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...
Yes, Having Vegas die sucked...
But..it happens...
I really hope you'll still stick around Silly.
Oh, I see (still reading). And somehow i think Kais might enjoyed that .... a little too much.
This isn't over Kais. *shakes fist*
@Fitzz
Can i do a closing rp to Vegas. Don't worry it won't conflict with the storyline ( in fact it doesnt even have a connection with the story, just Vegas Storyline) . I just always knew That Vegas was going to die. And i had a rp in the back of my head, to end it. (I had this idea in my head since BM 1). So may i write it, and put Vegas to rest?
sillyboy wrote:Oh, I see (still reading). And somehow i think Kais might enjoyed that .... a little too much.
This isn't over Kais. *shakes fist*
@Fitzz
Can i do a closing rp to Vegas. Don't worry it won't conflict with the storyline ( in fact it doesnt even have a connection with the story, just Vegas Storyline) . I just always knew That Vegas was going to die. And i had a rp in the back of my head, to end it. (I had this idea in my head since BM 1). So may i write it, and put Vegas to rest?
Silly my brother feel free to do any sort of closing write up on Vegas that you'd like to..
Plus...look for a PM from me shortly.
... V'ral offered a slight, almost mocking, bow to Scarlet...the rictous smile never leaving the Strigoi's necrotic face...
"...As I have on many times past discussed with ...a kept associate...the Children of Caine have stagnated...become a living parody of what they are" V'ral chuckled " with each passing century...the kindred become more and more complacent..more despotic...weak...without ..vision..they wallow in a perpetuating state of believed supremacy...yet ultimantly are no more enlightened or evolving than a pampered pack of domestic felines.."
Scarlet stared at the Strigoi, a small smile on her face...
" I see the coming of your gifts as a boon to the kindred...a long overdue process of evolution...an..elightenment bestowed upon the willfully blind through the vissictude.." V'ral giggled " A gift which by all means should be bestowed upon the Children of Caine"....
There you go MDS...hope that will be enough for you to work with..( still trying to keep V'ral a bit of a mystery).
@ Ghosty...I need some sort of Ryan/Natasha RP...I can't keep Natasha sitting in a room for much longer and she's sort of waiting for Ryan's reply.
@ Mordo...I need some RP for Ramirez/ Father Naviky...need to get those dogs back on the Hunters trail...also a bit on Caines forces and when they may reach the mansion would be cool...no need to attack yet...just an idea of where they are..etc
@ Chowder/ Warork...need for your little group of "rebels" to make some moves...
@ Fitzz...I need another Flamingo Jim Rp...just to get an idea of how close they may be to getting to Andy and the rest...
The Purifiers had assembled with haste backed by righteous zeal and holy fervor, moving and deploying with incredible speed. A kill-team of ten Purifiers armed with shotguns and body armor had boarded a pair of jeeps, and were in route to the remains of the shattered and burning remains of the warehouse, intent on picking up on the trail the heretics had left behind. Their boots hit the charred earth with a series of hard thuds as they exited their vehicles, weapons sweeping the area as they fanned out and began their search. Ramirez was dressed in robes of the finest silk, a tabard befitting the holy crusaders of yore. A crimson crucifix was emblazoned on the front of the white cloth that covered his breastplate, his helm fixed to his head by blessed nails of iron. Indeed, the holy plate he bore was not worn, but nailed to his burned flesh, the white tabard colored by the crimson that flowed from the stigmata. In his hands, he bore a great blade made of anointed silver, the length of the blade stamped with sacred words in Enochian. Father Nakizy was dressed in his priestly finery, a burning censer wafting incense that smelled oddly like burning hair was held in his withered left hand. In his right, he bore a great golden staff topped with a crucifix, the symbol of his office. Brother Youssef stepped last from the jeep, a massive tank strapped to his back, the small blue pilot light emitting from the nozzle he held in his hands. Nakizy seemed to sniff the air, standing still as he did so, his head tilted back to the stars. After a moment, he called out to the assembled warriors of God. "They are not here. The heathens have gone to ground like the cowards they are. The docks. they are there! Come, Crusaders of the Lord! Cleanse them with the Sword of God!"
...Flamingo Jim pushed the old cutters speed up,hopping to make it into Prague soon...
He'd tried several more times to contact Sylvia and had still gotten no answer, this worried Jim ...worried him a lot..
Sylvia wasn't the sort of person to simply go for hours without contact...particularly under these circumstances...no, she was more likely to badger Jim with call after call until she was certian everything was secured....
" Somethings wrong" Jim muttered to himself as he hung up the boats phone after trying once more to contact the woman..
" Huh?" Trish said from where she stood gazing from the wheelhouse windows at the water below..
" Talking to myself" Jim said dismisively..." Just ignore me.."
" No...somethings bugging you..." Trish said " My guess is it's that you still can't reach that Novack woman"
Jim nodded " It's not like her to just...vanish ...not when she's contacted me to do a mission for her.."
Trish frowned,aprehensive to say what was on her mind...finally she spoke..." Maybe she didn't have a choice.." The woman suggested.
Jim nodded.." That's what I was thinking..." he turned to Trish and sighed " I only hope that she made her self vanish other than..." he trailed off..
" Other than ...someone else did?" Trish said..
" Exactly..." Jim frowned " The fething Six Fingered Hand wants this Bruss guy...Sylvia was trying to help him...and we both know how people who go against those fanatics...well...we both know what can happen.."
Trish nodded "...You think that the same thing that happened to Karen has happened to Novack..?"
Jim shrugged..." I ...don't know...Sylvia knows how to take care of herself...but..." he shrugged again...
" And what about us Cap?" Trish asked " I mean...I teased Murry a lot about being scared...but ...feth...we're going to pick up a fething werewolf...and in the process we'll be pissing off a bunch of murderous religious fanatics who want him dead...fanatics I might add who hold grudges and have agents all over the world..."
Jim smiled a bit " Well...I have sort of made a carer out of pissing people off...nothing new there...but...I understand why you'd be concerned.." he nodded " After we get this Bruss guy out of Prague we'll lay low for a while...maybe in the Bahama's."
Trish smiled " ...A vacation...how nice...now all we have to do is live long enough to go on it.."
Murry stepped into the wheelhouse , his face still worried " Hey Cap...I figure we should try to contact this Joker fella again...we're almost to the Vltava now...so we should be able to"
Jim nodded " Give it another half hour...then try" The Captain noticed the hectic splotches on his bug deckhands face " You look like you've been running a marathon...why so tuckered out?"
Murry laughed " Well...I figured...seeing what we might be getting into..we may need a little extra firepower.."
" And" Jim asked arching an eyebrow.
" I went down into the cargo hold and drug up the.50 caliber and a crate of ammo...figured we'd mount her up" Murry smiled..
Jim and Trish both laughed " You were a boy scout when you were a kid weren't you Murry." the woman giggled " Be prepared" she said giving the big man a snappy salute..
Murry shrugged " Don't see anything wrong with being prepared.."
The sincre expresion on the big mans face only made Trish laugh harder..
Jim sighed " Well since you went through all the trouble to bring it up here...might as well mount her up...Trish give him a hand will you"
The woman chuckled and nodded, following Murry out to the deck where the .50 caliber lay..
As he watched his two crew mount the big machine gun to it's housing Jim shook his head..." God..I hope we don't have any reason to use that thing.." he whispered to himself..
Before him, the cutter nosed it's way into the blue waters of the Vltava.
As the hunters kept watch over the farm, Vincent felt uneasy about having the werewolf with multiple personality disorder in the same room with him. Sure his wife was there and she could probably stop him, and Andy seemed like a nice enough fellow but it was just something he had never done before. "So Andy," Vincent said trying to break the silence, "Joker said that you died before becoming a werewolf."
"Yes I did," Andy nodded, "that's what happens when you get your arm cut off, stabbed in the side, and then give yourself the worst case of sunburn ever by setting off a UV grenade really close to yourself.".
"So what was that like then, coming back you know?" he asked.
"It sucked." Andy said as if he had talked about it before, "There was a lot of pain at first because I was dieing and then it began to go away slowly and slowly when we got to the hospital. I don't know if they drugged me or if that's what happens when you start to move on, but it felt pretty nice having the pain leave. Then it was just incredibly dark for awhile, no idea about that part, but it was dark and there wasn't a source of light like they say in the movies. It seemed like I had been in this dark for about an hour or so before I realized that I needed to start breathing and next thing you know I'm sitting in the hospital morgue looking at Vegas and well I figured out what happened pretty quickly. I was kind of pissed at her, but I know she had good intent.".
"Too bad you didn't get your hand back dear." Wendy said as she looked over her husband, "Or your right mind apparently.".
"You know your brain starts to die without oxygen right?" Vincent asked, "And if you were dead then that means you really weren't breathing."
"So his brain died a little?" Wendy asked as she turned away from the window she was looking through.
"I would put money on it." Vincent said, "Maybe it'll all heal, maybe it won't but it doesn't help the fact that he suffered from physical and mental trauma like that."
"Why are you Mr. Psychologist all of a sudden?" Wendy asked.
"I was a psychology major in college." Vincent turned back to his window, "It helps when you deal with people who see things they shouldn't see.".
"Well we both saw a lot of things that we shouldn't have, and we need to tell the network about the Crooked House for future reference." Wendy stated.
"And you were a vampire for awhile, eh?" Vincent asked nicely.
"I was, don't remember too much, but I remember feeling forced to do things. I think that bastard Pontius tried to get me to feed off of Andy and then there was a lot of pain for some reason and after that I remember a bright light before returning to the house and getting out of there." she said as she looked at the floor.
"Sven made you go poof." Andy said with a frown, "Poor Sven, he did a lot you know. He made a golem that looked like me, he killed a lot of things or at least helped to kill them, and he stuck with us throughout the whole thing. Really nice guy, I wish he had lived."
"Was he like that Bjorn fellow at all?" Wendy asked.
"No, Bjorn seems like a dick. Sven was a nice guy, not a dick at all." Andy looked at his wife, "I miss Sven."
"What about the others? I haven't seen Miranda." Wendy added.
"Vegas is here, you're here, and Miranda is also here with all of the other hunters. Miranda and the others don't talk as much as Vegas and you though."
"Me?"
"Yeah, when you were dead you were here with me." Andy nodded, "We had whole conversations and everything was alright." he said with a smile.
"We're getting you some help when we get home." Wendy ran her fingers through Andy's hair, "By that I mean we're going to get rid of the voices in your head."
"But I don't want them to leave, I miss them all." Andy said defensively.
"I know you miss them, but they aren't coming back and I don't want to not know who I'm talking too or who is holding Michael or who you are when you know, we do other things." Wendy said sternly.
"You want me to get rid of them?" Andy asked sadly.
"Andy, you're just one body." Wendy said tenderly, "How do you expect to share it with so many others? I don't want to hold Vegas, I don't want Miranda to pull me closer, I don't want some hunter I don't know play with Michael, I want Andy Bruss to do all of those things." she said as she looked into Andy's eyes, they were beginning to fill with tears.
"You don't understand though, its my fault that they died." Andy said, "I don't deserve to have my own body because its my fault they don't have theirs."
"Andy, its not your fault for anything that happened." Wendy lifted Andy's chin with her finger, "They weren't the ones who kidnapped me and made you do all of this."
"Its my fault that I didn't just let you die." Andy said, "A lot of people died just for you and I don't know if I made the right decision still."
Andy's words hit her like a brick, had he honestly considered just letting her die? She could understand why he would see that as a solution, but that also meant that she was the reason a lot of hunters were dead in Andy's version of the story. It made her angry, sad, guilty, but mostly mad at her husband who was placing the blame on her. "Listen Andy," she said through gritted teeth, "I love you and I know that you love me too, but do you fething think I wanted to be kidnapped by that fething sleezeball Smalls? Do you think that I wanted to be turned into a fething vampire? Do you think I wanted to be forced to have Michael in that fething place?"
"No." Andy said quietly, "But they died on a mission to save you."
"Did you force them to?" Wendy said as she glared into Andy's eyes, "Did you put a gun to their head and told them that they were going to help you?"
"No." Andy said passively.
"Then they died doing what they wanted to do." Wendy said as she put her face closer to Andy's. "If you fething say that its my fault they all died one more time, I'll kill you and all of them and make it my goddamn fault." she said as she grabbed Andy by the collar, "But if you get it, and I mean finally get it then we'll be one happy family."
"It is your fault you bitch." Andy said with a sneer, his eyes turning a darker shade of brown.
Wendy took her rifle and shoved it against Andy's chest, "Who the feth said that?"
"It was Vegas." Andy said as his eyes turned lighter, "You know I would never call you that, I don't want to hurt your feelings." his eyes changed darker again, "But I wouldn't mind ripping out your damn throat. We went through all of that trouble to save your life and you can't even say that we died for you? You ungrateful whore. How come you came back? Why not Sven or Ace? They tried to save your damn life and died in the fight before we could run away."
"Vegas, you get the feth out of my husband's head." she said as she pointed the rifle to Andy's head.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Vincent shouted, "She's just a voice, she's not really in there, shooting him will just kill him, nothing else."
"Shut up you bastard." Andy shouted, "You think that styling your hair like that makes you cool? You think that going to college makes you fething better than anyone else? You'll probably die and this ungrateful bitch will just say you died doing what you want to do."
"Okay, time to reset." Vincent said as he clubbed Andy in the back of the head. Andy slumped forward onto Wendy's feet and she kept her rifle aimed at his unconscious form. "Stop that, he's sleeping for a bit now." Vincent pushed the rifle aside, "It wasn't him talking, it was Vegas, or what he thinks is Vegas."
"I know, but it still made me fething mad." Wendy said while trying to calm herself down, "Who the feth does she think she is?"
"Its not her." Vincent tried to remind her, "Its not actually Vegas, and if you keep saying 'her' or 'she' he'll start thinking that it actually is Vegas in his head. Don't humor him or the voice."
"Jesus," Wendy said as she knelt down next to Andy, "I came this close to actually shooting him. He needs to lose those voices."
"From what I can guess he will over time, but keep up being positive and don't antagonize him." he said as he turned around to look back out of the window.
"I hope to god that you're right." Wendy said as she did the same.
After a few minutes Andy sat back up and rubbed the back of his head, there was no lump but it still had a dull pain. "Did someone hit me in the back of the head?" Andy asked.
"Yes dear, you were acting funny." Wendy said.
"Oh, okay then." Andy stood up and walked over to the window she was looking through, "I'm sorry Wendy." Andy said, "You know I would never call you a bitch or a whore right?"
"I know Andy," Wendy said, "that's why you need to get rid of them."
"I know, she wasn't being very nice so I'll make sure she leaves with the others so she doesn't do that again." Andy said solemnly, "I promise I will."
"Thank you dear, now just sit down and tell us if you smell anything different." Wendy said calmly.
"Okay I will." he said as he sat on a bed in the room.
Chowder and Kais...While I realize you guys are enjoying your bit of banter...and I'm all well and good with it...both of you need to be writing RP's...I need story progression...
...My trigger finger is getting very itchy...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Don't worry FITZZ, I can do an RP tomorrow morning...
... wait, whats so urgent with Dez, as he is still waiting for Harlow and Musater?
To be honest, we're both waiting on Chowder at this point...I'd finish up whatever we're doing myself but I'd need a PM and even then...it was his idea...
Pain. It jumped all over her body. The silver rounds hiding in her body were excruciating. She tried to yell and failed. Small bubbles of blood formed in her mouth. She felt herself slipping. The pain grew cold. Time grinded to a halt. She watched as Andy appeared before her eyes. “Vegas!” His voice sounded strange, unreal, ….feminine. It was her own voice. She tried to focus on the person above her. It wasn’t Andy. She saw a spitting image of herself hanging over her. “Hey, are you all right?” Her clone asked. “Yeah…” Vegas answered with a clear voice. She talked? How could she do that? Her hands found a path to her neck. It was normal, she felt her skin. Untouched. “You don’t have to worry about that, Vegas.” Her mirror image said. Vegas tore her eyes from herself and watched the surroundings. Everything was white. “I know this place.” She whispered. “I know you do.” Her clone said. “Because I do too.” Vegas observed the girl hovering above her. She looked a lot like herself, but there were differences. Her face wasn’t scarred, no tattoo ran from her wrist to her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled full of life. Just like herself before Empire city. She knew who this person was. “Sky.” She said. Sky smiled “It’s good to see you again. Well, myself again.” “Me too.” Vegas answered. It wasn’t a lie. She felt calm and strangely … complete. Like she was finally herself again.
The sound of clapping hands interrupted the moment betweens Sky and Vegas. Three Velvet stools stood in the middle of the wasteland. Vegas could have sworn, that they weren’t there before. In the furthest stool sat an old lady. She was dressed in a stylish red dress. Black cold eyes stared at the two fresh arrivals. “Reunions always warm my heart.” She softly said. “Please, take a seat.” Vegas blinked her eyes and she sat in the velvet stool. The second before she was still laying on the floor. Sky sat in the third stool, not confused about what just happened. “Would you like some tea?” the old woman friendly asked. Vegas recognized the woman. It was the oracle. The woman smiled as she noticed that Vegas remembered her. “I don’t understand.” Vegas said. “What is happening?” The oracle ignored her. “Would you like some tea, dear?” she asked Sky. “No thank you.” “What is it with you girls, it’s impolite to keep saying no.” She clapped her hands and a young boy appeared, holding a tray loaded with all the requirements to make divine tea. It was Alexander. The young boy she had killed to gain entrance. Or had Sky sliced the child’s neck? Alexander didn’t react to the sight of Vegas. His eyes swirled everywhere, seeing everything but not recognizing it. He groaned and grunted while he placed the tray on the small ivory table that appeared next to the Oracle. “Thank you, Alexander.” The boy smiled, saliva dripping on the floor. And then he was gone, consumed by the whiteness. “Poor boy.” The oracle said pouring hot water in her cup. “What happened to him?” Vegas asked. “Not everyone makes it here completely. Some things are left behind. And after what you did, he just didn’t had a chance.” “Is it because I.... We killed him?” Vegas asked. “No,” Sky replied. “It’s because we used him to create a bridge between this and our world. And you can only traverse that bridge if its connected on both sides. Something was left behind to make our trip possible.” Vegas couldn’t believe it. “Don’t feel bad, my child.” The oracle comforted her. “It was the only way you could have come here. You were meant to come here.”
“Vegas can you hear me? If you can, nod or blink or something.” Vegas eyes focused on Andy and trough the pain she managed to blink.
“Are you all right?” Sky asked. Vegas looked around she was back in the whiteness. “What did just happen?” The Oracle sighted, no one like to be the bringer of bad news. “You’re dying Vegas.” The Oracle said, calmly sipping from her tea. “Aren’t I dead already?” Vegas asked, rubbing her neck to make sure, it wasn’t bleeding. “Time works different here.” The old woman stated. Her dark eyes resting on Vegas. Vegas sighted. “Explain. Why am I here?” “Very well.” The oracle said as she placed her cup back on the table. "You remember coming here for the first time?” Vegas looked at the scars running over both her wrists. “Do you remember your deal?” Vegas and sky nodded. “For each thing gained, something must be given.” Sky said. “I gave you the tools and you paid me.” The oracle continued taking sky’s hand, showing the same scars running over her wrists. “I paid with myself.” Vegas said, the memory of gushing crimson running vibrant in her memory. Sky corrected her; "We paid with our soul" The oracle raised her hands in a diplomatic gesture.“The time has come to pay, my children.” She snapped her fingers.
“I know you’re hurt, but you can make it. I know you can.” Andy grabbed one of Vegas hands with his own.
The whiteness shattered. A wall of darkness emerged before Vegas. She was standing on her own two legs. Sky and The oracle stood next to her. She ignored the fact that she had been moved, without even feeling it. The wall seemed to be pulsing with a heartbeat. It felt alive. “This is you’re payment.” The oracle said, her hair floating in a non existing wind. Vegas swallowed. She knew that it would come to this. But that didn’t make it easier. “Life is balance, my children.” Vegas and sky looked at each other. “Well we both knew, there was a price to pay.” Sky said. “Yeah, but you can’t blame me for hoping it would never come to this.” They both grinned at each other. “Do you think Colt is behind this? …Or Rachel?” Vegas asked. “I don’t know, you are the first living soul I’ve seen here. And that soul is …myself.” Sky answered. “Well I think it’s time to find out what lays beyond.” Vegas stated as she prepared to step in. She stopped when Sky grabbed her hand. Their hands shaked. She felt powerless. Lost and abandoned. She ran into her memories, hoping to evade reality. Until she remembered the saying James used to tell them. She had never grasped the meaning behind the ancient Hunters creed. Until now, standing at the edge of death. She filled her lunges and recited the ancient verse:
“We go were the demons go, the endless hunt. There’s no escaping it, .... we are already dead.”
Halfway in, Sky spoke the words together with her. At the end they looked at each other. Both their eyes twinkling with insanity, roaring Adrenaline, heavy breathing. The hunt had just begun. They pressed each other’s hand tightly as they ran towards the wall. Eager to find out where the endless hunt would take them.
"Vegas, you can do this. You're going to get better and we'll get through this." he pleaded. Vegas seemed to smirk, as if she was saying "Yeah right." as she began to blink, eventually her eyes began to stay closed longer before they remained shut. "Vegas? Come on Vegas, wake up." Andy felt her grip weaken and soon her hand dropped limp. He grabbed onto her shoulder, "Wake up, don't die, get up. Please Vegas, just be sleeping, just be sleeping." he said as tears welled into his eyes.
*****
The Oracle gazed upon the spot where Vegas and sky had leaped into the wall. It had taken her a long time to come to this point, she had started planning this from the time she became aware. Centuries of time and effort, hoping to stop the unavoidable. It all came to an end in the Crooked house. She had failed. He got away, tipping the balance in his favor. The wall pulsated as it slowly pushed outwards. Slowly absorbing the whiteness. It wouldn't take long before it would break through, finding a way out. The Oracle cursed herself for throwing the dice one last time, they wouldn't succeed. But the Oracle held on to that little glimmer of hope, as her visions got overrun by a never ending darkness.
... now I remember, and Dez hung back and watched her die...
And then he ate her, that post went from being touching and dramatic to being kind of off, but when it comes to Andy now, did it really surprise anyone?
Its okay though silly, Vegas still lives as a voice in Andy's head.
... now I remember, and Dez hung back and watched her die...
And then he ate her, that post went from being touching and dramatic to being kind of off, but when it comes to Andy now, did it really surprise anyone?
Its okay though silly, Vegas still lives as a voice in Andy's head.
I've got a feeling that may have come around due to the reappearance Wendy that we may have not seen the last of Vegas...
Either way, Dont count on Andy having a monopoly on the "voice of Vegas" for much longer...
And the voice in Dez's head (Atlas, of course) is telling him to crush Vegas' very soul, before tearing ahole in the RP,. and coming into the real world to go on a killing rampage, while he looks for you...
... now I remember, and Dez hung back and watched her die...
And then he ate her, that post went from being touching and dramatic to being kind of off, but when it comes to Andy now, did it really surprise anyone?
Its okay though silly, Vegas still lives as a voice in Andy's head.
I've got a feeling that may have come around due to the reappearance Wendy that we may have not seen the last of Vegas...
Either way, Dont count on Andy having a monopoly on the "voice of Vegas" for much longer...
As explained to me, Wendy only came back because she was a vampire who died in the Crooked House and there was some sort of interdimensional thingy that happened because the house can go anywhere anytime and that includes dimensions. So its closer to alternate dimension Wendy.
halonachos wrote:As explained to me, Wendy only came back because she was a vampire who died in the Crooked House and there was some sort of interdimensional thingy that happened because the house can go anywhere anytime and that includes dimensions. So its closer to alternate dimension Wendy.
Wasn't referring specifically to the Crooked house just the theme that people keep coming back to haunt others in this RP: Smalls...Jimbo...Wendy...
You forgot Miranda, but she should be in the hospital's morgue still. I was considering having Andy bring her back as a werewolf but seeing her history with wolves she would kill Andy and then herself.
halonachos wrote:You forgot Miranda, but she should be in the hospital's morgue still. I was considering having Andy bring her back as a werewolf but seeing her history with wolves she would kill Andy and then herself.
Wait...a wolf can bring another person back to life by biting them? I thought the only reason it worked on Andy was because he was only "clinically dead"
halonachos wrote:You forgot Miranda, but she should be in the hospital's morgue still. I was considering having Andy bring her back as a werewolf but seeing her history with wolves she would kill Andy and then herself.
Wait...a wolf can bring another person back to life by biting them? I thought the only reason it worked on Andy was because he was only "clinically dead"
Yeah, I think it works in a certain time frame though. Andy was clinically dead yes.
halonachos wrote:You forgot Miranda, but she should be in the hospital's morgue still. I was considering having Andy bring her back as a werewolf but seeing her history with wolves she would kill Andy and then herself.
Wait...a wolf can bring another person back to life by biting them? I thought the only reason it worked on Andy was because he was only "clinically dead"
Yeah, I think it works in a certain time frame though. Andy was clinically dead yes.
okay I just wanted to make sure we weren't going to run into any Nazi zombie werewolves....
"Why are we here?" Dez muttered, staring into the sky.
"I don't know. Maybe because it is our duty. Maybe because we feel we have to," Carl answered sincerely, walking back to the building.
"Where are you going?"
"Back inside," Carl stopped to say, before continuing. "I need to think some things through."
Dez watched him go, and looked back up into the night sky. The stars. The moon, always hanging there above him, pulling his darker side out and into the fray. It was what lost him Rachel.
"Racel, god, I wish you were still here," Dez murmured, as he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled something out.
It was the picture, of himself and Rachel on the beach, smiling, happy, the same one he had taken off of her corpse. He still had it, even after all of the fighting. After all of the mayhem, betrayal, and anger. A tear fell on the picture, and he began to tremble. He still had it, and always will, until the day he dies.
"Tim, how far are we?" Mary asked, entering the cockpit of the blackbird.
"Not far at all," he answered. "We should arrive shortly."
"Good, good," she smiled, before turning around, and walking away.
For god's sake stop bothering me! It's hard enough driving this high tech aircraft without you constantly buzzing in my ear, Mary! Tristans alright, but you seriously get on my nerves. I mean, I still don't feel so good about returning to Prague, especially with everything that happened last time I was there. Dez nearly got us all killed, and from what I hear, he almost got himself killed recently. Damn. I don't like this, not at all.
Dez put the picture back in his pocket. He was done being all emotional all the time. It got him nowhere.
He was going to show Natasha what he is capable of, and she will die by his hand. She will die.
I do hope so
"I also. She is experienced, and very old. I can't afford to make any mistakes when we meet," Dez answered.
"There, touching down in the forest now. Once we get out, Carl is just up the ridge, in a warehouse. We'll meet him there," Tim said, undoing his buckle, and exiting the cockpit to meet his allies.
"Great," Tristan said, smiling as he picked up his shotgun, and checking it was loaded. "Then lets load up, and go to meet them."
There's somebody coming up the ridge. Better look out
Dez looked around instantly, checking for any movement.
"I see them, some people with guns coming up the-" Dez paused. "Wait. That's Tim. The reinforcements are here. Thank god, and I was thinking it was just gonna be us."
Dez walked to the top of the ridge and waited for the group to come up to him before speaking.
"I'm glad you all could make it. We are a bit pressed here, and I presume you know why," he said, holding out his hand.
"Yeah," Tim answered, taking the handshake. "We came as soon as we heard about it. Its good to see you again."
"And its generally just good to see you," Tristan said, walking up towards the warehouse, Dez and the others by his side. "Now, lets find Carl. We have a lot to discuss."
"Deal." Ryan said after thinking the situation over. Natasha smiled warmly, and took him by the arm. She and Ryan moved at a leisurely pace across the room and through the doors, into the mansion. The others of the group had seemed to have moved off to see to their own matters, but it didn't seem to phase Natasha, and as such, Ryan found he to didn't care. Ivan was pacing along at his side, a wary smile on his face. He had a friend in this place, Ryan mused, or was it a minder? Doubtless he would have freedom here, but would he ever be truly left alone? Natasha came to a stop in the entrance hall, the pair of staircases hugging the sides of the wall leading up to the second floor.
"Here I must leave you, at least for the moment, I have matters to attend. Ivan will show you to anything you wish." Ivan nodded his head slightly, and once the wolf Queen was gone, slapped Ryan on the back. He turned and looked across at him with an arched brow, but Ivan seemed not to care. He was a large wolf, well built, his body bulging with thick corded muscle, and he had a large beard sweeping across his face. In truth, he reminded Ryan of Longar somewhat, but, instead of feeling unease around him, he felt relaxed.
"So Ryan, what is it you wa- "
"My son."
Ivan nodded slightly, and beckoned for him to follow. They moved quietly through the mansion, and through several rooms. Each one showed decadence beyond his imaginations, but also the hardiness of the men who lived within the walls. One room, a smoking lounge was exquisitely decorated with plush arm chairs and fine oak tables, but there was also discarded rounds lying across the floor, a rifle hanging from the antlers of a magnificent Moose head, and a plethora of empty beer bottles. Each room they passed through got similar reactions. That is, almost none. The wolves they met didn't seem to notice Ryan, or detect him as any more than another wolf joining the pack. He wasn't anything special. That led his thoughts onto different matters; now he had joined the Queen, was he a pack leader any more, or was he subservient? Ivan led them through a brightly lit kitchen with a high ceiling, in which Ryan spotted the stag he had brought in hanging from a meat hook at the back. It looked so much less majestic now it was dead, and he felt a pang of regret for ending its life.
"It seems like we're taking the scenic route here, can't we just go straight to my son?" Ryan said, as it became apparent the time it was taking. Instead, Ivan just laughed jovially.
"Ryan, this is a large mansion, it had many many rooms. And Cass, he is kept in the safest, most remote one. There is only one way to get to his room, and we are taking that route."
"Why is it through a kitchen?"
Ivan winked conspiratorially, and carried on walking. After a moments silence he said, "If you were going to attack a castle, would you presume the most precious treasure would be kept in the Kitchen, or in the treasury?"
"I don't-"
"He is the last place anyone would ever expect to find him, and therefore the safest. If the Mansion were ever to fall, this would be the last place to be checked, if at all. We would get your son to safety no matter what."
"A small room hidden back here doesn't seem to be the safest bastion I could of imagined."
Ivan smiled again. "A castle, even a castle with great walls and parapets, would be the worst defense if it had no one defending it. Natasha has placed her best and boldest as guardians of your child. They swore oaths to protect Cass over the lives of any others, be they friends, family, or the Queen herself. Their names are Sansa and Nelson, and I'm afraid they are a none negotiable part of looking after your son. Wherever he is, they will be."
Ryan sniffed, obviously displeased. "Right, let's just hope we get along then."
They took another turn, and started to head up a small staircase, far more rickety and plain than those in the entrance hall. At the top of the stairs was a long corridor leading to a single isolated room. Ivan motioned for him to continue. Ivan watched as Ryan entered the room on his own, and smiled. Without a second glance, he turned on his heel and went back to his work.
OOC: Really disappointed with this, I wasn't really feeling it tonight, y'know? Still, hopefully this will tide over things for the time being, and open up some stuff for the mansion. I'll get a follow up done shortly, maybe tonight if inspiration does hit. Until then, adieu.
I'm back. We all miss Vegas...we could use some more Hunters right about now. So did the vamps just find us? And did I read it wrong or do they have a tank?
I don't really recall a time when Jarin and Dez have come near one another... ...And seeing Jarin is over 500 years old and built like a tank...plus has been a master of real warfare for centuries...he'd pop Dez's head like a grape...but then..Dez seems to suffer from delusions of grandure quit a bit.
Not a bad RPBTW...I like how Dez is starting to really struggle with himself.
darksage wrote:I'm back. We all miss Vegas...we could use some more Hunters right about now. So did the vamps just find us? And did I read it wrong or do they have a tank?
No...not that I've read...where are you seeing that????
I don't really recall a time when Jarin and Dez have come near one another... ...And seeing Jarin is over 500 years old and built like a tank...plus has been a master of real warfare for centuries...he'd pop Dez's head like a grape...but then..Dez seems to suffer from delusions of grandure quit a bit.
Not a bad RPBTW...I like how Dez is starting to really struggle with himself.
Stop copying Andy! Only he can go insane until his brain fully heals back to normal.
darksage wrote:I'm back. We all miss Vegas...we could use some more Hunters right about now. So did the vamps just find us? And did I read it wrong or do they have a tank?
No...not that I've read...where are you seeing that????
There is a vampire who knows about Andy's whereabouts, but he won't be getting directly involved in this RP at least.
Pontius and the hunters who don't know its Pontius are at the warehouse that Joker and company had just left. The 'tank' mentioned was part of a flamethrower.
darksage wrote:I'm back. We all miss Vegas...we could use some more Hunters right about now. So did the vamps just find us? And did I read it wrong or do they have a tank?
No...not that I've read...where are you seeing that????
There is a vampire who knows about Andy's whereabouts, but he won't be getting directly involved in this RP at least.
Pontius and the hunters who don't know its Pontius are at the warehouse that Joker and company had just left.
Well...actually I believe they are now headed for the Docks..where they will either A) Wait and spring a trap when Andy and Company show up...or B)..Leave the Docls and try to follow Andy and the others trail to the farm..
I'm surprised that Andy doesn't have a Pontius personality rattling about in his poor head.
IC:
Smalls stepped into the cool, damp chamber, his boots crunching and splintering the small bones that littered the cave. Even with his enhanced senses, the cave was almost completely shrouded in darkness that threatened to choke him with umbral talons. He walked on, his eyes searching about for what he sought. Feeling his legs give out from under him on a slab of wet stone, Smalls cried out as he splashed into the brackish water. Smalls struggled furiously, shouting as pale, withered hands clawed at his clothing, threatening to drag him to a watery grave. He kicked and screamed and a pale finger hooked the inside of his mouth, and other limbs grabbed at his face. The shapes of emaciated children could be seen now, seeking to drown this intruder in their prison. Smalls was screaming hysterically, his limbs thrashing and flailing to no avail against the grip of the dead children. As his strength began to wane, the wights pulled Smalls under the surface of the black water, holding tight to his torso light daemonic anchors. Smalls watched as the surface grew ever farther from his reach, and bubbles ripped from his raw throat as his attempted to scream his last. As lack of air began to cause his vision to fail, and his grip on the waking world to wave, Smalls felt a great something seize his body from above and tug him with terrible force from the dead children. The surface rushed towards him at great speed, and Smalls could not help but wonder if it was perhaps better to die by the hands of the wights than face his rescuer. Smalls felt himself airborne for a moment, then a great impact and a surge of pain as he collided with the wet rock of the cave. Smalls gasped, coughing as he expelled the salty water from his lungs. His vision swimming and his chest heaving, he turned his head to face his savior. Smalls paled at the sight of the massive creature of yellowed bone, the abominable thing regarding him with all too human eyes in an equine skull. Massive talons hung from its great, long arms that nearly touched the floor. The reek of death and rot wafted from the creature in a great miasma, causing Smalls to empty to stomach onto the cave floor. The creature spoke in a dry voice that was both happy and malevolent without depth.
"Why do you come into the Marl Pit, little man? You stink of the Kindred, yet you are not among them. A thin-blooded whelp, perhaps? Yes, that is what you are. You do not belong here, little thinling. I am hungry and like a foolish fly have blundered into my web. I've never eaten one such as you before. I wonder what you will taste like..."
Smalls scrambled back as the terror stalked towards him, taloned hands growing and stretching far beyond their natural length to grasp him. He flung his hands in front of his speaking quickly to preserve his life. "Rawhead! Spare me! I am but a servant! I would make a poor meal for one such as you! I come to tell you of a meal far more satisfying and sumptuous than I!" Tommy Rawhead paused, and coked its skull to the side in interest.
"What do you offer me, thinling?"
Smalls couldn't believe his luck, and nearly choked on his next words. "You were cheated by the man, Bruss. He took his child and refused to leave his meat as a replacement. His son yet lives, and is ripe for the picking. His name is Michael, and he resides with Wendy Bruss' mother. His flesh is yours, and the debt is repaid."
The skull seemed to grin even wider. "Oh yes, thinling. That will do quite nicely. Quite nicely indeed..."
FITZZ wrote: Wait...how did Smalls go from being with Father Nakizy to being in a cave?
Sorry, should have explained that a bit more, but Smalls wandered down to the Marl Pit after the initial meeting with Nakizy. Hence his absence at the warehouse.
FITZZ wrote: Wait...how did Smalls go from being with Father Nakizy to being in a cave?
Sorry, should have explained that a bit more, but Smalls wandered down to the Marl Pit after the initial meeting with Nakizy. Hence his absence at the warehouse.
I like the idea your going for, but as I recall, Smalls drove Nakizy to the Hospital to " visit" Ramirez...and Smalls was chomping at the bit to get to Andy...
Seems odd he would leave Nakizy's side and return to the crooked house just now...unless he was ordered by Nakizy ( Pontius) to do so..??
... Murry wiped the sweat from his forehead and stepped back from the gun coupling ..." That should do it.." he said swiveling the .50 Caliber in it's housing.." we'll cover it with a tarp...until we need it."
Trish sighed " With any luck it'll just stay under the tarp...I for one hope we won't be needing it at all.." she casually kicked the crate of ammo at her feet.." I'd much prefer a fast pick up and a faster exit...no shooting...no problems."
" Me too" Murry said " But..I'd rather have her and not need her than need her and not have her."
Trish gently punched the big man in the arm " You really are a boy scout aren't you?" she laughed
" I just want all of us to get out in one piece" Murry said staring off at the water.." That's all I'm worried about right now."
The woman nodded " Me too big guy...me too."
Flamingo Jim's head popped out of the wheelhouse window.." Hey Murry!!...we're getting closer...try giving that Joker guy a call again...tell him we'll be at Hershall Docks in roughly 4 hours..maybe a bit less."
" Got ya Cap" the big man called back with a wave..moving to the side of the boat he dialed the contact number he had..and waited..
His answer came after a moment..." Yes.." A deep voice at the other end of the line...
" Is this..Joker?" Murry asked..
" The one and only." The voice replied..
Murry smiled slightly " Finally...we've had some problems getting a signal to contact you...this is Murry, I'm part of Jim's crew..on route for pick up of one Andy Bruss .."
The voice on the other end sounded relieved " Damn...good..we were getting concerned.."
Murry nodded " The Cap wanted to inform you we're about four hours out..maybe less..we will be at Hershall Docks by early morning...we're trying to move fast...so I hope you guys are there and ready to go.."
" We will be" Joker said.." Just call when your close.."
" Will do" Murry said, he added " Are you being pursued as of now..?"
" Not at this moment" Joker replied " But yeah...we've had a few run ins...and I'm sure the Purifiers are still hunting us."
" Yeah" Murry sighed " Bout what I was afraid off...just stay low and be at the docks...ready to move..."
Joker assured the man they would be there and hung up..
Murry leaned against the boat rails and watched the river...a small prayer on his lips.
Frederick, or as his peers called him 'Freddy' sat in the back of the private jet, the fine red upholstery felt cool through the fabric of his suit. He buckled up and waited for the pilot to start the engines as he reflected on how Claudius had killed Richard for little more than asking about what he had said. Sometimes Claudius was hard to understand, he spoke fast whenever he was excited or worried about something and Freddy could tell that he was more worried than excited. His latest endeavor had probably killed a higher known member of the kindred and was now being hunted. It was no secret that Andy had attracted quite a following of enemies and people who wished to do him and his family harm and as of right now there were several agents watching over Bruss's offspring and over Bruss's current whereabouts. They were ordered not to engage members of the kindred unless they showed clear intent of harm, and even then they were to make an offering instead of fighting them. But nonetheless Freddy found himself en route to the Crooked House in order to explain to whoever about Claudius's plan. He hoped he wouldn't have to talk to anyone too high up the food chain, then he thought about his own position in Claudius's employment. He was just a ghoul, he was expendable and he knew it. He had served Claudius for many years and his family had done the same without ever embracing a single one of them and the fact bothered him, his family had been faithful for centuries yet they were still in the lower echelon of their society. He shook his head as the plane lifted off, it was better to get the notions of anger out of his head before reaching Prague. His family would raise in status soon enough he believed, and when that day came all of the work he and his ancestors had done would be worth it.
Scarlett looked at the Stirgoi her smile broadening as she glanced at Nero, and then back to the Kindred before her. Inside the voice rumbled with a chatter of old words that although she did not recognize, she understood, she closed her eyes for a moment then stared at him from under her eyelashes.
"I like this one." She said softly.
"Perhaps he would be worthy of the blood." Muttered Nero.
He stepped forward, his arms splitting into long scythe like blades as he took a step forward, Scarlett lifting her hand sharply stopped him cold, he looked towards her a confused frown as he glanced at the smiling Stirgoi.
"Not all need to be Inducted immediately dear Nero, the memory of the Vicissitude shares this with us. Not all those who stood amongst the Blood in times past needed to be."
Nero nodded, and gave a respectful bow before stepping back into his position, his arms returning to normal by the time he was still. Scarlett stepped towards the Stirgoi and looked him over, the smile still hanging upon her face.
"So you wish to stand beside us V'ral, maybe one day join us fully?"
"I will stand with you, and perhaps." V'ral said with a mild grin.
"Then it is settled, for now the blood will consider you an ally."
V'ral bowed towards her, and stepped forward. He noted Lilith finally standing up behind Scarlett, still lost to the changes around her, by the looks of her face she had been shocked by the grip of her new insight. She seemed almost out of it.
"So what now daughter of Caine?" He asked looking at the eye of Anubis behind them.
Scarlett smiled, her mouth breaking as she grinned with razor teeth.
"We rest, I have some words I need to share with Lilith... Victoria, alone." Scarlett said with a warmth that seemed out of place.
Lilith, glanced forwards, inside her the blood swarmed her senses, she could barely think straight, she looked at Scarlett, a heightened impression of some kind of connection between them, she tried to shake it off, but the blood almost gave a glow to the auras around themselves. Scarlett took her by the hand and led her to the door, Olivia flicking the switch looked on with a amused smile, while Nero walked over to V'ral.
"How long for?" V'ral added, looking to Scarlett as she slowly led Lilith out of the chamber, the red haired kindred paused and looked back toward him.
"We shall see, patience seems to be something you have V'ral. Let us not rush what could be a memorable night." She purred, flicking her gaze between him and Lilith, before she and the ancient vanished from view.
V'ral folded his arms and glanced at Nero. The two older vampires had known one another in passing for centuries. Nero looked at the Stirgoi with mild disdain, while V'ral seemed unconcerned either way.
"So, the Blackrook, to protect against the shadows of an ancient power. Hows that working out for you?" asked V'ral with a slight smirk.
"Hmph, It would seem you where right." Nero said with a quiet hiss to his voice.
"I did tell you this would be the way of it."
Nero said nothing, he just watched as Scarlett and Lilith walked away, his memories of what the Blackrook had been, had stood for where quickly fading, all that mattered now was the blood, and the focus of their new path. He noted Olivia walking over to them and placing her hand on his shoulder.
"We will need others." Olivia said looking forward.
Nero and V'ral nodded.
"Do not fear young Olivia, this is but a beginning." Said Nero with a wicked grin.
...Natasha moved silently up the stairs to the mansions second floor, Ryan would no doubt be visiting with his child now and her sister was off somewhere with Jarin, exploring the mansion..or each other.
The Queen entered her chambers and slipped from her dress, she loathed wearing human garb and shed it whenever possiable...sighing she stepped out onto her private balcony and breathed in the early morning air...enjoying the glow of the moon and the stillness around her..stretching her lean muscular frame and closing her eyes.
She found herself momentarily lost in thought...her mind seeming to drift through the centuries as one would flip through pages in a book...
Her Birth..over a thousand years ago near the steppes of Russia ...her parents...viciously murdered by the damnable Leech when she was still but a pup..her frantic escape into Germany, hiding until she was powerful enough to fight back..
Natasha laughed, lowering her head...fight back...it seems those words could sum up her entire existance...for as long as she could recall she had been fighting back...against the Vampires...against the humans...even against the traitors of her own kind who for one reason or other sold themselves to service for those who would destroy her kind...
...And Destroy her kind they had...so many lost...so many gone.
How many had Natasha seen die at the hands of the Leeches...or the Humans...?...even she could not easily remember...though she knew she'd never forget the death screams of her kin...the sight of their corpses...no...that would haunt her ...forever.
She wiped a tear away and raised her head...staring up at the moon..
She prayed that now..now that her sister was with her...now that the infant and his powerful father had joined them...she prayed..no...she vowed that her kind would suffer no longer...
She knew their enemies were out there...Human. Vampire...even Wolf...
She knew they would all eventually come...with murder in their minds...murder for her kind...her family..
And she knew when they did...may whatever god or gods they pray to help them and prepare to greet them all.
FITZZ wrote:...Natasha moved silently up the stairs to the mansions second floor, Ryan would no doubt be visiting with his child now and her sister was off somewhere with Jarin, exploring the mansion..or each other.
The Queen entered her chambers and slipped from her dress, she loathed wearing human garb and shed it whenever possiable...sighing she stepped out onto her private balcony and breathed in the early morning air...enjoying the glow of the moon and the stillness around her..stretching her lean muscular frame and closing her eyes.
She found herself momentarily lost in thought...her mind seeming to drift through the centuries as one would flip through pages in a book...
Her Birth..over a thousand years ago near the steppes of Russia ...her parents...viciously murdered by the damnable Leech when she was still but a pup..her frantic escape into Germany, hiding until she was powerful enough to fight back..
Natasha laughed, lowering her head...fight back...it seems those words could sum up her entire existance...for as long as she could recall she had been fighting back...against the Vampires...against the humans...even against the traitors of her own kind who for one reason or other sold themselves to service for those who would destroy her kind...
...And Destroy her kind they had...so many lost...so many gone.
How many had Natasha seen die at the hands of the Leeches...or the Humans...?...even she could not easily remember...though she knew she'd never forget the death screams of her kin...the sight of their corpses...no...that would haunt her ...forever.
She wiped a tear away and raised her head...staring up at the moon..
She prayed that now..now that her sister was with her...now that the infant and his powerful father had joined them...she prayed..no...she vowed that her kind would suffer no longer...
She knew their enemies were out there...Human. Vampire...even Wolf...
She knew they would all eventually come...with murder in their minds...murder for her kind...her family..
And she knew when they did...may whatever god or gods they pray to help them and prepare to greet them all.
After reading this I imagined Natasha saying come at me bro to the moon.
Joker jogged upstairs to tell the others about the call he had just received. "Pack your gear and let's go." he called out as he reached the top.
"What, did you see something?" Wendy asked, anxiety lingering on her voice.
"No, just got a call saying that they're about four hours out. We need to get packed and get ready to go because they want to leave asap."
"That's great news." Vincent said as he continued to look outwards.
"Yeah and we're going to take them there." Jim called out from the bottom of the staircase.
"You guys are coming along too?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, we hardly get any action out here because those purifiers usually take everything." Jim chuckled, "I figured we might as well dust ourselves off and move out."
"Is that it then?" Andy asked, "We can go home soon, or at least be on our way home soon!" he said excitedly while jumping to his feet.
"We're going to the docks to meet them, hopefully there won't be any of the purifiers there but if there are then we'll deal with them and find our own way out of dodge." Jim said, Vincent glared back at him, "I know you don't like the idea but it would give us a good reason to get out of this dirt heap."
"Get you stuff ready to leave." Joker finished the conversation, "We'll be leaving in less than thirty minutes."
I don't really recall a time when Jarin and Dez have come near one another... ...And seeing Jarin is over 500 years old and built like a tank...plus has been a master of real warfare for centuries...he'd pop Dez's head like a grape...but then..Dez seems to suffer from delusions of grandure quit a bit.
Not a bad RPBTW...I like how Dez is starting to really struggle with himself.
Dez met him after Varro was killed, he led the group that Dez, Kes, and Carl fought...
halonachos wrote:Stop copying Andy! Only he can go insane until his brain fully heals back to normal.
Well, Dez was the on struggling way before Andy...
... he lost his Uncle, and was turned in the first RP...
... and he lost Rachel, Kes, Dominic, Ella, Billy, and found out Carl was his father, and almost got blown up in this one...
... so I think he would be struggling way more, and for way longer than Andy...
Well, there is always number 3.
"So, is everyone ready to go? This is one boat we can't miss." Joker said as he rushed by everyone to make sure they weren't forgetting anything important.
"Who should have the Purifiers device?" Bjorn asked as he packed the last of his things.
"Normally I would say Andy but since the silver burns him he's out. Bjorn you will be doing your magic so you don't really need it. Vincent and Jim you guys are splitting off from us I wouldn't recommend it. Bishop you are a sniper. That leaves Wendy, Rook, and me. Who should use it?"
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:He should never have been trusted with that remote detonator
It was so frikking obvious he would use to blow Dez up!
And of course Wendy seems like a responsible person...
.... ...But it was his remote detonator...and his pan to blow Dez up from the start..
From Jokers perspective...everything went according to plan...well...except for Dez surviving the explosion.
FITZZ, you're more naggy than my mom. She's 53 and is going through the 'RAEG' phase of menopause.
Anyway, on to the RP.
Musater and Harlow walked to the door of the apartment. Musater briefed him as they went in the dimly lit hallway.
"There will be 3 men, and one woman. I will deal with the men, and I need you to help the woman. Find the bedroom, and get her into it. Wrap a blanket around her, and try to comfort her. She will be very scared, and if you need to knock her out, do so. We just need her not to freak out."
Harlow looked at Musater, all prepped up and ready to go. "And why don't you help her?"
Musater looked at Harlow very slyly. "Well, as you know, I'm not the greatest people person." Musater laughed a bit at his joke as he walked to the apartment. Harlow didn't seem to get it. The approached the door. Musater pulled the sledgehammer out from his bag. Harlow looked at it. The thing was not a commercial one, but instead used for slamming down concrete walls. It weighed 30 pounds at the head, and looks scary as feth. "You ready?" Harlow nodded.
"Oh, and one last thing. She's 14." Harlow's eyes widened as Musater broke the door off it's hinges with his foot. It went flying inwards, and the occupants of the building scrambled. Harlow looked appalled as the three fat pigs tried in vain to put their pants back on. The girl was stark naked, crying, the gag in her mouth preventing her from screaming out for help.
"You sick feths. Harlow, now!" Musater threw the Machete strapped to his leg into the groin of one on the men. He cried out in pain as Harlow grabbed the child and ran into the other room. One man tried to run, but Musater grabbed him and hurled him against a wall. "You will all die here. I will kill you like the pigs you are." He hefted the slegdehammer. The fist man to whimper was instantly struck in the chest. He fell down, and Musater picked him up. Placing his teeth on the corner of the broken in door. He smiled as he stamped on the back of the man's head. His skull crushed like a grape as what remained of his teeth were scattered around the room.
One of the remaining men (the one with new penis piercing) decided he wanted to die faster, and threw himself out the window. He hit the ground with a sicking sound, like a jello cup exploding. The last man alive began to beg for mercy. "Oh god, please! I can pay you! Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"
Musater made a tsk tsk tsk noise as he began walking towards the crying man. "Death doesn't make deals."
Harlow heard the scream through a deadbolted door. He's fairly certain that everyone else in Prague heard it, as well. The girl was still crying, but less. She was wrapped in a blanket, and she was cuddling up with Harlow as a child to a mother. He petted her hair, trying to sooth her. Musater looked at the two, and walked back to the dead men. He began to hack up the bodies, content that he had made this shithole better.
I suppose I am though, it comes from basically ( for all intents and purposes) running a shop where my voice is the fething voice of god and my lowly co-workers dare not anger me...
Harlow waited for the sounds of screaming to stop. He then heard from outside the small room, the sound of Musater hacking apart the bodies of the criminals and placing them into body bags. He looked back down at the child, such a fragile human thing, she smelled strongly of fear and lay passed out in Harlow's arms. Harlow looked up and around, he saw that the room he was in was a small bedroom, this entire building stank of the filth of an inner city tenement and wasn't much better looking. Still though, Harlow hauled the girl up onto the bed and left her there, turning back to enter the main room, one of his pistols drawn just to be sure. He found Musater in the room, finishing up cleaning the mess and strapping the bloody machete back to his thigh. Harlow's lip curled in disgust momentarily, it was mainly the combined scents of bleach, blood, and filth that nearly caused him to gag. He pulled up the shroud he wore around his neck to cover his nose and held it there with one hand, looking at Musater.
"You done?" He said indifferently, looking at the body bags the man had filled up. Musater nodded.
"Yes, now lets go before people start to get nosy." He said.
"What about her?" Harlow said jerking a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the girl.
"Leave her there, the police will know what to do with her when they get here." Musater said as he heaved the body bags onto his shoulder and walked out. Harlow followed him, as they made their way into the hall and towards the stairs, Harlow saw many doors open down the hall and a few heads poking out to see what was wrong. A quick look at Harlow's expression and the sight of the weapon in his hand was enough to curb all but one of their curiosities. A dog, one of the biggest, scarred, muscle bound mastiffs Harlow had seen came at him from down the hall, growling a challenge out of its spiked collar covered throat. Harlow didn't flinch, he looked the dog in the eyes and gave it a returning growl himself. The dog hesitated for a moment, then it dropped its ears and turned around, trotting away with its tail between its legs. Harlow spat at the ground next to his feet and turned to follow Musater.
"That's what I thought." He said to himself as he walked away.
The two made it outside to where the third body was and Musater handed the bags he had to Harlow, preparing the third and final one for the splattered body on the concrete outside. Harlow looked the dead man over, he looked up to the window he had fallen from, and back down to the man. He had fallen from a great height, his legs were twisted at unnatural angles and his torso looked like a pancake. It was not a pretty sight and there were already a few people looking out their windows at the spectacle. Once again, the imposing form of Harlow and Musater as they went about cleaning up the mess was enough to dissuade them.
"Take these and head on back to the apartment. I'll have this one ready to go shortly and meet you back there..." Musater began and turned back to the body on the ground as he spoke. "Given your lack of driving skill I should be there before you."
"Hardee fething har." Harlow chimed as if he was actually offended by Musater's humor. Without another word, he secured the bags to his bike, revved his engine and roared off into the early morning hours.
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Meanwhile, Holly had just finished parking the Van back in the garage and was now headed back into the apartment. She walked slowly, her posture sagging in thought. She went over their conversation over and over again in her mind and although she had originally agreed with Harlow, she was now torn between the two options. One one hand she had what was right for the group they were now a part of, on the other hand she had what was right for her. The argument tore at her mind as a moral war raged in her head. Finally she stopped and leaned on one of the columns in the dimly lit garage and closed her eyes tightly, trying vainly to figure this out.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit." She whispered to herself loathingly. "What do I do? Who do I listen to?" She asked herself ruefully, pleadingly...
In frustration she fixed her hair from the gentle breeze she was feeling....wait...breeze? In the garage?
She turned around, she was no longer in the garage but a field of grass and blue sky in front of her. She stared dumbstruck at it all, her mind unable to comprehend what had just impossibly happened. It was all strange and yet felt so similar. She had a sensation of deja vu and then suddenly realized that this was the same sort of thing that had happened in the gas station...
A far away whisper caught her ear, she could just make it out but couldn't tell what it was saying, it seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere and Holly desperately looked around at the open space around her for its source.
"Who's there?" She finally asked out loud.
"Someone you know." A soft voice came from behind her so suddenly that she almost fell over as she spun around, her breath coming in quick shallow spurts. Holly was again struck with a feeling of impossibility, before her stood her sister, whole and well, unlike the last time she had seen her in a pool of her own blood.
"H-How?" Holly asked unsurely.
"Doesn't matter." Vegas insisted, her tone relaxed but her expression stern. "I don't have long so listen."
"Okay." Holly said, still unsure, wondering whether she had lost her mind.
"The vampires, you remember the one that you saw? The one that speared me? We killed him but there are so many others. The hunter woman, the one that was at the docks, she wasn't lying, in fact she was making an understatement."
"They're preparing for war." Holly said numbly, repeating what she had heard earlier. Vegas nodded.
"That's right. Those bastards have rallied every kindred under their influence." Vegas said sternly. "You cannot imagine the amount of havoc they will unleash on Prague. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"
"I-I don't...know." Holly stuttered, the war of right and wrong coming back to her mind. Her expression turned to sadness and then surprise as Vegas smiled.
"You're thinking about it too hard sis." She said. " What does your heart tell you?" She asked.
"I don't know." Holly said putting her hands to her head and closing her eyes in frustration. She felt her sisters hands force her arms to her side and lift her chin to look at her.
"I'll tell you what your heart tells you. It tells you to live, it tells you to see Ryan again, it tells you to live for Lisa. You agree with Harlow but you're thinking about it too hard." She said firmly but softly.
"How do you know what my heart says?" Holly asked.
"Because even if you don't know what it says, I do. Do what this tells you to do and stop using this so much, you'll never go wrong." Vegas said pointing to Holly's chest and head respectively. She then turned and began to walk away into the space of the open field.
"Where are you going?" Holly called after her.
"See you around." Vegas replied...
Reality popped like a bubble. Holly blinked and was standing back in the garage where she had been before her vision. Her head swirled and she became nauseous with dizziness for a moment before regaining her composure. With one last look to make sure she was back in reality, she made her way wide eyed back to the apartment.
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Harlow walked back into the apartment, the body bags thrown over his shoulder. His head immediately snapped up at the strange scents in the den, he saw four people he didn't recognize talking to each other and they saw him, the room becoming silent, there was a moment of hesitation and then Harlow's hand instinctively went to his hip as the same time as their hands went to their weapons.
"Hold it." Carl said authoritatively. "He's with us." He said to the strangers. He then looked at Harlow. "They're with me." He said. Harlow nodded imperceptibly and moved his hand away from his holster. With a hefting grunt, he carried the bags into the kitchen where Longar was and put them onto the counter without a word. He went back into the main area and looked for Holly, finding her in the hallway, leaning against one of the walls in thought. Harlow joined her.
"You alright?" Harlow asked without any detectable care in his voice. He was just asking her to get a response.
"Just peachy." She said harshly. There was a loaded pause between them as she looked up to Harlow who was looking at her. "I thought about what you said and I want you to know that I'm in." Harlow gave her and arched eyebrow.
"That so?" He said unsurprised. "Good to know." With that, he walked back into the den and found a seat next to Dez, Carl, and his acquaintances. There were introductions that were made that Harlow really payed no mind too, his brain was too busy going through the next possible steps.
"what was in those bags? Smelled like blood." One of Dez's group stated.
"Salad. Any more dumb questions?" Harlow shot caustically. Nobody else asked about it until Musater walked in with another bag.
"Our mutual benefactor..." Harlow said in a slightly raised tone to get everyone's attention. "Musater." Longar then poked his head out of the kitchen area to greet his comrade. "And Longar. Now that we all know each other and we all know why we're here, lets get down to business. We need to make a move and it needs to be soon. We're running up against a tight window here, pretty soon there's going to be a horde of vampires looking to skin every wolf they find in Prague alive." Harlow said looking around the room. "So the question on my mind and I'm sure a few others is: How do we get to and kill her majesty?"
WARORK93 wrote:The two made it outside to where the third body was and Chowder handed the bags he had to Harlow, preparing the third and final one for the splattered body on the concrete outside. Harlow looked the dead man over, he looked up to the window he had fallen from, and back down to the man.
Chowderhead wrote:He broke the 4th wall! the 4th wall!
Holy Hell...he sure did...... ...that's actually pretty funny though...especialy the images that it creates.
Why are there black garbage bags tied to the side of the boat?
What black garbage bags?
The ones that smell like bleach, what's in them?
Uh, those are just ballasts. Yeah, totally not dead bodies that I hacked to pieces because I am secretly a werewolf with high connections in Prague...
Umm...
OH GOD YOU KNOW TOO MUCH!
..........
A young man who went by the name 'Chowderhead' was arrested earlier today in Canada while sailing up Niagara Falls, an act which is deemed illegal in two states and whatever it is that Canada has that are like states. When asked why he promptly said that he didn't have dead bodies in black garbage bags strapped to his boat. Upon searching the boat the bodies of three men and one unidentified person were found hacked to pieces in large black garbage bags.
More to the story at 11, but first sad news at the annual kitten extravaganza. Several people were killed during the kitten toss event when a man tossed a kitten too high into the air, causing it to reach orbit before it came speeding down as a flaming kitten meteorite. The blast from the flaming kitten meteorite killed a priest, a rabbi, and a nun along with destroying a bar they were walking into...
Chowderhead wrote:He broke the 4th wall! the 4th wall!
Holy Hell...he sure did...... ...that's actually pretty funny though...especialy the images that it creates.
Why are there black garbage bags tied to the side of the boat?
What black garbage bags?
The ones that smell like bleach, what's in them?
Uh, those are just ballasts. Yeah, totally not dead bodies that I hacked to pieces because I am secretly a werewolf with high connections in Prague...
Umm...
OH GOD YOU KNOW TOO MUCH!
..........
A young man who went by the name 'Chowderhead' was arrested earlier today in Canada while sailing up Niagara Falls, an act which is deemed illegal in two states and whatever it is that Canada has that are like states. When asked why he promptly said that he didn't have dead bodies in black garbage bags strapped to his boat. Upon searching the boat the bodies of three men and one unidentified person were found hacked to pieces in large black garbage bags.
More to the story at 11, but first sad news at the annual kitten extravaganza. Several people were killed during the kitten toss event when a man tossed a kitten too high into the air, causing it to reach orbit before it came speeding down as a flaming kitten meteorite. The blast from the flaming kitten meteorite killed a priest, a rabbi, and a nun along with destroying a bar they were walking into...
... Jesus Mary and Joseph...I damn near fell out of my fething chair...
Sorry for taking so long to post and sorry for this being so short, having difficulty grasping ideas today. I have much thinking to do.
IC...
'ACCESS GRANTED'
Kerri breathed a sigh of relief as the security system flickered into life; she and Jarin had both put in their codes and although she knew the system was designed to look dead, it still came as a relief to see the green lettering come up on the keypad.
Erzuli watched the consort shut the odd looking 'book' she had opened to reveal the keypad within and simply walk away from it. Standing in a room surrounded by all sorts of weaponry, mainly guns and ammunition on a huge scale, she had to wonder if Kerri was either playing with her or didn't have a clue. Jarin must have seen her look darken, as he took her had and led the Pure Blood after the Queen's favorite. Wandering past various firearms, the Pure Blood could also feel the amount of silver in the room, it made her skin crawl.
"We are well prepared against any eventuality it seems," she said grimly.
"It has always been necessary to be so," replied Jarin, squeesing her hand gently to try and soothe her, "we have many enemies."
"Our own kind as well I suppose... I can feel the silver in here there is so much of it."
"Again, by necessity. We also have weaponry that will deal with vampires, plus a few other things that can... take care of anything that stands against us."
Erzuli paused for a moment, looking up at him, her mood quickly shifting from unease to curiosity.
"Weapons that specificaly deal with the leeches?"
"You are not the only one, Mistress, who has learnt a few things about killing through the centuries." Jarin leaned down with a grin and kissed her for a moment, she smiled and chuckled softly.
"No... I suppose not."
"I think, this is it..." Kerri stopped in front of a wall covered in shotguns; she counted across three and went to grab the fourth.
Jarin caught a glance of what she was doing, broke off from Erzuli and rushed over.
"Fifth!" he cried.
Kerri's hand paused, half holding the gun and let go, suddenly glancing up at the top of the panel and noting the barely visable indentations in each corner. 'That was close!' she thought to herself and let go of the gun to grasp the next and pull it out sharply. Jarin stood next to her, a look of relief across his features. Erzuli moved up to stand the other side of her, Anya following close behind. The wall panel creaked and shunted backwards suddenly: it groaned, as if it hadn't moved in years and swung slowly back. The sight beyond was slightly underwhelming, a simple wooden door.
Feeling the same shiver from before head up her arm and to the back of her head, Erzuli pushed forwards and grasped the door handle. The rush of energy the action sent through her caused her to gasp out. Whether in pain of pleasure even she couldn't tell but as she pushed the door open there was one thing she knew for certain... whatever it was that had called her, it was close.
Just to let you guys know I might not be on this weekend depending on how much damage the hurricane does and we're getting prepared right now for it. Tomorrow my dad and I plan to head down to the outer banks in North Carolina to help a family friend board up his house down there. I believe Fittz is in the same boat as I so that should give all of you non-East Coasters a chance to run the RP for a bit.
I was busy having a sigh of relief it wasnt coming here but now I'm sad that its coming at you guys up there...be safe and good luck, we'll be here when you return!
It's been a fun year for natural occurrences around here though, the swamp near us has been on fire for about a month now, we just had an earthquake, and now a hurricane. Hopefully the hurricane will put out the fire and flooding around here is a definite thanks to being at sea level. All in all, should be mostly fine except for the smaller islands around here or the houses built on the beach.
@aurelia, I'll try not to fly any kites but seeing as though I am a college student I'm prone to fits of stupidity.
I'm looking at the possiable path this Hurricane may take and it seems my area is realitively safe.
Right now the Mayor of New York City is discussing evacuations and what not...
Irene is a catagory 3 storm now...so she's no joke,and I'd advise anyone who's in a potential strike zone to consider getting out.
Not as of yet bro, like I said...we are well out of the strike zone...so we'll probably just get some wind and rain...which suits me just fine.
As you may recall, I was at ground zero for Katrina...so I'm in no big hurry to go through any of that gak again.
FITZZ wrote: Not as of yet bro, like I said...we are well out of the strike zone...so we'll probably just get some wind and rain...which suits me just fine.
As you may recall, I was at ground zero for Katrina...so I'm in no big hurry to go through any of that gak again.
Yeah I'm up there with the hurricane haters...I rode out Ivan here in Pensacola...not the idea of a fun time let me tell you...
FITZZ wrote: Not as of yet bro, like I said...we are well out of the strike zone...so we'll probably just get some wind and rain...which suits me just fine.
As you may recall, I was at ground zero for Katrina...so I'm in no big hurry to go through any of that gak again.
Yeah I'm up there with the hurricane haters...I rode out Ivan here in Pensacola...not the idea of a fun time let me tell you...
It's funny because I was always one of the " I'm not leaving" crowd, I stayed for Fredrick, Eliana ...hell all of them....but after staying for Katrina...I'll probably get out of the next bad ones way.
FITZZ wrote: Anyways...Hurricane notwithstanding ..I really...really...really..need RPs, I want to get Events going and start to bring things to a climax.
I'm prepared to bring in another RP that will set one up but Kais has yet to get back to me with PMs and all that...when everything gets sorted out the first place I write another word on Dakka will be here Fittz...
OOC: Okay, didn't mean to rush things but its a push towards the event at least...
"And on that note." Musater announced, setting the body bag down. "I must confess that I am afraid I will not be joining you."
There was a loaded pause in the room as everyone turned to look at him.
"Why not?" One of the brotherhood members asked.
"Because I have other plans. I am not at liberty to share them with you, and trust me, I want to be a part of this but I have obligations elsewhere. I can provide you with anything you need and you are welcome to stay here until you have a plan together, but I cannot come with you. I am very sorry." Musater said, his tone suggesting a defeated feeling. Harlow looked at the man, he could tell that he was being sincere. He could relate to that. wanting to be part of something yet knowing that another course of action was already set for you, it could not be helped.
"This changes nothing." Carl announced. "Regardless of how many we have, we must try, we owe the world that much. Whatever happens, no matter how many of us fall, and it pains me to say that we may all fall tonight, we must try to destroy her or she will destroy all in her path."
And so, for the next several minutes, the congregated group shared what they all knew about Natasha and her mansion. They went over strategies, many plans were scrapped until they finally settled on one that they all thought might work.
"Mark my words, none of us may be alive by the time the sun rises, but if we do succeed, we will have won a bigger prize than any of us can think of. We will have won the world." Carl said, looking each man in the eye.
"I have no intention of dying." Harlow said truthfully. He looked at Carl with a smirk. "Trust me, if we get anywhere near her, she'll be watching her heart beat in front of her eyes in my hand as the sun rises."
"Not so fast." Dez insisted, a sly grin on his face, he pointed his thumb at himself. "If anyone is going to pelt that bitch its going to be me." He said cockily. Harlow nodded at him with a matching smile.
"Whatever you say kid."
"Do you have the list?" Carl said, looking at Tim who had a pen and notebook. Tim nodded and handed the notebook to Carl who nodded his approval. "This will go a long way in helping our cause, Musater. I cannot thank you enough for giving your resources so willingly to strangers."
Musater shrugged. "I believe in it therefore I am willing to invest in it, a simple business matter I assure you." He said taking the list from Carl and nodding. "A tall order, but one that can be filled. I will make some calls, all of it will be in the back of the garage next to Nightwolf when you are all ready. I wish you all good luck and good hunting." Musater said as he left the room.
Later, Harlow met Holly again in the hallway away from the others. The two were silent for a few moments but Holly spoke finally.
"You sure about this?"
"Not really, I've never been sure about anything since I became a wolf, but...I trust my gut and right now my gut is telling me to do this." Harlow said sincerely.
"Well, I'm still with ya." Holly assured him, Harlow nodded. "Good, then follow my lead and all this will be over quickly." The two walked back into the room with the group.
"Everyone ready?" He asked aloud, he got a chorus of nods and then looked over to Musater who nodded himself. Harlow smiled "Lets make some history." He said fatefully. The group was soon gone from the apartment and Musater and Longar looked at each other as they left.
"Don't give me that look." Musater said to Longar. "I will not doom myself for a lost cause, the best thing I can do right now is give them noble deaths."
Down in the garage. Harlow looked over the assorted equipment that had been piled up near the armored truck. There was enough gear hear to fuel a small army; explosives, weapons, and other combat gear was stacked neatly for them to use.
"Hope you fellas know how to use this stuff. Hand it out equally and lets get moving." Harlow insisted as the group spread out. Harlow grabbed one of the satchels of explosives and looked inside smiling. It had been a long time since he'd used C4. He then turned to the truck and started to examine its side, noticing all of the others were busy equipping themselves, he squatted down and looked at the underside of the truck, running his hand along the armor plating.
"What are you doing?" A voice called him. He turned to see Dez standing next to him, looking at him expectantly.
"We were in a firefight, just making sure this thing doesn't have any dents or cracks we missed. No telling what kind of weapons those wolves have." Harlow said standing up. Dez nodded and went back to talk to Carl. Harlow's gaze found Holly and the two nodded to each other. Harlow leaned against the truck, his arms crossed, as he watched the others go over their things...
"I'll be ready when you boys are." He said as if bored.
(And on that, I await for Shas' input or any other details, then we can get to the event... )
...Flamingo Jim Navigated his boat as rapidly as possiable up the calm waters of the river...by his calculations they would be ariving at the docks in a little less than two hours, and knowing that the Purifiers would certianly be trying to locate their soon to be passengers ...he had no intentions of showing up late...or sticking around for to long once he got there...
" That .50 all set Murry" he called to the giant deckhand..
" Locked and loaded Cap" Murry said with a small salute..." Should be good for taking care of any problems we may encounter"
Jim Nodded " I want you and Trish to load a few magazines of that wolf stopper ammo as well...just in case...load the rest normal though..but keep at least one mag of silver on you"
Murry laughed.." One step ahead of ya Cap...Trish is doing it now.."
" Good" replied Jim, his eyes drifting out the boat house window.." We're going to be there soon" he said " Lets make sure we're ready for anything.."
Murry frowned a bit thinking the last time they'd been in Prague they'd thought they were ready for anything...but Karen had still died...
Just got power back an hour or so ago, mainly up because during the time it was out we were running a generator in the garage which happens to be below my room and I'm waiting for everything to clear out.
Completely safe, nothing bad happened to us and our neighbors are alright thankfully.
Although I will have to admit that I didn't listen to Aurelia about not doing anything stupid. See we have this pool in the back yard and it was completely full with this hurricane water and the power was out, and I'm 21 and in college so I'm bound to do stupid things.
halonachos wrote:Just got power back an hour or so ago, mainly up because during the time it was out we were running a generator in the garage which happens to be below my room and I'm waiting for everything to clear out.
Completely safe, nothing bad happened to us and our neighbors are alright thankfully.
Although I will have to admit that I didn't listen to Aurelia about not doing anything stupid. See we have this pool in the back yard and it was completely full with this hurricane water and the power was out, and I'm 21 and in college so I'm bound to do stupid things.
Did the same exact thing when Dennis came through...
halonachos wrote:Just got power back an hour or so ago, mainly up because during the time it was out we were running a generator in the garage which happens to be below my room and I'm waiting for everything to clear out.
Completely safe, nothing bad happened to us and our neighbors are alright thankfully.
Although I will have to admit that I didn't listen to Aurelia about not doing anything stupid. See we have this pool in the back yard and it was completely full with this hurricane water and the power was out, and I'm 21 and in college so I'm bound to do stupid things.
Just happy to hear your safe Bro, as far as doing stupid stuff...we all have...hell...I gaurante I will again...and I'm almost twice your age.
halonachos wrote:Just got power back an hour or so ago, mainly up because during the time it was out we were running a generator in the garage which happens to be below my room and I'm waiting for everything to clear out.
Completely safe, nothing bad happened to us and our neighbors are alright thankfully.
Although I will have to admit that I didn't listen to Aurelia about not doing anything stupid. See we have this pool in the back yard and it was completely full with this hurricane water and the power was out, and I'm 21 and in college so I'm bound to do stupid things.
Hey... all I said was no kite flying! Stupid is to be expected from your age range... part of the territory!
Walking slowly into the huge room, Erzuli's breath caught in her throat: before her, down a wide but short flight of stairs was something between a museum gallery and dusty old cellar. Dozens of plinths of varying sizes were laid out in rows before her, some covered by glass domes, others caged, others still simply open to touch. The power resonating within the room was so intense she could almost taste it on her lips. It felt good and a sudden rush of confidence hit her. Feeling Anya grasp her hand tightly, she looked to her daughter; it came as no surprize that the young wolf's eyes wear aglow with the blue light once more. This time however it seemed more like flames licking up from the sockets where her eyes should have been.
"Scared..." the girl muttered, clinging onto her Mistress' arm tightly. "...can feel others here with us."
"What?" the Pure Blood said, hearing Jarin and Kerri enter the room behind them.
Anya pointed out into the room and Erzuli followed the gesture, feeling the shiver go up her hand and envelop her mind. She shuddered, closing her eyes for a brief moment, only for the scene before her to change drastically when they opened once more. Each plinth had an aura of power around it and wisps of that energy flowed around the room. Several spectral figures were visable around the room, two wandering round the edge of the room, four others hovering near certain objects with varying states of emotion emanating from each. Erzuli knew ghosts when she saw them and this was unusual even as far as her experience extended. One thing intrigued her further still; aside from a single intricate looking revolver and a few pieces of ancient weaponry, not all fully intact either, there were few weapons in the room. Most of the objects within here looked to simple personal items, if aged, or pieces that would look more at home in a museum. She looked to Kerri.
"What... exactly... is the nature of the objects within this chamber... considering this, is an armoury?"
The consort moved over to a table near the top of the stairs and blew a light covering of dust off a large book upon it. Reading for a moment she looked back at the Pure Blood.
"This room contains those artifacts which have been deemed too dangerous to be within the Chamber of Ages... each is labeled with known powers it possesses and to whom it belonged to originally..." she said, flicking through a couple of pages. "...do you know what you are looking for?" Kerri kept reading, aware there may yet be something within the chamber that had been too long forgotten.
"Not... as of yet..."
Looking out across the room, Erzuli decended the stairs, Anya still clinging onto her: something was calling to her but with all the power in the room it was hard to pinpoint. As soon as her foot touched the floor beyond the bottom step, three of the ghosts near objects snapped their attention to her. None moved towards them though and Erzuli had to admit she was a little relieved at that. Anya let go of her arm and to her surprize, Erzuli's new sight did not leave her. She watched as the girl shifted into her Lycan form, crouching protectively beside her, eyes and claws glowing brightly. Two of those studying them seemed to sneer and return their attention to their objects, but one kept staring, much more intensely. Beginning to walk round the room, closely followed by her daughter, the Pure Blood noticed her lover was about to step down onto the floor of the room also.
"Hold Jarin!" Erzuli commanded, holding up a hand to him. She was relieved when he stopped. "There are things in here which I am not sure like the disturbance. You are safer up there."
Jarin frowned deeply, unable to see just what she was glaring at that was so dangerous. The fact her eyes now held the same glow as Anya's and the girl had shifted didn't comfort him either, he returned to the same level as Kerri and stood there, frustrated at not being able to help. The atmosphere in here was setting him on edge and remembering the last time an artifact was put in here, only made that feeling of dread worse. He looked acroos the room to a small plinth, upon which he could just make out two tiny cubes, he growled at the memory.
Letting her daughter keep an eye on the ghost to her far right, Erzuli turned her attention to studying each object and the hand-written labels below each. She passed a book bound in skin, an eyeglass, a compass, a pair of shoes and a very old tabard emblazoned with a dragon before a simple quill pen caught her eye. She moved over to it, running her fingers over the small black feather and down to the golden tip, which had the initials A.E.W engraved upon it. 'Waite's Pen', read the label; reveals written occult language to the holder. Without a second thought, Erzuli grasped the pen and tied it into one of her 'locks. She glanced round, wary of any reaction but when there was none, she smiled to herself and carried on her search... what ever it was that pulled at her soul, it was close.
(New Orleans... nearly two centuries ago)
The young girl's agonized scream echoed though the small building, causing even the rats in the attic to freeze instinctively at the sound. Anamaria had tied her servant to a chair for this important task: the girl was far too talented and promising to become far too pretty. With a vice-like grip and a wicked grin, the priestess continued to cut into the twelve year old's face with a heated blade for several minutes, before stepping back and viewing her work with pride.
"Now, ya won't be talkin' to my best customers again will ye, pretty one?" the woman chuckled.
Erzuli shook her head, blood dripping down to the floor from the many injuries inflicted upon her. Her tears stung as they ran through the cuts, plus her throat and stomach hurt from the screaming and the punches designed to stop it.
"No, Mama."
"You jus, keep on learnin what I be teachin and keep ye not so pretty little nose out of things ye don belonging to hear!" she grasped the girl's face and stuck the knife into one of the cuts under the child's left eye, causing the girl to screech out in surprize. Anamaria laughed as she saw the girl's torso tighten in anticipation of a hit but she chose not to grant it, instaead pulling the girl close to her face and hissing out at her. "Understand me child?"
"Yes, Mama."
The smell of insense filled the room and the candles, many sculpted in various shapes, most commonly of a naked woman, were all lit and filling the room with their own noxious aroma. The man had come into the shop searching for more answers, he had been coming each week for three months. Erzuli watched from the beside her 'mother's' chair; head down, holding the silver bowl used to store the tarot deck used for these readings. She watched as the man sat on a wooden stool across the table, eagerly handing over his money for yet another glimpse of his future wealth. The lustful look he normally gave the girl was replaced by a grimace as he saw the numerous welts across her face, still raw and reopened earlier in the day, just for this occasion. Anamaria flirted openly with him, grinning broadly at his disgust upon seeing her handiwork... not that he knew she had done it. Explaining the girl had inflicted the wounds herself, indicating the old scars on her hands as proof of fact, the woman started the reading. Letting the man choose a simple, three card spread, Anamaria flipped them over and began her interpretation of them.
Laid out before the man were three cards: the seven of cups, the Devil and the two of coins. Erzuli grimaced, this reading was not good for the man, not as she saw it. There was no wealth there, just a spiritual urge for him to stop with his current course in life and accept change. That was not how her mother read it of course, not for this, one of her favorite customers. After a lenghty explanation of his future fortune, Erzuli watched Anamaria lead the man through a curtain to the back room, where she knew a bed lay. She silently stood there, letting them go and as the sounds of their coupling began to start, making her feel mildly ill, the girl set herself to her duties. She cleaned up the room, putting out all the candles, bar two for light and last of all, began to pack the cards up.
Drawing three from the deck, just for fun, she put the other cards back into their bowl. She was about to look at her chosen cards but paused; something told her, just for fun wasn't right and she shivered. Reaching for the bowl, she decided to put the cards back, then her own yelp of pain startled her. The three cards dropped onto the table and she looked at her hand, the one that had reached from the bowl, marks were fading on her fingers, like touching the bowl had hurt her. She backed off a step and glanced down at the table.
The fool, the four of swords and the moon, all reversed, looked back at her. Erzuli felt her head spin as she looked down at them, the pictures upon each card beginning to appear to... move? Rubbing her eyes, she looked again; no movement could be seen but she gulped at the combination. Hesitantly, she picked up the three cards, certain this was just due to her injuries hurting and being tired. She cautiously put them into the bowl, which did not harm her this time and pushed it across the table to its usual position. As her hand pulled away her head spun again and the scars on her hip ached like never before. The sounds of gunshots, screams and howls roared loudly in her head and with a gasp of pain, she fainted onto the table.
(Present day)
A rush of energy caught Erzuli's attention as she was studying the notes for a small, golden needle encased in a very sturdy looking minature leather 'scabbard' of sorts. One of the ghosts from above screeched into her ear as it rushed past her, the image was of a decrepid old woman, dressed in old European style finery. Anya growled and swung at the ghost, who simply hissed and returned to her place on the ceiling. Glancing up, Erzuli noted the woman had fangs; she instantly changed her mind about the object before her, she wanted it. Picking up the needle she raised it towards the ghost with a grin, knowing that although her hip now ached again, if the apparition had possessed any true power, she would already be dead.
"Lady Bátoriová!" Erzuli chuckled. "You won't mind if I borrow this will you?"
The ghost hissed but did not decend again, instead it simply glared at the Pure Blood and her growling, glowing guardian. Putting the needle and case very carefully in her trouser pocket, Erzuli wandered on through the maze of plinths.
Jarin watched the Pure Blood, utterly confused at to whom she was speaking and not feeling any more comfortable about the room. Beside him Kerri coughed in shock as she read an entry in the book but kept on reading. Another entry on the next page caught his eye as he glanced at her and he moved to her side swiftly.
"This! This could be useful!"
Kerri looked to where he was pointing and her eyes widened, nodding she began to cross reference the I.D number next to the entry with a large map of the room next to the book.
A surge of power flowed into Erzuli from just ahead and she sighed from the rush of pleasure that went through her. Stepping towards the plinth, she looked down: upon it lay a rectangular package wrapped in beautiful blue velvet, no larger than her hand. It echoed with energy, which rushed out and touched her hand as she reached to pick it up. The fabric had one word embroidered into it in a silvery thread... 'Pixie'. Erzuli ran her other hand over the material and the rush of pleasure hit her again. Breathing out hard, she shook her head, trying to concentrate and glanced down at the label on the plinth. She raised an eyebrow at what was written there and smiled broadly... this was it!
"Everyone ready?" Carl asked in a raised voice. He looked around him at the solemn faces of his men who all nodded.
"Alright then, lets go." Harlow said, climbing up into the top of the armored truck where he could control the gun. The rest piled into the cabin or the back with Carl driving and Dez at the front with him. They were soon off with a loud release of the brakes and the behemoth once again rolled onto the street.
Carl kept to the smaller roads until they hit the outskirts of the city, then, at the behest of Harlow, they got on a dirt road as they made their way into the woods.
"Why this road?" One of the men under him asked.
"According to Musater, we keep going down this road, there'll be a trail we can get on that goes through these woods and towards the mansion. From there it'll be just a matter of breaking in."
"Is the trail guarded?" Another voice asked. Harlow rolled his eyes.
"Of course it is, by every wolf, vampire, and unicorn in Prague...No its not guarded, why do you think we're going that way?!" Harlow said shaking his head.
The truck made its way through the silent woods, nothing stirred, no animal scent was even palpable on the wind. There were no lights, Carl had turned off the headlights so that they wouldn't be spotted through the trees, the only visible light was coming from the moon which was now beginning to set. Its waning light shone on Harlow who took a deep breath through close eyes and enjoyed the thrum in his blood that direct moonlight made him feel. He opened his eyes again and scanned the trees, seeing an opening in them that only trained eyes could have spotted.
"Here. Carl, take us through there, its a tight squeeze but this thing should be able to get through." Harlow said, the truck turning into the trees and was lost from sight on the road.
It was really close now, the tuck barely squeezed in between trees and twice Harlow had to duck under low hanging branches...He was alert though, waiting expectantly for the unseen and unknown signal he knew should be around here somewhere. He took a deep breath...there it was...the scent he had been searching for. Harlow took hold of the gun's handles and turned it to the right.
"Spy!" He shouted, sending a burst of cacophonous gunfire into the trees, the huge bullets breaking through branches and brush alike. People began shouting questions at him. "He's getting away, if we lose him the jig is up! Dismount! C'mon we have to catch him before e gets away!" Harlow shouted madly, hopping off the truck with gun in hand. As his feet landed on the ground, the back door opened and Holly burst out with him.
The both of them ran into the woods, heedless of the confused men they left in their wake who soon themselves spread out and followed them, all six of them leaving the vehicle and ran abreast of each other, weapons trained for any movement. Harlow and Holly put good distance between themselves and Carl's men, as soon as they were out of sight, Harlow took his massive, beastly form and continued to run with renewed vigor, the wolf loving the fact that it had been let out willingly this time...Soon though, he reigned himself back at the edge of a clearing they had just passed. Harlow looked over at Holly who was also in her true form.
"What was that all about?" She asked him. He held up a paw and raised his snout to sniff the air.
"Smell that?" He asked. Holly also sniffed audibly and then her ears dropped back as realization hit her.
"Its a trap! They're all around us!" She said.
"Yeah, it is a trap." Harlow said through a fanged grin, his pupils shrinking to monstrous pinpoints as he listened for Carl's men to come into the clearing. His paw found something in the satchel of explosives that were still around his huge shoulder and he brought it out.
.......... Natasha lifted her head, her eyes narrow...a scent had come to her on the soft winds blowing from the forest and a small smile spread over he face...
She quickly turned and left the balcony overlooking he mansions sprawling front yard and entered her chambers,moving rapidly to the door she flung it open and entered the hallway...
A small group of Guards lept from their places, surprised by the sudden appearance of their queen, who now stood naked before them...her eyes blazing...
" Send several packs to the North wood" she commanded " We have ...guest.."
" Yes your majesty" The Guard echoed one another
" ..And send a detachment of the Black Claw as well" Natasha said , her face thoughtful..." Order 44...on my command."
" As you command your highness" the wolves bowed and sprinted down the stairs..
Natasha smiled to her self " Your blood shall spill tonight traitor" she spat.
Several moments later the Mansion doors were flung open and a three full wolf packs led by the deadly Black Claw sprinted into the forest beyond..
Gate Guards sprung to the ready as the Mansion went on full alert....
Crashing through the underbrush the combined packs moved swiftly...sensing their prey ahead...fanning out and encircling the intruders...
Over two dozen sets of cold eyes marked their targets...fangs beared...claws digging at the earth...the lead wolf tossed his massive head back and howled.
Real quick intro here...Kais and Warork...this is you, send in those PMs.
... The gate Guard turned facing his comrades, his eyes narrow " Full Alert...we are on full alert.." He snarled..
" What do you thinks out there Captain?" Another Guard asked peering into the darkened forest...
The gate Captain shrugged " Whoever it is...they'll be in pieces soon...a unit of Back Claws are out there...the intruders are as good as dead.."
The second wolf nodded, a wicked gleam in his eyes " You can believe that" he said to his fellows " The Back Claw are..."
The wolf gasped...blood frothing from his mouth as his body convulsed..a high pitched howl escaping from his quivering lips as he grasped his head..
" Sakrar!!" his companions yelled as the wolfs eyes boiled in their sockets..exploding in a gush of crimson and slowly running down his cheeks..
" Captain!!..What is.." A second wolf yelled in alarm then began to howl in agony as he began to convulse as well...
The Gate Captain and the other wolves glanced about franticly...searching for the cause of their fellows demise...
A cold hissing sound cut through the air...and yet another wolf pitched forward screaming, this one impailed by a polished silver spear...
" Juli!!" The Gate Captain bellowed " Vampires!!"
The cluster of wolves fanned out rapidly, the Captain mashing down on the alarm...a klaxon sounding across the Mansion...as he snatched up the field radio..
" Attention!!..We' Are Under Attack!!...I Say Again We Are Under Attack!!..Vampires At The Gates!!" He bellowed
An Instant later...he was gone...his form exploding in a fountian of Blood and innards...
A Young wolf named Karas crouched low, watching as more and more wolves appeared...rushing to defend the mansion gates...some in their beastial forms...others still in human form..weapons in hand
Karas snarled as he smelled the putrid stink of the leeches wafting towards him carried on the gentle breeze...
He rose to his full hiegt and roared...his claws sprouting from his finger tips...
In the distance he could see them...the infamous Opriknikki, their immense swords clenched in murderous anticipation as they moved rapidly forward.
Within the confines of the Mansion dozens of wolves charged to their possistions...
Natasha stormed down the hallways...a platoon of Black Claw following as she sniffed the air...
" the armoury" She yelled..." We Gather My sister now!!" she spun eyes flaming " You!!" she roared to a Black Claw Captain..." Take a Squad...go and Protect the Pur Blood Infant and his sire...MOVE!!!"
Several Massive wolves rushed towards the rear of the Mansion towards the Pure Blood infants Keep...
" Damnable Blood Sucking Cowards!!!" Natasha roared as she and her legion of Black Claw moved towards the armory..." You Finaly Dare Come!!..." Her eyes sparkled with murderous fury " So Be IT!!...Under the Blood Moon you will all meet your end!!"
Ok..the second wave event is for all the PCs inside the Mansion..that would be ghosty and Auerila...
The Mansion is now under attack by an army of Caines "finest"...a variety of vampires have decended upon the mansion ,intent on butchering every wolf their...especially Pure Bloods...
They had taken the hummer seeing as though there was barely enough room for the hunters from the safehouse. They followed in a beat up ford truck that seemed to shed flakes of rusted steel as it clattered down the side road. The high beams from the truck illuminated the road ahead of them and shined through the dark tinted windows of the purifier's hummer. Inside the hummer Andy and Wendy sat in the third row seat while Joker drove with Bjorn in the passenger side. Rook sat in the middle looking over the silver cylinder they had agreed he would get to use until they got to the docks, the decision had been made because Rook knew how to turn the thing into a functioning gun, barely beating out Bjorn who could turn it into medieval weapons. He was currently trying to get it to turn into an automatic weapon. Andy sat in the back with Wendy partly out of fear of coming into the silver of the weapon but mostly out of the fact that if he did manage to turn it into a machine gun he would need the room to aim it.
Andy sniffed the air through the slightly opened rear window and could smell the diesel from the truck behind them, he could smell the wetness of the morning dew beginning to form, and he could smell a slight amount of fear coming from the others. He was afraid too, the purifiers seemed to be a nasty bunch and they had pissed them the hell off already. He looked at Wendy and smiled, he wanted her to love him like they had before but he knew their old life was gone forever. She had started to see things and he was a werewolf, they had a human son and a lot of enemies. He feared for their future and knew that they would have to move several times just to get away from fanatical members of the Network and then they would have to hide from vampires, and Andy would have to hide them from other werewolves. He was partially ashamed about the last part, he had managed to catch the sight of himself in the river before he jumped in and he didn't like what he saw. His form had been slightly larger than Dez, but Ryan and Harlow managed to dwarf both of them. He didn't like how he had hobbled along on three legs and glanced at his right arm. Wendy caught him staring at it and grabbed the stump with her hand.
"Its okay Andy." Wendy said with a slight smile.
"What's okay?" he asked, surprised by her sudden interest in his arm.
"Just because this is gone," she said as she rubbed the stump, "doesn't mean that I'm going to think about you differently or treat you any different."
"I wasn't really thinking about that." he lied.
"I know you enough, sure its been only half a year, but I know you dear and I know what you're thinking about." she said as she pulled the arm closer to her. "This shows that you definitely made a sacrifice to help Michael and I. I bet that you wanted to keep me alive even though I was embraced didn't you?"
Andy looked into her soft eyes and let out a tiny smirk, "Actually, if it wasn't for that golem I would probably be dead.".
"You wouldn't of tried to fight me?" she asked.
"I wouldn't dare do that, even if you were a vampire I wouldn't dare of harming you." Andy said, "In fact I felt terrible that you got hurt when you bit the golem and even though Sven killed you it still killed a part of me just seeing you turn to dust."
"I appreciate that, sorry I tried to kill you I guess." Wendy said as she softly punched Andy in the arm, "You big softy you.".
The vehicles continued to rumble along the side road for a few minutes until they reached pavement. The roads were still deserted this early in the morning so they would be able to make excellent time towards the docks, the only thing they worried about was the fact that they were using a Purifier's vehicle and probably were going to be driving by a few of them. They needed a new form of transportation soon, just to be a little bit more subtle and stealthy. A local parking garage would prove to be an excellent source of cars that they could easily borrow. The blinking turn signal of the hummer told the worn pickup truck to follow them into the garage, they took a number from the automatic toll booth and drove inside to find a nice spot to leave the vehicles. They saw several suitable vehicles, but they needed something inconspicuous, fast, and of course dark in color. A couple of service vans near the maintenance storage area of the garage fit their needs perfectly, but first they would have to find a spot to leave their vehicles. They would finally park on the top floor, Rook quickly hammered the license plates off of the vehicles and carried them with him to the vans on the third level. A quick pick of the locks and Andy was soon guiding Vincent through hot wiring the vans, sparks flew as various wires were connected and soon the van sputtered into life. Rook tossed the license plates inside and the others climbed in, the sleek hunter green of the vans and a sign that said "Courteous Cleaners Inc." in Czech flashed in bright white as they passed under the overhead lights of the garage. They stopped to pay the toll on before leaving the garage, and soon the two vans were heading towards the docks.
Don't think I'm leaving you out....more events to come.
I don't think that, I posted because of the last post you did for Flamingo Jim and I know full well that you plan to do something terrible to our group.
Don't think I'm leaving you out....more events to come.
I don't think that, I posted because of the last post you did for Flamingo Jim and I know full well that you plan to do something terrible to our group.
Now Nachos...what on earth would make you think I plan something terrible for your group??...( Cue evil laughter)
Don't think I'm leaving you out....more events to come.
I don't think that, I posted because of the last post you did for Flamingo Jim and I know full well that you plan to do something terrible to our group.
Now Nachos...what on earth would make you think I plan something terrible for your group??...( Cue evil laughter)
...As both of your Characters are Vampires...you may booth opt to join in at the mansion...but are not obligated to..
PM me with actions if you wish to.
The room was basic; it was a long since forgotten section of the Mansion, it's plain whitewashed walls slightly cracked and faded, and the floorboards beneath warped and uneven. It reminded Ryan of his old house, long ago. The furniture was also of a similar state; it was late Victorian perhaps, ornate, and similar in it's design to the more lucrative of pieces downstairs, but obviously much less cared for. The Wood was old and unvarnished, cracked in several places, and the legs had been chewed mercilessly, as if by a dog going through its chewing period. The upholstery was also in a similar condition, it was faded and deflated. In the center of the room was a single cot, which stood out starkly against all other pieces. It was brand new, and it seemed to glow, such was the fresh white its coloring was. Stuffed inside the cot were more toys Ryan could have believed. Teddy Bears, and a screwed up blanket lay side by side with a chew toy, and a tug of war rope. All in all, he counted two chairs, a table and the cot as the only contents of the room. His eyes however were quickly drawn away from the furniture, and to the two occupants of the room. Both were possibly the most vicious looking wolves he had seen, but they simultaneously seemed to exude natural beauty. They looked like two mythical beings of legend. The male, Nelson, had dark skin, and thick heavy dreadlocks that fell easily to the nape of his back. His face was scarred and serious, his amber eyes watching Ryan with the cautious stare of a warrior eyeing up a potential opponent. Nelsons lower jaw was a mess of thick dark facial hair, braided into a pair of braids (duh). His body was heavy set, thick a muscular, and though Ryan could not see the full extent of his torso, due to it being half covered with a poncho, but he imagined it would be fully toned, and put his undefined belly to shame. Nelson seemed to have forsaken any weapons on his person, and Ryan guessed he probably was of a similar mindset to himself; he preferred to get into the thick of the fighting, tooth and claw, as opposed to staying back, with a gun. Ryans eyes next alighted upon the other Wolf in the room; Sansa. She was tall and pale; almost a polar opposite to Nelson. Her hair was long and silvery, it caught the light in the room and glowed. Her eyes were icey blue, and she sported a pair of high cheekbones that gave her an ethereal visage, like some fantastical being. Her slender body was pleasing on the eye, but it was clear, very much so, that Sansa was used to potential courtiers, and did not warm to them, judging by the dozens of thick fur pelts from a dozen wolves draped over her shoulders in a crude cape. Much like the polar opposite of Nelson, she looked as if she disdained fighting up close, and lying upon the table in the room as if in proof, was a huge bow; thicker than any a being without supernatural strength could wield, and a quiver of javelin long arrows.
They both gave him a stare of open hostility, but he ignored it, especially upon the realization of how close his son was. His breath caught in his throat, and he crossed the distance between him and the cot with two quick strides, and scooping down, with a single fluid move, he extracted from amid the toys his little son, who was curled up in a ball, a tiny puppy; a mound of fur and huge ears. Upon contact, Cass woke up, his large amber eyes bright as baubles, and he gave Ryan a puzzled expression that seemed to speak of wisdom far beyond his years. Ryan lightly tickled his kid behind his ear, and Cass yawned sleepily, nuzzling up against Ryan's armpit, before falling back asleep without another sound. With a smile he turned and looked over to the pair of Blackclaw elite, whose faces seemed to have softened considerably. Ryan was trying to form a sentence of introduction to them, but Nelson took the initiative instead.
"I tell you what, you're definitely the kids Father. All other wet nurses and playmates he's gone through he's never been so warm towards. He can only stand to be around me and Sansa, and yourself of course. Everyone else he fixes with a penetrating stare, and nips them in the jugular if they pick him up. A right little fighter he is."
"Yes." Sansa's voice was thickly accented, and it conjured images of frozen wastes and the aurora borealis. "He only likes us because we are bound to his life. If he dies, we will die."
Nelson interjected quickly, upon seeing Ryan's look of mortification. "Figuratively, of course. What Sansa means is before any harm could come to Cass, we would both have to have been torn apart."
"And in order for that to happen, they would have to be very lucky." Sansa finished, her cold eyes watching Ryan.
"Well you may as well count yourselves having a third member of Cass's bodyguard, I'd never let anyone touch a hair on his head whilst I still draw breath." Ryan said, his eyes drawn back down to his child who was sleeping peacefully.
"And yet," Sansa said, "And yet you did nothing for him in his first months of being born, and you let him be taken from you."
Ryan shot a dirty look at her, and turned back to Cass.
A distant hum of alarm bells resounded, and Nelson froze.
Quite...to be honest I'm kinda miffed at this "delay of game"
This is gonna be Harlow's shining moment and I cant wait to see how it plays out...
Shining moment or quick uneventful demise... You are dealing with wolf Hitler. You don't know what she's capable of.
Wolf Hitler??...hmm...I saw her more as Wolf Geronimo...fighting for the existence of her hunted people...just a bit on the crazy side.
Its really funny...through this RP, I have come to see Natasha as less of a Hitler and indeed more of a Geronimo...I mean, she is indeed in a fight for survival and sometimes to live you have to do crazy gak...hell I actually feel bad for her sometimes...perhaps that fact is why this next event is going to surprise a whole lot of you...
Exactly...while Natasha may seem crazy to us mere mortals..
Her motives are understandable.
For a thousand years she's seen her kind destroyed...hunted to the brink of extiction by Vampiers, Human Hunters and traitor wolves who kill their own kind on behalf of humans...
She is simply fighting back against those who would destroy her kind.
Chowderhead wrote:Natasha just seemed like a crazy bitch.
All a matter of perspective Chowder...
Exactly...Natasha's motives are far beyond the concept of us mortals...she has existed for a thousand years, and over that time has witnessed her kind driven to the brink of extinction buy both the Vampires and Human Hunters as well as traitorous wolves who would hunt their own kind on behalf of the human world....
She may appear crazy...but how sane would you be if you were fighting to protect your kind from being wiped out?
Chowderhead wrote:Natasha just seemed like a crazy bitch.
All a matter of perspective Chowder...
Exactly...Natasha's motives are far beyond the concept of us mortals...she has existed for a thousand years, and over that time has witnessed her kind driven to the brink of extinction buy both the Vampires and Human Hunters as well as traitorous wolves who would hunt their own kind on behalf of the human world....
She may appear crazy...but how sane would you be if you were fighting to protect your kind from being wiped out?
Doesn't mean she has to be a bitch about it. Talk about crying over spilled milk.
All PMs are in now ( with the exceptions of MDS and Larkin if they wish to join in,which is up to them)...other than that I have everything I need and will be doing the next part of both events when I get home later.
EDIT:...I'll also be starting the third event ( Hunters escape) as well.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Working on a post atm, will be up today or tomorrow. Scarlett isn't moving as yet.
That's Fine Bro, I was just leaving the option for Scarlet and Company to "show up" for the Mansion Attack, but it's not a "must do" by any means whatsoever.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Working on a post atm, will be up today or tomorrow. Scarlett isn't moving as yet.
That's Fine Bro, I was just leaving the option for Scarlet and Company to "show up" for the Mansion Attack, but it's not a "must do" by any means whatsoever.
DO it! I want to see Kais burn! Burn! MUAHAHAHAHAA!!!
Er... I mean, Do what you think is right. And by that, I mean turn Dez into a hot dog.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Working on a post atm, will be up today or tomorrow. Scarlett isn't moving as yet.
That's Fine Bro, I was just leaving the option for Scarlet and Company to "show up" for the Mansion Attack, but it's not a "must do" by any means whatsoever.
DO it! I want to see Kais burn! Burn! MUAHAHAHAHAA!!!
Er... I mean, Do what you think is right. And by that, I mean turn Dez into a hot dog.
...Not a whole lot of love for old Dez going on here is there?
Dez just has problems, and he has been through more gak than anyone...
... well, I suppose hes tied with Andy...
...Well...I don't know about that...
Erzuli and Scarlet have cearianly endured quite a bit during their long lives...and Natasha has seen so much Death and destruction it's driven her half mad.
Dez just has problems, and he has been through more gak than anyone...
... well, I suppose hes tied with Andy...
...Well...I don't know about that...
Erzuli and Scarlet have cearianly endured quite a bit during their long lives...and Natasha has seen so much Death and destruction it's driven her half mad.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Meh, I was thinking more along the lines of "almost being killed numerous times, and also that he is generally taking it very hard...
... suppose hes not alone, but I do think he has been through some tough gak...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Meh, I was thinking more along the lines of "almost being killed numerous times, and also that he is generally taking it very hard...
... suppose hes not alone, but I do think he has been through some tough gak...
Rachel was pregnant, she died in Dez's arms, Dez found his father who was subsequently captured, almost every single NPC he has ever had has died, he has dead man talking in his head, and he was blown to gak...
So not overruled. He was eight years old, and killed his mother for a childish reason. He had a tantrum, and ate her. He's then had to live with that for his entire life, leaning emotionally on his brother. But wait! His brother was then pulled into the madness, and turned into a vampire, which Ryan eventually killed. He then discovered he had a child after losing his mind.
I dunno man, a women died which he abandoned when pregnant, and a father he never knew he had, compared to a life of torture at the hands of his mind.
Oh! And the dead man in his head was never confirmed. Fitzz alluded to the fact that it could just as likely be Dez and his imagination.
And Ryan was almost torn apart by two sumo wolves in an attempt to save his son!
I believe the phrase there is BAM Shazaam?
Not wanting to continue this, so I'll jump to another subject. This event that's a coming, these vampires, are they anything special, or just your run of the mill Julii ?
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Rachel was pregnant, she died in Dez's arms, Dez found his father who was subsequently captured, almost every single NPC he has ever had has died, he has dead man talking in his head, and he was blown to gak...
OVERRULED!!!!!!
Uh, I mean...
... you started it...
Wait wait wait...Rachel was pregnant?!?
Missed that bit...
You wanna measure misery? Here we go:
Harlow had all of his friends eaten by wolves...has been beaten to within an inch of his life several times...held prisoner more than once...had his only love walk out on him...has been hunted for more than a century...and has been hiding from hunters for several decades...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:@Silly, she may have, but shes dead now...
... anyway, check out my Termina post, silly! You said you couldn't wait!
I've read it 5 secs after you posted it.
And may have? Who sold her soul, and gained nothing in return. Misguided by the Oracle, who had er own schemes in fold. And who will spent an entirity in what lays behind the darkness.
I rest my case.
I'd say Erzuli has had a hard life and suffered horridly... (which she has) but considering shes spent at least half of it exploiting/torturing others for 'fun' and learning oppertunities...
Karmas what we're banking on to make sure Dez's ending is oh so very squishy, hopefully at the hands of one of them vampire tentacle monsters from the darkest depths of a hentai Nightmare.
ghosty wrote:Karmas what we're banking on to make sure Dez's ending is oh so very squishy, hopefully at the hands of one of them vampire tentacle monsters from the darkest depths of a hentai Nightmare.
I for one was a big ol' fan of Vegas. One of my NPCs was her sister, and I had such wonderful ideas for rp planned between them, only to be dashed apart when you nibbled her. Then she died.
So I have a legitimate reason for wanting to hunt you down mercilessly.
Joker... Well I dunno, never really interacted with him, but he seems like an upstanding fellow, especially after the whole building exploding fun.
ghosty wrote:I for one was a big ol' fan of Vegas. One of my NPCs was her sister, and I had such wonderful ideas for rp planned between them, only to be dashed apart when you nibbled her. Then she died.
And now your NPCs are in my possession...
Seriously...why have I become the adoptive parent of Holly/Lisa?
EDIT: Speaking of which...where the devil did Star get to?
Lisa died, Holly is on the 'wrong' side at the moment, so I'm at a loss of what to do with her. Especially after the story arch I was going for was ruined (Shas, I will have revenge) so yeah, not a clue.
And Star may or may not make a comeback. Only time will decide.
ghosty wrote:Lisa died, Holly is on the 'wrong' side at the moment, so I'm at a loss of what to do with her. Especially after the story arch I was going for was ruined (Shas, I will have revenge) so yeah, not a clue.
And Star may or may not make a comeback. Only time will decide.
Don't sweat it Ghosty...Holly's closer than you think...
ghosty wrote: so I'm at a loss of what to do with her. Especially after the story arch I was going for was ruined (Shas, I will have revenge) so yeah, not a clue.
darksage wrote:It's a bit sad when you realize majority of this RP is people with really depressing lives killing each other....
There's some depressed vampires and werewolves too.
But yeah, Andy has had it rough, but now he just has it ruff. And I plan to make it even worse for him should he survive, in fact if he does survive he'll probably have a life that is worse than the probably death.
Also, yeah there are indeed a lot of depressed things, people, and Andy's in this whole RP. I blame Fitzz for the majority of it, save for Ryan, that's all Ghosty's fault.
darksage wrote:It's a bit sad when you realize majority of this RP is people with really depressing lives killing each other....
It's a disfunctional shoot 'em up...Wheee!!!...
Ya...it is a bit sad...I suppose.
Its supposed to be sad though in my opinion, we have people killing each other and that means someone is going to want revenge. Then some of those people have loved ones who make great targets.
halonachos wrote:Its supposed to be sad though in my opinion, we have people killing each other and that means someone is going to want revenge. Then some of those people have loved ones who make great targets.
Says the guy who RPed himself up a vampire lord that is stalking his family as we speak...
darksage wrote:It's a bit sad when you realize majority of this RP is people with really depressing lives killing each other....
It's a disfunctional shoot 'em up...Wheee!!!...
Ya...it is a bit sad...I suppose.
Its supposed to be sad though in my opinion, we have people killing each other and that means someone is going to want revenge. Then some of those people have loved ones who make great targets.
Exactly...much of the RP is cause and effect...action and reaction...tit for tat...eye for and eye..fang for a fang..well...you get the picture...
BTW. does anyone know exactly how many Lunar Brotherhood Kais has with his characters...I could only locate three..and he didn't answer my PMs when I asked him.
FITZZ wrote:Exactly...much of the RP is cause and effect...action and reaction...tit for tat...eye for and eye..fang for a fang..well...you get the picture...
BTW. does anyone know exactly how many Lunar Brotherhood Kais has with his characters...I could only locate three..and he didn't answer my PMs when I asked him.
He told me he had four...I figured because that was the limit you set his reinforcements at...anyway, I RPed four getting into the truck...
FITZZ wrote:Exactly...much of the RP is cause and effect...action and reaction...tit for tat...eye for and eye..fang for a fang..well...you get the picture...
BTW. does anyone know exactly how many Lunar Brotherhood Kais has with his characters...I could only locate three..and he didn't answer my PMs when I asked him.
He told me he had four...I figured because that was the limit you set his reinforcements at...anyway, I RPed four getting into the truck...
Ah, yeah I set the cap on four...but could only find three "named" NPCs...
Well since I don't want to delay the posting of the next part of the event..I shall dub the fourth member of Kais LB.."Tiny"...
Ok...where are those dice.
halonachos wrote:Its supposed to be sad though in my opinion, we have people killing each other and that means someone is going to want revenge. Then some of those people have loved ones who make great targets.
Says the guy who RPed himself up a vampire lord that is stalking his family as we speak...
Well, Andy is going to have a terrible life if he lives. I will not let him ever be happy!
... Player Event...The Forest..Combat Resolution...
... " It's a trap!!" Holly gasp, her eyes glowing in the dim light of the forest as she quickly scanned the surrounding area..." Their all around us.."
Harlow simply nodded, pulling a small device from his jacket " Yeah...it's a trap."
" Fan out...stay low!!" Carl said, his voice low but forceful as he ordered his Lunar Brotherhood into posistion.." Dez stay close...their everywhere...dozens of them"
Dez moved close to his Father, crouched low as he did...Carl was right...they had been surrounded...red eyes peered out at them from every direction
" Short controled burst" Carl ordered..." Wait for them.."
They didn't have to wait for long....
With a roar that echoed through the trees...a canopy of rising howls , the multiple packs charged from the underbrush...
Weapons opened up, filling the dim night with a roaring strobiscopic effect, the charging wolves iluminated in alternating patterns as they bounded closer...
" Come on then!!" Tristian bellowed , his shotgun bucking in his grip as he sent silver death scattering into the oncoming packs...a smile split his face as he saw the head of a skinny wolf disintergrate under a hail of buckshot, the body pitching forward in a fountianious spray to crash into the forest floor....
"Watch 'em watch 'em!!" Tim caled to the others as he placed a well aimed round through the head of yet another wolf..." Mary ...over there!!"
The ground shook as the woman lobbed two silver loaded grenades into an nearing group of wolves, the resulting explosion sent body parts flying, several attackers crying out in anguish as the silver shrapnel tore through their bodies...
" God Damn..Their all over the place!!" Mary screamed ..raising her weapon and felling another wolf an instant before three snarling beast dove onto her and pulled her apart as she shieked in agony...
" Mary!!" shouted Tiny, turning his SAW on the group of wolves who'd just masacred his friend, the automatic weapon roared as he cut the beast down in a furious rain of silver slug...delighting in their howls of pain as the bullets chopped them apart..." Yeah!!! Yrah Mother fethers!!!...feth with us will you!!...this is what you get!! this is what you get!!"...from behind him...a tower shape loomed up into view...it's eyes blazing with murderous hatred...with a single swipe of it's huge razor talloned paw, it tore the wolf known as tiny's head comlettely of in a spectacular spray of gore...still clutching his SAW in his dead hand..the headless body went down firing...
" Theirs to fething many of them!!" Tristan shouted, firing his shotgun point blank into the face of a snarling beast as it tried desperatly to claw into him...he spun..sighted on another and cursed as his weapon dry clicked in his hands..." feth" he yelled unsheathing a long silver blade and plunging it deep into the heart of another murading wolf...all around him he heard the snarls of charging wolves...he stood upright...letting his claws break through his finger tips and howling to the sky as several wolves swarmed unto him...Tristan slashed into the lead wolf...tearing into his throat as he felt his body come apart under the furious assault of the remainng wolves..
" Fall back!!...it's no use...theirs to many of them!!" Carl shouted...his weapon roaring in his hand..felling a distant wolf..." get back to the transport.."
" NO!!..." Dez yelled " We're not running damn it!!" he grabed one of the charging wolves and slammed him into a nearby tree...evicirating him on the rebound...
Tim rushed to their side...firing as he did..." Where are your friends...did they get dropped??" he went to a knee and fired again...sending a round into the gut of yet another wolf...
" Dez...we have to run!!...they'll pull us apart if we don't Carl yelled draging his son towards the armoured transport.." We kill the Bitch another day...we can't do anything more here..we..."
The Transport exploded with a deafing roar...it's bulky metal form flipping unto it's side...flame gysering upward as it's fuel tanks ignighted...
The force of the blast threw all three of the retreating wolves back...tossing them hard onto the forest hardpack...
Carl glanced up blinking through the blood that ran down his face as two wolves stalked towards him...their jaws wide...smilling in anticipation of the coming kill...
" Hold!!" a voice roared out, and Carl shook his head as a half dozen huge wolves appeared..flanked by several smaller wolves and acompined by both Holly and Harlow who wore a pittying smile on his face..
Slowly it dawned on Carl what had transpired...the whispers in the hallways, the disapearences..the minutes under the transport..Harlow had betrayed them...he was the one who had informed Natasha they were going to attack...he had let this happen..
" You...traitor" Carl shouted raising his weapon towards Harlow..but before he could pull the triger a clawed hand smashed the gun from his hand...
" No.." Harlow said, bouncing the detonater he used to destroy the transport in his hand " The way I see it...you and this bunch are the traitors Carl" he said shaking his head and aiming his pistol at Carl's head pulling back the hammer.." Hell all Natasha's been doing is trying to survive...I made a mistake walking away from her offer the first time...but now...I've rectified that mistake.."
" You son of a bitch!!" Dez roared trying to get to his feet only to be slammed down by two of the huge wolves...
A giant of a wolf stepped forward...nodding at Harlow...then turning a hate filled gaze on Carl..." I am Captain Tobar...of the Queens Black Claw...you are now prisoners.." his eyes blazed as he beared his fangs motioning his troops closer..." I do hope you intend to resist.."
Chowderhead wrote:Jesus fething christ. I mean, wow. That's cruel.
Musater would have just plugged Carl and Dez if they didn't shut the feth up, but traitor? Weak, man. Weak.
Pffft....I assure you this move is not because Harlow has somehow become some Queen adoring fanatic...its a lot more self centered than that...
Yeah, I know. Musater would have nodded...
But still! Cold!
Harlow simply saw the best course of action was to hand the "real traitors" over to Natasha..he had no loyalty to Carl or his misguided "Brotherhood"...
Harlow knows he's a wolf...not a Human wanna be.
Chowderhead wrote:Jesus fething christ. I mean, wow. That's cruel.
Musater would have just plugged Carl and Dez if they didn't shut the feth up, but traitor? Weak, man. Weak.
Pffft....I assure you this move is not because Harlow has somehow become some Queen adoring fanatic...its a lot more self centered than that...
Yeah, I know. Musater would have nodded...
But still! Cold!
Harlow simply saw the best course of action was to hand the "real traitors" over to Natasha..he had no loyalty to Carl or his misguided "Brotherhood"... Harlow knows he's a wolf...not a Human wanna be.
As I said, I know!
It's still a dick thing to do. I would have just killed them (Save Carl) and offered him up as an offering. Less effort, and it's much faster.
FITZZ wrote:
Harlow simply saw the best course of action was to hand the "real traitors" over to Natasha..he had no loyalty to Carl or his misguided "Brotherhood"...
Harlow knows he's a wolf...not a Human wanna be.
And you see that's the thing...over the course of the RP, Harlow's been dealing with that very concept, is he human or is he wolf?
Its that reason why he originally shunned his wolf self because he saw it as a monster...but as we have come along, we see he has become more familiar and comfortable with it...
Couldn't have planned that better...
@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
WARORK93 wrote:@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
Giving Dez a fighting chance, eh FITZZ?
Just nuke the fether with Fangjobs and be done with it.
FITZZ wrote:
Harlow simply saw the best course of action was to hand the "real traitors" over to Natasha..he had no loyalty to Carl or his misguided "Brotherhood"...
Harlow knows he's a wolf...not a Human wanna be.
And you see that's the thing...over the course of the RP, Harlow's been dealing with that very concept, is he human or is he wolf?
Its that reason why he originally shunned his wolf self because he saw it as a monster...but as we have come along, we see he has become more familiar and comfortable with it...
Couldn't have planned that better...
@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
I considered doing another round of combat for the end of that event...but decided to leave it up to kais as to if he he wanted to keep fighting or not ...
I suppose I could have kept rolling dice until only Carl was left alive...since he's the only one in the bunch Natasha cares about at all.
WARORK93 wrote:@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
Giving Dez a fighting chance, eh FITZZ?
Just nuke the fether with Fangjobs and be done with it.
Yeah..remember ..Dez wanted the chance to go one on one with Natasha...maybe he'll get it...
WARORK93 wrote:@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
Giving Dez a fighting chance, eh FITZZ?
Just nuke the fether with Fangjobs and be done with it.
Yeah..remember ..Dez wanted the chance to go one on one with Natasha...maybe he'll get it...
I imagine their fight to be somewhat like this: (Spoilers for big ass image)
WARORK93 wrote:@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
Giving Dez a fighting chance, eh FITZZ?
Just nuke the fether with Fangjobs and be done with it.
Yeah..remember ..Dez wanted the chance to go one on one with Natasha...maybe he'll get it...
I imagine their fight to be somewhat like this:
(Spoilers for big ass image)
WARORK93 wrote:@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
Giving Dez a fighting chance, eh FITZZ?
Just nuke the fether with Fangjobs and be done with it.
Yeah..remember ..Dez wanted the chance to go one on one with Natasha...maybe he'll get it...
I imagine their fight to be somewhat like this:
(Spoilers for big ass image)
Spoiler:
I see it more like this....
...Guess which one is Bambi?
OH MY GAWD my dad forced me to watch that. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen.
WARORK93 wrote:@ Chowder...that was the intended affect, but apparently Fitzz has had some pity for Kais and gave him a few cellmates to keep him company...
Giving Dez a fighting chance, eh FITZZ?
Just nuke the fether with Fangjobs and be done with it.
Yeah..remember ..Dez wanted the chance to go one on one with Natasha...maybe he'll get it...
I imagine their fight to be somewhat like this:
(Spoilers for big ass image)
Spoiler:
I see it more like this....
...Guess which one is Bambi?
OH MY GAWD my dad forced me to watch that. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen.
.... " What the hell?!" Ryan snarled as the klaxons sounded throughout the Mansion " What is that..?" he stepped closer to where his infant Son now sat wide eyed...a low growl coming from the small pup..
" An Attack .." Nelson said, his eyes narrowing as he to moved into a defensive posture near the Pure Blood.
The Chamber doors were flung open, and Ryan tensed ready to leap..but held as several immense wolves entered the room, their eyes filled with fire, muscles bulging...a plethora of various weapons in hand...
" Black Claw I presume.." Ryan said with a small sneer..which was answered by the largest wolf he'd ever seen in his life...a beast that stood easily seven and a half feet tall in it's human form and rippled with coiled steel muscle..
" I am called Davin...commander of the Black Claw" The huge wolf said, his voice a low growl.." We come to defend the young prince"
Ryan nodded, his lips curled " Good...no what the hell is going on?"
Davin stared at the arogent wolf " You are the Princes Father are you not?"..he didn't wait for a reply..." The Fortress is under attack...the legions of the Arch-Leech are at the gates...hungry for the blood of our charge.."
Ryan snarled " Here for my son?...to hell with that..."...feeling the beast inside strugling to be free...to protect his child..Ryan dashed from the room...
Erzuli glanced about quickly..." That..noise..?" she said her eyes falling on Jarin..
" The alarms ...we are under attack.." He answered..snatching a riffle from the wall and slamming a magazine with a large V etched on the side into the weapon..." Gather what you need and stay with me."
Quickly Erzuli grabbed a large canvas bag and stuffed various items into it...a voice low and distant came to her..." They have come...they seek the blood of the Pure Bloods"
Erzuli glanced about...her eyes narrowed, her expresion a mixture of puzzlement and anger...she sighed and focused...trying to choose a weapon...
Finaly she snatched a shotgun from it's rack...Jarin handing her a bandolier of shells..." Stay near me..." he said grabbing her and pulling her close...kissing her pasionatley...his eyes blazing..." We shall survive"
Entering the hall outside the armory Erzuli and the Others were greeted by Natasha and over three dozen massive wolves...each wore a large scar on their right cheek...the mark of the Black Claw..
Natasha stood, completely naked save a pair of leather boots , in her hand she held a large ornate sword...she stepped forward embracing Erzuli..." Fear not my Sister...Together we shall prevail.." she kissed Erzuli quickly..." At your side...I shall crush our enemies"
Natasha turned facing her troops her sword held aloft " NO MERCY!!!" she roared
" NO MERCY!!!" the Blood Claw howled in response as the group moved for the front of the Mansion...
In the courtyard.....The battle raged...The terrible Oppriknikki clashing in bloody combat with a legion of roaring wolves...the air filling with the roars and death screams of warriors on bth sides...
From above the hideous Strigoi came...hurling hellish fire onto the roof of the Mansion flames leaping up in several places...as groups of wolves brought the necrotic attackers from the sky in a hail of wooden arrows...
A score of Juli hurled their shining Silver spears...impaling dozens of defending wolves on their sizzleing pikes....
From over the perimeter fences a horde of the vile Larve swarmed....cappering and gibbering as they advanced....falling by the dozens as packs unleased a folly of wooden bullets into them...
Natasha charged into the fray...followed by a detachment of her Black Claw...driving forward filled with a berserk blood lust they crashed into the mighty Opriknikki...
The air filling with blood as claw met heavy sabre in an orgy of violence....
Slashing back with her blade and claws Natasha bathed in the blood of her foes...relishing the screams and curses of the dying...
" Drive them back...NOW!!" she roared throwing a quick glance to Jarin, who stood near Erzuli firing into the mauruding Larve...
" The Lights!!!" Jarin roared..." Flood the Yard!!!"....
At once the courtyard blazed with UV light...giant spot lights swooping onto the advancing forces of Caine...
In a canopy of screams...dozens of Vampire were scorched to ash...a series of explosions rocked the ground as dozens of UV grenades where thrown...detonating in the midst of the gathered Juli...
Everywhere the eye looked ...was a scene of carnage...Juli hacked and slashed with their cruel sword at wounded wolves...
Snarling packs pulled screaming vampires apart their fur matted in the slick blood of the legions of Caine...
Vampires burned like torches as UV weapons were unleashed...and wolf and human alike fought to extigush the blazes breaking out all over the roof of the mansion...
...On an explosion of glass Ryan dove from a huge picture window, the beast unleashed and roaring...he charged across the blood drenched yard...slaughtering several Larve as he ran...his claws slashing madly...before he crashed into a gaint Opriknikki like a wrecking ball...slicing into the murderous Vampires chest and ripping his heart from his body as he tumbled...
He rasised his head and howled...drunk on the flow of blood and carnage that surrounded him...
In unison the Black Claw answered with howls of their own...attacking the huge Oprinikki with renewed fury....
Natasha's eyes fell to Ryan, her body slick with blood and sweat she smiled...threw her head back as well howling to the sky before beheading one of the huge Russian Vampires...
Erzuli spun madly...her head swimming with the sights and sounds of the battle...never had she imagined such carnage...such bloodshed...she tore her dress and roared...overtaken by the sensations...
Turning her own UV light on a group of larve and howling with pleasure as the loathesome creatures burned to ash....
Ske leveled the shotgun in her other hand and squeezed the trigger...barely noticing the kick of the weapon as she sprayed wooden flechettes into the hissing fiends...
Around her..Jarin, Kerri and Amya...stood...each firing into the advancing packs of blood suckers...each lost in the shear orgy of blood letting around them...
Suddenly a UV spotlight explodedin a shower of spark and flame...followed by another and another...
A cold laugh came from across the yard..." Tonight your blood is mine she bitch.." an icey voice intoned...
He came with arrogant confidence flanked by his personal guard...
His eyes blazing like a cold fire...a smirk across his pale flawless face...
He was Caine...Vampire King...and he had come..
Whew...Ok, that's part one of the Mansion Massacre ...no major PCs injured or killed...but...and I gak you guys not...over sixty dead so far on both sides ( I'm basicaly playing a mini game of 40k to simulate this battle an do the combats..)
...ANyway...I need more PMs for part II....which promises to be even more bloody.
ineptus astartes wrote:I have emerged from the basement after many days of zombie rpgs.
Thats a lot happening, going pretty fast then?
I bet the other wolves (The rebel ones) will not be happy at Harlow for blowing up his new car...
... The "Rebel wolves" find themselves in a very precarious position ...in that the Vampires will only use ( and later enslave or kill them), the Humans either fear or hunt them...and since they have turned against their own kind...they don't have any " friends" there either....so basically they are up the proverbial creek...
The least of their worries should be that their pretty armored car got blown up.
ineptus astartes wrote:I wonder how many purifiers are in existence...
Considering they are an entire "branch" of the Network...I'd say a lot...
Can Andy get an entire branch of the Network to help him, no but he sure can have an entire branch devoted to wiping him off the face of the Earth... grumble...
So I think that Dez has been betrayed, what maybe three times now? Once by the Network(Andy and Vegas shooting at him), once by Joker, and once by Harlow. I think that if he survives this, Dez is going to be very, very lonely or angry and lonely.
If Cain gets killed then that would leave the vampires fragmented, which means Scarlett and company can do a lot of what they want to do with spreading whatever they have, I think its a vampire form of mono... And let me just say that I am glad as hell for not going along with Dez now because I sure as hell would've been fethed with a capital FETHED. Now I just need to sneak past possessed zombie Pontius with the others and get onto a boat with a guy who loves to wear hawaiian shirts, and maybe has a parrot instead of a flamingo at home. How could Fitzz have forgotten about the obligatory parrot for anyone with 'flamingo' in their name, now he needs to go back and change all of his RPs concerning Flamingo Jim. Go ahead Fitzz, I'll wait.
BIC:
Andy could smell the faint color of blood wafting in the air and immediately pointed his nose towards the direction. The others took notice and watched to see what else he would do, maybe it would lead them to a clue to the Stolen Gregorian Monk's Golden Croissant that he got at a New Hampshire State Fair back in 1955 when state fairs still existed. Andy began to scratch his ear with one of his legs, Wendy took notice and smirked at how this ability would be able to transfer to Andy's already masterful Twister skills. She would have to get him to enter into the World Twister Championship, although from reading the previous RPs she knew that Andy got Twister and Sex mixed up sometimes so she would have to make note cards to show him the difference so that way he wouldn't show up to the World Twister Championship naked... again.
"What is it Andy?" Joker asked, "Is it a clue?"
"No." Andy said angrily, "Its a fething lead in the case, there's a difference!"
"Actually there isn't." Wendy retorted.
"Oh, okay then." Andy said angrily still, "Then its a fething clue."
"Geeze you don't have to be so mad bro." Joker replied.
They immediately changed course and after a brief montage of them driving through the city in their psychedelic maintenance van they came upon the grisly scene of a destroyed armored vehicle and multiple dead werewolves.
"My god..." Bjorn said in disbelief of the carnage while the others looked around in aw at the new roller coaster Six Flags was building in the woods. Andy sniffed the air around him before walking over to the smoldering hulk of the armored truck, he touched the still hot metal and immediately withdrew his hand. He looked behind and pulled a rag with a bloody paw print on it.
"Look, we just found an Andy Hint!" Joker shouted to an off-screen camera, "Let's jot it down in our handy, dandy notepad(changed for copyright purposes, come at me Steve, you've got nothing on me!). Okay first we take our crayon and make a squiggly line like this for each side, then we take a knife out and stab Bjorn in the arm," he said as he stabbed Bjorn in the arm, "and we collect the blood on the notepad. There we have it, a bloody rag. We just found our THIRD clue!" Joker shouted as the notepad began to vibrate and float into the air above them. Ancient incantations hummed through the night sky as the notepad began to shake with increasing fervor, suddenly a bright red light shot from the notepad and into the ground, summoning a bright red couch that the group immediately sat on. "Okay guys, let's sit in our thinking couch and let's think! We have a spot of blood, a puddle of blood, and a bloody rag... maybe if we put the spot of blood on the bloody rag, or maybe could use the bloody rag on the puddle of blood... no that doesn't work either. I got it! The thief is Colonel Mustard!".
Colonel Mustard was seen slowly stalking through the shrubs of the glen behind them and the group suddenly stood up and stared at the retired military man, in unison they shouted, "Mustard no stealing(again changed for copyright, come at me Dora, bring your buddy Boots too. I'll make me a pair of monkey boot mittens.), Mustard no stealing, Mustard no stealing!" they finished chanting and watched as Colonel Mustard began convulsing. His eye's began to bulge before they exploded, he screamed in agony as his body began to twist and contort. With the sickening sound of a cracking spine he turned into a fox and then burst into flames, he ran through a bookstore and several other multimedia outlets and even started to be used by people who were looking up something on the internet and hated exploring it for themselves. The Gregorian Monk's Golden Croissant lay in the charred spot where Col Mustard had begun his journey as the Firefox. "We did it guys, we did it!" Rook shouted and soon festive music played and they all began to dance. Unfortunately Andy slipped on the entrails of one of the dead wolves and turned into a flurry of spinning claws as the anger of messing up all of the choreography caused him to turn into a wolf. He crashed into the others and they all fell to the ground, moaning and rubbing their body where it had met the hard Earth. They all got up and began to dance weakly to the same music as before before stopping and cheering half-heartedly. "What was your favorite part Rook?" Joker asked as they all stood their smiling.
"Mine was when we found the homeless man who could fly, but only after he had taken special tablets." Rook responded, "What about you Bjorn?"
"My favorite part was when we stopped for ice cream... and found a dead zebra in the Cookies and Milk flavored ice cream." Bjorn rubbed his arm, "What about you Andy?"
"My favorite part was when I slipped and accidentally turned you all into werewolves." Andy smiled, as the others' smiles instantly vanished.
"What?" Joker asked as they began to check themselves for scratches or cuts. He found several scratches on his arm and looked back at Andy, "You didn't..."
"It was an accident." Andy said as he picked a hand off of the ground and began to chew on it, "I didn't mean to."
"How the hell did I miss that?" Bjorn said as he looked at the stump where his left hand used to be, he looked up from the stump and saw Andy chewing on the hand, "Hey that's my hand!"
"It doesn't have your name on it!" Andy stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry.
"You turn us all into werewolves and now you're eating Bjorn's hand." Wendy said disappointed, "This vacation has been interesting."
"Yeah, you know what it really has been. And now that we're all werewolves we can start our own werewolf clan." Rook said excitedly.
"But Wendy is the only female in our pack, and if Andy won't even share Bjorn's hand with Bjorn, what makes you think he'll share her?"
"I won't share her." Andy said, "But I have this grotto filled with werewolf playboy bunnies back east." he said thumbing in the direction he thought fit it most.
...............
Back in the grotto, Andy and Wendy laughed happily along with the werewolf playboy bunnies.
"Geeze Andy that was a funny story, can you tell us again how you turned all your friends into werewolves, told them about us, and then didn't share us with them?" one of them asked.
"I don't know Candy," Andy said, " its getting awfully late and we should all really be getting to bed." he finished his champagne and they all got out and went to bed.
Outside of the mansion and in the cold, the other ex-hunters shivered around a trash can fire that was barely warming their hands.
"Well I think we now know that Andy is a dick." Joker said.
"And knowing is half the fight(changed for copyright come at me Duke, you and the other Joe's can't hit the broadside of an anything.)." a wrongly colored Gung-Ho said as he towered over the group. They all cheered as he gave a big thumbs up and the screen faded to black.
Oooooh, WARORK, that is devious of you, but, for what its worth...
... and I am stumped as what to do...
... but, the way I see it, Carl and Dez have one last card to play...
... oh, and thank you Fitzz, I had only planned on having Carl and three other Lunar Brotherhood (Mary, Tristan, and Tim) that would make up four, but I got Tiny for free...
ineptus astartes wrote:I ebt he will pull a grenade off his belt and send them all to the big kennel in the sky.
He might...course Harllow and the others are aiming weapons and holding claws at the ready...so...he'd better be quick if he did that...
Not to mention a single grenade doesn't have that sort of "pop"...it might kill a few...wound a few more...but it's not like it can "blow up" the whole lot.
either way not a real easy way to set that stuff off when wolves are watching...
Perhaps...
And yeah...like pulling a grenade out and yanking the pin ( popping the spoon, waiting for the pin to fire)...detonating an explosive would take a bit of motion..and I'm guessing Harlow has a pretty itchy triger finger right bout now..
Ok pals and gals..( well gal), I've got all my mansion PMs in...and I'm just waiting for a confirmation on my PM on the Forest event..then I can finish both...
I'll also be starting the Hunters Escape event later tonight as well....so if your involved ( or will be involved) in that one...nows your last chance to get in any last minute RP's....
We're in the home stretch now guys...Whole lot of Blood shed coming ...
Well...as I'm still waiting on a comfermation from Kais...the Forest event conclusion wont happen tonight...
...But...the Mansion Massacre and the start of the Hunter Event will...stay tuned.
...Flamingo Jim effortlessly giuded his craft dockside, Trish and Murry quickly tying the ship off as it nestled in close to the dock...
" Don't make it to fast" Jim yelled from the wheelhouse " We may be making a quick exit..Murry...lock and load...both of you stay sharp!!"
The big man yanked the canvas from the .50 caliber and snapped a ammo belt into it yanking the firing bolt back into position, his eyes scannning everywhere at once...
" Hey!! I think that's them" Trish shouted pointing at a group of people who were rushing along the warf...a one handed man waving franticly...
" That's got to be them.." Andy said, his voice enthusiastic as he moved faster, Wendy rushing behind him to keep up..
Joker dialed and yelled in is phone " Hey!! Hey!! is that you Jim?...Big red boat?...hot chick and a human mountian on the deck??"
" That's us" came the voice over the phone " We see you...now haul ass...before we get any company"
" Hell yeah!!" Joker bellowed happily " We made it man!! " he yelled to Andy...
" There" Father Nakizy said from his position just out of the Hunters view..." There are the tainted ones...those who have defied the will of our Lord..there are those who must be cleansed"
Brother Rameriz roared his burned and scared face twisting with hate..." They shall be cleansed!!"
From behind the boat house Brother Thadious stepped out, grasp in his hands he held a military flame thrower...a dark smile spread over his face as he lifted it sighting on the deck of the boat"
...Ok...I've got a genral idea from some PMs of what some PCs want to do, but I still need some PMs and for those who have sent in PMs...please confirm actions.
...Player Event...The Mansion Part II...Combat Resolutions.....
...Within the confines of The infant Pure Bloods chambers, The Black Claw fired weapons from small windows into the courtyard, eager to join the combat outside.but sworn to defend the young Prince..
Davin stood near Nelson his eyes shining, " Do you smell it?" He asked..Nelson nodded..." They come...stand ready...!!" the huge wolf crouched low his fangs bared ...
The worn wood of the floor cracked and buckled...exploding outward...from under the earth the Nachzeher came...their semses honed to spill the blood of the young wold Prince...
From behind them..a giant clawed hand appeared...the room filled with the stench of the marl pit as Tommy Rawhead peered over the edge of the ruined floor...his eyes aglow..
" A meal fit for a king" he hissed as he stared hungrily at the small pup...
In the chaos of battle outside, Erzuli suddenly froze...the haunting words she'd heard before coming to her once more..."they come for the pure bloods" the whisper drifted in her ears...
Her eyes opened wide, a snarl on her lips " The child" she whispered...in an instant she was bounding towards the burning mansion...
" Erzuli!!" Jarin roared...she didn't even turn...he felt an icy fear grip him and a moment later was charging behind the wolf he loved..Amya close on his heels...
In the carnage that surounded him...it had become clear...he felt a love for Erzuli as he'd never felt for another...he would protect her through this night...no matter what.
He crashed into the Mansion...smoke filling his lungs..." Erzuli!!" he bellowed..he sniffed ..trying to find her scent..
" This way!!" he felt a tug at his side...glancing down he saw the young wolf AMya...staring intently down a narrow hall leading to the kitchen.." she went that way..." the young wolf said..
Jarin's eyes widened " The Pup." he whispered and charged behind AMya who led the way....
A huge Opriknikki , dressed in jet black garb roared...beheading on of the Black Claw with a fearsome stroke of his blade...he cared not that most of his kinsmen had fallen...he was engrossed in the battle...he would be sated...
He stalked forward...searching for the mightest wolf he could find...his eyes beheld a fierce and quick young beast tearing another Opriknikki apart...a shark like smile spread over his face as he raised his blade and charged...
Ryan sensed the attack at the last moment...barley dodging a blow that would have taken his head off...the wolf roared and slashed into the huge vampire, yelping as the Opriknimkki's blade bit into his shoulder...
...The beast spun in slashing into the mighty Opriknikki lords chest...ripping ..trying to tear into the beating heart inside......
With a massive boot, the giant vampire kicked into Ryans stomach..knocking him to the blood smeared earth....he bellowed laughter as he blade was raised for the kill...
With an ear shattering roar...the wolf called Ivan leaped onto the huge Opriknikki's back digging his fangs into it's throat...
The great vampire roared...slinging the wolf loose ..his throat riping as he did..
Ivan leapt to his feet and charged...claws poised to shred flesh...
But the ancient opriknikki was clever...and fast as he was brutal, he dodged the wolfs killing blow...and in one vicious thrust ran his enormous sabre through the snarling beasts body...blood gushing onto his hands as he twisted the blade...
Ivan howled out in agony...thrashing to free himself, but the Opriknikki fiercly slashed upwards...splitting the wolfs torso in half in a gout of gore...
The wolf issued a last shriek as it pitched forward...falling face down to the ground...adding it's blood to the vitae that soaked the earth at the Oriknikkis feet...
The Giant Vampire brought it's sword down, removing the fallen wolfs head in a single swipe..as he bent to retrive it...Ryan struck again...
The wolf bored into the Vampires exposed side ripping the great sword from it's hand and slashing into the Opriknikkis ribs...his claws digging into the flesh and snapping bone...ripping the Vampires lung from it's body...
Ivan the terribe stood bolt upright...blood gurgling from it's huge fanged mouth...his eyes glaring into RYan's with a burning hatred...
With a roar Ryan forced his claws deeper into the massive body...their taloned tips closing around the Vampires icy heart...the wolfs fist clamped down violently...
From above the Strigio decended once more...hissing at the wolves bellow...unleashing torants of corrosive rains...searing dark acidics poured from the sky above...
as the murderous downpour intensified...both wolf and vampire thrall alike roared amd screamed as the blistering liquid ate into their flesh..
Several lesser wolves went down quivering...their fur smoldering...their flesh hanging from their bone like a gore soaked melted taffy...
Ghouls went wild...screaming curse at their masters as they too sucumbed to the viscious rain...their bodys reduced to skelotal remains in moments...
The Strigoi shrieked laughter at the carnage they'd brought...gleeful in the misery the had unleashed...but in a blinding flash their cappering laughter became screams of anguish as again a multitude of UV weapons came to bare...
" Bring them down!!" Shandi roared, half of her formerly lovely face burned away from the effects of the acid rain...
At her command the air filled with arrows and wooden bullets...the searing rain disapating as the last Strigoi tumbled to the earth to be ripped apart by the furious wolves bellow...
Caines brow furrowed...the lycans were proving to be more problematic than he had first anticipated...but still the Blood Lord was confident tonight would see the end of the Bitch Queen and her Bastard Pup...
He moved efortlessly along...his Fallen at his side...with a gesture of comtempt he destroyed the wolf who'd ordered the attack on his Strigoi with a casual gesture...the she wolf exploding in a gyser of blood..
He laughed as a thin black wolf came roaring towards him...a look of fierce determination in it's eyes...
Brahg new he'd never best the Vampire Lord...knew this charge would be his end...but he cared not...it would serve his Queen...and he knew that the Arch Leech would fall due to his sacrifice..
The black wolf leapt high..roaring as he dd...his howl turning to one of agony as his eyes ruptured and spilled from his skull in a smouldering puddle...
" For you my Queen!!" Brahg thought an instant before his head ruptured like a rotted melon....
Caine chuckled as the wolfs body slammed into the earth..." Fool" the vampire lord hissed ...
" FACE ME LEECH!!" Came a roar from just ahead...Caine turned as the Bitch Queen and her Minions charged forward...they had used the lone wolf as a distraction and were now on top of the Vampires..
" Come then Bitch!!" Caine bellowed..." This Night you Die!!"...
In an explosive clash of Blood, steel and Claws...The Fallen and the Black Claw colided...vampire hacked into wolfish flesh .....Dark and razor like claws slashed into Necrotic throats...
With a howl of fury the Wolf Queen launched herself towards the Vampire King, her sword arching low slashing into the Blood Lords side...
" Damnable CUR!!" Caine roared lashing out, his blow sending Natasha reeling her face covered in blood...one of her magnificent blue eyes torn from her face...
The Wolf Queen roared in defiance and leapt high a booted foot smashing Caine back..onto a dying vampire guard.her sword cutting through the air only to blocked by the Vampire Lord..
" Your anger holds no sway with me beast" Caine said , his voice filled with disdain as he again slammed Natasha to the ground and raised his weapon...
The air filled with a vicious Howl as Ryan bolted into the Blood Lord...his claws unzipping the ancient Vampires throat in a rush of black blood...
" Beast!!" Gurgled the stunned Caine, slashing the wolfs abdomen and hurling him across the yard to the ground...
" Die!! Forsaken one!!" Kerri bellowed charging Caine...the lithe she wolf ripping into the Sanguine Lords under sides...his blood covering her...
With a merciless fury Caine grasp the she wolf by the throat and in one fluid moton tore her head from her beautiful body..dropping her at his gore soaked feet..
As he turned Caine stood eye to eye with the snarling Natasha...she thrust forward a scream on her lips...her sword driving through the Blood Lords body..
With the last of his power Cain backhanded the Wolf Queen...sending her crashing to the earth...
The last of his Falen rushing to his side Caine snarled..blood pouring from his wounds..." Withdraw...I return to the Crooked House"..
In a flash they were gone...leaving a handful of lesser minions at the mercy of the remaining wolves...
Within the Nursery ...the Black Claw fought viciously against the maruding Nachzecher...shreding their albino flesh and ripping their entrails from their ancient bodies..
and yet for every vampire to fall...three would drag a Black Claw under the earth...
Davin bellowed for Sansa to maintain her fire as he and Nelson drove back the murderous Rawhead...
..." Keep them from the Prince!!" Davin roared...as the nursery door slammed open and Erzuli rushed inside...
The female Pure Blood stood dumbstruck for an instant at the sight of the monsterous creature who loomed over the Black Claw...it's skeletal hands reachng for the Pup..
she cried out as she felt claws..cold as death rip into her side and gazed into the faceless vampire who reached from the shattered floor towards her...
Witha roar of disgust Erzuli drove her needle into the vampires throat...it hissed in pain and retreated quickly...blood gysering from the wound...
" The Child" she thought..." Must protect him.."...with a blood curdling how she flung herself at the skeletal apparetion...driving her needle deep into it's eye...
" She -Bitch" Cackled Tommy Rawhead..his eye rupturing and spilling a maggot filled pus down his dead face." The cur is mine.."
Erzuli struck again...but was thrown across the room, slamming into the far wall with a bone jaring crash...
" No!!" roared Jarin...diving and transforming into the beast he slammed into Rawhead...his claws tearng into his bony hide...
At once Davin transformed and charged as well...the two giant wolves ripping bone from the creatures body and opening boiling wounds as they struck...
Tommy Rawhead thrashed madly..trying to shake the two snarling beast off...as he slammed Davin to the floor a searing arrow struck him in the head...his wormy brains spilling from the wound...
" No" the creature roared " I shall have the welps flesh,,,I shall"
With this Nelson charged his flashing claws tearing the creatures lower jaw eskew....
Rawhead bellowed..it's clawed fingers grasping Davin and slamming the huge wolf into the far wall...
Jarin leaped onto the creatures back driving his claws into the beast backs..ignoring the stench of the boiling black ichor that flowed from it's wounds...
The Monstrosity screamed again..slashng over it's shoulders and hooking the wolf in it's claws it hurled him through the side wall...
another arrow struck home and the beast staggered....black magot filled blood covering the Nursery room floor...
It clutched at it's head and toppled back into the gapping hole from which it had emerged...
Nelson and Erzuli rushed to the sides of the hole...ready to finish the beast...but it was gone..
Walking to the crib Erzuli lifted the Pure Blood Pup...he was unharmed...and his eyes blazed...as though e himself wished to have joined the battle..
The small wolf stared up at Erzuli...blinking...it rasied it's small head and nipped at her gently...then howled..
...As the last of Caines forces where driven Back, the Wolf Queen rose to her feet...glancing about at the destruction that had been visited upon her tribe..
She wiped the blood from her face and saw her beloved Kerri...destroyed by the Leeach king...left crumpled like so much trash upon the ground...
Fury boiled inside her...tempered only by sorrow...
" I shall cherish you always my beloved" she said to Kerri's twisted form..
Stalking across the courtyard she saw the amount of her people who had died here...the wounded tending to one another...the strong mercilessly slaying those vampires who lay bleeding...
She stopped and pulled Ryan to his feet..." Come...we go to your son.."
Together the limped back towards the smouldering Mansion...
Whew..Jesus in a sidecar that was alot of typing...hope you guys liked it...
Body Count...
Bragh-Dead
Shandi-Dead
Ivan the wolf -Dead
Kerri-Dead ( gonna miss her)
Natasha wounded
Ryan wounded
Erzuli wounded
Jarin Wounded
Davin-wounded
....over 60% of the wolves at the Mansion ...dead or wounded...
WARORK93 wrote:Fething hell Fitzz...the feth am I gonna do now?
Don't sweat it...as I said several times in this RP....the Mansion in Prague was one of a dozen That Natasha owns...it's not like we're homeless or anything.
WARORK93 wrote:Fething hell Fitzz...the feth am I gonna do now?
Don't sweat it...as I said several times in this RP....the Mansion in Prague was one of a dozen That Natasha owns...it's not like we're homeless or anything.
Nah I just mean the vampires are gonna be back and...yeah...
I'm still wondering what Erzuli found in that armory...
And i'm glad you guys loved my char. Keep rocking!
, Also hello to you Mordo. 
Sorry Hlaine.
...But it was his remote detonator...and his pan to blow Dez up from the start..
