the pitiful sight, the absolutely broken form of Dez. Harlow actually pondered letting the hunter kill him, he was almost dead anyway, and would probably die if they couldn't get him some help. But in that moment, he knew he couldn't let Joker kill the man, it just wouldn't be right. Harlow turned back towards the hunter who was prepping a weapon and took a step towards Dez.
Harlow's next move was forceful and fluid. He set the carbine down, butt first, its muzzle resting against a crate next to him. His next move was fast, it spoke of a lifetime of practice with the weapons he was using. Both of his hands went to the holsters at his hips and pulled the nickel plated pistols from them, he pointed them at Joker, the other hunters were just a half a second slower, but Harlow didn't fire, or notice how he was a second away from death. Joker stopped and looked at Harlow almost incredulously...
"Not so damned fast..." Harlow said through clenched teeth. "He's with me now, that means you want him, you go through me first..." Harlow growled. Joker scowled at him.
"What the feth is he to you? He's just a damned wolf." He protested.
"Nothing, that gak over there, bleeding to death means absolutely feth all to me..." Harlow began fiercely. " But he's hurt and he's not even conscious, what the hell is such a pathetic piece of work to you?"
"He killed a friend of mine..." Joker hissed.
"Oh really?" Harlow shot back, not backing down. "From what I heard he stuck his neck out for you to take care of those fething crazies...from what I heard, you gave him a good shiving when he wasn't looking. I'd shoot you where you stand right now if it weren't for the fact that there's a bigger wolf to skin and she's got an army of sycophantic lycans at her beck and call. And if I've heard correctly, there's an equal or greater army of vampires about to unleash all sorts of hell on the city and you and I both know how fething bad that is. Sounds to me like we've got other things to worry about than a dying pup."
Harlow put his pistols back in their holsters and stood there defiantly with his arms crossed.
"Now let me ask you again...Do you want to be stupid and insist on pissing me off or do you want to concentrate on something a feth of a lot bigger than a blood feud? God knows I've had enough of those as of late..." Harlow said annoyed.
Sometimes you gotta draw a line in the sand and not back down...
Agreed...of course now we may have another "event" on our hands... ..depending on Jokers reaction to that line being drawn.
True enough, and honestly, that may mean Harlow doesn't walk away...and the truth is that I'm fine with that as long as he's doing what he believes in...
Dez felt groggy, numerous things buzzing through his head. The pain was almost unbearable, his burning flesh. His shoulder...
His father, he could see his father, even with his blurred vision. He was wrong to have criticized his actions, he would have done the same if he was a father.
A father...
His mind went back to Rachel, on how his one true love was lost, and how he only got a glimpse of her dying form. And Vegas...
Vegas.
He was sorry for what he did to her, she had tried to keep Rachel safe, and she didn't like to see him in this pain, this hardship of being a Werewolf. But Joker could not see that...
Joker.
That son of a bitch betrayed him. Dez had put his very life in danger so he and Andy and the other Hunters could get out of there. So they could be a safe. And he had betrayed him...
Wendy! Ohhh nice twist! I'll agree and say, yup this would make a great film or a fab graphic novel, or both.
And so... if you guys all team up... theres all of you, loads of vampires and possibly more purifiers going to follow... kind of regreting putting on that 'Team Natasha' shirt now!
Suzie looked around the hall which was acting as one of several parade grounds for the Vampiric horde. At the front she could see the Massive Opperniki and their cruel iron loingswords. Behind them were the resplendant Juli warriors with their silvered weaponary - perfect for the task Cain had set them - and their red robes. Some carried shields and others had ornate swords straped to thier sides. Behind her she knew there was the Strigoi. Gaunt lean warriors whose forte was infiltration and genrally were good at providing covering fire at vital moments having quitely infiltrated and conquered enemy fortifications. At the head of the Juli horde was Juli herself. Her robe was the deepest red imaginable and she wielded a piece of history in her hand, that ancient weapon that would help them crush the lycan and humanii underfoot. Her personnal guard Surrounded her, 10 of the best Juli Warriors, 5 of the stealthiest Strigoi and 5 Brutii, these vampires were excellent snipers but were the only Brutii in sight. Besdie her was Isaac also wearing the red robe of their clan. he looked more afraid than she ahd ever seen him. He clutched his dagger like a small child would clutch a beloved toy or a parents hand. Suzie herself had her spear which she wielded in two hands. Like sevral of the Juli she had a bulletproof vest on under her robes and in her belt she ahd a pistol and silvered short sword in case she ever needed them. Ahead of her a bell tolled, the time was nearly upon them, Soon Caine's legions would be unleshed upon the earth to dominate once more. At the sound of the bell the Juli donned their helms and all of the amassed warriors went throught their final weaponary checks.
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Vukojevic heard the bell toll and saw his army of ghouls begin to get ready to spew forth from Hell. He was king of the GHouls and they were under his command. He wore resplendant Golden armour and had the sword that had seen him through his trails and also wielded a Glock sidearm. His God stood by his side. She was beatiuful. She looked like a true God of War about to go into battle. She had beautiful armour wrought by only some of the most skilled Vampiric Artisan's and she ahd a SHield of equal value and wielded an ancient sword to help crush whatever crossed her path. Now they waited for the final order. The mob of ghouls had whatever they could find, soe had millitary grade firemarms while some had no more than sticks. He would defend his God to the end, and if the two heretics came near her they would have to deal with him. AN evil smile creeped across his face which slowly turned into a giggle which was soon echoing off the walls as a dibolical laughter. The time was upon them.
Andy held his wife against him, he was happy about the confrontation between Joker and Harlow not because it could lead to a fight but because Harlow had said something that affirmed that Wendy was actually there instead of being a figment of his own deluded mind. He looked over at Harlow and Joker, Harlow was trying to get them to fight against Natasha.
"I'm not interested." Andy interrupted the tense moment, "I'm going home, we're going home.".
"Who is that?" Wendy asked.
"A wolf named Harlow." Andy said quietly to his wife, "He wants us to go after Natasha."
"And you're not going to help them with her?"
"No, I'm not going to help them. I died Wendy, so did you. Do you really want to die again, what about Michael?"
"I want to see him too, but if the wolves succeed then is that a world you want to live in?"
"I'll take my chances." Andy said as he stepped towards Harlow and Joker, "I'm not joining any of your werewolf games, and Wendy just said that the vamps are moving out to do something, they probably know about the wolves and are going after them too."
"That may be true, but I don't know for sure." Wendy shrugged.
"Listen, let's just go home. Joker, leave Harlowe alone and let's get on our ship and sail off.".
"Are you serious?" Harlowe asked, "We helped you out and now you're just going to leave?"
"I never planned on staying, that was Vegas's idea, she was the one who went after her sister and decided to stay around long enough to die." Andy said angrily, "Besides, you put your fist inside of me." Andy said as he patted his abdomen.
"You mean he hurt you?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah, he's with Ryan too."
"Actually right now we aren't." Harlowe replied, "He ran off somewhere with his girl going in a different direction."
"They took his son so that's why he's going after them, Dez wants to rescue his father so that's why he wants to go after them, why do you want to help them then?" Andy asked.
"Actually, Dez's dad is back and not too happy with his son being blown up." Harlowe eyed Joker.
"Well," Andy said, trying to act tougher than usual, "Joker helped me rescue my son, he tried to save me, his friends have died for me, and overall I trust him a lot more than you. If you try something, I'm not going to let you do anything to him."
Joker stood there looking long and hard at Harlow, he admired the man for his bravery, even if it was the only thing between him and revenge. Then again the standoff now included Wendy and Andy. If any of them got seriously wounded in the crossfire he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
"I'm sorry for this." Joker stated as he lowered his gun.
"Sorry?" Carl began "You're suddenly sorry after what you did to my son! If I was in better shape you would be apologizing through a mouthful of blood."
"I'm not sorry about Dez, an eye for an eye. That bastard still isn't paid in full. That will be remedied in time though. There is a golden rule when working for the King, if someone kills a brother you were close to, it becomes your duty to kill him. I'm sorry to Andy for getting off task. I forgot why I was even here. To help the lovely couple get out of Prague. After that I'll settle this score. As for helping that wretch and you kill Natasha, you can piss off. It seems like when the whole world is resting on you, you shouldn't overplay the hero role, you just might lose."
Harlow snorted, he'd heard it from the horse's mouth, from both Andy and Joker, they just wanted to go home and leave this whole mess behind them...well, he wouldn't hold that against them, but they had that luxury and he didn't, Harlow had never had a home and he probably never would. He picked up his weapon without a word and trudged back to the truck where the rest of the wolves waited. He felt like he should say something to warn the hunters of what was to come, but realized that there was nothing he could say that would make a difference. Holly stood outside the back door, waiting on Harlow expectantly.
"Well?" She asked.
"They don't want to help us...they're doing the smart thing and going home." Harlow said, looking over his shoulder at the group of hunters, he squinted. "We'll see them around, don't you doubt that..." He insisted ominously, he helped Carl get Dez into a laying position in the back of the truck.
"Do you think he was serious about getting my son back?" Carl asked.
"Probably, but then, I doubt he'll get a chance to do it, if things are getting as bad as I think they are, we might be better off just trying to find some place to hide...there's a feth of a storm brewing, can't you feel it? There's going to be an actual ground war between lycans and vampires, that hasn't happened in hundreds of years, and there's a reason for that." Harlow just said, shaking his head in despair.
"Any other places you want to go and waste our time?" Musater piped up viciously, Harlow ignored his tone.
"I'd say we find a place where we can get these two fixed up...but what the hell do I know, you're driving, you figure it out." Harlow said as he sat in the back and closed the door, his tone taking on a weary resignation.
FITZZ wrote: And so the two camps split?..
Either way the Hunters still have to make it out of Prague...so they're not out of the woods yet..
Well, we now have two guys who have mortal enemies in the wolf camp. Ryan isn't too happy with Andy and Dez/Carl aren't too happy with Joker. It makes sense to me that they wouldn't want to throw their lot in with them.
FITZZ wrote: And so the two camps split?..
Either way the Hunters still have to make it out of Prague...so they're not out of the woods yet..
Well, we now have two guys who have mortal enemies in the wolf camp. Ryan isn't too happy with Andy and Dez/Carl aren't too happy with Joker. It makes sense to me that they wouldn't want to throw their lot in with them.
Yeah, it really does...I mean, even considering ANdy's condition...they are Hunters after all...joining Werewolf "crusades" wouldn't be high on their " to do" list.
halonachos wrote:Exactly, its like an Ork who decides that maybe his gun is a little too loud and his room is messy. It wouldn't make sense.
Nice analogy ...yes exactly...
Alright, we get it...you don't have to rub it in...
... ...Ok..ok...No rubbing it in...
..Anywho...Hoping for a "ghosty posty" sometime today so I can get things at the Mansion moving...
Also have a few other bits of evil up my sleeve that I'll be writing up tonight....
ghosty wrote::3 It'll be coming, coming soonish if I can get my way.
...waiting with baited breath my friend...
Spoiler:
...Of course you do...just think about how fast the balls going to start rolling once we have our ghosty posty up...chaos, mayhem...anarchy...destruction...ah..
ineptus astartes wrote:so the RP will be coming to a rather abrupt, violent, end?
...Oh we are difinatly in "End game" mode now....though there's still a lot of action to come...I would figure at least a half dozen more events to come though before everything is said and done.
FITZZ wrote: And so the two camps split?.. Either way the Hunters still have to make it out of Prague...so they're not out of the woods yet..
ANdy and the team of hunters began to walk down the street "See guys all we have to is reach the end of the street and we'll make it to safety" Andy proclaimed arrogantly,
"Waitaminute" Joker realised "ISn't that NAtasha's palace right behind us???"
"Sure is, if we don't pester the wolves or burn their fur they won#t bite, we hope." Looking up Bishop saw a swarm of red cloaks moving towards the palace. "What the feth is that?" He asked,
"And that's the Vampire Army i told yous about" Wendy smuggly replied.
"Oh how we gonna fight our way out of this one?" Andy thought
"Oh I'm not fightning, you see Cain offered me a deal, they get Bruss jr. and I get to live on." Wendy said calmly. She grabbed her son and started to run towards the VAmpires, "He's all yours now, Bruss jr. was a stupid name anyway" Wendy cried back at the stunned hunter as she chucked the badies into the crowd of advancing Vampires and made a quick exit stage left.
... well, seeing as Dez is still just about unable to speak, and as Carl is still the leader of the brotherhood, you might want to do a post where he calls in reinforcements...
ineptus astartes wrote:I counted Ryan and Star, as well as Ryan's kid.
Star is ..wherever Star is, Ryan is at Natasha's...and the infant...well..it's an infant...what's it going to do..spit up on someone? ( plus it's at Natasha's as well).
...As for the truck driver...I thought Musater dismissed him.
ineptus astartes wrote:I counted Ryan and Star, as well as Ryan's kid.
Star is ..wherever Star is, Ryan is at Natasha's...and the infant...well..it's an infant...what's it going to do..spit up on someone? ( plus it's at Natasha's as well).
...As for the truck driver...I thought Musater dismissed him.
I wondered where he went...but I figured someone had to drive the truck to the woods...-shrugs-
ineptus astartes wrote:I counted Ryan and Star, as well as Ryan's kid.
Star is ..wherever Star is, Ryan is at Natasha's...and the infant...well..it's an infant...what's it going to do..spit up on someone? ( plus it's at Natasha's as well).
...As for the truck driver...I thought Musater dismissed him.
I wondered where he went...but I figured someone had to drive the truck to the woods...-shrugs-
no, it's a ghooooosssttt truuuuckkk...oooooh-eeeee-ooooo...
ineptus astartes wrote:I counted Ryan and Star, as well as Ryan's kid.
Star is ..wherever Star is, Ryan is at Natasha's...and the infant...well..it's an infant...what's it going to do..spit up on someone? ( plus it's at Natasha's as well).
...As for the truck driver...I thought Musater dismissed him.
I wondered where he went...but I figured someone had to drive the truck to the woods...-shrugs-
Really I leave it up to Chowder, if he wants to have a driver then that's fine by me..
EDIT: And if Carl want's to bring in some of the LB ( some)...That's all well and good as well...Natasha and her forces have an extra deep hatred for them, so LB showing up will be like ringing the diner bell for the Black Claw.
Natasha sat on her throne and called her guards to bring forth the infant pure blood to her. As they entered Natasha's face lit up to see the babe was still healthy and that no serous damage had come to her prophecy. With every element in her possession now she was unstoppable. "Guards!" She bellowed to the wolfs in clad armor next to her. "Assemble all the wolves."
"Yes ma'am." The guards answered quickly as to not anger their hot blooded queen. It didn't take long for every wolf in the palace to gather in front of her balcony and behold Natasha and the pure blood.
She held him high and without thinking every wolf in the palace fell to one knee and bowed to their savoir to come. The pure blood stomack began to rumble and Natasha felt dark power inside of the pup taking form. "Yes, free us! " Natasha cried out at the baby wolf she held. The pup then did as commanded it spit up on to Natasha all it had been fed.
"Nooooo I'm melting!" The wolf queen cried out to the heavens as her skin began to bubble and her legs buckled under her turning her into a liquid "What a world what a world."
darksage wrote:Natasha sat on her throne and called her guards to bring forth the infant pure blood to her. As they entered Natasha's face lit up to see the babe was still healthy and that no serous damage had come to her prophecy. With every element in her possession now she was unstoppable. "Guards!" She bellowed to the wolfs in clad armor next to her. "Assemble all the wolves."
"Yes ma'am." The guards answered quickly as to not anger their hot blooded queen. It didn't take long for every wolf in the palace to gather in front of her balcony and behold Natasha and the pure blood.
She held him high and without thinking every wolf in the palace fell to one knee and bowed to their savoir to come. The pure blood stomack began to rumble and Natasha felt dark power inside of the pup taking form. "Yes, free us! " Natasha cried out at the baby wolf she held. The pup then did as commanded it spit up on to Natasha all it had been fed.
"Nooooo I'm melting!" The wolf queen cried out to the heavens as her skin began to bubble and her legs buckled under her turning her into a liquid "What a world what a world."
"You know what? feth this." Musater threw off his flak jacket and helmet. "I'm sick and tired of these humans picking on us. Longar! Let's go." The pair both exited the car.
"Hey! I know you! You were at the house!" Joker was pointing at Musater accusingly.
"Get your filthy hands away from me." Musater walked towards the group of hunters. "You call yourselves Hunters. Killers of those who want to kill humans. And yet you don't want to kill the Rahl Queen? Do you have any idea what she has planned for you? She will make you cattle! I have been killing her kind for more than half a millennia, and I can assure you, they will not stop unless we cut the head off the figurative body. The head being her. So what are you? Hunters, or traitors? For what I see before me is the latter category."
"And can you prove your claim?" Andy was livid. How dare this Lycan show up and start calling them traitors. "If not, then you'll be breathing out another hole." He drew his pistol and aimed in at Musater's head.
"Well, I can. I know of one man who has proof. And he's behind you." Musater smiled as Longar ripped the weapon from Andy's grip, throwing it behind him as he picked up the tiny man.
"I have been alive longer for more than a millennia. I have seen civilizations rise and fall. And I can tell you, stupid man, that Natasha has the same plans as one Mr. Vlad the Impaler. To kill all humans and use them as meat. Now, I am letting you down. If you draw another firearm at me, I will crush your skull like it is a grape. Understand?"
Andy nodded and Longar dropped him.
"Good. Now that we're in agreement, let's go save both our races from extinction." Musater entered the MRAP once more. "Hi Carl." He sat down next to the sulking wolf.
"What do you want." Carl was seething rage. This man had gotten him kidnapped, and now he wants the send him back there again? No sir!
"I want to ask for your help in the battle." Musater took the first aid kit off the wall. Putting Carl under a thermal blanket, he took out the needle and thread.
"You know I'll say no." Carl replied.
"I know. I just hoped you would. I mean, a chance to kill Natasha? Even I would go for that." Musater began to pull the rebar from Dez's shoulder.
"I'll never forgive you for what you did." He helped to pull the steel pole from his son's shoulder.
"I don't expect you to. All I ask is that you help our race, not just me." Musater placed the disgusting pole to the side and began to sew the shoulder together.
"I never wanted to be a Lycan! Why should I help people I hate!?!" Carl slammed the side of the MRAP, making a dent.
"Because if you survive, you can be cured. Natasha will find you and kill you, make no mistake. Every move you make, she makes two. Even if you die at that Mansion, at least you'll know that you will have killed some men who would have killed you." Musater cut the thread. "I also need your help. You know the layout of that mansion better than anyone else. If we don't have you, the entire mission fails. We fail. We die."
".. Fine. But only on one term." Carl looked peeved, but willing.
"Name it." Musater hooked up a makeshift IV to to roof of the MRAP/
"Only if me and Dez can live in peace for the rest of our days."
"I can grant you that." Musater planted the needle into Dez's arm, taped it, then walked back to the driver's seat. He slumped down and began to doze off to sleep. He needed it, after the day he's had.
Longar entered the car. "That Andy fellow sure has guts. I like him!"
I may have ballsed up slightly. I have this mental image of what Ezruli looks like in my head, but I daren't write it down in case it's going totally against Mrs. Sins idea. Does anyone have something concrete for me to go by?
...Jakub Meklic busily oversaw his staff as they attended to the very last of the late night dinners in the very fasionable Heretou Cihelna Restaurant...
The evening had been a busy one, over three hundred guest had come throuh the doors of the stylish eatery and Jakub was more than ready to retire to his appartment for the night...hopefully in the company of Natalia the pretty new waitress.
Jakub stepped out onto the rear patio..smiling at a lone couple who still lingered there, sipping wine and embracing, swaying to the sounds of light jazz that came from the hidden speakers above..
The Manager sighed, lit a cigarette and stared out over the Vitava River, taking in the beautiful view...he exahaled a plume of smoke and turned to better see the Charles Bridge...which always enchated him...
Then the screaming started...
Jukub tossed his cigarette and rushed passed the wide eyed couple back into the main dinning area...
There shrieking uncontrolably he found both Natalia and Misha...huddled together like frightened rabbits...several customers stood by staring on in shock
" What is it?" he yelled trying to access the situation " What is wrong?"
The woman pointed, their eyes big with fear..." A man...he..he..It's horrible" Natalia wept..
Jakub walked slowly to the area the frightened waitress had inicated...he gasped at the sight that greeted him..
There, crumpled at the entrance was indeed a man, large of build..much like an American football player..but..
The burns where hideous...most of the mans features had been scorched away...
He lay trembeling...soaking wet..moaning in anquish..
" My Lord..My Lord..Marilus...what has become of us.." the hideously burned man shrieked...
" Be still...you are hurt...but help is on the way." Jakub said, trying to calm the big man..
" Quickly!! call for an ambulance!!" He shouted over his shoulder to his waitress..
" Hold very still...you will be ok.." The manager assured the man..
Onside he felt his words were lies, no one who looked like this would ever be ok...not ever again.
Aurelia wrote:Bring those events on!!! Erzuli is ready... (*coughs* maybe...er... not actually but shes there now... ) Apologies for pic quality... very quickly done.
See that's what I pictured, I just wasn't a hundred per cent sure it was me imagining that I had seen that piccy, or whether it had been in a cartoon. Ta very much Warork!
ghosty wrote:I may have ballsed up slightly. I have this mental image of what Ezruli looks like in my head, but I daren't write it down in case it's going totally against Mrs. Sins idea. Does anyone have something concrete for me to go by?
Aureila posted a picture a few (dozen pages) back...but basicly Erzuli is a stunningly beautiful black woman with braids and scars...
As the doors swung inwards Ryan mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do. He was grimly aware he was in the Lions den now, and chances of survival seemed slim at best, but he knew he had to do what he had to do, not for him, but for the good of his family. Nothing else mattered to him anymore apart from seeing his son grow up; to see him learn to walk and talk, take him on his first moonlit escapade, see his first kill. It was this primal urge within that had forced him this far, and undoubtedly, it would push him further, if needs be. The double doors opened, revealing Natasha and what seemed to be her higher ups, her own personal court. It was a varied affair, but it did impose a strong sense of power, and of decadence. Two hulking male wolves flanked the Queen herself, one, he had met before, Ivan, who grinned broadly at him and winked slyly, as they entered, as if he was in on some in-joke that only he and Ryan knew about. The other male Ryan didn't recognize, and he was something of an enigma. Whilst outwardly he was achieving a persona of vicious, and single bloody mindedness, he was giving of smells contrary to his look. He seemed concerned, and almost fearful. Though his eyes rarely left Ryan, a smart move, when they did, they would flit over to one of the more extravagant members of the court, if only for a second. As for the extravagance of the two females, the former was another newcomer Ryan did not recognize. Not that that surprised him; he was in totally alien territory, filled with strangers. There could be any number or wolves who had schemed for ways to bring about the ambushes and attacks that had been instigated toward Ryan, and any one of the people in the room could have masterminded stealing his son. And yet, and yet the young female did not seem a likely candidate. She was looking at him with interest, no, she was studying him as if he were a specimen. But it was more than that, it was as if she was pondering over his worth...
Natasha herself was of course, beautiful and terrible. She exuded such confidence in the way she strode into the room, the way she came to a stop just a foot from the table, the way she had a feint smile across her face the entire time since her eyes first alighted upon him. It sent shivers up his spine, in truth.
"Ryan..." She said softly, as she rested her hands lightly upon the table end, in the exact placement of the deep gouges in the wood. The cause of such marks became apparent. Apparently she lost her temper from time to time. The two male wolves fanned out to her side, moving halfway up the room before they came to a halt. They were obviously acting as meat shields for the Queen if things didn't go the way they wanted. But then again, would they be fast enough to dive into the way of a speeding bullet, a bullet that they didn't know was coming? Ryan hoped not.
Natasha continued, "In truth, I had thought Ivan had brought me false news... I did not truly think you would have come." her voice was quiet, yet it carried across the room as loud as any shout. It was commanding, and authoritive, and Ryan could see that she was a natural-born leader. Hell, as if the hordes of wolves so eager to die for her cause hadn't been proof enough.
Ryan cleared his throat, and spoke. "You gave me no choice. You kidnapped my son, and I believe I'll be having him back, if it's all the same to you." He felt foolish for saying it, as if it would truly be that easy. The queen wolf laughed lightly, and locked gaze with her icey blue gaze. "... You make me smile Ryan, I like that. Even when so far out of your depth, you still act with the same free will that proved you so interesting when we were first introduced..."
Ryan grunted. "I was insane then if I recall. Just a beast. I wouldn't have called that 'free willed.'"
"Is the wolf within not the most free it can be when he is in full control?" She quipped back, with a sly smile.
"Touche." Ryan said with a shrug.
The female he did not know, the mysterious dark skinned beauty, whom he had been so aware of her gaze finally spoke up. Her voice was like honey, each word so delicately placed as if she were singing. "Natasha, I am afraid I cannot see what makes him so... unique. He is big, but not huge. He is strong, but not an unstoppable force, h- "
"You take something I care about, then I'll show you an unstoppable force." Ryan growled.
"Quite. My Queen, I do not see what makes him so beneficial to us?"
Natasha smiled warmly. "Erzuli, do not judge the wolf by the skin it wears. Indeed Ryan does not look as well toned as Ivan here... or Jarin. But nor do I, and I am one of the most powerful wolves in existence. Ryan here," She pointed with a slender finger, "Becomes a beast quite like none I have ever witnessed. As I have said, he rivals Jarins power now, and he has barely a decade of experience. Imagine his power given a hundred years? He could be unstoppable."
Ryan snorted, turning heads. "As much as I enjoy being the center of attention, I'm here for my son."
Natasha smiled again, yet Ryan couldn't help but feel it was charmless, as false as pretense of welcome that he had been given. He was not welcome here. He had killed too many brothers in arms, too many friends, and comrades, to be given a truly warm welcome.
"Ryan... can you not see the machinations at work here? We are striving to protect your son from harm. We do not want him to grow up in a world where he has to constantly look over his shoulder for fear of an untimely death."
"You talking about Hunters? They wouldn't even come close."
"Hunters... of a sort. But not the clumsy, ham fisted humans. I am completely confident in your ability to slaughter such...life stock."
Ryan growled, his anger getting the better of him. "Are you questioning my prowess? I seem to recall not much earlier today to sicced a pair of giant piles of muscle on me. What did your men call them? Yin... Yin and Key?" Ryans eyes fixed straight onto Jarins, whom he presumed was the commander of Natasha's personal army. "I killed them both. I watched as they realized that their brute force wasn't enough. I watched as they realized that they weren't going to win, like they had done for however long they ad lived. I watched as they died, filled with fear of the realization, that they had bitten off more than they could chew. And judging from their fat mouths, they could chew a lot. I hope they weren't your best."
A slim, beautiful wolf Ryan had not noticed before when they had entered let out a sharp laugh. "He's quite funny. Tell me Ryan, if they were such a pushover, why do you yet carry the injuries their claws wrought upon you?"
Ryan rolled his eyes to the heavens and shouted exasperatedly "Why is it everyone knows who I am, yet I don't know anyone?!"
Natasha spoke with authority. "Hush, Kerri. Ryan, I was not besmirching your pride. I was merely alluding to the fact that those whom you may find yourself protecting your son from would not be such pushovers as a mere human." She paused for breath. "Ryan, you are aware of the hatred between us and Vampires? Between Wolves and Leeches? Of course you are. It's inherent within all of our kind. A natural loathing and hatred for their kind. But what if I were to tell you it is more than the occasional brawl over a feeding ground? What if I told you that the Vampire kind were amassing for what can only be described as war? What if I told you, that wherever you went in the world, if we don't win this war, if we don't succeed, wherever you went, the vampire kind would find you, and they would kill you and your son. Especially your son. All we are doing here, Ryan, is protecting him from something you can't. Even you Ryan, would never be able to watch his back every second. And when you weren't, they could strike, as quiet as a shadow. That is why we seek to protect your son, for when you cannot."
...Heavy footfalls echoed on the front steps of Our Lady of Sorrows Church...
The figure gazed at the embossed letters on the worn plaque outside the huge wooden doors..
" Sorrows.." The figure spat.." What do these ..sheep ..know of sorrow...of misery...other than what is visited on them by those who truelly understand it.."
The figure shook his head...still vaguely confused as to why he'd even come here...he had no business at a church..his business was ...vengance...and he should be about it.
Still...something had compelled him to come here...something familar...comforting even..
The heavy wooden doors slid slowly open, and the form of a bent and aged clergyman appeared...
The figure took an involentary step backwards...beginning to quiver..
" It certianly took you long enough to arrive." The Priest hissed, his stooped and bent posture now gone as he stood to his full hiegth...
" I..I..Master..?" The figure stammered..." But...I saw you perish...die at the hand of ..that bastard.."
The Priest laughed..." So little you understand...one such as I can not be so easily slayed..."
The figure dropped to his knees..weeping..." My Life is your...as always.."
The Priest stared coldly at the man.." We shall see...now come with me...I..or rather the good Father has business to attend to.."
The figure rose and followed the Priest...his eyes wide with adoration..
" It seems The Father is required at a local Hospital" The Priest said with a small laugh " A burn victim...in need of the last rights.."
The Priest turned to the man..his laughter growing.." He shall instead recieve my rights...and as he also holds a hatred for our...common friend...he shall recieve them willingly."
Several moments later, a dark blue sedan pulled from the rear of the church parking lot, slowly making it's way towards Mercy General Hospital..
Behind the wheel the now vacant eyed figure drove, his riffle stored away in the vehicles trunk..
In the seat besides him what had once been Father Naviky explained to his servant the next steps they would be taking.
Chowderhead wrote:Not sure I get that one FITZZ. Is it supposed to be vague, or what?
...Well...a bit vague perhaps, but I think it's obvious ( with a bit of back reading) who's in that car...
Though for the most part neither have really involved Musater or his going ons...
"You see, we were never trying to take him from you, we were merely trying to protect him. That is what we are doing even now. I may seem to be acting for my own benefits at times, but truly Ryan, I have the Lycan races best interests in mind. The goal may seem convoluted at times, or the path unclear, but you must understand, everything I do has its reasons. Everything I do is for us," She spread her arms wise in gesture, "As a race."
Ryan's eyes narrowed, and he glowered. "And you mean to tell me that the death of two of my wolves at your thugs hands was... to embetter the race?"
Natasha's smile dropped, and she frowned. "I was not told you lost two of your Pack. I heard you lost one. And a hunter also fell."
"Lisa. She was my pack. She died protecting my son from your men. And Vegas."
Natasha's eyebrow arched. "A hunter? Earlier you confessed how they were no more than pests to you."
"Normally I wouldn't care, but she was a sister to someone I hold dear to me. Her death has caused irreversible damage. And how were their deaths furthering the race?" Ryan growled, again letting the anger get to him. If only the Curtains were drawn, and the moonlight wasn't on him, he could think straight.
"Ryan, Ryan... Let us not get petty here. Their deaths had nothing to do with our goals. They died for what they believed in. For you. Is that not enough? Or do you still seek some sort of vengeance against those who wronged you? If it eases your mind, I can have it arranged." The Queen spoke, without remorse, without a hint of care that she was deciding the fates of actual, living people.
"No." Ryan shook his head. He would have his vengeance, in his own time. He would not see them executed without a fight.
"So the matter is settled then."
"For the time being."
Natasha looked at him carefully, and glanced over to Ezruli. Something seemed to concern her, but Ryan could not discern what. Eventually she seemed to come to a decision, and she asked for everyone in the room to leave, except for Ivan. Jarin spoke up, saying his place was at the Queens side, but she dismissed him, saying that she was sure that Ivan would be enough protection. Kerri also left after Ezruli, accepting that she would not be privvy to hear what was about to be said. At least, not until later, if her Queen so deemed it. Soon, the room was silent, except fro Ivans slow, measured breaths, and the distant sounds of the trees rustling.
"Ryan..." Natasha said at last, "I am sure you are apprehensive about the path that lays before you, and I am sure that Star may have told you horror stories about the way we treated her. Let me tell you personally, much of what she said must have been delirium. She had admittedly not had the best experience since her child was born here, I will admit that. But I have no illusions that what she may have told you will have been grossly exaggerated. We gave her all the freedom she wanted, but she would refuse to see her child. She barely left her room, and would only bear to see her child for short periods. An old friend of mine, now, alas, passed away feared she could be suffering from postpartum depression after she gave birth. And we did fear for your little sons life in her hands for prolonged periods."
Ryan frowned, but said nothing. Natasha seized the advantage of his inner turmoil over what she had said, and pushed onward. "We were so overjoyed by her child being born, a pureblood, and strong, that we, and I must confess, this is our fault, well, we gave it so much attention, I feel Star may have been feeling dejected, and spited. I still struggle to imagine it from her point of view, to, after being treated like a princess over nine months, when she found herself no longer the, if you excuse the pun, 'Star' of the show, she became hideously jealous of her own son. I believe that is why she truly ran away with him, not for love of you, but to share his limelight."
Ryan shook his head in disbelief, and Natasha thought, if only for a second, that she had overstepped a little bit too much. Had she gone too far by saying Star had never loved Ryan?
"She said that you were using her to fulfill some sort of... Prophecy?"
Natasha sighed with relief. "Nonsense. I am firmly grounded in the present, I do not truly believe in this...Prophecy of the coming of the great wolf. I regret Margo told Star a little too many of her stories about the prophecy, and she took them to heart."
Ryan stood up abruptly, and walked over to the window, looking out into the moonlight. "All I want is what's best for my son. The protection you're offering is kind, but I don't get it." He turned, facing Natasha, "Why are you giving so much protection to Cass, if you don't want him for some sort of selective breeding ritual? I don't get it."
The wolf Queen smiled, she had almost won. "I will tell you the truth now Ryan. Whilst I personally do not believe in the prophecy, many of my men do. Is that not so Ivan?"
"Yes M'am."
"You see, they see little Cass as more than just a pup. They see him as a cause to fight and die for. To them, he will be the coming of a new age, and if they must die to ensure it comes about, they will do so without question. As for my own motives, I am simply torn between my own personal feelings, and that of a business women. I too, was born a pureblood. I wish for nothing more than little Cass to grow up without fear. I wish for him the life that I, sadly, never attained. In addition, I see him as... an investment. This may sound crass, and so I apologize, but he is a pureblood. A pureblood is unbelievable powerful, and eventually he will be unstoppable. A real asset to have at my side."
OOC- On that note Hlaine, I am planning on running a World of Darkness game here on Dakka come the Autumn, through the winter, and folks here who would like to try it out will be very welcome.
Not sure if it'll be Masquerade, or Apocalypse yet mind, but the game will be Cotiere or pack based.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:OOC- On that note Hlaine, I am planning on running a World of Darkness game here on Dakka come the Autumn, through the winter, and folks here who would like to try it out will be very welcome.
Not sure if it'll be Masquerade, or Apocalypse yet mind, but the game will be Cotiere or pack based.
Sounds intresting, just in Octiber I'm in Peru for two weeks
Andy dusted himself off, apparently the wolves thought that they could bully him into joining their cause. Before that they tried to reach him emotionally, by calling him and Joker cowards too afraid to go after wolves now. Andy scowled, "Lived for hundreds of years, they've never once died and come back." he thought to himself as he looked at Joker.
"You alright Andy?" Joker asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about how fun it would be to send them all screaming to hell." Andy mumbled.
"Calm down dear." Wendy said as she grabbed him by his arm, "They just want to kill a wolf that they're too afraid to handle on their own.".
"Calling me a traitor and then man handling me like that..." Andy trailed off as images of an explosion sending the MRAP cartwheeling through the air and killing the wolves inside, a small smile surface on his face at the thought.
"You have a plan to leave right?" Wendy asked Joker.
"Yeah, some guy in a boat is supposed to arrive to pick us up tonight I believe." Joker said as he looked at his phone.
"Oh, and Andy." Wendy said sweetly, "I've got a present for you." she said as she presented his old weapons to him. "I even took the liberty of loading silver into the revolver for you.".
"You always were thinking ahead like that for me." Andy said with another smile. "Despite everything that just happened I'm still pretty content with this mission."
"You're happy with this whole thing?" Joker asked before Bjorn could.
"Not happy, content." Andy corrected, "We took a lot of losses, but we did a lot of good too. We killed Pontius and his lackey, showed the vamps that they have something to be afraid of, and I got my son back.". He looked back at Wendy, "Hell, even Wendy is back from the dead. This is..." Andy's mind had overlooked the possibilities now brought on by Wendy's reappearance, "Wendy is back..."
"Yes, I'm back." Wendy said, "Why do you keep saying that?"
"Because if you're back that means anybody who died there could be back like you." Andy said as he looked at the ground.
"That's a good thing then," Joker said, "maybe Ace survived. Maybe Sven is alive.".
"Yeah, but so could Pontius, Oliver, or just about anything we killed in there." Andy said as he sat on the ground, "If that happened then we did all of that work for nothing.". Andy looked up at his wife who stared at him, also realizing what he had said could be true, "Sorry Wendy, but I never thought that you coming back could ever be a bad thing.".
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Claudius had finished his nightly hunting with satisfaction, the bodies of a young couple were being incinerated as he sat in the spa of his mansion. He sat in the jacuzzi, enjoying the warmth of the bubbling water while a manicurist worked on his right hand. He smiled to himself in the overall euphoria of the moment as the door to the room opened up, letting in colder air from the outer rooms. Claudius frowned as his upper body and head were assaulted by a blast of what seemed like winter. "There had better be good reason for this." he said as he placed a warm towel over his head.
"Yes master Claudius." Russel said as he stopped ten feet away from the jacuzzi, careful not to completely disturb his master's relaxation.
"Then out with it." the vampire said as he reached for a slender glass of champagne and pulled it under the towel to drink it.
"Its about Andy," Russel said quickly, but slow enough for Claudius to understand, "it seems his wife is alive still. They engaged in a fight with some hunters, but managed to send them packing. A group of wolves approached them, but they seem to be non-hostile against him.".
"His wife is back you said?" Claudius felt that the cold air had dissipated enough and removed the towel, "That complicates things, but she should be able to be convinced to sign a contract as well. A quick question though Russel, where did she die at before?"
"The Crooked House my lord." Russel replied.
"Hmm..." Claudius screwed his face up in thought, "If they died at the house then perhaps Pontius has come back. Send an envoy to the house and see if this has happened, if it has send him my regards and then tell him of my plans for Andy."
"And if he disagrees?" Russel asked.
"If he disagrees then find a way to get Andy and his wife out alive. I will send him an offering to sway his decisions afterwards." Claudius said.
"His wife as well? I thought that you wanted to breed him with a different bloodline sir." Russel asked.
"I do want to mix the Bruss and Orlov blood, but I can wait another 18 or so years. Besides it would be easier to get Andy to have children with his wife as opposed to some stranger from Europe and the Grouse line seems to be almost completely neutral in their traits.".
"I see now sir." Russel turned to leave, "Oh and sir, your request is waiting in the third bedroom on the left."
"Excellent, tell him I will be ready in a few minutes." Claudius said as he replaced the champagne glass and looked at his manicured hand, "Great work yet again Marie." he congratulated the manicurist, "Now fetch me my clothes and a towel, I have someone to attend to.".
Harlow just listened as Musater and Longar went outside to make fools of themselves...he was deep in thought. This had quickly become more than just a matter of a few wolves versus many. It had become a possible outbreak of war between two supernatural entities...
Vampires had hated lycans for as long as the two had walked the earth, Harlow knew, he had dealt with vampires before only on a few occasions and knew from those few experiences that they were just as deadly if not more than any wolf. They were schemers, they worked in shadow play, and they weren't to be trusted. Harlow figured that if so many vampires were in one place being so conspicuous that it could only mean that they were planning something big. Harlow went over the details in his mind. Hunters had attacked the vampires, wolves had been involved, a vampire lord was reportedly dead...
It fit together...why else would there be an army gathering other than to kill all the wolves in the city? If they succeeded, they wouldn't have a single thing holding them back from taking the city under their control...but that wasn't what Harlow was concerned about. He asked himself what really mattered to him: this cause, this need by these other wolves around him to kill Natasha, or his own survival?
The answer to that was as clear as it ever was...it was the only way he'd lived to be more than a century old, it was the only thing that when he got down to it really concerned him. He was determined to live and he might have to make some tough choices for that to happen...
So be it...
Harlow registered the return of the two wolves to the truck and leaned towards the driver's cabin with a frustrated look on his face.
"Nice job making it worse." He spat. "You wanna get us out of here before you make them change their minds about blowing us up?"
Musater was silent for a moment, Harlow guessed he was considering the options, finally he spoke.
"You may have a point." He admitted.
"Yeah, I kind of figured they weren't going to help when that one hunter told us to piss off. Listen, before we do anything else, remember the warehouse you first saw Andy at? The one where the skirmish went down?"
"I do." Musater replied.
"We need to go back there. I have some stuff we can use to help him in my bag and then we can figure out what to do from there, besides its not far." Harlow said indicating Dez.
Musater sighed, and for a moment was silent again, considering it, finally, he put the truck in motion and they began to drive away. Harlow went back to sit in the cabin with the other three, he caught Holly's gaze and knew the look, he was sure he probably wore it himself, it was an expression that told of being at a loss as to what to do next...
Nice MDS...I like...
Also...look for the Lilth/ Scarlet situation to be coming to a head...you've been quite paitent and it's time for some Vamp on Vamp action...
FITZZ wrote: Nice MDS...I like...
Also...look for the Lilth/ Scarlet situation to be coming to a head...you've been quite paitent and it's time for some Vamp on Vamp action...
I'm planning that.
Also, Scarlet is another Mortal Kombat character. Methinks MDS is a MK fan.
FITZZ wrote: Nice MDS...I like...
Also...look for the Lilth/ Scarlet situation to be coming to a head...you've been quite paitent and it's time for some Vamp on Vamp action...
I'm planning that.
Also, Scarlet is another Mortal Kombat character. Methinks MDS is a MK fan.
Could be..
Speaking of things coming to a head...I suppose you've deduced by now that yet another threat is forming to trouble Andy and the Hunters...but..it will be the last ( probably) hurdle for them to overcome in this RP..
What Andy had said hit him, maybe it was a miracle. They could be alive. Andy deserved a miracle, Joker didn't. He knew he wasn't a saint by a long shot and that he didn't expect any extra favors from some unworldly power.
Joker had grown up without parents in an orphanage. One day a man came in to the orphanage when he was sixteen and offered him a new life. Unfortunately this new life didn't come with his old name.
The man in the nice suite told Joker that who he was had to die so he could become something better than what he was. So he could be reborn. The man's offer came with a test. He had to fake his own death and never talk to anyone from his past ever again, they needed to know he was gone forever. This is when Joker had taken an interest in explosives, he learned how to make a bomb that would make a big boom and burn out quickly.
The caretakers had scrapped enough money together to take the children to a water park. The young boy played sick and decided to stay back in bed. They told him that someone would be over in thirty minutes after they left to watch him. When they left Joker worked hard to make it seem like it could have been a wide variety of things happened. The burn wouldn't completely torch the building only a few rooms and create a nasty fire that would destroy a few rooms.
When the orphans returned to their home they found much of it destroyed. The body of the young boy was never found in the wreckage but he was presumed dead and the case was never reopened. Joker had finally started a new life but his tests weren't through just yet.
OOC- I've had the odd play with MK, but Milenna was just a happy coincidence.
Scarlett is a revist to an old npc character in my Vampire the Masquerade games. Oddly should I do VtM here on Dakka, there is a chance folks might see the original character. She's one of my 'go to' npc's if I want to do a big surprise to a group as she has authority to dart round most of the US.
Of course the Bloodmoon Scarlett and my VtM npc now share little else but the name.
Oh and looking forward to the write up FITZZ, and no worries on waiting, I'm just happy to be a part of the tale.
In MK, Scarlet is like this other guy, who is also like Mileena.
Mileena was made by Shang Tsung and Ermac was made by him as well. Although Mileena is a combination of two different species and Ermac is just 1,000 or so souls put together. Scarlet is like Ermac, except that instead of souls she's made out of blood and she has control over it. Basically, a vampire like character who isn't exactly a vampire.
...I'm going to assume that The Hunters and the Wolves will be parting company now..???
...Doesn't seem as though either Andy, Joker or Bjorn have much interest in following them on their...crusade.
FITZZ wrote:...I'm going to assume that The Hunters and the Wolves will be parting company now..???
...Doesn't seem as though either Andy, Joker or Bjorn have much interest in following them on their...crusade.
Nope, and Musater's 'politics' didn't help much either.
FITZZ wrote:...I'm going to assume that The Hunters and the Wolves will be parting company now..???
...Doesn't seem as though either Andy, Joker or Bjorn have much interest in following them on their...crusade.
Nope, and Musater's 'politics' didn't help much either.
Well then...perhaps you fine fellows ( and Wendy) should liberate one (or both) of the Purifiers Hummers and split...
...Your sure to find all sorts of useful goodies inside..
FITZZ wrote:...I'm going to assume that The Hunters and the Wolves will be parting company now..???
...Doesn't seem as though either Andy, Joker or Bjorn have much interest in following them on their...crusade.
Nope, and Musater's 'politics' didn't help much either.
Yeah, that's why I "moved" them away before Joker had second thoughts about not swinging that bag of explosives near the truck...
FITZZ wrote:...I'm going to assume that The Hunters and the Wolves will be parting company now..???
...Doesn't seem as though either Andy, Joker or Bjorn have much interest in following them on their...crusade.
Nope, and Musater's 'politics' didn't help much either.
Well then...perhaps you fine fellows ( and Wendy) should liberate one (or both) of the Purifiers Hummers and split...
FITZZ wrote:...I'm going to assume that The Hunters and the Wolves will be parting company now..???
...Doesn't seem as though either Andy, Joker or Bjorn have much interest in following them on their...crusade.
Nope, and Musater's 'politics' didn't help much either.
Yeah, that's why I "moved" them away before Joker had second thoughts about not swinging that bag of explosives near the truck...
Good idea...
Seeing as Joker seems to really dislike Dez......and is still holing a sachel filled with C-4.
Andy looked at the armored truck as it began to drive away from them, they seemed disappointed that Andy, Bjorn, Joker, and the others wouldn't be joining them but considering what had just happened they should be happy that they weren't on fire right now. From behind the fires in the warehouse Andy spotted one of the black hummers that the Purifiers had been using, sirens sounded from somewhere as the fire department finally neared the blazing inferno.
"We could take some of their cars." Andy said to the others as he began to walk towards the vehicles, "The firemen are coming and sometimes firemen bring the police.".
"Agreed." Joker said as the survivors ran towards one of the remaining hummers. The fire reflected off of the tinted glass and smooth, metallic coat. The leather interior was also black and the hummer seemed to be lacking an AM/FM radio but had a CB in its place. It was clean, almost immaculate save for a few places of where dust had settled. Luckily it had enough room for all of them. Joker and Bjorn climbed into the front seats, Joker decided to drive, while Andy and Wendy climbed into the back. Joker's friend seemed unwilling to sit next to a crazy, werewolf, ex-hunter and sat in the cramped third row.
As soon as they got into their seats they began to discuss their plans. Andy wanted a change of clothes and while the others agreed that he smelled terrible, it wasn't enough to make it a priority. They needed shelter, and Joker had information about a place where they could find it. The decision was final, they would find Jim's shelter and wait for their ride out.
The hummer peeled out of the warehouse lot before the firetrucks arrived, making sure that they wouldn't notice a speeding vehicle leaving the scene of a fire. Andy sat close to Wendy and smiled as he looked at her. Wendy looked back and returned the smile, but was surprised when Andy suddenly wrapped his arms around her and began to squeeze her tight. His chin rested on her shoulder as he began to sigh joyfully.
"Um, Andy." Wendy interrupted her husband's show of affection, "We're kind of busy right now, and people are kind of watching. Can't this wait?"
"I guess it can." Andy said with a slight air of disappointment, "Its just that I did miss you a lot." he continued to hold her, "I want to, you know."
"I know, but not right now." Wendy said as her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. She could see Joker looking at them in the rear view and she knew that Andy was causing a scene. She didn't want to distance herself from him, but she knew that it would be too much of a distraction right now. She looked at her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck, "When we get home," she whispered seductively, "but we have to get home first.".
"Okay then, don't worry we're going to get home." Andy said with a smile, "But we need to make sure that Michael is asleep.".
"Is that his name?" Wendy asked.
"Yes, I named him Michael." Andy nodded as he saw Wendy smile, his own heart began to beat faster in joy as his wife seemed happy with the name.
"That's a nice name Andy." Wendy said as she pulled him closer to her in the seat, they held each other's hands as they sat in the moving vehicle.
Joker looked in the rear view mirror and a look of disappointment shadowed on his face. Joker began to veer the car to the side of the bridge as they crossed it. "Joker what are you doing!" Andy yelled as he neared the edge of the bridge that lead off into a watery grave. Joker immediately turned his head back to them tears pouring from his eyes as if he had been under a great deal of stress.
"If I can't have Wendy no one can!" Joker yelled. And then they saw him for who he really was, they knew Joker's real name...Smalls.
darksage wrote:Joker looked in the rear view mirror and a look of disappointment shadowed on his face. Joker began to veer the car to the side of the bridge as they crossed it. "Joker what are you doing!" Andy yelled as he neared the edge of the bridge that lead off into a watery grave. Joker immediately turned his head back to them tears pouring from his eyes as if he had been under a great deal of stress.
"If I can't have Wendy no one can!" Joker yelled. And then they saw him for who he really was, they knew Joker's real name...Smalls.
I kind of wish this would happen, would give Andy a good chance to kill Smalls.
darksage wrote:Joker looked in the rear view mirror and a look of disappointment shadowed on his face. Joker began to veer the car to the side of the bridge as they crossed it. "Joker what are you doing!" Andy yelled as he neared the edge of the bridge that lead off into a watery grave. Joker immediately turned his head back to them tears pouring from his eyes as if he had been under a great deal of stress.
"If I can't have Wendy no one can!" Joker yelled. And then they saw him for who he really was, they knew Joker's real name...Smalls.
I kind of wish this would happen, would give Andy a good chance to kill Smalls.
What a twist that would be though. It turns out Andy is smalls...fight club.
You could say that, but I think you'll have to ask MDS for clarification because the closest thing I've come to playing WoD was playing a game of 40k at a table next to another table of people playing WoD.
"So where's this safe house supposed to be?" Wendy spoke over Andy's head.
"Shouldn't be too far from here." Joker replied as he looked at the GPS he had placed onto the dashboard.
"Hey, you guys should check this stuff out." Joker's accomplice said from the third row. He lifted up a large metal case and dropped it into the middle row, it scraped along Andy's thigh as it landed.
"feth, it burns!" Andy shouted as he tried to get as far from the case as possible, "Get it away from me, take it away!".
"I'm sorry." Rook said as he reached forward and took the case away from Andy, "It must be laced with silver or something." he continued as he opened it, "Holy gak man." he said in surprise. He pulled out a cylinder covered in black felt, it was heavy and looked like pure silver. "This thing was definitely made for taking out wolves, it's like a solid chunk of silver. Like some kind of tank shell thing.". He continued to hold it aloft and examine it in his hands. Striations on one side caught his attention and he began to follow them, hopefully it was something that would allow him to open it. Bjorn had turned around to look at it and saw Rook fondling the cylinder, pawing at the hinge.
"Don't touch it like that!" Bjorn shouted and caused Joker to swerve in surprise.
"What? What's up with touching this thing?" Rook asked.
"Its an ancient device you fool." Bjorn said angrily, "Just wrap it up and place it back into the case before carefully, I'll tell you more about it when we get to the safehouse.".
ineptus astartes wrote:
Hmm. Whats world of darkness?
Rings a bell, but makes me think of the Dresden Files.
oops. ninja'd by a page
World of Darkness is basically a dark/horror RPG set in a world that is almost identical to ours, Almost.
For starters Werwolves and VAmpires and lots of other nasty things exist, in the dark corners where no one looks.
There is also Old WoD and New Wod
THe three main games are: (Old/New)
VAmpire the MAsquerade/requiem
Werewolf: the Apocalyspe/ The Forsakken
Hunter: ???/The Vigil
THere is also promethean changeling and others still.
It is based on a D10 System, unlike D&D where it uses a Thaco system.
On a side note, that reminds me that the second closest thing I've come to playing World of Darkness was playing Hunter: The Reckoning on PS2. It also appears that they wanted to make movies based off of the videogame and not the actual game, but Uwe Boll was supposed to help with it and people got kind of upset about that.
Those where taken a couple of years ago, I've added to 40K, and picked up a couple of missing Mage, and the remaining couple of 1st edition Werwolf books I was missing.
Indeed, only a few. You should see my staggering collection of two Imperial Guard codex books(4th and 5th), two rulebooks(4th and 5th), and one copy of Battle Missions along with about two or three Black Library books.
Jeezy Creezy MDS...and I thought my book shelves were packed..( then again most of my lit is horror fiction..non gaming).
..I've read the original VtM book ( I guess it was the original, big hardcover) and sat in on a few games my more Goth friends were playing..
Had a glance a few times at the WtA book as well.
... As silent as a serpent, Lilith and the Strigoi decended from the early morning sky, coming to rest near the side of a cliff on which an ancient and forboding castle looked out over the surrounding area...
Lilith gazed up towards the structure then turned to the nearby Strigoi..." They have taken refuge here?" the Vampire asked " My Little one and her ...associates..?"
The Srtigoi bobbed and giggled a bit " Refuge?..not what I would choose to call what they have embarked upon Daughter of Caine.." His eyes sparkled with an evil mirth " But find what you believe you seek here you shall.."
Lilith bared her fangs.glaring at the cappering Strigoi " I've made it clear to you V'ral ..I've no paitence for your riddles...nor shall I suffer them for much longer...you say Scarlet is here..now..is she or is she not?"
V'ral only smiled as Lilith took a menacing step forward..." But I have already answered you Daughter of Caine..here you shall find who you seek...though in the end you may indeed wish you had not.."
" Bah" Lilith spat, whirling away from the infuriating Strigoi and turning back to the castle.." I suppose their bastion is secured.." Lilth mused more to herself than V'ral..
" Oh no" V'ral laughed.." Indeed...a pathway inside lays before you" he motioned to a small opening inside the cliff wall..." Enter and find that which is dwelling with in."
Lilith once again cast a distrustful eye towards the jibbering Strigoi..cursing him she slowly entered the dripping tunnel.
Lilith felt a small shudder ass through her as she made her way down the confined passageway, reminded of the dank and stinking sewers she'd been forced to prowl not to long ago as her form had healed from the grievious injuries suffered at the hands of Scarlet.
" All debts will soon be paid little one" she whispered as her eyes fixed upon a dim glow just ahead..
" You near the end of your journey Daughter of Caine" V'ral said softly from behind " And perhaps..the first steps upon a new one.."
" Be silent you babbling fool" Lilith hissed as she pushed against the surface of a thick wooden door at the end of the tunnel and stepped into a hallway illiminated by many candles..
Once again, Lilith shuddered...she could clearly sense her Little ones presence...but...that odd sensation of...something else was there as well...huge and dominating..
" There Daughter of Caine" V'ral said pointing towards a set of huge doors at the end of the hallway...: Enter...and know"
Lilith moved quickly to the doors, resting her palms against the surface of the wood...for the first time in ages...she felt uncertian..hesitant...but no..Caine had granted her but this night for vengence...she would see her Little one now.
With a small grunt, Lilith shoved the doors apart and entered a huge room bedecked with tapestries and ancient furnishings...the glow of a thousand candles casting a shimmering light about the room.
" I have come my dear one.." Lilith called out.." Come...come and greet me"
...Ok MDS...that's over to you...after Scarlet makes herself known..I'll do an event intro and we can get started.
Scarlett could hear Lilith's voice on the air of the Blackrook, it snaked through the tunnels like a viper and rung true on her ears. Lilith was frustrated, annoyed by something, she was on edge, Scarlett smiled, she could control the cracking at last, now only when she wanted would she show her new teeth. Closing her eyes, she let the blood whisper out to Olivia, like a shadow that passed through the tunnels of the Blackrook, the very walls themselves. The bond between them stronger than ever, a writhing unity, that no mere mortal concern that death could crack, she whispered into her ear, as if kneeling beside her and Olivia's eyes opened.
Olivia listened carefully and grinned, crawling up from her position in the accommodation wing of the rook, she darted out from under a bed, before paused at the door. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts as she focused on Lilith, she could sense the Elder Kindred as always, she was close, in the main hall. Using the powers of her blood she moved down the corridor at a lightning speed without uttering a sound, her footfalls lost to a shadow that masked her passing. She could smell them as she approached, Lilith and someone else, perhaps a Stirgoi by the stench of decay that lingered within the chamber. Pausing at the edge of the wall that led into the room, she focused on Scarlett's words and pondered what would happen from this moment on.
'There is no doubt' hissed a soft voice deep within her, not Scarlett, something else. Olivia nodded with a mild grin, feeling a strange warmth as stepped out into the main entrance hall.
"Victoria!" She spat.
"Lilith."
Lilith looked over at the young Vampire that had spoken as she had broken cover, and almost laughed at the stupidity of a childe being so brazen toward her. She took a step forward, coiling ready to strike, but it wasn't Scarlett and paused with an annoyed sigh. As she stared at the strange dark haired woman before her, something about the girl was familiar, she just couldn't place it.
"Elizabeth is hiding again, how quaint." She said with a calm demeanor hiding the anger that was quickly building.
Olivia walked across the room parallel to the two elder Kindred, barely looking at the two of them as she walked. Reaching the halfway point of the room, she looked back towards them and gave a weird smile that caused Lilith to frown.
"Not hiding, waiting."
Lilith snorted with disdain as she glanced at V'ral, who seemed undisturbed by the younger kindreds presence or actions, in fact she was certain he was concentrating on herself. Infuriated with him, with the childe, with the fact Scarlett wasn't already here under her boot begging for mercy she snapped her head back and scowled angrily.
"I am tired of this game already, where is that whore of a childe, I will... " Scarlett's voice trailed off.
She suddenly realized who the childe was.
Her mind flashed back to a large tower on the edge of the Crawley estate in little England hundreds of years ago, the dark night, the shadows within the chamber. A soft silken bed, rose petals and a shared caress. A soft skinned brunette, a torn shredded white dress, soft flesh and the taste of blood in Lilith's mouth, the Childers last blood, the screams of Elizabeth, of Scarlett as her love cascaded into a fountain of ash in Lilith's arms. The look of rage, the howl of the Werewolf that peirced the nights sky and the attack that had prevented her from killing Scarlett that very night all those years ago.
She looked up inside the Blackrook and stared at Olivia.
"I killed you." She said softly, slightly confused.
Olivia smiled darkly.
"Death is not the escape it once was."
Lilith scowled.
"I'll make her suffer again with your death, before I destroy her."
Burning blood Lilith lunged forward, a storm of clouds materializing as she moved at an impossible pace, the clouds of dark smoke ripped through Olivia with a screech that clung to the air, but she was gone.
"What the feth!" Lilith gasped as the smoke spiraled around her and turned to see Olivia standing at the entrance to a tunnel over forty feet to the right, she hadn't even seen her move.
"Come Mother of Darkness, Scarlett waits for you."
Olivia turned and ran, disappearing into the tunnel with a flash of speed, Lilith hissed in rage and gave chase, running into the gloom with an anger gripping at her heart. She would make them both suffer again, just like that dark night, but this time there would be no escape for Scarlett, no escape.
V'ral stared momentarily at the tunnel, before beginning to follow, a slight smile on his lips.
"No escape." He mused.
"Will the daughter of Caine, stand or fall."
OOC - I hope I am reading V'ral right FITZZ, can change if there is a problem.
halonachos wrote:Fitzz, I'll need a PM describing the safehouse and the hunter working there if you could. I'll also PM you about any goodies we may find.
I thought the safe house was Jokers deal...???
..But yeah, no worries..I can do that for you...stand by.
... it would be good to have ol' Tim back with some bro's...
...Considering Tim got "deep fried" on his last mission for Dez..are you sure he'd want to come back?.. ...Also...Just as a caution...keep your " bro's" to a minimum."...More than four LB show up and I'll create a tornado and blow them off the face of the planet..
This part of the city was quiet at this time of night, the only sounds now were the distant sirens behind them of emergency vehicles still approaching the docks. The few public roads the group took to get to their destination were mostly devoid of cars. For that, they were all glad, Harlow could only imagine the strange looks they would have gotten if the citizenry could have seen their multi ton armored vehicle complete with a mounted gun on it prowling the streets.
With Musater's driving, the trip only lasted about twenty or so minutes, the truck pulled up outside the exact warehouse where the battle earlier had taken place. Harlow got out and with the help of Holly and Carl, they got the Groggy and still injured Dez out and began to take him inside. Harlow picked up his weapon and went with them. He turned back to the truck for a moment.
"You guys wanna keep watch out here? This will only take a little bit." Harlow said, Musater just nodded and closed the door. Harlow opened the doors and led the other three inside and immediately, the stink of blood assaulted them so much that it almost made each of them wretch.
The three looked around, Harlow held his nose, looking at the bodies that had been left where they went down. Curiously, there were no bodies where Harlow and the others had plowed into that crowd. Harlow thought about that for a moment, why were there no cops here either? Or ambulances? Some serious gak had gone down here, lots of noise, lots of gunfire, and there was nobody here. Then it hit him, those hunters, those crazy hunters must have called off the emergency services and cleaned up the mess outside themselves, but its seemed they didn't look in here. Harlow looked over to where Carl and Holly were lying Dez down on a low crate, Carl looked around him in disgust.
"What happened here?"
"We were here, some of the queen's wolves came looking for a fight, the rest is elementary..." Harlow said simply. He walked over to where all of the things had been left. They were all still there; the bike, his clothes and weaponry, the van, even the vehicle the now dead Vegas and the hunter turned wolf Andy had driven in. Harlow found his duffel bag and handed it to Carl who was sitting next to Dez.
"You'll find some medical stuff in there, there's also a salve made specifically for wolves in there its not easy to come by so only use a little on his worst wounds. Probably should put some bandages on his burns and any other bad gak you can find, also might want to set his arm a bit until that heals. Should be a lot of the stuff you need in that bag, if not you'll have to make do." Harlow said walking away. He turned to Holly. "Help him if you can."
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"I'm gonna clean this mess up a little bit, it stinks in here." He said simply, the truth was, the corpses of Natasha's men were still in here and he wanted to search them for anything useful. He started with the remains of Lisa and what was left of Vegas. He moved them to the dark back room where the convict Andy had eaten earlier. He then moved on to the three wolves that had been killed by Ryan, looking at each he could see not much recognizable, each had been mauled horribly but were still moved into the back room. The first two, the giant wolves that Ryan had fought hand to hand had nothing on them but the smaller one, the one who had shot him, had a small gunmetal grey object in his pocket, Harlow turned it over in his hand, his mind raced with possibilities but his instincts told him to bide his time.
But an idea was forming, an idea that would ensure his own skin was still in place when this was all over...but he had to wait until the perfect moment. He looked around, the other two couldn't see him in here and Musater and Longar were still in the truck. He pocketed the object and threw a tarp over the bodies. He walked out of the backroom a few minutes after he had started and approached the two wolves who were looking at Dez who was now sporting a few gauze covered bandages and had a makeshift splint on his injured arm.
"How is he?" Harlow asked.
"Better." Was Carl's response.
"Okay, get him into the back of the truck and tell Musater we'll follow you." Harlow said to Carl's confusion. "We've got out own ride." Harlow said pointing to the van.
Soon, Carl had left with Dez back to the truck and Holly helped Harlow get his bike in the back of the van. After all the weapons and ammo they could scavenge from the aftermath of the battle, including Harlow's own gear, was found, the two loaded up and drove the van out to where Musater waited. In a minute, the two were back on the road...
And Harlow's chances for living were looking just a bit better...
...Despite the Dire reluctance that troubled her, Lilith pursued Olivia into the dim passageway, spurned forward by her desire to exact vengance for the iniquity she'd suffered at the hands of her Little One...
She was dimly aware of V'ral, following closely behind, and though the presence of the Strigoi vexed her..she was oddly comforted by him as well..
Moving with inhumman swiftness, Lilith traversed the tunnel...exiting into yet another huge room...what appeared to be a ballroom of sorts...all finery and formality...ancient chandeliers ablaze with light..
Olivia leaned casually against the far wall, her eyes surveying Lilith with a mixture of contempt and dark humor...
Behind Lilith V'ral chuckled under his breath..." How befiting " he mused glancing about the dance hall..." A perfect setting for your engaement Daughter of Caine.."
Lilith ignored the Strigois comments, instead favoring Olivia with an icy glare that belied the burning fury she felt inside..
" So shall we play chase some more..." Lilith taunted " Or will my Dearest Scarlet now reveal herself?"
From an alcove at the top of a high stone staircase came a whispered answer which sent a chill of aprehention through Lilith despite her furor.
" I am here Dark Mother" Scarlet said , her voice like frigid water, reverberated across the stone walls as she stepped into view...
Lilith stepped back her eyes narrowed as she beheld the form above her..
" My Dearest Little One" Lilith hissed " It has been far to long ...far too long have I sought for thee"
Scarlet answered with a dark and inviting smile as she slowly decended the stone steps.." Indeed it has...but tonight...all will be answered for."
The van pulled off the main road and onto a dirt road, the sound of loose dirt and small rocks pelting the underside of the hummer. It all seemed too familiar, a farm on the outskirts of the city being a safe haven for hunters. It all seemed repetitive for Andy, then again it was almost always safer to remain away from the hunting grounds. The farm house was smaller than the one in Empire City, and instead of fields of larger crops they seemed to have small legumes growing which no doubt made it easier for them to see. No floodlights, a small barn which seemed to house some rusty mechanical farm equipment and a windmill sat on the property. As they drove up, a silhouette moved in the bottom floor's window.
"I guess this is it." Joker said as he bit down softly on his lower lip in thought, "Seems out of the way enough.".
"This seems too familiar." Andy muttered to himself.
"What did you say?" Bjorn asked.
"This seems familiar, we had a farm like this in Empire City." Andy said with a small frown, "Bad things happened to it.".
"What do you mean bad things?" Bjorn continued as the car came to a stop.
"It was burnt down and everyone inside killed by vampires." Andy shook his head, "Really bad..." he said quietly as he looked down at the floor.
"Let's get inside and see what they can do to help." Joker changed the subject and soon the sound of opening doors filled the air. A sudden bang from the house's door as it hit the wall signaled the arrival of an older man with his shotgun pointed at the hunters coming from the hummer. Joker and the others put their hands up into the air as the man yelled in Czech, "Who are you, get off of my land punks!".
"Sylvia sent us, are you Jim?" Joker asked. As the man kept the shotgun aimed firmly at them. After a brief moment of silence the man lowered the shotgun and smiled broadly, "You're the blokes that need the help hiding from the uber-hunters huh?" he said with a warm Australian accent.
"Uh, yeah." Joker answered slowly, the shock of the man's changing accent evident.
"Sorry 'bout that mate." Jim said as he approached them, shotgun lingering at his side, "Learned to talk like that over the years to keep the local lawmen from taking an interest in my activities.".
"So you're here all alone and you're supposed to help us?" Bjorn asked.
"He's not alone." Andy said from the other side of the hummer.
"So that's the wolf man you got there?" Jim said as he stroked the graying hair of his beard, "Why dontcha' come out from behind the car and let's have a look at you.". Andy obliged the old man and walked around the front of the hummer along with his wife and rook. "I'll guess that the lovely lady isn't the wolf and neither is the one with fitting clothes.".
"Fine deduction." Joker said, "But can we come inside, I would feel safer discussing things indoors.".
"Where are my manners! Of course, come inside mates and we'll get everything settled." Jim shouldered the shotgun and showed them inside. As they walked inside, Bjorn snatched the case from Rook who he felt was carrying it improperly considering what it could do. As they entered Jim stopped Andy by placing his shotgun down like a toll gate, "One second bud, you smell like gak. Walk out near the back and we'll hose you off real quick before letting you inside to take a bath."
"But, why can't I just take a bath inside?" Andy cocked his head, wondering about the man's motives.
"Because you'll leave a ring around the damn tub, and I won't be bleaching the tub just for you." Jim said, "Now get around the back, I'll send Vincent to hose you off.". The door to the house shut as Jim walked inside and called for Vincent, Andy stood on the porch in the dull yellow light of the porch light for a few seconds before finally walking towards the back of the farmhouse. The swinging of a screen door was heard around the corner and as Andy rounded the corner he saw a younger man holding a hose clinched to prevent water from spraying out and turning a rusty faucet. Andy walked up slowly to the man who stared at him, "Alright friend, up against the wall and clothes off.". Andy stared back at him and was about to say something before Vincent interrupted, "Don't worry you're not my type and I'm sure we both have the same plumbing, so clothes off and face the wall.".
"This sucks." Andy said as he dropped the filthy robe on the ground and placed his hand on the wall. He gritted his teeth as the cold well water hit his back and trickled down, "Damn it, don't you guys have warm water out here?"
"Inside." Vincent said as he continued to spray Andy with the water hose, "Okay, turn around real quick and then we'll throw a towel on you.".
"This isn't much better." Andy said as he covered himself, "Just hurry up and get that towel.".
"Alright, we're done here." Vincent grabbed a towel he had placed on the ground and tossed it to Andy who quickly wrapped it around himself. "Grab your clothes, we have to burn them." Vincent said as he turned the water off and placed the hose back onto its holder.
"Well, you smell a bit less like gak." Jim said as he sipped a cup of coffee at a table with the others. The silver inlaid case open and the cylinder open to viewing. The light showed off more markings along the side, it seemed to be Latin from first glance.
"Is there warm water for the bath?" Andy said around chattering teeth as water dripped from his wet hair.
"Sorry mate, water heater's broke." Jim said smiled, "Just kidding, its already running upstairs.".
"I'll come with you honey." Wendy said, the chair scraped along the rough wooden floor. Her steps clacking as she walked quickly to him and walked him upstairs.
"So this cylinder thing here?" Jim returned to their conversation.
"Its an ancient weapon designed by a very ancient hunter and nothing ever made has been able to rival it." Bjorn said as he looked into the old man's eyes, "This cylinder looks innocent enough, but this is just a dormant state."
"Dormant, you mean this thing is asleep?" Jim pointed to the weapon.
"This is the Plures Telum." Bjorn said, "For you who didn't study ancient Latin that literally translates to 'Many Weapon' and as it's name states it is a weapon that can take many shapes. The closest thing to it would be a hunter version of the Swiss Army knife."
"It looks like a long can to me." Rook shrugged, "Not even a corner to cut something."
"Watch this." Bjorn said as he lifted the cylinder in his right hand and took in a deep breath. His lips moved as he silently spoke to the cylinder. Shortly after the cylinder began to elongate and turn into a sword, "You wanted to cut something right?"
"Holy gak." Jim said in unison with the others.
"What else can it do?" Rook asked as he looked over the weapon like a kid in a candyshop.
"Any ancient weapon of course, spear, knife, crossbow..." Bjorn said as he demonstrated each weapon, "any projectile it shoots is also silver, once its fired the projectile travels for a short distance before returning to a liquid state and fusing again with the weapon.".
"Can it make a gun?" Rook asked.
"I can certainly try." Bjorn said as he focused deeply on the weapon, soon it began to form into a crude pistol. Bjorn focused it on the floor and pulled the trigger, the weapon jammed and soon returned to its dormant state.
"So I guess it can't do guns." Rook said with disappointment.
"No, I just don't have every single part of a gun memorized." Bjorn said as he stared at the cylinder and placed it into Rook's hand, "Now, imagine it as a gun and say "Saint Vitus, I call upon your aid.".
"Wait, a second who the hell is Saint Vitus?" Rook said loudly.
"Patron saint of dogs," Bjorn said with a slight bit of anger in his tone.
"They have a big cathedral set up in his honor here in Prague." Jim added, "Hell the guy is worshiped like crazy over here.".
"Yes, he was a hunter who created this weapon to defend Prague from the werewolves who would often roam the vast forests around the area. He happens to be the patron saint of this country and this very town, of course the Catholic church covered up his actions and made him a saint to make up for it. Now please concentrate on the weapon, you have to imagine every piece of the weapon.".
"Okay then." Rook said as he silently mumbled the phrase, soon the cylinder transformed into a pistol similar to the one he carried, he pointed it out the door and pulled the trigger. The muzzle flash from the weapon and a new hole in the screen door showed that it worked, soon enough a small drop of sliver returned back to the weapon. The others looked on in amazement as it returned to its original form.
"Damn right." Rook said happily as he handed it back to Bjorn, we could use this thing to kill just about everything, "Imagine if we could turn it into a bomb of some kind."
"Don't push your luck with the weapon Rook." Bjorn said as he wrapped it back up and locked the case, "Its a symbol of the country's society and its past. If the Purifiers were able to use it then its safe to say that they are in control of this entire city and even the entire country and the ones after us are in incredibly high esteem."
"You think they might come fore it?" Joker looked at Bjorn.
"Most likely, as I said its an incredibly large part of the area's hunter culture.".
"Well I guess you had better hunker down in the basement then, don't worry its nice and warm this time of year and we have accommodations ready for you.".
.............
"At least this water is warm." Andy said as he scrubbed himself clean.
"Aww, don't worry." Wendy said as she sat on the toilet lid across from the tub, "We're in the home of a friendly hunter maybe things are turning around for the better.".
"Still doesn't change why we're here and it also doesn't change the fact that I'm still missing a hand." Andy mumbled.
"Don't be so grumpy." Wendy smiled, "I'm sure that we'll learn to live with you being a wolf, and at least I'm here to help you around the house.".
"So I'm basically going to be a burden." Andy said grumpily as he laid back in the warm, soapy water of the tub.
"Don't look at it like that." Wendy moved closer to the tub and ran her fingers through Andy's hair, "Look at it like a new chance to live happily together with our new family.".
"A family..." Andy said almost trance like, "its been more than a few years since I was part of one of those.".
"Well, when we get back home we'll be one big happy family." Wendy leaned forward and gave ANdy a kiss on the forehead, "Now finish up, Jim said that someone named Jean would be bringing some clothes for you.".
"Yes, I was told to bring you some of the clothes." a man said outside of the door, "Now if you would, open the door then I can give them to you and be on my way.". Wendy got up and smoothed out her shirt as she walked over to the old door and opened it, a young man with smooth black hair opened the door. Wendy was taken aback by his appearance, "I'm sure you thought I was girl when Jim said my name, no?"
"Umm, yes, I thought..." Wendy was cut off.
"No need to explain it," Jean said in a soft tone, "Jim likes to mess around with the pronunciation of my name, I'm originally from Picardy in France and he never lets me forget it.".
"I just thought that there would be at least one female in this place." Wendy said as she took the clothes from Jean.
"I wish there was mon cheri, never the less there is not." Jean said with a smirk, "Luckily the local women are... kind enough to indulge me.".
"Stop flirting with her!" Andy said loudly from the tub.
"That is okay," Jean said over Wendy's shoulder, "I would never think to take a wife from her husband. Its a terrible thing to do, breaking a bond like that I mean."
"Yeah, make sure you don't." Andy grumbled.
"The full moon and werewolves, eh." Jean said, "Now we would appreciate it if you stopped wasting our water and stopped stewing in the bath."
"I will." Andy said loudly as Wendy shut the door and held placed the clothes on the counter. Soon she was holding a towel open near the tub for Andy, "I don't like him."
"Andy, its alright." Wendy said as she wrapped it around Andy and handed him another one to dry himself off with, "He's just being nice and I'm sure he'll act the same way towards you if you act better in the morning.".
"In the morning?" Andy asked.
"Yes, we're going to go to bed now." Wendy said as Andy got dressed, "Its been a long, long day.".
The couple walked downstairs to find Jim alone in the kitchen, "Well, you clean up nice after all." he said warmly.
"Where are the others?" Andy asked.
"In the basement already, setting up their beds and what not." Jim nodded, "Its through that door if you're ready to put in for the night.".
"Thank you sir." Wendy said as she guided Andy towards the door.
"No problem, you have a good night's rest and we'll have ourselves a fine breakfast in the morn." Jim said as he raised his cup in toast to them.
"And this is where you can sleep, bishop, is it?" Jean asked.
"Rook, he name is Rook." Rook said as he snatched a pillow from Jean.
"Oh and if it isn't Wendy and Andy." Jean said as he sauntered up to them, "I hope that you're feeling better now that you're in fresh clothes.". Andy looked at the frenchman in silence, "Well then, I hope you are better in the morning then. As for me, now that you are set I will be retiring for the evening as well.". Andy watched as Jean climbed the stairs to the kitchen and shut the basement door. Clotheslines and sheets divided the beds from one another and gave a modicum of privacy.
Andy sat on a free bed and looked as Wendy closed the sheet curtains around them. She sat down next to him, "Now lay down and let's get some sleep Andy." Wendy said as she helped him lay down on the hard bed.
"Are you going to..." Andy began to ask before Wendy rubbed his shoulder and put her other finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet.
"Yes, I'm going to sleep in the same bed as you." she said with a small smile, "I trust that you have enough control to at least sleep without mauling someone and if not then I'm in a room filled with hunters who know how to deal with you.".
"Okay, I won't do anything I swear." Andy said as he went under the quilt on the bed.
"I know you won't." Wendy said as she joined him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself close, "I missed you, all those days with that bastard Smalls in that horrible mansion of theirs." she said with a sigh. Andy held her with his right arm and smiled at the familiar warmth, he wouldn't try anything but it certainly was comforting to him to have her with him again. Thanks to the combination of the warm bath, warm bed, and a familiar feeling he soon began to drift off to sleep.
Great stuff Nachos...but ( and there's always a but)..Sylvia's contact ( Flamingo Jim) is a Gun Smuggler with a boat who occasionaly does Jobs for the Network...
So I'm hopping that you didn't make " Farm Jim" into " Flamingo Jim" or vice versa...meaning I hope you didn't combine them or something..I hope your getting what I mean...
"Er... Musater... Are you sure this is the best place for us to be right now?" The convoy had stopped at a 24 hour liquor store. Musater needed something to keep his head from throbbing, and Harlow's questions weren't helping. Along with that fething car. It was ugly, and everyone could see it. At least his was camouflaged for some environment. That ugly black thing was just sucking up gas.
"Yes, now shut up." He turned to the man at the counter and put down his 5 bottles of Brandy. "Longar, do you want anything?"
"6 Cases of Malt!" Longar was staring into the beer isle. They had no mead! No mead! What was this, a pigsty?
"So, that's 5 bottles of Brandy, and 6 cases of Malt Liquor. That'll be... 325.65 Please." Musater sighed as he pulled his wallet out.
"Do you take check? And if so, do you have a pen?" Musater pulled out his checkbook. Never leave home without at least 1000 bucks in cash, in at least 6 currencies. And a machete.
"No checks after 12." The man behind the counter was bored.
"Well, feth. I guess I'll pay in cash. Do you accept US?" Musater pulled out 400$ in greenbacks.
"Fine. The malt's in the back." The man behind the counter sighed as he pointed them towards the Malt.
"Thank you, good sir." Musater walked over to the Malt, brandy in his hand. "Longar, go get your malt. We're leaving."
"Musater, I just got started!" Longar had already chugged a case of Malt by the time they reached the isle he was in.
"No, Longar. Let's go." Musater helped carry the malt into the MRAP. He slammed a bottle of Brandy, then threw it at the armored car. It shattered into a million little pieces.
"So... Do you have any safehouses or places we can lie low while I get some men together?" Carl was sitting beside the still knocked out Dez as Musater entered the truck.
"We can go to my apartment. It'll be a bit odd driving up in this, but it's not the worst thing I've driven down 9th Ave." Musater hauled his Booze into the cupholders.
"Good. Good. We can get some reinforcements there and formulate a plan." Carl grabbed a bottle of malt, which was promptly taken back by Longar.
"Get your own fix, bum." He drank the entire bottle in one swig and threw with out the window onto the Black SUV behind them. He heard a lot of swearing, and the horn was going off wildly. He laughed as he grabbed another bottle. This was going to be a fun trip.
OOC: Should be good for WARORK to work from, along with Kais.
ghosty wrote:"You see, we were never trying to take him from you, we were merely trying to protect him. That is what we are doing even now. I may seem to be acting for my own benefits at times, but truly Ryan, I have the Lycan races best interests in mind. The goal may seem convoluted at times, or the path unclear, but you must understand, everything I do has its reasons. Everything I do is for us," She spread her arms wise in gesture, "As a race."
Ryan's eyes narrowed, and he glowered. "And you mean to tell me that the death of two of my wolves at your thugs hands was... to embetter the race?"
Natasha's smile dropped, and she frowned. "I was not told you lost two of your Pack. I heard you lost one. And a hunter also fell."
"Lisa. She was my pack. She died protecting my son from your men. And Vegas."
Natasha's eyebrow arched. "A hunter? Earlier you confessed how they were no more than pests to you."
"Normally I wouldn't care, but she was a sister to someone I hold dear to me. Her death has caused irreversible damage. And how were their deaths furthering the race?" Ryan growled, again letting the anger get to him. If only the Curtains were drawn, and the moonlight wasn't on him, he could think straight.
"Ryan, Ryan... Let us not get petty here. Their deaths had nothing to do with our goals. They died for what they believed in. For you. Is that not enough? Or do you still seek some sort of vengeance against those who wronged you? If it eases your mind, I can have it arranged." The Queen spoke, without remorse, without a hint of care that she was deciding the fates of actual, living people.
"No." Ryan shook his head. He would have his vengeance, in his own time. He would not see them executed without a fight.
"So the matter is settled then."
"For the time being."
Natasha looked at him carefully, and glanced over to Ezruli. Something seemed to concern her, but Ryan could not discern what. Eventually she seemed to come to a decision, and she asked for everyone in the room to leave, except for Ivan. Jarin spoke up, saying his place was at the Queens side, but she dismissed him, saying that she was sure that Ivan would be enough protection. Kerri also left after Ezruli, accepting that she would not be privvy to hear what was about to be said. At least, not until later, if her Queen so deemed it. Soon, the room was silent, except fro Ivans slow, measured breaths, and the distant sounds of the trees rustling.
"Ryan..." Natasha said at last, "I am sure you are apprehensive about the path that lays before you, and I am sure that Star may have told you horror stories about the way we treated her. Let me tell you personally, much of what she said must have been delirium. She had admittedly not had the best experience since her child was born here, I will admit that. But I have no illusions that what she may have told you will have been grossly exaggerated. We gave her all the freedom she wanted, but she would refuse to see her child. She barely left her room, and would only bear to see her child for short periods. An old friend of mine, now, alas, passed away feared she could be suffering from postpartum depression after she gave birth. And we did fear for your little sons life in her hands for prolonged periods."
Ryan frowned, but said nothing. Natasha seized the advantage of his inner turmoil over what she had said, and pushed onward. "We were so overjoyed by her child being born, a pureblood, and strong, that we, and I must confess, this is our fault, well, we gave it so much attention, I feel Star may have been feeling dejected, and spited. I still struggle to imagine it from her point of view, to, after being treated like a princess over nine months, when she found herself no longer the, if you excuse the pun, 'Star' of the show, she became hideously jealous of her own son. I believe that is why she truly ran away with him, not for love of you, but to share his limelight."
Ryan shook his head in disbelief, and Natasha thought, if only for a second, that she had overstepped a little bit too much. Had she gone too far by saying Star had never loved Ryan?
"She said that you were using her to fulfill some sort of... Prophecy?"
Natasha sighed " The Prophecy of the coming of the great wolf. Margo told Star a too many of her stories about the prophecy, and she took them to heart."
Ryan stood up abruptly, and walked over to the window, looking out into the moonlight. "All I want is what's best for my son. The protection you're offering is kind, but I don't get it." He turned, facing Natasha, "Why are you giving so much protection to Cass, if you don't want him for some sort of selective breeding ritual? I don't get it."
The wolf Queen smiled " Prophecy notwithstanding Ryan, your Son...Cass, he is still a Pure Blood as am I...for over a thousand years I have watched as his kind...my kind..where hunted down and destroyed by the leaches...or the Humans" She paused...her voice cracking slightly " Entire packs of Pure Bloods were exterminated by the Vampires...who recognized our extrodinary powers...who see us as a threat to there bid for supremecy....Trust me when I tell you...they will indeed come for your child...and alone...you will never be able to stop them...not all of them"
Ryan glared at the surface of the window pain, his finger tip tracing a circle on it.
"You see," Natasha continued " little Cass is more than just a pup. He is Pure Blood, born to reighn ...but also born to be Hunted." Natasha turned to Ivan " My wolves they will defend him even at the cost of their own lives, they will do so without question. As for my own motives, I am simply torn between my own personal feelings, and that of a business women. I too, was born a pureblood. I wish for nothing more than little Cass to grow up without fear. I wish for him the life that I, sadly, never attained. In addition, I see him as... an investment. This may sound crass, and so I apologize, but he is a pureblood. A pureblood is unbelievable powerful, and eventually he will be unstoppable. A real asset to have at my side."
Oh, you remembered me, how sweet. But, I must say that I am sorry that terrible thing happened to you
"What?"
Well, to be honest, for a moment I thought you were going to die, and if you did, where else would I go? I enjoy our banter
"Speaking of death..."
Hm
"... how did you die?"
Very interesting story. In Empire City-
"You were in Empire City?"
Yes, yes I was. As I was saying, in Empire City, I was lost, just like you have been oh so many times now. Amanda and Musatie wanted my help, and I worked for them until I realized how wrong it all was, and then I betrayed them
"How did you betray them?" Dez asked, intrigued.
I killed Musatie, but then that bitch Amanda killed me
"And that is why nobody knew where Musatie had gone."
Exactly. Now, enough storytelling for today, your getting better, and you need to awake...
FITZZ wrote: Great stuff Nachos...but ( and there's always a but)..Sylvia's contact ( Flamingo Jim) is a Gun Smuggler with a boat who occasionally does Jobs for the Network... So I'm hopping that you didn't make " Farm Jim" into " Flamingo Jim" or vice versa...meaning I hope you didn't combine them or something..I hope your getting what I mean...
I thought that there were two Jims mentioned. Flamingo Jim is the boat guy and I picture him close to either a Jamaican fellow or someone who really likes Jimmy Buffett.
BIC:
Wendy stood along the side of a dock with Andy and the others, waiting for the boat to arrive and take them out of the city. Andy stood there smiling broadly and the sun was just setting, casting a pinkish red among the clouds in the sky. A feeling of calm enveloped her as the dream progressed until suddenly she saw Andy topple over, crimson leaked from from his body as he lay motionless on the concrete of the dock. The others turned and looked for where the shooter was, each one was laid low by a mysterious source and soon she stood there alone, among a quartet of corpses. Something told her to turn around, she tried to fight the urge but she couldn't stop it. A black figure stood behind her and grabbed her by the neck as she finished her 180 turn, it was a pale man under a black hood, but the man seemed familiar. The figure took his free hand and pulled down the hood, Small's sickly face was there grinning from ear to ear as he looked down at her, and he whispered "Soon my darling Wendy, soon you will be mine forever and ever for all of eternity." before he began to overpower her and forced her to the ground among the bodies.
Wendy bolted upright in the bed and grabbed her pounding forehead the message in the dream rushed around between her ears. She looked over at Andy who had began waking up thanks to her sudden movements, "Andy? Are you awake?"
"Yeah, just a bit." he said sleepily, "What's wrong?".
"We're still in trouble, I know we are." Wendy said as she sat closer to him.
"Well yeah, I know we're still in trouble. The hunters want to get us before we leave.".
"No," Wendy shook her head, "Smalls. Smalls is after us."
"He's still alive?" Andy sat up and rubbed his sleep encrusted eyes, "I didn't see him with the others at the house."
"He's very much alive." Wendy said, "And he's very much infatuated with me. He wants me and hates you because you have me, when I was tied up in that warehouse he told me that he wanted to make me one of his concubines."
"He said that?" Andy said, too tired to be angry at the moment, "That's not very nice, but that means he could be stalking us right?"
"I think he is right now." Wendy said, "I just have this feeling that he's out in the fields or in the forest somewhere, watching us and waiting for the right time to strike."
"Should we tell the others then?" Andy asked.
"It would make me feel better if there wasn't a chance he could surprise us." Wendy nodded slightly.
"Okay then." Andy got out of bed and cracked his back stretching, "I'll tell them all.". Andy went to each hunter and woke them up, telling them that there was a chance that Smalls could be following them telling them about Wendy's vision. At first they thought it was just a nightmare, something created by her mind out of the fear of what could happen but then again she managed to come back from the dead as a human instead of a vampire. They went upstairs to tell the safe house owners about what could be following them.
"Sounds like a bastard to me." Jim said groggily.
"Indeed, the man is an ass just for that one reason." Jean said as he began making coffee for everyone, "Other then that from what you said he is a traitor.".
"Agreed." Vincent said as he sat at the rough wooden table.
"We'll get everything set up just in case he comes here." Joker said, "I never saw the guy but he sounds like a psycho, imagine someone in love with a woman who's already married. His target will probably be Andy first and then us if we get in his way, he's going to be dangerous.".
"He won't get her." Andy said, "And if he comes close I'm going to force feed him his own balls.".
"I'm sure we'll be able to deal with him." Rook said confidently, "Its only one guy after all.".
ineptus astartes wrote:A little out of place in Prague dontcha, think? Mon?
Which is why he doesn't live in Prague IIRC, but either way I think it would be funny as hell having a Jamaican guy on a boat saving them.
Flamingo Jim doesn't live in Prague, he just happened to be near Prague unloading a shipment of guns and such to some "gangster types"...
As far as his native origins...Jamaica is as good as anywhere else...though I initialy pictured him as a cross between Bogie in African Queen and DeNiro in Cape Fear.
But I'm fine with whatever ...
ineptus astartes wrote:A little out of place in Prague dontcha, think? Mon?
Which is why he doesn't live in Prague IIRC, but either way I think it would be funny as hell having a Jamaican guy on a boat saving them.
Flamingo Jim doesn't live in Prague, he just happened to be near Prague unloading a shipment of guns and such to some "gangster types"...
As far as his native origins...Jamaica is as good as anywhere else...though I initialy pictured him as a cross between Bogie in African Queen and DeNiro in Cape Fear.
But I'm fine with whatever ...
ineptus astartes wrote:A little out of place in Prague dontcha, think? Mon?
Which is why he doesn't live in Prague IIRC, but either way I think it would be funny as hell having a Jamaican guy on a boat saving them.
Flamingo Jim doesn't live in Prague, he just happened to be near Prague unloading a shipment of guns and such to some "gangster types"...
As far as his native origins...Jamaica is as good as anywhere else...though I initialy pictured him as a cross between Bogie in African Queen and DeNiro in Cape Fear.
But I'm fine with whatever ...
I go for common names, or people in movies. Don't worry I'm not in the CIA or anything like that.
That and my grandmother was named Jeanie, pronounced like 'Genie'.
On a side note, I had discussed the weapon with Fitzz and being the good Catholic that I am, I know all of the saints and what they patron by heart. . Anyways I knew about St. Vitus being patron sait of dog bites before, but found out that the guy actually is a really big thing in Prague and the Czech Republic and knew that there was no way in hell I could pass it up.
Want to hear something funny? Saint Nicholas, whom we all adore as the fellow who delivers presents to us is also the patron saint of sailors, repentant thieves, and prostitutes. In fact the prostitute and gift giving parts are hand in hand story wise.
Joker laid there at the kitchen table clenching his fist thinking of his past life. All this death, it made him uncomfortable how none of it was new. His "father" had made him so accustomed to it. He owed that man a lot though and wouldn't do anything to ever betray him. After all, with all the screwed up things in his new life it was better than his childhood. He sat back in his chair and drifted in to his memories.
It was his first night in the king's mansion he had never seen something so beautiful and lavish. Joker sat at the large dining table stuffing his face with food. He sat there alone in eerie silence.. The king entered the room with two armed guards packing heat at there side. Joker instantly stopped gorging himself on the food and got out of the chair ready to stand attention.
"So, you did good my son, very good, but you're not reborn yet. There is more you must do before you are truly one of us and get your name." The king said as he walked circles around the orphan studying him. The king was a young man in his thirties with slicked back black hair and a few scars on his face. He always seemed to have a stern cold look on his face.
"I'll do anything, my loyaltys are to you father." The young boy stated nervous about the coming task.
"Good, loyalty is all I require. Follow me. This task will prove to be much more...concise than your last." Joker followed the King and his armed guards into the basement of the mansion. The boy felt sick to his stomach at what he saw, a man covered in blood and bound to a chair. He looked as if he had been beaten for hours. The mans head suddenly shot up as the King and his entourage descended down the stairs. He was screaming in tongues because of the gag shoved in his mouth. "What is this?" Joker asked terrified at what they were going to do to him or the man.
"Your rebirth," The king stated circling around the boy and putting his hands resting on his shoulders. "You will kill this man my son."
"Why!?" Joker called out "What did he do?"
"It doesn't matter what he did. It matters that I told you to do it. You will obey what I say without question. Do you understand me young man?" The king stated as if a parent teaching a kid a valuable life lesson. The armed guard pulled out a large knife and offered it to Joker. The young boy recoiled at the knife at first then looked to his father, the blood was rushing to his face and he was getting angry.
'Y-yes father" Joker said shakily taking the knife and walking toward the bound up man. The wild thrashing and screaming got louder as Joker came closer. He took one last glance at his father who appeared on edge as if watching a movie, almost fascinated.
Joker turned back to the man and froze for a moment, then screamed as his plunged the knife into the mans chest. The tortured mans eyes shot open and stared into the boys. Then he slumped down slowly and closed his eyes.
Joker felt the hands of the King once again resting on his shoulders. "Good work my son. I mean, good work Joker." And just like that, he had a new identity. The old him was dead, lost for ever. He was reborn.
halonachos wrote:Wow, Joker murdered a guy, all Andy did was torture them.
Joker's killed lots of people, but that was his first kill and he was a young boy. He doesn't really care who he kills now as long as he has a good reason for it.
halonachos wrote:Wow, Joker murdered a guy, all Andy did was torture them.
Joker's killed lots of people, but that was his first kill and he was a young boy. He doesn't really care who he kills now as long as he has a good reason for it.
A good reason being, being told to do it? Joker is evil, pure evil compared to Andy.
All Hunters are "evil" from a certian point of view...
And almost none of them are what could be called " upright citizens"...it's the nature of the game...the only Righteous Hunters ( and that's in their eyes..) are the Purifiers...as they genuienly believe they are doing "Gods work"
... ...Andy is borderline psychotic, a bit of a con artist and at times outright delusional...with a dash of narcisist on top.
Yeah, but all of that's math for you, a negative times a negative times a negative times a negative equals a positive. Mathematically speaking Andy is really a nice guy.
... ...Andy is borderline psychotic, a bit of a con artist and at times outright delusional...with a dash of narcisist on top.
Yeah, but all of that's math for you, a negative times a negative times a negative times a negative equals a positive. Mathematically speaking Andy is really a nice guy.
...Granted, and of course I never said Andy wasn't a nice guy...but clearly Andy's views on problem solving and the world around him don't exactly jibe with " Ms.Manners afternoon tea"....
The Hunters for the most part exist on the fringes of society..their constant dealing with " things that go bump in the night" don't allow them the luxary of a normal life or outlook on things...
...It's basicly the old " When you stare into the abyss " adage ...they face darkness on a daily basis...leaving them pretty damn dark inside as well...sure they can compensate and cover...even adapt...but the scars are always there.
halonachos wrote:I don't know I think it adds character to him. On a side note, should we keep RPing in the farmhouse or is there a possible event coming soon?
Ha, funny you should ask...I was just a few moments ago musing over that very thing...I would say that an event in the near future is likely....but until then RP away.
halonachos wrote:No he hasn't he's killed werewolves and vampires.
And Humans.
Sean doesn't count, an Opriknniki killed him.
True...but Andy helped..
...And there was no Opriknniki around when Andy offed the old guy ( who's name I can't recall atm) who set him,Vegas and Colt up.
halonachos wrote:Ummm, he was a ghoul, yeah he was a ghoul before there were even ghouls in the game...
Was he?...Seems I remember Pontuis paying him off and striking bargins with him...As I recall he was just a backstabing corrupt bastard...but still human..
Course I may be mistaken...it has been a while .
... ...Andy is borderline psychotic, a bit of a con artist and at times outright delusional...with a dash of narcisist on top.
Yeah, but all of that's math for you, a negative times a negative times a negative times a negative equals a positive. Mathematically speaking Andy is really a nice guy.
Didn't your parents/teachers every tell you 2 wrongs don't make a right, Though Gary Larson did a cartoon where scientists discover that a wrong to the power of the negative of sevral wrongs divided by pi make a right or something like that.
Andy still has hope, and Joker is what Joker does, dem clowns is nuts
... Player Event..Combat Resolution...Ballroom Blitz ( Liked it so much I had to use it..).....
...Lilith jumped slightly as behind her the heavy doors banged shut forcefully, she turned slightly to see V'ral leaning casually against the far stone wall a, a mixture of amusement and antcipation on his necrotic face..
Again, Lilith experianced an unfamilar sense of dread...the desire to simply flee filled her for a brief instant...but centuries of arrogance would not...could not ..allow such thoughts..she quickly pushed them away and spoke in a deeply intoxicating and forceful voice to the figure above her...
" Your new found confidence is refreshing Little one" Lilith hissed " Would that you had displayed it sooner perhaps things would not have come to this.."
Scarlet took several more steps slowly down the stone staircase...her fingertips lightly caressing the cold walls as she did...
" But tonight Little One...all debts shall be paid" Lilith continued " You shall suffer...as I suffered ..when you left me a charred and helpless shell ...forced to prowl the stinking underbelly of the damniable city in search of substidance....forced to feed on all manner of vermin and refuse." Lilith's voice rose " Long have I invisioned this night...long have I dreamed of taking you into my arms once again.."
Scarlet paused, standing several yards in front of Lilith, her eyes cold..locking on the vampire...a small laugh passing over her parted lips...
" Lilith...you are like a petulant child" Scarlet mocked " You haven't the vaguest idea of what true injustice is...for centuries you tormented and vexed me....yet you would claim you have suffered.." Scarlet laughed
" If you have suffered ...it was your own hand that brought that suffering upon you..." Scarlet sighed..." But...you are correct about one thing...all debts shall be paid tonight..all grievances shall be ended."
Nero and Olivia moved rapidly, taking posisitions against the far walls..
Lilith felt a rage she had not felt in over a hundred years explode within her..." You Dare challenge me!!" she roared, baring her fangs...
Scarlet spread her arms in a cross like visage and smiled, her mouth splitting wide to reveal rows of dagger like fangs " I Dare" she said as a set of tentacled apendages tore from her sides, waving lightly over head, their barbed tips dripping with an odd vicous fluid..
Lilith recoiled, her heart gripped as if by an icy hand..." Abomination.." she whispered..her eyes darting back towards the sealed door...
Scarlet smiled wider, closing the distance between herself and Lilith as two more apendages, these tipped with scythe like blades erupted from her back and clashed together..seeming to anticipate the coming blood.
Lilith whirled madly ...her mind racing...what had she allowed herself to be led into...she was trapped...
Turning to face the creature that approached , the Vampire forced all fear away...regaudless of what now stood before her...she was Lilith and she would have her vengence..
Moving with adder speed, Lilith struck...slicing deeply into Scarlet's throat...a roar on her lips as she relished the killing blow...
Then her eyes widened as the gapping wound began to knit closed ...
" This cannot be" Lilith thought as she quickly transformed to a mist and attempted to rise ...avoiding the thrashing striking tentacles by mere inches...
" Oh no..no no" Scarlet chuckled..." That shall not hide you..not any longer", the tentacled apendages grasped an oil lantern from a nearby table and flung it towards Liliths shadow form where it exploded sending a gout of flame skyward..
Lilith shrieked...though unharmed ...the memory of the flames that had consumed her before invaded her mind...she dropped to the stone floor bellow thrashing madly...
Again the barbed tentacles lashed out, Lilith once again barely managing to duck out of the way and return a blow herself..this time slashing into Scarlet's chest...intent on ripping her heart from her body...
Lilith gasped as her blow was deflected by an organic shield of chitonous bone plate which encased Scarlet's chest...
Lilith stumbled backwards, her head shaking back and forth violently..." What have you become Little One?...what are you!!"
Scarlet sneered at the vampire...her eyes narrowing with malicious glee.." You shall have your answer soon enough.." she said with a nod..
Lilith leapt away, she knew now she would not best this creature...her only hope was to escape..return to Caine...
She moved rapidly towards the bolted doors...intent on smashing through if she must...her eyes feel upon V'ral...who only offered her a pity filled smile..
" You..." Lilith hissed " You knew..."
Lilith's fist drove into the unyielding surface of the closed doors...splintering the frame, but allowing no passage...
The Vampire shrieked drawing her fist back to strike again...as she was violently lifted and torn backwards, several tentacles wrapped tightly around her arms and legs...gripping around her body...
" You dare not!!" Lilith screamed as she was drug thrashing franticly towards a grinning Scarlet, Nero and Olivia now standing besides her...
" Hold Her" Scarlet hissed..glaring down at the shrieking Vampire..Nero and Olivia moved swiftly, their own tentacled limbs enfolding Lilith as well...
" Scarlet!!..Release me!!..." Lilith pleaded " Release me!!!"
Scarlet smiled broadly, her fanged mouth positively cheerful as she replied " But Lilith...that is exactly what I intend to do.."
Lilith threw back her head and shrieked as the scythe like appendages drove deep withing her body...snapping of inside as the vissicitude spread through her..
"A real asset. That fills me with assurance over your concept of life." Ryan sighed. He didn't like Natasha, but everything she had said to him so far seemed to ring true. Star had seemed more concerned about her own well being than her child's, and had seemed hell bent on being with him...
"So, what's in it for me?" Ryan said finally. "I can hardly sit around watching my son grow up. I need a purpose at least. Something to keep me ticking by."
Natasha smiled. "I have the perfect job opportunity for you, if you so choose to stay with us here."
OOC: Really really short piece, just to tie things up at the mansion.
Andy looked out of the window, the house was lacking a TV and the radio they had only played local music not even dubbed versions of recognizable tunes back from the states. An alert blared from the radio, "A massive fireball tore through the industrial district today as a warehouse presumed to have housed fireworks caught fire earlier in the morning. The fire department has not yet commented on the fire, but foul play is suspected. Stay tuned to KV-105 for further developments." the voice said in Czech.
halonachos wrote:Anyways, enough fooling, back to some RPing.
Ask and you shall receive...
BIC: Harlow did his best to dodge the bottles of alcohol being thrown out of the truck's window. He was driving behind Musater and it seemed that either him or Longar were bored and were deciding to entertain themselves by making Harlow swerve back and forth. Every time he had to do so, Harlow snarled a little under his breath, these antics were far from funny to him.
"And they think we're attracting attention..." Holly said annoyed. "If any cop sees him doing that we'll be in trouble for sure."
Harlow thought about it for a moment and then answered. "He's rich and he's old as dirt, when you get to be as old as us, the laws of men fly out the window, especially the stupid ones." He said shaking his head.
The two vehicles were able to make it to the apartment complex without problem though, they pulled into a parking garage next to the building and parked both in two vacant spots in the back of the complex. The six made their way as quietly as possible inside. Longar was clearly in a better mood from the sound of his laughing, though with Musater it was hard to tell. Carl looked pleased that his son was now conscious and was helping him walk along behind the group. Holly wore the same neutral look she always did, as did Harlow. The lobby was empty at this time of night and so they passed through unhindered and made their way up the elevators each carrying some sort of cargo until they all made it to Musater's apartment.
It was an apartment by name only as Harlow had seen smaller houses, of course, with Musater's influence and power it was hard not to see why, it seemed they would all be comfortable here until they figured out their next move. Immediately, everyone headed towards the den and set their things on the floor next to them. Carl layed Dez down on one of the couches and Harlow sat on another one across from them with Holly. Musater and Longar proceeded to the kitchen with the rest of their drinks which reminded Harlow of something he snagged from the warehouse.
"Take this in there too." He said tossing Musater a box of beers he'd found in the hunter's truck. Musater looked at the box a little confused.
"Where did you get these?" He asked. Harlow looked at him with an arced eyebrow.
"Does it matter? They'll taste like gak if they're warm." He said and sat back down. He looked at Carl as Musater left the room again. A few moments of silence passed as Harlow studied Carl.
"So what's your story?" Harlow asked.
"Pardon?" Asked Carl.
"Dez said you were in Natasha's custody when I first met him. You looked pretty beat up when I found you, I'm guessing you escaped." Harlow said nonchalantly.
"Yes, I did, she had me as a prisoner in her mansion and...had me tortured." Carl replied as if trying to look for the right words.
"What for?" Holly asked curiously. Carl sighed audibly, turning to the two wolves with his head bowed.
"She...was interested in my birthright. I am a pureblood." He said reluctantly. Holly's eyes grew wide but Harlow wasn't surprised.
"A lot of that going around it seems." Harlow said simply.
"I dont get it." Holly said confused. "Natasha is obsessed with her bloodline, why would she keep you as a prisoner if you are the same kind as her?"
Carl looked at her spitefully. "I have gone through life hating myself for what I am. I have dedicated it to helping those cursed with lycanthropy, specifically ones who have fought it before. She calls me a traitor to my own kind and that is why she despises me."
"Wait a minute." Harlow said leaning forwards. "You're telling me you help hunters turned wolf?" He asked seriously. Carl nodded.
"I have spent many years taking them under my wing, together we have formed a group called the 'Lunar Brotherhood' perhaps they can help our combined efforts. I'll need to make a few calls though." Carl said and then was silent. The three sat again in silence for a few moments and finally Harlow took a whiff. His nose crinkled with distaste and he sniffed again.
He got up and grabbed some fresh clothes from his bag and passed Musater in the hall.
"You got a shower I could use? A lot of us smell like gak around here." He asked. Musater simply nodded uncaringly and pointed with a thumb over his shoulder, saying nothing and carrying a bottle of brandy with him to the den. Harlow found the bathroom, another piece of luxury and started the water running in the tub which was probably big enough for two or three people. As he took of his dirty clothes he examined the wounds he had received earlier; one from the warehouse and one from the docks. He winced momentarily and found the salve Carl had used on Dez and put some on himself. It stung and burned some but the pain reminded him he was alive and so that was a good thing. Soon, the water was done running and steamed gently from the tub. Harlow climbed in, having found a flask of whiskey in his bag. He sat there, trying to relax for a minute and unwind, something the drink and hot water helped immensely.
He closed his eyes wearily and began to think on his idea...over the next few minutes in his mind it became a plan of action. Harlow had no doubts that it was risky, extremely so, but if it worked his chances of living through the coming storm were going to be much better. This of course was at the expense of other's own survival but to be quite honest he didn't care. He had stopped caring long ago and wasn't ashamed of it one bit...
He thought about how he was going to execute it, he would need some privacy to set it in motion and it would have to happen in utter secrecy lest the whole thing be blown. But Harlow was confident that he could do that at least. That bit of thinking done, he tossed his flask up on the bathroom counter and submerged his head under the water for a moment...enjoying the way the water relaxed his muscles...
If this was going to work he was going to need some steady nerves...
OOC: That should give room for Kais to do his thing...whatever that may be...
... Natasha seated herself across from where Ryan now stood, crossing her long muscular legs and slowly twirling one booted foot casually...
" Foremost" Natasha said " Despite your youth...you are powerful beyond your years...possesing the cunning and streagth of a wolf several times your age...one can only marvel at how amazingly strong you shall be when you have existed for centuries.." Natasha nodded " Therefor I wish to offer you a place amongst my elite...The Black Claw...not mearly as a member mind you...but as a Pack Leader.."
Ryan laughed a bit at this " Won't your ..elder wolves take issue with a...pup like me being handed such a high rank..?"
Natasha only smiled " Ryan...I have absolute faith that you will be more than able to assert your dominace...I grant you no possistion that I do not firmly believe you deserve..."
Ryan nodded slightly...
" Furthermore" Natasha continued " You would also serve as the child's guard and mentor...allowing you to spend all the time you'd wish too with your son." The Queen ran her fingers through her coal black hair " You would see to his protection...his education as a young wolf..."
Ryan narrowed his eyes " And his possisition as ..Royalty..as a Pure Blood?..who would educate him in those affairs?"
Natasha sighed and leaned back in her chair " You know the answer to that already...Myself and My sister Erzuli would see to those needs...in time...your son shall be a King"
Ryan remained silent , his face thoughtful..
" I realize your hesitance Ryan...understand it even" Natasha continued " But I implore you to understand...what I do...what I offer is indeed for you and your sons best interest...with you and my forces at his side...no blood sucker will ever be able to harm Cass...you will be able to raise your child in the knowledge that an army stands ready to defend him...to ensure he is not ..cut down...as so many Pure Bloods have been in the past."...a tear glistened in Natasha's eye as she spoke and she angrily wiped it away , her voice cracking slightly " So many Pure Blood's flame have been extiguished by those damnable leeches ...those vile and murderous humans...Cass' flame already burns brightly...let it be a beacon for our kind...rather than a light to guide his enemies ...our enemies ..to him."
The priest knelt over the prone form of Ramirez, intoning quiet prayers that any devout member of any right-handed religion would have retched at. Nakizy had long since cleared the room to make it free of any unaffiliated with the Six-Fingered Hand. Kraub leaned forward eagerly, eyes wide with anticipation and excitement. Nakizy produced a pitcher of a red liquid, and bade one of the Purifiers to pry open Ramirez's mouth.
"A final communion, Father? Is he that far gone?"
Nakizy smiled at the Purifier as he uncorked the pitcher and began to pour the contents down the burned man's throat, the ichor making small, soft lapping sounds as it trickled down his throat. "The Blood of Christ heals all wounds, even the wounds of one so badly wounded by the Heretic. He will recover." Ramirez gurgled softly, twitching as his eyes rolled madly about in his sockets. He convulsed, vomiting a jet of blood onto the ceiling. Kraub backed away, the shock and horror evident on his face. "Father, what is happening to him? What have you done?"
Nakizy offered the Administrator a grandfatherly smile as he replied; "Through the Blood of Christ, all things are possible. Pain is a natural part of all life. We are born into pain and exit this world howling a agonizing lament. Ramirez is being born again, the pain he is feeling must be incredible. Do not pity him, rejoice, for this is what we have been promised. Life after death." The Administrator nodded dumbly, making the sign of the Cross as he watched in mute horror as Ramirez stopped writhing and pushed himself up from the bed. Nakizy laughed, throwing his arms wide in an embrace. "Welcome Child of God, to your Second Life."
... " We're making decent time ...could be there by morning.." The tall man in the gaudy Hawain shirt said to his deckhands as he deftly navigated the river bend.
" Still can't get a clear signal to contact this Joker fella" a burly giant of a man said entering the boats wheelhouse " done tried three times this past hour"
The Captain , who went by the colorful moniker of Flamingo Jim nodded " Figured as much...we should be able to get a better signal as we near Prague and get out of this dead zone...try again in a half hour ok Murry?"
The big man nodded, but his scraggly face appeared worried " I'll try Cap...but.."
Jim raised an eyebrow " But?"
" Are ya sure we should be getting involved in all of this..?" Murry asked flatly " I mean...I know Ms. Novak's a friend of yours..know she's paid ya good for the other jobs you've done for her...but ...this."
" You afraid the big bad wolf will nibble on ya Murry" Jim laughed " Thought you were made of tougher stuff.."
The giant shook his head " I ain't gonna lie Cap...I don't like dealing with these...Network jobs...never was much of a horror movie fan...like it even less now that I know the monsters are real..and I damn sure don't much care for being in the middle of this sort of thing."
Flamingo Jim nodded " ..Tell the truth Murry..neither do I..but Sylvia and I go way back...and besides...she paid us a pretty penny to get this Bruss guy out of Prague.."
Murry shuddered " So it don't bother you to have a werewolf...I mean an honest to god..hair sprouting..flesh eating werewolf on our boat...during a full moon no less?"
" Why should it" Came a voice from behind Murry " Not like we haven't dealt with them before.."
Both Jim and Murry turned slightly as a tall, tanned woman in cut offs and a tank top entered the wheelhouse, a huge .45 strapped to her lovely hip.
" See Murry...Trish will protect both of us" Jim laughed " Just hide behind her if this Bruss guy get's to toothy for you.."
Trish laughed and shoved the big man playfully " This big bastard couldn't hide behind a dump truck let alone me."
Murry frowned and shook his head again " You two joke if you want...but I still don't like it.."
" Look big guy" Trish said as she yanked the magazine from her pistol..." Pure silver hollow points...gauranted to stop any big bad wolf that get's to close to your scared ass...and we have about a hundred rounds of them...think that's enough to make you feel safe around one single wolf?"
Murry shrugged " I'd feel safer if we put him in a cage or something.."
Trish laughed again " Well...that would be pretty damn rude...we're supposed to be rescuing this guy...not taking him hostage...remember...he's got a mess of those religious nuts trying to kill him..The Six Fingered Hand..you renenber what they did to Karen the last time we were in Prague don't you?"
Murry nodded " All the more reason to stay out of the whole thing...those crazies have agents everywhere...do you really want to wave a red flag in their faces?"
Trish shrugged lighting a cigarette " They die...same as anyone else...feth them."
Murry uttered a short laugh " Must be nice to be so fearless...you'll have to teach me how you do it."
The woman smiled " Can't teach you...I was born this way."
Flamingo Jim smiled as he watched the woman again playfully shove the big man, but inside he to was worried...he'd lost contact with Sylvia and was now speeding towards god alone knew what..
He'd keep his word and get this Bruss character out of Prague and back to Sylvia and her people....but he prayed it would be worth it...he prayed he and his friends weren't getting into more than they bargined for..
Well there ya go Nachos, your ride is on the way...
just thought I'd throw that write up out into the thread...mostly because I was awake and bored, but also so everyone could get a look/feel for the "rescue party"...
I see Trish as a sort of " sexy biker girl" tough and capable.
..Murry...big lovable ox type of guy, strong as all hell...but a bit of a worrier..obviously..
And of Course Flamingo Jim is a nicer version of Deniro in Cape Fear...
Bit of back story, the woman ( Karen) that Trish refered to, was killed by members of the Six Fingered Hand several years ago when Jim and his crew were attempting to smuggle some " Holy Relics" that were being sought by Marilus, out of Prague and back into the States to Katz.
Dez had heard the conversation that had taken place between Carl, Holly and Harlow. It was good that they were going to get reinforcements. They needed them. The simple thought of going in to fight Natasha worried him, but at the same time, he was exhilarated. They will fight her, and she will die, along with all who stand faithful to her.
"Hey, Bill, is that you?" Carl asked, keeping the phone to his ear.
"Carl? That's you right?" he heard on the other hand, and it was Bill, but he sounded different. "Thank God, Carl, the Brotherhood, we were attacked by Hunters, some Purifier guys. They killed so many of us. We have about ten people left."
Carl was silent for a moment. Dear God. Their numbers had been decimated, and it was by the same people that they had killed earlier. All he had worked on, all he had built, gone.
All of it was gone.
"Who got out alive, and what did you manage to get out?" Carl asked desperately.
"Uh, we got Tim, Mary, Ben, Tristan, Joe, uhhh, myself of course, and, well I can't really tell you right now, we're still in shock. But we've got the Blackbird, and we managed to get some weapons out. Oh, of course, we got Victor and the scientists."
That was good. The scientists helped create all of their weapons and equipment. And the fact that Bill had managed to get the Blackbird out was a great relief.
"Okay, Bill, I know this may be a lot to ask of you, but we need help. Dez got badly hurt in an explosion but he is starting to heal fairly well now, and hes conscious, but we need some help, if you can just send Tim and one or two others to help that would be much appreciated."
"Okay, and we can send you a magic user, seeing as these Necromancers are the only reason were still alive."
Carl's eyes widened.
"Necromancers?"
"Yeah, they obviously knew that we were gonna be attacked, and they helped us to escape."
Carl thought about this. Necromancers? They hardly ever mobilized and made an appearance. Things must be changing.
"That would be great. Thanks Bill."
"We can lock onto your position and send the Blackbird to the woods right by you," Bill said, with renewed vigor. "So anyway, who or what are you attacking? Seeing as how you wouldn't need any reinforcements otherwise."
Dez sat up, very slowly, as to not exert himself, and, very slowly again, stood up. Harlow and the others were too busy getting themselves clean and ready to notice him. He walked, limping all the way, to the door, and went outside, gritting his teeth slightly at each footstep. He needed some fresh air.
Carl was outside, and Dez saw him just switch off his mobile, before he turned and saw him, immediately rushing over to help him.
"No, no, I'm fine really," Dez said, pushing him away slightly.
"You sure?" Carl asked, moving away a little.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"I called in some reinforcements, turns out that the Purifiers attacked Headquarters. There is only about ten of them left."
Dez was surprised by this, and felt sorry, but nothing surprised him much anymore. And he had no tears left to give. He felt slightly hollow inside.
You're not surprised are you? The Purifiers seem to know everything right now
"No, I'm not. And yes, they do," Dez replied with thought.
"You know, there is something I want to tell you, something I missed out about the prophecy the Oracle gave your mother and I about you."
Dez's eyes lit up.
"Yes?" he asked intently.
"The reason why you could be such a dark force. Its a prophecy I was also given by her."
"Yes? Yes?"
"You and I are both in a direct line of powerful werewolves, leading directly back to Lycaelon."
"The first Werewolf," Dez said, his lips dry, eyes wide.
Carl nodded.
"Thats why we are in so much danger of becoming a force for evil. Hell, if Natasha knew she would be on you at the click of a finger. I was in the Lycaelon clan as a child, before most of the purebloods were killed. My father, and his also were both killed. Natasha most probably doesn't even remember, just thinks that I was a random pureblood pup. She is related to him, but not in such a direct line. She may or may not know it," Carl laughed. "Complicated family stuff isn't it."
"I suppose," Dez answered, stunned by the reality of it all.
"That is why you are special, Dez. You are more powerful than most pups of your age. And also because of your mother."
"What about my mother?"
"She was a magic user, a Necromancer, a damned good one as well. Looked up to by the majority of Necromancers. Her death was a great loss to them.
"My mother was a Necromancer?"
"Yeah," Carl chuckled, a tear in his eye. "You are very special, Dez. You have the strength and cunning of a werewolf, in a bloodline leading directly back to your great, great, great,great , whatever grandfather. You also have the spirit and intellect of a Necromancer, even though you most probably will never be able to use the magic. Well, I suppose some Werewolves have been able to."
...So..the LB now has Necromancer???..or Necromancer Werewolves ( since the were originally supposed to be made up solely of Hunters turned wolf, but seem to "expand" in their make up /content )...And Carl..who was a Pure Blood Pup in the 1800's and a part of the same Pure Blood back that Natasha was part of for several centuries now has a "secret unknown lineage" to Lycaelon and a necromancer wife that may infuse Dez with "extra magical powers"?...am I reading this correctly???...I just want to really make sure that I am reading things correctly .
Musater sat down on his bed. The sounds of the city night filled the air around him. They were familiar, calming almost. The sound of the traffic was like the sound of bagpipes. Haunting, but somehow made you feel alright. The noise of the airplanes flying overhead helped to sooth his aches and pains. He lay down in his mattress, something he had not done in days. It felt good, the soft down comforting his swollen and battered body.
"Hey. Thanks for the shower." Harlow stepped out, holding on to his old clothes, wrapped in nothing but a towel.
"There is a change of clothes in my closet, if you want." Musater hugged the pillow tighter, trying to get another scent of comfort. The scent of his wife.
"I'll stick to my clothes. Thanks for the offer, though." Harlow walked back into the lavatory to change. Musater sighed as he let go of the pillow. He gazed at it for a while. The indent in it was the shape of her head. The scent was of her coconut shampoo. He stood up, walking to the window of the room. Placing his head on the glazed glass, he began to muse to himself.
"Oh gods, why have you forsaken me? You have killed my sister, killed my wife, and have sent me the misfortune of being forced to kill my own flesh and blood. I would rather walk with the Infernus than take the path you have laid out for me. But, alas, I dare not. You have given me a mission, and I will take it. No matter how harrowing, I will overcome the obstacles and set the natural order straight. Things will be normal once more, and I will be free from the bonds that shackle me to a life of living in the shadows. I will become immortal in the books of tomorrow, and I will live on in infamy or glory. Which one, I cannot tell. May whoever has watched over me make the choice for me, for I have not the gall nor the will to make such a monumental decision myself."
Musater walked back to the bed, and lay down. He listened to the Great Wolf's massive world, searching for a humanii to save, and a Humanii to kill. He found one mere minutes after he began his folly into the extra-sensory journey. 1223 6th street, Apartment F. He went into his closet. Pulling out a fresh pressed suit, he found his tie. Solid red, no sheen. It was like staring into a fountain of dried blood, that tie was. The suit was all black, the color of a night under the eyes of the Damned, the stars who gaze down in envy at the living. Grabbing the sledgehammer, body bag, and bleach, he opened the door to the bathroom. Inside, Harlow was tying up his boots.
"Um, privacy here?" Harlow looked appalled that Musater had opened the door to such a private place.
"We're going to go get food. Let's go." Musater closed the door. Going into the front hallway, he grabbed the Machete and thigh strap, placing it on himself. Noticing that Carl's son had awoken from his prolonged slumber, he spoke to the wolf. "I am getting a feast for us. I will be back within the day. The files are in the cabinet, along with anything you may need. There is a small medical station on the third door to the left at the end of the hallway." He walked to the door, Harlow catching up to him.
"So, we taking a car?" Harlow asked. Musater shook his head.
"No. I am taking my bike. You are taking a car." Musater opened the door and gestured for Harlow to come. He grudgingly agreed. The two walked down to the garage, where Musater threw the cover off of his Bike. "I will take the red one. You can take your car. Now come, we shall ride into this god forsaken city, and we shall try to make it less of a hellhole, one person at a time." He revved the engine, and sped off into the spilling stars and the twirling moon. Harlow walked to the SUV, and followed, hoping that he wouldn't have to do much this morning.
FITZZ wrote:...So..the LB now has Necromancer???..or Necromancer Werewolves ( since the were originally supposed to be made up solely of Hunters turned wolf, but seem to "expand" in their make up /content )...And Carl..who was a Pure Blood Pup in the 1800's and a part of the same Pure Blood back that Natasha was part of for several centuries now has a "secret unknown lineage" to Lycaelon and a necromancer wife that may infuse Dez with "extra magical powers"?...am I reading this correctly???...I just want to really make sure that I am reading things correctly .
No, the Necromancers never ever joined the Lunar Brotherhood, they were just there because they had been after the purifiers for some time...
... Dez's mother would never be able to infuse Dez with powers, when he said about the whole "spirit and intellect" thing, he was just talking about traits that she had. She was a Necromancer, that's it...
... Carl was in a Lycaelon pack which had close relatives of Lycaelon, the most direct being his father, Dez's grandfather...
... I never said it was a secret lineage, but most of the evidence was lost when the pack was decimated, Natasha would never know that Carl was in a direct bloodline leading straight back to Lycaelon himself...
... and the only reason Necromancers are helping the Wolves is because they were in need when the Purifiers attacked them, and The Necromancers wanted to fight the Purifiers anyway...
... the whole "Necromancer" part will be uncovered with time...
... now, if you need me to edit it to make it clearer, just tell me...
FITZZ wrote:...So..the LB now has Necromancer???..or Necromancer Werewolves ( since the were originally supposed to be made up solely of Hunters turned wolf, but seem to "expand" in their make up /content )...And Carl..who was a Pure Blood Pup in the 1800's and a part of the same Pure Blood back that Natasha was part of for several centuries now has a "secret unknown lineage" to Lycaelon and a necromancer wife that may infuse Dez with "extra magical powers"?...am I reading this correctly???...I just want to really make sure that I am reading things correctly .
No, the Necromancers never ever joined the Lunar Brotherhood, they were just there because they had been after the purifiers for some time...
... Dez's mother would never be able to infuse Dez with powers, when he said about the whole "spirit and intellect" thing, he was just talking about traits that she had. She was a Necromancer, that's it...
... Carl was in a Lycaelon pack which had close relatives of Lycaelon, the most direct being his father, Dez's grandfather...
... I never said it was a secret lineage, but most of the evidence was lost when the pack was decimated, Natasha would never know that Carl was in a direct bloodline leading straight back to Lycaelon himself...
... and the only reason Necromancers are helping the Wolves is because they were in need when the Purifiers attacked them, and The Necromancers wanted to fight the Purifiers anyway...
... the whole "Necromancer" part will be uncovered with time...
... now, if you need me to edit it to make it clearer, just tell me...
Seems a bit like a "Happy coincidence " that Necromancers have turned up...but I'm sure you have a reason for it... As for Carl's heritage/lineage...again...how it would be unknown, considering the limited amount of Pure Bloods in/that have existed is a bit perplexing...It's been established that Carl was a Pup in the 1800's...part of a Pure Blood pack that was destroyed ( almost) , and that Natasha was with that pack...surely...someone would have known/spoken of/or said " He..by the by...that pip right there...yeah...that one ..he's a direct decedant of Lycaelon...we should probably take that cow leg away from him before he chokes on it or something.."...how an entire pack would be raising a pup with no idea where he came from ( and if they knew Natasha would also have known...being a Queen and all) is beyond me.
FITZZ wrote:...So..the LB now has Necromancer???..or Necromancer Werewolves ( since the were originally supposed to be made up solely of Hunters turned wolf, but seem to "expand" in their make up /content )...And Carl..who was a Pure Blood Pup in the 1800's and a part of the same Pure Blood back that Natasha was part of for several centuries now has a "secret unknown lineage" to Lycaelon and a necromancer wife that may infuse Dez with "extra magical powers"?...am I reading this correctly???...I just want to really make sure that I am reading things correctly .
No, the Necromancers never ever joined the Lunar Brotherhood, they were just there because they had been after the purifiers for some time...
... Dez's mother would never be able to infuse Dez with powers, when he said about the whole "spirit and intellect" thing, he was just talking about traits that she had. She was a Necromancer, that's it...
... Carl was in a Lycaelon pack which had close relatives of Lycaelon, the most direct being his father, Dez's grandfather...
... I never said it was a secret lineage, but most of the evidence was lost when the pack was decimated, Natasha would never know that Carl was in a direct bloodline leading straight back to Lycaelon himself...
... and the only reason Necromancers are helping the Wolves is because they were in need when the Purifiers attacked them, and The Necromancers wanted to fight the Purifiers anyway...
... the whole "Necromancer" part will be uncovered with time...
... now, if you need me to edit it to make it clearer, just tell me...
Seems a bit like a "Happy coincidence " that Necromancers have turned up...but I'm sure you have a reason for it... As for Carl's heritage/lineage...again...how it would be unknown, considering the limited amount of Pure Bloods in/that have existed is a bit perplexing...It's been established that Carl was a Pup in the 1800's...part of a Pure Blood pack that was destroyed ( almost) , and that Natasha was with that pack...surely...someone would have known/spoken of/or said " He..by the by...that pip right there...yeah...that one ..he's a direct decedant of Lycaelon...we should probably take that cow leg away from him before he chokes on it or something.."...how an entire pack would be raising a pup with no idea where he came from ( and if they knew Natasha would also have known...being a Queen and all) is beyond me.
Its all to do with the Necromancers having trouble with the purifiers, it will all be explained with time...
... about the bloodline/heritage/lineage thing, I would've thought that there was so much chaos during the attack that Natasha wouldn't know that Carl was the one that had been a direct descendant, and that he was just a pup that was lucky enough to escape...
... and also it had been about two hundred years since the attack, I just thought that she wouldn't know...
... and by the way, the pack definitely knew, and took great care of Carl, too much maybe, but all evidence was lost during the attack, so Natasha wouldn't know...
My point was that Carl had resided with the pack, was among the pack for years prior to any attack by the Hunters..
..And this being so, and since Natasha was a Queen amongst the pack...the surely knowledge of his heritage would be known amongst the pack...
It's not as though anyone would keep it a secret.
...Now if your saying that the pack was aware they had a direct decended of Lycaelon amongst them...who it turns out now just happens to Carl...then I suppose I see what your saying..
...Of course that makes Carl an even bigger traitor to his kind...now not only is he a Pure Blood who's turned his back on werewolves and helps to hunt them...by your story he's a decedent of one of the very first Lycans...yet he still pines to be a human...
Natasha will surely enjoy seeing him ripped to pieces..
Harlow looked at the red bike in bemusement. It was undeniably made with one thing in mind; speed. It was small, crafted for agility and aerodynamics. Harlow just smirked at Musater at the suggestion he take the van.
"No problem, I've got my own." Harlow said with a smile as he looked at the confused Musater. Harlow walked over to the van, opened the back of it and wheeled out his own American model, igniting the engine loudly. Musater grunted in grudging respect to the finely tuned machine.
"Impressive. But can that tank maneuver these tight streets like mine can?" He asked, putting a helmet on. In response, Harlow fastened his hat to his head and smiled.
"Why don't we just see about that? First one to wherever we're going gets bragging rights, whaddya think?" Harlow asked good naturedly. Musater mounted his own bike and ignited its whizzing engine to life as well, bringing it alongside Harlow's heavier model.
"Sounds like a bit of fun. The spot is 1223 6th street, try not to get lost." Musater taunted and rocketed off of the imaginary starting line. Harlow smiled, the ploy had worked beautifully. He took off on his own and blazed out after Musater in the twilight hours of Prague. Harlow chased Musater for a few minutes but eventually hung back and took his own route, getting off on one of the smaller roads and following it until he found a quiet enough spot.
He idled his bike into an offshoot alley, it was dark, there was no streetlight or lamp to be seen and the only living beings present were the stray cats and a few garbage rats. Harlow parked his bike and dismounted for a moment. He walked a few paces and then drew something from his pocket. It was the same gunmetal object he had retrieved from the corpse at the warehouse. Harlow looked at it for a minute, took a deep breath, and prepared to use it...It was with that breath that he detected a familiar scent behind him. He turned swiftly, drawing his pistol at the same time and pointing it at the silhouette in the mouth of the alley.
"Come on out." He said, the figure walked forward until Harlow could see it better, it was then that his suspicion was confirmed, it was Holly, her expression was that of some sort of suspicion.
"Thought you were off with Musater." She said slowly. "Why are you here?" She then looked down at the object in Harlow's hand, it was a cellphone of some sort. "And what's that for?"
"Why were you following me?" Harlow said, not dropping the revolver and not bothering to answer the questions posed at him.
"I told you the other day, I'm a curious person." She replied. Harlow held her gaze for a moment and then replaced the revolver in his holster and looked down at the phone.
"I need to make a phone call." He said vaguely.
"To who?" Holly asked inevitably. Harlow sighed. The two then spent the next few minutes talking, arguing even about the course of action that Harlow wanted to take. Holly was surprised at first, majorly so, but over the course of the next few minutes Harlow was able to convince her that it was the right thing for both of them to do and that if she went along with him, she would get what she wanted, what they both wanted, she would get to live.
The conversation over, Harlow sent her back to the apartment with the caution not to tell another soul about what had been said. He then flipped open the phone and made the call. The conversation lasted about ten minutes and mostly consisted of short statements made by Harlow followed by a few questions on the other end. Afterwards, Harlow hung up, mounted his bike, and sped with all haste to the destination, arriving there a few minutes later to see Musater waiting smugly outside. Harlow did his best to fake frustration and parked his bike.
"What took you so long?" Musater asked. "I was thinking about getting some coffee while I waited." He mocked.
"Never did get used to the way they lay these streets here in Europe, went down two wrong streets, sorry for the wait." Harlow said chuckling a little to himself. His face then took on a curious expression. "So this is the place? What exactly do you hope to find here?"
Musater grabbed his sledgehammer and looked at its head, twirling it a bit in his hand. "A person in need and perhaps a person that needs to die." He then looked to Harlow. "That doesn't bother you does it?" Harlow shook his head.
"Not really, as long as we don't attract to much attention, in case you haven't noticed I don't like to be in the spotlight all that much." He said truthfully.
"That's quite alright, this should only take a minute." Musater assured him and then entered. Harlow watched him go and then followed after a moment. He smiled to himself a bit, his plan of action taking form and being set in motion. Soon, it would come to fruition...
Hmm, nice one WARORK, I am buzzing to know what Harlow is up to...
... what I meant was that they knew Carl was a direct descendant (but of course, he didn't have the name Carl back then, he chose it for himself later), but, seeing him now after 200 years, Natasha does not know that he was that pup, she would think that that pup was killed in the fight...
... she definitely wouldn't recognize him, especially now that he is all grown up...
Pacing up and down the corridor, Erzuli could barely contain her annoyance. 'Second in command?' she thought, 'too good to be true of course.' She glanced at the shut door where Natasha was talking with Ryan, the father of the pure blood pup... someone she had sorely wanted to know. She had wanted to get a closer look at him, to see if a touch might have triggered a recognition of him as the one she had seen in her vision... the lack of knowing tore at her further. If all this was so important, if his child was so key... why wasn't she in there talking to him as well? What she had seen in the vision she could not turn from but this really had irritated her. Had she been thrown out with the others due to her sympathy for him? She growled quietly to herself and decided pacing was just making her feel worse. Leaning against a wall, she realised she was next to Kerri. 'Wonderful', her mind cursed, 'I have to think of something to do before I get stuck beside this sycophant.'
(Catskill Park, New York State - 1932)
The crack of a rifle echoed across the forest as Erzuli ran past a tree and ducked behind it. The round cracked into the bark, just beside her head. She grimaced, looking at the hole and knowing instantly who was shooting today. She was snapped back into reality by the cursing coming from behind the tree; her pursuers were still coming. Being in the damned dress chosen for her wasn't helping either; she hated being 'bait' when things went wrong. Hitching up her skirt, she took a deep breath she ran out from the cover and started heading towards the open ground she knew lay ahead. Wishing it was closer to dusk and muttering about long dresses being a pain, she pushed herself, not wanting to get caught before getting out of cover.
"C'mon honey, Master Edward jus' wants to say hello!"
She shuddered at the thought of the sneering, rich human and his lecherous, hideously ugly lacky chasing her. Sport or not this was one time she really, really didn't want to get caught. This had taken too long and she hadn't bargined on the brazen youth bringing the disgusting little servant, complete with ropes and weaponry, with him. She burst out from the cover and into a large clearing just under a ridge. A whirring sound caught her ear just an instant before the bolas hit her legs. Crashing to the floor with a thud, she hit her head on a small rock. Her head spinning, she turned onto her back, hoping the early stars would stop whirling around her head before they got to her. As she scrambled to get a hold of her senses a lone, clear thought did enter her head... 'where was the shooter now?'
Her sight began to clear just as the two humans stood over her. Edward looking like he'd just won and the vile creature next to him pulling out a thin rope from the bag on his shoulder.
"Lets make this interesting Frank." said the tall youth. "Native style?"
The smaller man laughed and pulled out four wooden stakes and a hammer from the bag. He began to place the stakes in a squared formation around the prone wolf. It was as he grasped for Erzuli's left hand that the second shot rang out. Blood spurted from the man's throat and he collapsed onto her with a gargle of pain. Edward yelped in pain as the round ended up in his foot and tried to run away. As she scrambled to get the body off her, she heard a roar, a girlish scream of terror and the rip of claws on flesh. Then she heard the laughter, laughter which got considerably louder as the one finding so much amusement at her expense pulled the corpse off her.
"Too much for you this time... Dimes?"
Erzuli glared at Danica as the bigger female threw the man aside. She noted the she-wolf was holding Vilem's rifle and that certainly didn't help her mood any.
"Oh and I suppose you would have just outrun these two in this dress?" The Mgral cursed as she ripped the rope off from around her legs.
"Maybe not, but I bet I would have been smart enough not to hit that rock!" Danica smirked, poking a finger into the gash on Erzuli's temple.
"Get off me!" Erzuli snapped, slapping Danica's arm away and getting to her feet. "And what, exactly, was that shot about?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. " said Danica, breaking into an innocent grin that really didn't suit her powerful frame. "All I took a shot at was that little human you couldn't handle... ooh there was that tarted-up weasel."
"You... could have killed me..."
Erzuli walked right upto her rival and glared at her, giving the bigger wolf a shove. Danica's grin vanished, annoyed by the fact she could not seem to intimidate the dark-skinned beauty. Dropping the gun to the floor, she grabbed the front of Erzuli's dress and let out a loud growl.
"Peace... ladies!"
Vilem Novak ran upto his second and pulled her away from Erzuli, ripping the front of the dress in the process. Following him came the stocky Lycaeon, Jeff, stubbornly wearing the same fashion as when he changed over a hundred years ago... he looked every bit the stereotypical cowboy. He watched the scene unfolding between his alpha and his two women with great amusement and a little envy but decided to just get dinner ready: heading instead for the two bodies and the last of the pack, Peter, who was simply watching, blood dripping from his claws, over the body of the rich kid he'd just gutted.
"I don't care what it is this time." said Vilem sternly, holding the two women apart. "These trips are supposed to help us get to know eachother, to enjoy what we really are..."
"Oh you've definately been doing the first Vilem." snarled Danica, her glare never parting from Erzuli's. "Really getting to know the new girl..."
"Get over it, Brunhilda!" screeched Erzuli, feeling a rush of embarassment that what she had presumed was a secret was known. "You've never had him!"
Vilem's arms strained as the two of them tried to get at each other; things were about to get serious and he knew he had to do something. Shifting suddenly he lifted both women up to meet his gaze and roared at them both to shut up. Both of them froze, feeling the anger rising within him and both knowing their feud was not worth his rage.
"Stop this!" he roared again. Then shifting his gaze to his second, he spoke with a little more control. "Did you take a shot at her?"
"Yes, alpha."
"Then next time you are bait, in that dress and she gets to shoot."
"She can't!" Danica protested, only to be cut off be another growl from him.
"I will teach her." He bared his teeth and dropped her to the ground, then looked at Erzuli. "Don't tease her about her heritage."
Erzuli nodded as he placed her down and the two women quietly shared a brief glance of hatred. Vilem shifted back to his human form and barged past them, grabbing his gun and striding towards the rest of the pack. The Mgral looked at her rival, 'this isn't over' she mused.
(Present day)
Anya yawned, it was too late to be up; she looked over to her Mistress, who seemed to be mulling over something and moved over to her. She tugged on Erzuli's arm meekly.
"What do we do?"
Erzuli patted her daughter's hand, sighing and wondering what would happen when Vilem found her home burned to the ground. A thought occured to her and she looked to Jarin but paused for a moment, caught just by his eyes. She stood up straight.
"Do you really think there is something amiss here tonight?"
"I don't know for sure, but Brahg seemed insistant." said the big wolf. "With the other Pure Blood escaping and now this," he continued, gesturing to the door behind which the Queen was still speaking to Ryan. "Not tonight perhaps but soon, something may happen."
Erzuli curled a lock round a finger, standing there thoughtfully. Maybe she could find something more than just predictions here and with the almost visable tension around her, she just had to do something to ensure she was not defenceless herself.
"I'll assume this.. house... has an armoury of sorts?"
"Of course." replied Jarin, looking a little surprized. "You wish to go there?"
Kerri raised an eyebrow at the turn of the conversation, suddenly quite interested in what the Pure Blood had to say next. She watched Erzuli silently, wondering what she had in mind and hoping it was trustworthy. Oddly she felt nothing sinister in Erzuli's tone.
"Does this, armoury have... a section for older objects? Or would that be elsewhere... if at all?"
"Why? What did you have in mind?" Jarin seemed to stumble over the words but quickly composed himself. Looking at her he could see something in her eyes, this wasn't just about guns and knives. She had an idea.
"Does it or not?" she smiled at him, unwilling to reveal her thoughts or the uncertainty that echoed in the back of her mind incase she was wrong.
Before he could respond Kerri stepped forward, an inspired tone to her voice.
"There is a secure area in there but noone has entered it in years. It requires a special code put in by two for entry: do you remember it Commander?" she looked at Jarin, who nodded.
"Then I want to see what lies within!" Erzuli felt a chill run up her spine, like something was calling to her. She glanced down to Anya and noticed the scars on the arm the girl held were fading down from the blue. The younger wolf's eyes were also fading back to their noraml blue-green. A gasp caught in her throat. "We need to go there.. now!"
Kerri's eyes widened at what she had just witnessed and she nodded, heading quickly down the corridor, gesturing for them to follow.
"So Jim, do you have any relation to Flamingo Jim?" Andy asked the old farmer while finishing his third cup of coffee.
"Nope, know of the fella but never had the prime chance to meet him." Jim said as he looked mournfully at the pot of coffee that was quickly being diminished, "You normally down three cups of the black stuff?"
"Normally, no." Andy said, "I try for five, but I'm in company and Wendy told me it was rude to take as much as I usually do."
"How the hell do you keep five cups down?" Jim asked, "Do you sleep at night?"
"Depends," Andy shrugged, "if I'm hunting something or if I'm going to have to get up early in the morning to be somewhere then I usually drink a pot's worth to keep me going all day. Went to the hospital once for that, so I stopped drinking entire pots of coffee."
"He didn't eat anything that day, we were going on a trip to my parents and he wanted to get there early." Wendy sighed, "We got their early and spent the rest of the afternoon in the emergency room because he was dehydrated."
"Yeah," Andy smiled, "that was fun."
"No it wasn't, it would've been the same if you hadn't downed a full pot of coffee and just left later in the day... minus the bill of course." Wendy said sternly.
"I'm sorry Wendy, I didn't mean it like that." Andy apologized.
"It doesn't matter," Wendy said as she checked her rifle.
"So what about this Smalls fellow who's after the lot of you?" Jim asked.
"He's obsessed like I told you, but there's something else about him." Wendy said, "He's a traitor, as I already stated, however I think he's been drinking vamp blood."
"Drinking vampire blood?" Vincent asked, "Why would he do that?"
"To get power," Wendy said, "the guy has some kind of serious problem. He wants control, he wants money, and he will do anything to get it. By drinking the vampire blood he gets power that will help him get everything he wants, but he has to drink every so often to keep it going."
"And you said that the vampires are after the wolves right?" Jim asked, "What makes you think he would come here instead of going with them?"
"Because Smalls is a nutcase." Wendy said, "I can't find a way to express it enough, 100% certified looney." she finished as she made the crazy motion with her hand.
"I guess that's why he didn't come to our wedding..." Andy's voice trailed off.
"You guys knew him from before?" Jean asked.
"Yeah, I worked for him before I met Andy in Empire City." Wendy thought back, "I should've seen the signs, he was always talking to me and only me usually. Hardly ever Jimbo or anyone else around us. How could I not see it before."
"Either way, he's after you now." Jim said seriously, "And Good ole' Jim here doesn't take kindly to people bugging his mates."
"Thank you Jim." Wendy said, "You have no idea how much this means to us, I mean all of you." she said gesturing to Bjorn, Joker, and Rook. "None of you had to do any of this for us or Andy, I mean what hunter takes in a wolf for shelter? And even though I told you guys about what is coming our way, you're still standing behind us." she said as tears began to form in her eyes.
"Its okay Wendy," Andy said, wrapping his arm around her to comfort her, " Vegas said that she's going to help too.".
"Vegas? Is she alive?" Wendy said while wiping away the tears. The other hunters looked at each other in thought over what to do about Andy's latest sign of crazy.
"She'll, uh, she'll be here." Joker said as he looked at Jim and the others for their reactions.
"Don't be silly Joker," Andy said with a smile, "I'm already here."
"What does he mean by that?" Jean asked, "What did you do to this Vegas?"
"We didn't do anything to her." Joker replied, "She's dead."
"So you killed her?" Jean said accusingly, "Killing a fellow hunter I presume?".
"No, she was a hunter." Joker said, "But she was turned before Andy was, in fact she was the one who turned Andy. When Andy and this other guy showed up I was just as surprised as you are now, but she died in some kind of wolf fight."
"She died, and then Dez ate her a bit, but only a bit." Andy said still smirking, "Vegas said we needed to cover our tracks so Dez made it look like she was killed by wolves and then this guy that I killed and ate on accident was supposed to be me.". Soon weapons were drawn on both sides of the table, Jean held out two pistols and Vincent aimed a shotgun with a flashlight underslung at the others while Joker and company aimed back.
"You brought a fething man-eater here?" Jean shouted.
"It was on accident!" Andy said loudly.
"Oh, and he's also fething crazy too." Vincent said, "Great idea." he finished sarcastically.
"He had just lost his wife, and he died." Joker defended Andy, "He wasn't himself and the full moon wasn't helping, but now that Wendy's back he's been a lot better."
"We have been better." Andy said, "Honestly."
"Andy you're not helping." Bjorn said quietly.
Jim raised his hands into the air, "Come on now, come on," he said calmly and nicely, "I'm sure that Andy didn't want to eat that guy, but he did so because of everything that happened to him. If he's crazy, I can understand why."
"What!" Jean said, "You're just going to let them stay or something?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do Jean." Jim mocked his name, "His wife died in front of him, it was a full moon coming, and he came back from the dead. If your wife was killed wouldn't you go off of the the deep end just a bit?". Jean looked down and began to holster his weapons, "Atta boy Jean. Now Andy or Vegas, or whoever the hell it is, are you going to kill and eat anyone?".
Andy looked up in thought for a few seconds before returning his gaze to Jim, "Maybe Smalls." he nodded, "Yeah, maybe Smalls, he's not nice and he's also a dick.".
"Respectable," Jim said, "disgusting but respectable. However you can't eat him, that just goes against my own personal standard of conduct. Rip him apart, tear him limb from limb, just don't snack on him okay mate?"
"Okay I guess." Andy said as he smiled, "At least I can still tear him into little pieces for treating Wendy bad.".
"Yes you can, but I think it would be best if we took different places. Wendy, you and Vincent should go upstairs and look along the woods and road for anything out of the ordinary. Jean, you'll stay in here with me while the rest of you decide where to go. Andy, just try to stay a little bit farther from Jean than the others.".
"Alright, can do." Andy saluted as he began to follow Wendy upstairs with Vincent.
"That kid is not right at all." Jim said as he patted Joker on the back.
"From what I've heard and seen of him, he never was." Joker said with a wink, "That's what makes him worth saving I guess, he thinks differently about what the network should do to win.".
"So Joke, what are we going to do after we get this Andy guy out of here. Are we leaving or are we fighting more." Bishop asked as he poured himself cup of coffee and sat next to Joker.
"Depends what happens. There is a gak storm coming onto this place. I might decide to leave with him. Then again I'm not afraid of a fight. I don't know what might happen if Natasha wins, or the vamps for that matter." Joker said leaning back in his chair.
"Well, after that Musater prick called us traitors I'd be dead before fighting alongside him." Rook chimed in.
"First hings first we need to get Andy and Wendy out of here. Decide what to do with myself later. Success is our only option, failures not. I'll probably end up leaving though. New horizons and all that bs."
"The king will want to see you after all of this." Bishop added.
"I'll make sure to head down to him after this is over. God knows patience is not something he too in tune with." Joker said remembering some of the scolding he has received over the years for dragging things out.
Scarlett looked down into Lilith's eyes as the ancients body began to convulse, the veins on her neck and forehead staining black, the queen of the night let out a scream of pain before tumbling forward onto the floor with a whimper. Her body shook once more, and all three released her body and within moments stood as normal Kindred. They watched as the blood rolled through Lilith's body, tentacles of flesh writhing under the skin across her belly and chest as she lay before them, her skin cracking and melding with the swirling changes that where upon her.
"She will be one of us soon." Said Nero with wicked grin.
Scarlett nodded, inside the voice was gleeful, it had been a success, the powerful ancient Lilith was infected, one among the blood, but something nagged at Elizabeth.
"All of this time, all this anger and here it lies before me."
Scarlett pondered forming a claw, severing Lilith's head, to end it once and for all, the voice would have screamed if it did not recognize the empty threat in those thoughts, it could sense the conflict, but only because of years of pain. No, now, both of them wanted Lilith alive, beside them, Scarlett stared at the soft hair and face of her new 'sister' and smiled darkly.
"She was lost Elizabeth, lost to rage and anger, she punished herself in her goal to find a cure that cannot be. You have released her, you have released yourself."
Scarlett glanced over at the Stirgoi speaking. She frowned as it occurred to her, to them both that he had just watched what had happened. He had not fought beside Lilith, he had not panicked or run at the sight of their powers, of the blood. The voice inside was weary, wanted to know who this person was that dared stand before them without fear or concern.
"You are a bold one?"
V'ral grinned. "More than you know daughter of Caine."
"I have seen him before, he is V'ral, long has he stood among those who would rule the night, Pontius previously, I would guess whoever has replaced the Brutii leader since." Nero said walking over beside Scarlett.
She glanced at her ally, then back to the strange kindred.
"Does he speak the truth?"
"Nero speaks a little colder than I remember, but indeed it is the truth."
Liliths groan caused both Scarlett and Nero to look back towards her, she choked blood up as she sat up, spitting the ichor form her lips as she gazed drowsily at the wall opposite. She lifted up her hands to look at them, lost as if in some kind of trance and her face furrowed into doubt as her fingernails cracked open and the tips extended to over an inch in length.
"What has happened to us?" She croaked.
Olivia and Nero smiled, and looked to Scarlett. Who carefully knelt down caressing Lilith's hair and shoulder as she placed her chin softly beside her right ear. Lilith glanced back and seemed giddy in all of the confusion of her new gifts.
"You are of the blood now, a part of the eternal bond, or the dark night and the shadows of blood, you will stand beside us till the end... dearest."
Scarlett licked her ear gently, drawing out the tip of her tongue across the lobe before standing back up and looking back to V'ral with a triumphant smile. It was over, through the blood, her allies, she had finally taken back her own fate, and now Lilith would eternally answer to her.
The Stirgoi stared at them, his arms folded as he watched with some amusement as Lillith placed a hand on Scarlett's inside leg, almost as if hiding behind her like a frightened child while watching him. Behind the group he could see the eye of Anubis, everything was as he had foreseen.
"So V'ral, why is it that you do not seem bothered by... our gifts?" Scarlett asked, a questioning look as she leant back and folded her arms to mirror his position. Olivia moved up to her shoulder and did the same, while Nero just smiled, and stared at the Stirgoi with a knowing smile.
Claudius swore to himself as he pulled his pants back up, the silk bedsheets formed a bunched hill over his consort who was sleeping soundly. Unfortunately for the consort, Claudius was never keen on keeping the same one for weeks in a row and his expiration date was already here. He smiled and caressed the sheets as he remembered the good times he had with this one. He had just finished pulling on his pants before the door to his chamber had opened, several men in white suits walked in. They were bedecked in white armani suits and dress pants, black sunglasses covered their eyes, and their slick black hair was a clear contrast to their pale skin. They stood at the door silently, arms folded behind their backs waiting for Claudius to give them the signal.
Claudius saw them standing in the reflection of the vanity mirror as he coated himself in colognes and pulled on a dark red dress shirt and adjusted the collar in the mirror. He pulled on his pitch black suit and affixed a similarly colored necktie, prepared for the evening and satisfied with his appearance he turned on his shiny dress shoes and walked out towards the door, giving a slight nod to the two men as he exited the doorway. The faint hiss of a silenced weapon managed to escape the closing mahogany doors. His shoes clacked as he walked down the marble hallway towards the foyer of his mansion, columns of marble lined the upstairs walkway and rich, green plants sat on shelves set into the wall. The chandelier above the large Persian rug lit up the foyer as Claudius climbed down, his fingers tracing along the dark bronze railings. He had a coy smile on his face, satisfied with the events of the evening, as he surveyed the two messengers waiting for him.
"Ah, news from Prague I hope." Claudius said as he clapped his hands together, "Gentlemen begin."
"The envoy to the crooked house was received, we are awaiting whether or not he has successfully found out about the possible reincarnation or resurrection of Pontius." the first one said shakily.
"We have located the offspring of Andy though, master." the second one quickly added in, "He is currently located with the mother of a Wendy Grouse, the offspring's mother."
"That is indeed better news." Claudius said as he turned to look at the first messenger, "Now how about the possible offering to Pontius."
"My lord, we were weighing several options involving the offspring of the Bruss and Grouse lineages. The first being a sacrifice, the second being the use of one of them as a slave for a period of time before it is returned to us, and of course monetary compensation."
"You did not offer Andy or Wendy to him?" Claudius mused.
"No my lord, we believed that you would wish to keep both to produce more offspring for you to use."
"Excellent, that is exactly why I wouldn't want to offer one of them." Claudius interlaced his fingers, "Now about the offering of the children, it would not be in my best interest for Pontius to keep any of them."
"Sire there is always the other member of the Bruss line." the first messenger said.
"You mean Claudia?" Claudius asked, "I would not dare offer her, she is like a daughter to me."
"I did not mean to offend sire." the messenger bowed in apology.
"She will be a last resort offering, but she is to not be harmed by him." Claudius warned, "If Pontius is found, offer him monetary compensation, then land holdings, then servants from among our staff, and as a last resort Claudia.".
Claudius watched as the two messengers saluted by putting their clenched fists against their chests, the body of his consort was carried out in the silk sheets to a furnace room where the remains would be destroyed. He saw the eyes of his messengers track the movement behind him and he sighed, "It was a shame, he was a personal favorite of mine.".
"He, sire?" the first messenger asked.
"Yes, he," Claudius raised an eyebrow, "do you have issue with my lifestyle?"
"No, not at all." the first messenger said as he backed away quickly, "I was just wondering if the master had misspoken."
"Good," Claudius said as he caressed the underside of the messenger's chin with a single finger, "you know, my father had issue with my choices. He hated the fact that I bred horses for the chariot races, and of course the fact that I would not bear any grandchildren for him also irked him. However, I think that he was more upset when I tore his throat out like this." he finished as he dug his fingers into the messenger's neck, ripping out the man's carotid artery and spilling rich red blood from the gaping hole. He turned to the other messenger, "I only need one to deliver the messages for me, I suggest you make good haste." he said as he wiped his bloody hand on the living messenger's suit.
I'll be gone until Tuesday I'm going to a concert out of state so I won't be able to post. I sure hope I don't come back and see Joker died some horrible way...
In other news, I'm heading up north again today around 4. I'll do my best to stay up to speed on this RP, and will PM my actions to FITZZ if I don't have the time to post myself. I'll be back Thursday.
Well, what I need is for Mordo to decide exactly what happens next with Ramirez and The " Priest"...where things go from there as they would be the ones searching for Andy and the other Hunters...
Oh yeah, damn it. Why does Andy have to be such an angry man? Is it because I have some real life inadequacies? Is it because of some sort of inferiority complex I have? Is it because I work in retail and am an angry person in real life? Or is it because someone is constantly pissing in Andy's wheaties? Only time will tell.
Look for some write ups tonight to get things moving along once again...
Seriously hopping to have at least two events underway by the end of the week..
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Dang Promo weekend changeover, always suck away all my normally 'good' writing time at work.
Will be following on my post either tonight or at worst tomorrow.
I plan to do " V'rals " response tonight...so you may perhaps wish to wait for that, sorry it's taken so long to actually get it done...but...life and such seems to be extra busy this week.
Hi, Fitzz, Nacho's, MDS, Kais, Mrs Sin, Warork, darksage,.... (I think i've got you all ^^)
It's good to be back online. (After a forced exit, but now happily back in my dorm). I haven't read anything after that moment... So i don't know what is going on.
But i am sorry for my sudden drop out. Hope you guys forgive me.
Seems you guys have been busy. 110 pages. That's a lot of writing.
sillyboy wrote:Hi, Fitzz, Nacho's, MDS, Kais, Mrs Sin, Warork, darksage,.... (I think i've got you all ^^)
It's good to be back online. (After a forced exit, but now happily back in my dorm). I haven't read anything after that moment... So i don't know what is going on.
But i am sorry for my sudden drop out. Hope you guys forgive me.
Seems you guys have been busy. 110 pages. That's a lot of writing.
Time to read what happened to Vegas.... *shivers*
Um... Vegas ran away, yeah that's what happened... she is perfectly safe and not at all mauled.
Edit - oh and aye halonachos, for my sins I do indeed walk the aisles of a retail store. Well supermarket (7-11 equivilent) that my family owns. I'm the PC guy, promos and price control, so do big chunks of work, but also get some free time as we have staff to cover the tills.
...And Vegas....You guys ... You wouldn't do .....something crazy right? Right?
Ok Silly, I'm going to be the one to " rip the bandage off" (so to speak)...Vegas was killed in a pitched battle with some of Natasha's wolves...shot several times with silver rounds.
Then ...after she died...Dez and Andy sort of...ate her a bit.
...And Vegas....You guys ... You wouldn't do .....something crazy right? Right?
Ok Silly, I'm going to be the one to " rip the bandage off" (so to speak)...Vegas was killed in a pitched battle with some of Natasha's wolves...shot several times with silver rounds.
Then ...after she died...Dez and Andy sort of...ate her a bit.
...And Vegas....You guys ... You wouldn't do .....something crazy right? Right?
Ok Silly, I'm going to be the one to " rip the bandage off" (so to speak)...Vegas was killed in a pitched battle with some of Natasha's wolves...shot several times with silver rounds.
Then ...after she died...Dez and Andy sort of...ate her a bit.
FITZZ wrote:Ok Silly, I'm going to be the one to " rip the bandage off" (so to speak)...Vegas was killed in a pitched battle with some of Natasha's wolves...shot several times with silver rounds.
Then ...after she died...Dez and Andy sort of...ate her a bit.
.....
Well ...she was a tasty character...
That's.........one way to look at it...
Sorry for your loss Silly...we all felt bad when the results of the event came out...
...And Vegas....You guys ... You wouldn't do .....something crazy right? Right?
Ok Silly, I'm going to be the one to " rip the bandage off" (so to speak)...Vegas was killed in a pitched battle with some of Natasha's wolves...shot several times with silver rounds. Then ...after she died...Dez and Andy sort of...ate her a bit.
.....
Well ...she was a tasty character...
It was just Dez that nibbled on her, Andy just told Dez to in order to cover their tracks. In all seriousness though, it was a bad result.
..depending on Jokers reaction to that line being drawn.
