Kristen walked rapidly along the broken pathway that led through Memorial Park,cursing under her breath,she fumbled in her purse searching for a cigarette....finding none,she swore softly and pitched the empty pack over her shoulder.
Normally Kristens demeanor was a cheerful one,but tonight her mood was indeed foul,that bastard manager at The Lookout had insisted she stay late to help him close the cafe.
Of course Kristen had her suspicions as to why he'd picked her to stay late,that dirty old feth was always staring at her,making little comments.."As if.."Kristen muttered to herself.
Still...she had no choice and had ended up staying to close,now here she was,walking through the park at damn near midnight "Bastard" Kristen muttered again thinking of her boss " Maybe I'll put something nasty in that coffee he's always drinking",for some reason...this thought cheered her up a bit.
She looked around the silent surroundings of the park..normally she would have avoided walking through here,but...it was very late and she was sleepy,cutting through the park would get her back to her apartment quicker than going around...even if it did give her the creeps.
From behind she heard the sound of something moving in the bushes and quickly turned...her heart in her throat,her hand going to the small canister of pepper spray she kept in her purse...just in case..she stood,staring into the gloom,her pulse beating faster and faster in her head.."What the hell was I thinking coming here alone?" she cursed to herself
" Hello.." Kristen called in a trembling voice..praying to God no one would answer,her grip tightened on the pepper spray.." Hello.."
A Huge orange alley cat darted from the underbrush and tore off across the parks open field.."Jesus!!" Kristen shouted leaping back and grabbing her chest...her body shaking..." Stupid God damn cat" she yelled after the fleeing feline and turned back to the pathway laughing to herself.
A low guttural growl came from behind her..she froze.." A dog..has to be" Kristen thought.." That's what the cat was running from...a really big dog."
The growl became a roar...and Kristen turned in time to see a huge figure..straight from a lunatics nightmare explode from the bushes.
" Oh MY GOD!!..THAT ISN"T REAL!!" was all Kristen had time to think...then it took her.
Live From Action 5 News...
" Are we on ?...We are..?..
This is Max Crossman reporting live from Downtown Memorial Park where earlier this morning police were called to the scene of a grisly discovery.
The mutilated body of 23 year old Kristen Hood was discovered at approximately 4:00 A.M. this morning by city sanitation workers who then notified police of their find.
Details are sketchy at the moment..but one eyewitness told this reporter that Ms. Hood appeared to have been ..quote "Ripped to pieces" Unquote.
Authorities have declined to comment if there is any connection between this apparent murder and a similar,as of yet unsolved killing which took place last month.
Polie also refuse to speculate if these two incidents are connected to the disappearance of Kelly Murphy...who has been missing for over a week now,Ms.Murphy you may recall was last seen leaving Spiders bar on Rampart Street late on the night of October 3..the search for the young woman continues.
Once again..A Ghastly scene at Memorial Park,23 year old Kristen Hood the victim of an apparent homicide.
We'll have more on this and other stories on our noon report..This is Max Crossman..Action 5 News.
Welcome to Blood Moon..A Horror RP which will pit player against player in a battle of wits and survival,both in and around Empire City,a once booming Metropolis that has slipped into economic freefall,unemployment and crime are on the rise,and the homeless and desperate are in abudance.
The cities remaining wealthy exist in a world of luxary and decadence as all around them the working poor strugle to scratch out a day to day living.
Those with the means to do so have fled to the cities surrounding Suburbs.
Below ..please find the statlines for various available PC characters...these stats will be used in resolving combat/as well as act as a guide for actions..
If anyone has any questions...please feel free to ask..
Vampires
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WS-6/BS-5/S-6/T-5/W-3/I-6/A-3/SV-3+
These stats are for a Vampire who has fed as normal,a starving Vampire reduces stats by -1 for everything except wounds and save until stats have reached -3 at which point a vamp loses a wound.
Vampires and sunlight- Sunlight counts as an instant-death weapon against Vamps,however to reflect a possible escape (if applicable) Vampires get one + 5 save to get to cover,if the save is successful the vampire takes a wound and counts as starving until it feeds again.
Vampire PCs may have up to two major NPCs and one minor NPC and may have two "bases of operation"
In Human form
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WS-6/BS-3/S-5/T-5/W-3/I-5/A-2/Sv-3+
These stats are for a Werewolf who has fed as normal,a starving Werewolf is subject to frenzy on a roll of 4+ until it feeds on flesh,a frenzied wolf Gains +1 to S and T,but is at -2 for all other stats other than wounds and saves.
Frenzy can occur at any random time for a Wolf who has not Fed,a wolf MUST feed during the full moon or frenzy will result on a roll of 2+
A wolf who suffers the effects of Frenzy loses one I point permanently for each episode.
Wolves and Silver-Silver is lethal to Werewolves and counts as a poison attack costing one wound for each successful attack,a wolf may attempt a 5+ save against death by silver,if successful..the Wolf is reduced to one wound and must flee to attempt to recuperate.
Werewolf PCs may have up to two major NPCs and one minor NPC,and have up to two bases of operation.
These Stats are for an uninjured hunter,a hunter that is injured by a Werewolf and loses all his wounds dies on a roll of 1-3 and is infected on a roll of 4-6.
A hunter in normal combat with a Vampire is killed when all wounds are lost,however the Vampire may decided to transform the hunter and will be successful on a roll of 3+.
Hunters will have access to various weapons that will present themselves in the RP,but will start the RP with two firearms + 50 rounds of standard ammo,in addition each Hunter will start with 10 rounds of silver ammo,Hunters will also start with a single bladed weapon (not Silver) and Stakes and a crossbow/bow and 10 bolts/arrows.
Hunters will also be allowed one Talisman ( for either Vampires OR Werewolves) witch allows them One Auto save Wound.
Hunter PCs may have one Major NPC and one minor NPC but may have up to three bases of operation.
Hopefully everyone will find this RP entertaining as well as challenging..please remember that unlike many FPs..your actions could have devastating consequences for your character.
That being said...I hope everyone enjoys the ride...
To Join..simply fill out a Character Profile..
Example...
Player:-Fitzz
Character-Bob the Guy.
Race/affiliation:- Hunter.
Physical Description- Bob the Guy looks like a guy,he's tall like a guy,weighs as much as a guy...and has a beard like a guy.
Equipment:-Bob has lots of guy stuff
Backstory-Bob hates vamps and wolves cuz to him their not guys anymore.
Location/resources..Bob lives in the city,in a guy type house..he has a small income from being a guy and pawn stuff he takes off of vamps.
Vehicle:..Bob drives a guys car.
Other info:..Bob is schizophrenic and often dresses up like his mother.
List of Current PCs and NPCs ---------------------------------------------
Player: sillyboy
Character: Sky 'Vegas' Henderson
Race/affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: Female, 1.70 m, short brown hair, green eyes, 27 years old.
Equipment: Loads of weapons: but prefers her sawed off double barreled shotgun
Backstory: Was the sole daughter of Reece Henderson, who was known as the king of spades. He literally owned half of casino's in the East coast.
He got to this wealth by helping vampires, with supplies, etc... But one day he decided it was enough. The vampires were not amused and killed him before Sky's very own eyes.
This was the moment she turned into a hunter. Using the heritage of her father she located the killer. But almost got killed by the vampire. Luckily she was saved By Colt. Who
learned her everything she needed to know. To continue the hunt.
Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town.
Vehicle: everything you want.
Other info: Hates vampires
Talisman against Vampires.
Main NPC:
Character: James 'colt' Watson
Race/affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: male, bulky, black hair, grizzly appearance, 1.85 m, 54 years old.
Equipment: makes it himself.
Backstory: James used to be a lumberjack, with a passion for guns and hunting. One day his family got killed by the supernatural.
He has been on a crusade against the supernatural ever since. Wanting to exterminate this stench from the world. He was one of the prime hunters of
his day. But finally age caught up with him. He uses his knowledge of guns to still help the cause. By making weapons suitable for the hunt.
On one of his last hunting trips he met Sky. He saved her and took her under his wings. He has taught her everything he knew. He knew that one
day she could be as great as him.
Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town.
Other info: Gunsmith, can tinker with weapons to make them ideal for the hunt.
Sky has such a fond place in his heart. That he almost thinks of her like a daughter.
Player: Chowderhead
Character: Musatei "Jenny" Movila
Race/affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: Petit, striking features, blush cheeks, Brown hair/blond Higlights
Equipment: Guitar, modified guitar case, slim jims, sledgehammer (Kept in modified guitar case)
Backstory: Musatei was bitten by her stepfather at the age of 19 in 1398, in a small hamlet in Transylvania. Not knowing what had happened, she wandered, injured, into the woods. Coming out 3 weeks later, she began acting strangely. She left at night, came back tired, shaking, and her clothes were ripped. She was called a witch, and was cast out of the village. She now wanders the world, working odd jobs, and using her beauty to get men to follow her back to her place. Unfortunately, there is only one fate for such men...
Location/resources: Mainly in Empire City, but has a safehouse in the countrym a reminder of her homeland.
Vehicle: Dead men's cars
Other info: Jenny is her "Street" name. Only her close friends call her by her true name.
NPC:
Player: Chowderhead
Character: Pablo
Race/affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: 8-9 years old, slightly hispanic, short cropped hair, loves t-shirts.
Equipment: Nintendo DS, suitcase full of dinosaurs, 9mm handgun.
Backstory: Pablo was bitten by a Spaniard named Hernando Cortez in the city of Technocticaln, the capitol of the Aztec empire. When it fell shortly afterwards, he and his family ran north. He ran north with them, but as is it with werewolves, he did not age. His parents, however, did. They noticed this, proclaimed he was a gift from the gods, and tried to sacrifice him. Pablo would have none of it. He killed both his parents, and kept going north. He reached Empire colony around 1801, and met a nice girl named Jenny. The two haved lived together ever since.
Location/resources: He's 8. He can't own a home, now can he?
Vehicle: Bikes.
Other info: Pablo has honed his skills with the 9mm over the past 20 years, and now only has problems with the recoil.
Player: Shas'ui T'au Kais
Character: Jason "Atlas" Mirage
Race/Affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: Spiky blonde hair shown just under his black hoody top, combat trousers, trainers. Handsome, but has a dark and serious face at all times.
Equipment: The clothes he wears, and a knife.
Backstory: He was left as a baby out in the woods, and was found by some passers by. He was put in an orphanage, and hated it. He ran away as soon as he was 16, and went into the woods. He encountered a savge wolf creature, and it bit him. He was in constant pain until he changed, and now he carries the curse around always. He despises the curse, but he uses the benefits to his advantage, as with them, he survives.
Location/resource: Always on the move, but mainly sticks to the woods. Goes to the city only when necessary.
Vehicle: None.
Other info: He always uses the name Atlas, unless he is trying to be formal
Player- Mordoskul
Character- Pontius of House Brutii
Race- Vampire
Physical Description- Pontius, like the rest of his race, is pale and attractive, with short dark hair. He has a strong Roman nose, and smells of oil.
Equipment- Pontius carries a gladius made of iron on his person at all times, as well as a garnet ring given to him by Cain himself shortly before his disappearance.
Backstory- Shortly after the reign of Caesar, Pontius was Embraced by the reborn Brutus himself, making him his Childe. After Brutus left this world for the World Tree, Pontius became a noble in what is today Germany, later fighting in the Crusades. During the Great War, Pontius fled to Africa, with many of his 'children', where he encountered the Obayifo, the Vampires of Africa. Pontius kept his head down until now, as the signs of Cain's return become apparent to him.
Location/Resources- Pontius lives in the slums, where he can easily hunt without drawing suspicion.
Vehicle- Pontius drives a car that has seen better days, but prefers to travel by foot, leaping across the tops of buildings.
Other info- Pontius despises werewolves as degenerate savages, fit only for a bit of sport before disposing of them. When roused to anger, Pontius has a murderous temper, prone to shattering tables and tearing witnesses in half. He sees humans as cattle, useful at times, but mostly as a readily available food source.
Player: bloodreaper
Name-Sindri Herik Mire
Race-Vampire
Physical descrpition- Tall and thin , Sindri's face is covered by a strange Iron mask
Equipment: Iron axe and Strange Mask
Backstory: A British pirtae during the 1650's , Sindri killied murderd and slaghterd his way through the oceans claming he was Invincible untill he and his crew were attacked by Vampire Pirates. He was tortured and driven insane before becoming a Vampire. He cares not for who he kills only that blood is shed.
Location: Old Sewer tunnels
Player: Halonachos
Character: Andy Bruss
Race/Affiliation: Hunter
Physical Description: Male, 6'1", short brown hair and brown eyes. 23 years old. Average build.
Equipment: AK-74 and a .357 revolver, cell phone. Black and green ballcap, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a pocket. Tan jacket with zipper hood. Also wears a silver cross because gold just looks plain gaudy to him.
Backstory: Andy was a hunter across the country when the local population of werewolves diminished thanks to the efforts of the local hunters. Through the underground network he found out about the rise of 'murders' in Empire City they believed it would be best for him to transfer to the city to help the local hunter groups. His parents died in a car crash so his reasons for hunting the supernatural are somewhat clouded. It stems from the fact that he just plain hates the idea of vampires and werewolves.
Other information: Really likes his hat. "I like werewolves, they're easy to kill. All you have to do is shoot them with something silver, now vampires have to be staked or something. Not only are they stronger, faster, and chances are more experienced but you have to get close to them too. Way overpowered in my humble opinion."
Vampire Talisman
NPC:
Name: Kara Viselle
Race/Affiliation: Hunter
Physical description: Short dirty blond hair, brown eyes, 5'10". 25 years old.
Equipment: Silenced MP5, silenced M9, K-Bar engraved with the image of the cross. Cell phone. Blue jeans, gray shirt with a dark brown jacket.
Backstory: Kara grew up in Empire City where her parents were mauled by a werewolf. She blames the werewolfs and vampires not only for the death of her family, but for the decay of the city. She is supposed to meet Andy and make sure that he acclimates to the city before they carry out any operations.
Location: A small Hunter outpost in the farms outside of the city.
Vehicle: Chevy Tahoe with 4x4.
Other Information: Despite the tragedy she faced she remains upbeat by following the ideals of her fellow Hunters, anything funny is good for the mind. "Found a werewolf today, he was trying to get some chickens from a local farmer. Shot him several times in the back with some silver hollowpoint and he fell face forward into the coop. He could've chickened out but he died with egg on his face instead."
Player:- Ghosty
Character:- Ryan O’Brian
Race/affiliation:- Werewolf
Physical Description:- 5’11” , Irish-American, Amber eyes, short Blonde Hair, well built (Werewolf Perk- lots of running tends to build up the musculature somewhat!) stubbley beard, broken nose with a scar line across the bridge, missing his ring finger on his right hand, and his little finger on his left. Deep scarring on his back. When a Werewolf, leaner than average due to lack of ‘proper’ meat, but still considerably strong. Additionally on his finger tips there are heavy calluses from where his claws tear out and re-enter. As a Wolf his fur is generally thick and brown, with blonde streak down his back. Scars are still present on his body, as is the missing fingers. At present he also smells somewhat from a lack of showers.
Equipment/clothes:- Wearing jeans a T-shirt and a well used and battered leather jacket. He has on his person a pack of cigarettes, he’s a chain smoker, trying to replace one addiction (The inherent one gained from being a wolf) with another, especially considering that smoking can’t harm a Werewolf the same way that it could to a human. No weapons apart from claws, teeth, and until he has a shower, bad smell.
Backstory:- Ryan is in his early twenties, and has been on the move throughout great Britain since he was sixteen, living in various places, but never staying still for too long. He has an older brother who lives in the city who he’s especially close to. He views being a wolf as a curse over a blessing, due to the horror that it’s caused him. Ryan used to lose himself in the moorlands or the deep woods during the full moon- to ensure he caused no harm to Humans. However, on a fateful day, whilst on the move through the Scottish Highlands, Ryan found himself having his time of the month in a national park in which a young couple had just happened to be spending their first camping holiday within. Upon waking amongst the eviscerated remains of two people, Ryan swore he would never let such an atrocity happen to him again, and decided to move to America to catch up with his brother, in the hopes of getting support against his fight with the wolf within.
Location/resources:- Eventually his brothers house.
Vehicle:- His brother has a car.
Other info:- Ryan is just looking to live a normal life – he doesn’t want to let the Werewolf within affect him anymore
Player:-Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character- Longinus
Race/affiliation:- Vampire.
Physical Description- Longiunus is 6'3'', short black hair and Blue-gray eyes. A weathered ageless face. BUilt like an ox.
Equipment: 2x Short Swords, Kevlar Vest. Balck Suit. wrapped up long-sword wrapped across his back.
Backstory- Longinus was gladiator in Rome. When he was mortally wounded in duel, as he laid on his death bed he begged his trainer to save. Unknown to him his trainer was one of the undead and he gifted him the gift/curse of undeath. when he rose from his coma he saw what had happened and in a fit of a rage he slew his trainer with the two swords he had used in the arena. He also picked up the londsword his trainer used and wrapped in linen cloth and carries on his back as a reminder of his burden.
Location/resources..He lives in the sewers..
Other info:..he will only draw his trainer's sword if he is in a frenzy and out of control.
NPC.
Player; Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character; Isaac Moon
Race; Human
Physical Description; 5'7'', 35ish, Unshaven, has been living in th street for 8 years.
Equipment; Half a bottle of buckie,
Backstory; was an accountant and was happily married until his wife was 'taken' by one of 'them'. Not long after that the firm he worked for closed down. Unable to keep up with morgage payments he got kicked into the gutter where he climbed into a bottle and ahs looked back since.
Character: Nigel Hawthorne.
Race: Vampire
Physical Description: 5.11, Middle Aged, once atheletic but now slightly overweight, grey hair. Suit.
Equipment: Cellphone, Old fashioned pocket watch,
Briefcase: Cash ($2000 small bills), Finanacial documents and Glock 17 with 30 hollow point bullets (1 full mag, 1 full spare) (bad shot), 12 infusions of catalysed pig plasma.
Backstory: Hawthorne is a liason for the guild of Vampiric Investors, looking to get downtown for a big financial deal. He is 167 years old and has only fed a handful of times, he has been 'clean' for 30 years, survives on infusions of plasma, which do not strengthen him in anyway. He is of noble English ancestry.
Location: Motel on Outskirts.
Vehicle: Black AMG mercedes, is an average driver.
Notes: Weak vampire, does not have any of the supernatural abilities associated. Is however super inelligent/manipulative. Can survive short intervals of sunlight (OOC: if Alright with GM).
NPC Name: Stelek
Race: Vampire.
Physical description: 6.7, built like a brick gakhouse. Black kevalr carbon weave bodysuit, Enclosed black Bike helmet. Basically the black Stig.
Equipment: Silver-phosphourous micro stake carbine with nightsight and integrated uv projector, loads of Ammo. Excellent shot. Weapon is equally effective against Vampires and werewolves though less so against humans.
Backstory: Raised in the Vampire worshiping tribes of Germanica Stelek has served the guild of Vampiric investors for 700 years in it's various guises. He is currently serving as Hawthornes Bodyguard.
Vehicle: Ducati monster with off-road Mods.
Notes: Mute and incredibly stupid. Nonetheless Absolutely lethal. Is quite fond of Hawthorne. One puncture of his body armour could be lethal. Has to pray to Dagon, without fail, at midnight.
Empire City and it's surounding areas...
Purple=Empire City
Pink=Suburbs
Brown=Small towns
Yellow= Farming towns
Orange=Industrial sights
Blue=Bodies of Water
Green=Wooded areas
Player: sillyboy Character: Sky 'Vegas' Henderson Race/affiliation: Hunter Physical Description: Female, 1.70 m, short brown hair, green eyes, 27 years old. Equipment: Loads of weapons: but prefers her sawed off double barreled shotgun Backstory: Was the sole daughter of Reece Henderson, who was known as the king of spades. He literally owned half of casino's in the East coast. He got to this wealth by helping vampires, with supplies, etc... But one day he decided it was enough. The vampires were not amused and killed him before Sky's very own eyes. This was the moment she turned into a hunter. Using the heritage of her father she located the killer. But almost got killed by the vampire. Luckily she was saved By Colt. Who learned her everything she needed to know. To continue the hunt. Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town. Vehicle: everything you want. Other info: Hates vampires
Talisman against Vampires.
she looks a bit like this:
Main NPC:
Character: James 'colt' Watson Race/affiliation: Hunter Physical Description: male, bulky, black hair, grizzly appearance, 1.85 m, 54 years old. Equipment: makes it himself. Backstory: James used to be a lumberjack, with a passion for guns and hunting. One day his family got killed by the supernatural. He has been on a crusade against the supernatural ever since. Wanting to exterminate this stench from the world. He was one of the prime hunters of his day. But finally age caught up with him. He uses his knowledge of guns to still help the cause. By making weapons suitable for the hunt. On one of his last hunting trips he met Sky. He saved her and took her under his wings. He has taught her everything he knew. He knew that one day she could be as great as him. Location/resources: Big luxurious estate just out of town. Other info: Gunsmith, can tinker with weapons to make them ideal for the hunt. Sky has such a fond place in his heart. That he almost thinks of her like a daughter.
He looks a bit like this: But without all the crazyness...
A quick note..especially to any one who RPs as a Hunter (but applicable to all PCs)...You will find In my opening post,and indeed in most subsequent post a variety of "clues" suggesting locations/people/events you may choose to investigate.
Your in no way "obligated" to do so...but...you never know what might turn up if you do.
Alright FITZZ, seeing as how you do great RPs, and you are now the GM, I'll bite.
Player: Chowderhead Character: Musatei "Jenny" Movila Race/affiliation: Werewolf Physical Description: Petit, striking features, blush cheeks, Brown hair/blond Higlights Equipment: Guitar, modified guitar case, slim jims, sledgehammer (Kept in modified guitar case) Backstory: Musatei was bitten by her stepfather at the age of 19 in 1398, in a small hamlet in Transylvania. Not knowing what had happened, she wandered, injured, into the woods. Coming out 3 weeks later, she began acting strangely. She left at night, came back tired, shaking, and her clothes were ripped. She was called a witch, and was cast out of the village. She now wanders the world, working odd jobs, and using her beauty to get men to follow her back to her place. Unfortunately, there is only one fate for such men... Location/resources: Mainly in Empire City, but has a safehouse in the countrym a reminder of her homeland. Vehicle: Dead men's cars Other info: Jenny is her "Street" name. Only her close friends call her by her true name.
Also,it has been brought to my attention that I neglected to post the current RP time...and seeing as how Day/Night is a huge factor in this game...I will attempt to keep a running RP time ...just for everyone's convenience.
As of now...The RP time is exactly 6:00 A.M.
Edit:... And just so the Werewolves know..The Full Moon is a week away,so your "cravings" will be getting stronger.
Thought about my character, and this is what I have decided on.
Player: Shas'ui T'au Kais
Character: Jason "Atlas" Mirage
Race/Affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: Spiky blonde hair shown just under his black hoody top, combat trousers, trainers. Handsome, but has a dark and serious face at all times.
Equipment: The clothes he wears, and a knife.
Backstory: He was left as a baby out in the woods, and was found by some passers by. He was put in an orphanage, and hated it. He ran away as soon as he was 16, and went into the woods. He encountered a savge wolf creature, and it bit him. He was in constant pain until he changed, and now he carries the curse around always. He despises the curse, but he uses the benefits to his advantage, as with them, he survives.
Location/resource: Always on the move, but mainly sticks to the woods. Goes to the city only when necessary.
Vehicle: None.
Other info: He always uses the name Atlas, unless he is trying to be formal.
Player- Mordoskul Character- Pontius of House Brutii Race- Vampire Physical Description- Pontius, like the rest of his race, is pale and attractive, with short dark hair. He has a strong Roman nose, and smells of oil. Equipment- Pontius carries a gladius made of iron on his person at all times, as well as a garnet ring given to him by Cain himself shortly before his disappearance. Backstory- Shortly after the reign of Caesar, Pontius was Embraced by the reborn Brutus himself, making him his Childe. After Brutus left this world for the World Tree, Pontius became a noble in what is today Germany, later fighting in the Crusades. During the Great War, Pontius fled to Africa, with many of his 'children', where he encountered the Obayifo, the Vampires of Africa. Pontius kept his head down until now, as the signs of Cain's return become apparent to him. Location/Resources- Pontius lives in the slums, where he can easily hunt without drawing suspicion. Vehicle- Pontius drives a car that has seen better days, but prefers to travel by foot, leaping across the tops of buildings. Other info- Pontius despises werewolves as degenerate savages, fit only for a bit of sport before disposing of them. When roused to anger, Pontius has a murderous temper, prone to shattering tables and tearing witnesses in half. He sees humans as cattle, useful at times, but mostly as a readily available food source.
FITZZ wrote: Ahh Finally..a Vampire PC...welcome Mordoskul..
Looking at your Character sheet I'd guess your familiar with VTM.
I know a bit
Cool..I do have plans to use some elements from VTM in this RP,particularly the animosity that exist between Vampires and Werewolves.
Of course,I won't be introducing large clans of Vampires...or Wolves,the PCs and Their various NPCs will represent the Majority of " Supernatural" beings that populate the RP...though..I may through in a surprise now and again.
Name-Sindri Herik Mire
Race-Vampire
Physical descrpition- Tall and thin , Sindri's face is covered by a strange Iron mask
Equipment: Iron axe and Strange Mask
Backstory: A British pirtae during the 1650's , Sindri killied murderd and slaghterd his way through the oceans claming he was Invincible untill he and his crew were attacked by Vampire Pirates. He was tortured and driven insane before becoming a Vampire. He cares not for who he kills only that blood is shed.
Location: Old Sewer tunnels
No...as previously stated there will be no Sparkly vampires...nor any Vampwolf,Werepires or any other such...felgercarb.
Our Wolves are like those from The Howling,Dog Soldiers and to a lesser degree,American Werewolf in London.
Our Vamps are like those from Vampire the Masquerade,Lost Boys,Near Dark,Interview with the Vampire...anything BUT Twilight...in fact the first Vampire that Sparkles in this RP will be staked and fed to the Wolves..
Player: Halonachos Character: Andy Bruss Race/Affiliation: Hunter Physical Description: Male, 6'1", short brown hair and brown eyes. 23 years old. Average build. Equipment: AK-74 and a .357 revolver, cell phone. Black and green ballcap, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a pocket. Tan jacket with zipper hood. Also wears a silver cross because gold just looks plain gaudy to him. Backstory: Andy was a hunter across the country when the local population of werewolves diminished thanks to the efforts of the local hunters. Through the underground network he found out about the rise of 'murders' in Empire City they believed it would be best for him to transfer to the city to help the local hunter groups. His parents died in a car crash so his reasons for hunting the supernatural are somewhat clouded. It stems from the fact that he just plain hates the idea of vampires and werewolves. Other information: Really likes his hat. "I like werewolves, they're easy to kill. All you have to do is shoot them with something silver, now vampires have to be staked or something. Not only are they stronger, faster, and chances are more experienced but you have to get close to them too. Way overpowered in my humble opinion."
Vampire Talisman
NPC: Name: Kara Viselle Race/Affiliation: Hunter Physical description: Short dirty blond hair, brown eyes, 5'10". 25 years old. Equipment: Silenced MP5, silenced M9, K-Bar engraved with the image of the cross. Cell phone. Blue jeans, gray shirt with a dark brown jacket. Backstory: Kara grew up in Empire City where her parents were mauled by a werewolf. She blames the werewolfs and vampires not only for the death of her family, but for the decay of the city. She is supposed to meet Andy and make sure that he acclimates to the city before they carry out any operations. Location: A small Hunter outpost in the farms outside of the city. Vehicle: Chevy Tahoe with 4x4. Other Information: Despite the tragedy she faced she remains upbeat by following the ideals of her fellow Hunters, anything funny is good for the mind. "Found a werewolf today, he was trying to get some chickens from a local farmer. Shot him several times in the back with some silver hollowpoint and he fell face forward into the coop. He could've chickened out but he died with egg on his face instead."
Well,we're up to two of each "species",so you guys can all feel free to RP ...I know we'll have a few "late joiners"...but I'm sure things won't get so far along that they'll have difficulty catching up.
...And just for insperations sake,I'm going to go ahead and introduce one of the key NPCs,this is NOT an event...but all PCs may use the information/situations in the introduction if they so choose.
Dawn came with a chill in the air and Detective Shaun Pinkerton pulled his jacket tighter as he bent over the body of the young woman.
Detective Pinkerton or "Pinky" as the boys all called him,had been on the Empire City Police Force for almost twenty years and had seen a lot in that time,but this...this stuned even him.
The victim,one Kristen Hood lay in pieces in front of him,her face a frozen mask of absolute terror,her body had been ripped open and it appeared as though a good portion of her internal organs were missing....of course Pinky would have to wait for the official reports to be sure of that,but the one thing he was sure of...who ever had done this to this poor kid was a psycho over the lowest sort.
Pinky sighed as he watched the CSI officers bag one of the woman's arms...it had been found twenty yards away from her body,and according to one investigator appeared to have been " Hacked off with some sort of multi bladed weapon"...the Investigator went on to relay to Pinky that he suspected it had been " Partially eaten" as well.
" Jesus" Pinky muttered to himself shaking his head...what the hell kind of maniac does this to a person?
Glancing over the Body,the Detective noticed something clamped in the woman's hand...Pinky leaned closer,it looked like...hair..
" Davis" Pinky called to one of the CSI officers..." Looks like we might have a break here...looks like she tore some of the perps hair out during the strugle...lets bag it and get it to the lab."
Detective Pinkerton rose to his feet,glancing towards the news vans surrounding the perimeter " Vultures" he sighed turning to the other Officers.." I'm going to go talk with those sanitation guys again...let me know if anything else turns up.
The first beams of light crept through the closed curtains. Revealing the young woman sleeping in her cozy bed. Clothes scattered throughout the room. Her breathing the only sound in the room, until the alarm started squealing. Sky growled at the annoying sound. She didn’t remembered turning the alarm on last night. She stretched her hand out trying to find the wretched tool. Cursing as she pushed the alarm from his cabinet. Seemed like she had to get up already. She opened her sleepy eyes, the early sunlight made her green eyes twinkle. She pulled the sheets of her bed and tried to find the alarm still happily squealing. She found it laying on her blonde wig.
She remembered last night. She was the heir to the Henderson fortune, so she had to keep up appearance. But it would interfere with her real work. She created the image of herself as a blonde spoiled brat who lived to party. As long as she did that from time to time everyone left her alone. Last night was such a night. She hated the fact she had to do that, it wouldn’t surprise her if it would be in the newspapers this morning. In fact it was her goal to reach the front page. She stopped the alarm and crawled out of bed. She pulled out a towel from the closet and walked down the marble stairs. Her feet felt the cold from the stone. A maid appeared in the grand hallway, she looked shocked at the half clothed Sky. She smiled and waved at her. The maid quickly turned around with blushing cheeks. Sky watched her leaving the hallway, she loved to annoy the maids of her mansions, it was a little sin of her. She opened the wooden doors that came from an old Spanish monastery. Many mouths would drop if they only knew the price of this door. She pulled of the rest of her clothes and jumped in the heated outside pool. She started pulling laps in the water, her daily routine. While swimming the sun began to lift himself up in the sky. After fifty laps she pulled herself out of the water and dried herself up. She looked at the forest around her. The trees would have to disappear she thought. It never hurt to be prepared.
Back in her room she threw her towel on the ground, she had enough maids to clean this mess up. She opened her dressing filled with all kinds of expensive clothes. But instead she pulled out a tattered jeans, a simple green top and some dark blue Allstars. She looked at herself in the mirror, it would do. She walked down trying to find the kitchen in the mansion. It had been a long time since she last was here. She found the maid, she had met earlier and got directions to the kitchen. Sky Filled a bowl with cereals and milk. The bits crunched between her teeth as she walked around, looking for James.
Atlas awoke to the sound of birds happily chirping.
"Another wretched day..." he thought, pulling himself to a sitting position.
The last night was a blur, and he only remembered the taste of blood. He had killed another one. Another helpless person who made a meal for him. He had to stop it and control himself more, otherwise soon somebody will see him, and then everybody will hunt him down. He got up, and took his hoody with him to wear, pulling the hood over his head. He would go to the city today, and see what has been established with the death of his last victim.
Atlas observed his surroundings and saw that he was in his cave, alone. He walked out of the cave, and then started to jog through the forest, to get back to the city. He came to a lake, and remembered it as the one he always passes when leaving the safety of his cave. He looked at his reflection, and saw the same handsome features of his face, except it was dirty. Then he washed his face with the clean water, and continued his journey back to the city.
Sindri his in the shadows of the sewers , keeping his distance from the other things that lived there. He opeaned the hatch of the sewer in the back of a street and sprinted past the human Police officers that stalked the streets. He enters a small factory and searches for the basement.
Player: Chowderhead
Character: Pablo
Race/affiliation: Werewolf
Physical Description: 8-9 years old, slightly hispanic, short cropped hair, loves t-shirts.
Equipment: Nintendo DS, suitcase full of dinosaurs, 9mm handgun.
Backstory: Pablo was bitten by a Spaniard named Hernando Cortez in the city of Technocticaln, the capitol of the Aztec empire. When it fell shortly afterwards, he and his family ran north. He ran north with them, but as is it with werewolves, he did not age. His parents, however, did. They noticed this, proclaimed he was a gift from the gods, and tried to sacrifice him. Pablo would have none of it. He killed both his parents, and kept going north. He reached Empire colony around 1801, and met a nice girl named Jenny. The two haved lived together ever since.
Location/resources: He's 8. He can't own a home, now can he?
Vehicle: Bikes.
Other info: Pablo has honed his skills with the 9mm over the past 20 years, and now only has problems with the recoil.
IC:
The alarm clock went off.
"Good morning, Pablo." Jenny yawned, getting out of the blood soaked bed.
"Mornin' Mus. Howd'ya sleep?"
"Not well. The guy was a bleeder, got everywhere. Thank god for clorox." Jenny wandered into the kitchen of the apartment. Pablo was sauteing some nice ribs.
"BBQ sauce as always, hun?" He inquired.
"Of course, darling." She tousled his hair.
"Hey, Mus, turn on the news. There was something about a slaying..."
The LCD powered on.
"...but one eyewitness told this reporter that Ms. Hood appeared to have been ..quote "Ripped to pieces" Unquote.
Authorities have declined to comment if there is any connection between this apparent murder and a similar,as of yet unsolved killing which took place last month."
"Simply sloppy. Oh, and pumpkin, the ribs are on fire."
"Tezcatlipoca!" Screamed Pablo, as he realized his dish was immolating.
"You know I love it when you scram in Aztec." She giggled.
"Amehwa Ntzitzin!! Out! Out!" The little cook was furious at himself.
The plane had landed almost a half hour ago and Andy was still stuck in his seat as they approached the gate. The pilots had made a landing error and ended up on the wrong side of the terminal so they had to taxi around the runway until they got it right, but at least it only cost Andy $30 bucks to fly. He had taken the red eye from Bonafi City in order to arrive in the day time, obvious reason being he was going to have jet lag and didn't want to deal with anything as soon as he got off of the plane.
After finally being able to leave his seat he began to get his stuff with the other dozen passengers, he grabbed his small carry-on bag containing his ipod and some slim jim wrappers before leaving the plane to see an almost desolate airport interior. There was a blonde woman holding a sign that said Andy on it, she was mildly attractive nothing you would see in Playboy but maybe Girls Gone Wild. Andy walked up to her and they shook hands.
"You married?" she asked Andy while looking at his hands.
"That's hurrying things along a bit don't you think?" Andy joked.
"Here," Kara said as she reached into her pockets and pulled out a golden wedding band, "put this on real quick."
"What for?" Andy asked while slipping the ring on.
"Its protection," Kara said while looking around the airport, "I hope I don't have to explain the reasoning behind that for you."
"Nah, I get it," Andy looked at the ring shining in the light, "if I'm married it means that there's at least one person in the world who cares about me. They don't like attention and killing someone who is betrothed is guaranteed to get attention. Unless they kill the widow and any children."
"Thank god," Kara sighed, "the last scrub we had didn't get the whole idea."
"Oh and what happened to him or her?" Andy asked while walking towards baggage claim.
"Him, oh he's dead." Kara said without any emotion in her voice.
"Not everybody's cut out for this stuff, you know?" Andy grabbed his one and only suitcase before the two began to walk out towards Kara's vehicle. The sight of the Tahoe surprised Andy, a girl in a city with a truck. Not even a fancy looking truck but a work truck, a bright green work truck. He tossed his suitcase into the back and then climbed into the passenger seat as the truck choked to life.
"So where are we going?" Andy asked while buckling his seat belt.
"Out into the farmlands." Kara started pulling out of the parking spot and soon was at the airport's exit.
"That makes sense, this truck and all." Andy was still tired from the flight, "Why out in the farms though?"
"There's no sewers out there so that means no vamps," Karas' eyes were busy looking for a gap in the traffic, "and we don't have to worry about too many werewolves either because they also like the city for some reason."
"So is the city their territory or something?"
"I wouldn't say that, we do have some bases in the city but nothing large scale yet." the truck roared as it picked up enough speed to join the other vehicles on the road.
"How long will it take to get where we're going?" Andy yawned.
"About an hour and some odd minutes, traffic willing," Kara was still watching the road, "if you want to try to sleep go ahead."
Andy nodded and slid down in the seat a little to make himself comfortable and soon fell asleep.
OOC: Great reference with the detective's name being Pinkerton Fitzz.
Player:- Ghosty
Character:- Ryan O’Brian
Race/affiliation:- Werewolf
Physical Description:- 5’11” , Irish-American, Amber eyes, short Blonde Hair, well built (Werewolf Perk- lots of running tends to build up the musculature somewhat!) stubbley beard, broken nose with a scar line across the bridge, missing his ring finger on his right hand, and his little finger on his left. Deep scarring on his back. When a Werewolf, leaner than average due to lack of ‘proper’ meat, but still considerably strong. Additionally on his finger tips there are heavy calluses from where his claws tear out and re-enter. As a Wolf his fur is generally thick and brown, with blonde streak down his back. Scars are still present on his body, as is the missing fingers. At present he also smells somewhat from a lack of showers.
Equipment/clothes:- Wearing jeans a T-shirt and a well used and battered leather jacket. He has on his person a pack of cigarettes, he’s a chain smoker, trying to replace one addiction (The inherent one gained from being a wolf) with another, especially considering that smoking can’t harm a Werewolf the same way that it could to a human. No weapons apart from claws, teeth, and until he has a shower, bad smell.
Backstory:- Ryan is in his early twenties, and has been on the move throughout great Britain since he was sixteen, living in various places, but never staying still for too long. He has an older brother who lives in the city who he’s especially close to. He views being a wolf as a curse over a blessing, due to the horror that it’s caused him. Ryan used to lose himself in the moorlands or the deep woods during the full moon- to ensure he caused no harm to Humans. However, on a fateful day, whilst on the move through the Scottish Highlands, Ryan found himself having his time of the month in a national park in which a young couple had just happened to be spending their first camping holiday within. Upon waking amongst the eviscerated remains of two people, Ryan swore he would never let such an atrocity happen to him again, and decided to move to America to catch up with his brother, in the hopes of getting support against his fight with the wolf within.
Location/resources:- Eventually his brothers house.
Vehicle:- His brother has a car.
Other info:- Ryan is just looking to live a normal life – he doesn’t want to let the Werewolf within affect him anymore.
Ryan shrieked with laughter, diving forward, trying to tag his brother, who in retaliation kept jumping out of the way, and laughing at his younger siblings hyperactive attempts to catch him. Being nineteen years old, Sean was normally too occupied with working at the local mill to play with his younger brother, who, at the age of 7, was a handful for his mother, but, whenever he had the Friday afternoon off, he strived to make sure he was home as early as possible to play for the rest of the day with Ryan, who idolised him. As they played together amongst the rolling fields of the colour of an lustrous emerald, the setting suns rays shone down upon them, the heat gently caressing their tanned skin, and made the droplets of sweat sparkle like diamonds. Ryan charged for his brother, hands reaching out before him, clasping open and closed like the pincers of a crab, giggling as he closed the distance on his older brother. Sean, apparently cornered by an oak, reached down and picked his brother up off the ground, and, whilst he was cackling and squealing, span around on the spot, laughing with merriment. Ryans thick mop of blonde hair cascaded over Seans shoulders as he swung his head around.
"Whoa calm down little bro, we don't be wanting to get you sick again. Ma will have my head."
In response, Ryan grinned mischievously, then poked Sean whilst squealing:
"Tag!"
"Ohh, oh that was cheating!"
"Na-ah catch me if you can!" With that, Ryan was off, his miniature legs pounding across the green fields. Sean looked up at the sky, it was getting dark, and tonight the moon waxed. But what was another hour? He only really got to play with his brother once a week, and what if he was late back? His mother wouldn't mind that much, she'd probably complain more about the green grassy stains on their knees and elbows. Making his mind up on the situation, Sean raced off after his brother, who had a good hundred or so metre head start. It was already clear where he was heading:
The old derelict barn at the edge of their property. Their father had always meant to fix it up, but he never got round to it, and then when he was diagnosed with the cancer, he didn't have enough time left to do it. It had spread so quickly, it hadn't even been a fight, really. He had passed on maybe a year at most after diagnosis. Sean sniffed, and wiped a tear from his eye. Resuming his pursuit of his brother, who was by now almost to the threshold of the barn. Up above the full moon glowed in a clear sky, almost so bright that it gave the landscape enough light to illuminate, and Sean didn't stumble in the dark- he could see almost perfectly. Looking up again, Ryan was gone - presumably inside the Barn, to hide from his brother.
Closing in on the threshold of the doorway into the dark of the Barn, Sean instinctively reached out and felt his hands brush against the old shotgun. God knows why he kept it in here, after his Father had died his mother had thrown it away, but Sean had kept it, it was a memory of an old time, and he would be damned if he was going to relinquish it. Smiling to himself, he peered into the darkness, trying to spy his brother.
Then he heard a scream.
All mirth disappeared in a blink of an eye, and it felt as if his heart had just been gripped by a clawed hand of ice.
Another scream.
Then Sean was running, shotgun in hand, screaming out Ryans name, yelling for him, tears flowing freely, horrified as to what he would see. He could hear his brother screaming in agony and terror, and also an unheard growling and...almost barking. Turning a corner, and passing a long since broken beyond repair tractor, Sean found himself staring upon a scene of such horror that the same feeling of agonised terror in his heart, and he felt his bladder release it's contents.
Ryan was lying crumpled on the floor, his back torn open, and his spine exposed to the world. Blood drenched the floor, the walls, and the hands of a man. Or at least, what looked somewhat like a man. He was crouched on his haunches and seemed to be convulsing. His lips were drawn back, revealing his rotten yellow teeth, uneven and looking distinctly sharp. Thick hair seemed to be sprouting all over, and his limbs seemed to be far to long. It sickened Sean to look upon, but not so much as the ramifications of what the man had done. Ryan was a child.
A child.
Who could do such a thing?
The twin barrels of the shotgun rose, and the hammers cocked back seemingly on their own accord. The hideous...thing, all fangs and claws, its grotesque features twisting, its flesh stretching, looked up, previously unaware of Sean’s presence. The twisted, face, that in his eyes, seemed to be contorting, changing shape, broke into a snarl, of pure bestial instinct, before it disappeared a second later in a fountain spray of blood, gristle and buckshot, proceeded by two loud booms that echoed across the farm.
Their mother stopped midway through washing up, peering out into the moonlit field. Something was horribly wrong. The china plate slipped from her fingers and shattered on the Kitchen floor. And then she could make out a shape running toward the house across the field. It was yelling something, she couldn't make it out from the distance, but as they got closer, she could make out one word, being screamed repeatedly, over and over.
"MA!"
****
The ambulance pulled away from the farm, its tires screeching in protest as they practically skidded over the dirt track, and then it was gone, racing down the road, never before needing to reach the hospital with as much speed as it needed to do so now. A pair of paramedics worked frenziedly in the back, desperately trying to stop the heavy bleeding that was pouring forth from the horrific injuries. Flesh lay in ragged strips hanging from the Childs back. What could have happened? An accident with a thresher machine, or something more sinister? The thoughts did not dwell in their minds for long, and instead the desire to save the victim increased tenfold. The night wore on, and the child before them, mutilated beyond recognition, somehow clung to life.
***
Sergeant Patterson sat quietly in the living room of the small farm, sipping at his cup of tea. A cursory glance around the room heavily affected his judgment. The people who lived here couldn’t possibly be cold blooded killers. There were far too many paper doilies, and far too many wooden, hand carved toys littering the floor. This was a family that cared. Across from him, sitting on a small stool was the mother of the house, her face drained of all colour. She was still obviously in extreme shock from the entirety of the situation. But she was putting on a brave face, and Patterson couldn’t blame her for that. Even with one of her sons in the intensive ward of hospital some fifty miles away and her other son in prison, awaiting verdict.
“As I said Mrs. O’Brian. You have nothing to worry about, there’s practically no case against young Sean. He acted in self defence, against a crazed lunatic. If he doesn’t get out scott free, I feel you have a strong case to take legal action upon the local madhouse for gross negligence. No way should they let one of their inmates escape.”
Mrs. O’Brian sniffed, and gave a small nod.
“How is he doing, by the way?” Patterson inquired, pointing at a small picture of Ryan, resting on the mothers lap.
“They say he’s got a 50:50 chance. He’s surviving on a day to day basis.”
“He must be very strong- I’m sure he’ll make it through without any serious permanent damage.”
She sniffed again, and the room was filled with an awkward silence that lasted for far too long. The abrupt ringing of the Phone made them both jump, and Patterson slopped his tea down his trousers. A brief smile seemed to pass over the mothers lips for a second, a precursor of a time before such strife. She got up, pocketed the photo and made her way over to the phone.
“Hullo?”
Patterson heard a couple of words that drifted across the room, but he could make very little sense of the garbled conversation; whoever was calling her was excited.
Unbelievable news… Miraculous recovery… Scar Tissue forming… Luck of the Irish…
Mrs. O’Brian seemed to go even paler, and almost swooned. Patterson managed to grab her and steady her against his shoulder. But then she was shrieking with happiness, dancing with joy.
Player:-Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character- Longinus
Race/affiliation:- Vampire.
Physical Description- Longiunus is 6'3'', short black hair and Blue-gray eyes. A weathered ageless face. BUilt like an ox.
Equipment: 2x Short Swords, Kevlar Vest. Balck Suit. wrapped up long-sword wrapped across his back.
Backstory- Longinus was gladiator in Rome. When he was mortally wounded in duel, as he laid on his death bed he begged his trainer to save. Unknown to him his trainer was one of the undead and he gifted him the gift/curse of undeath. when he rose from his coma he saw what had happened and in a fit of a rage he slew his trainer with the two swords he had used in the arena. He also picked up the londsword his trainer used and wrapped in linen cloth and carries on his back as a reminder of his burden.
Location/resources..He lives in the sewers..
Other info:..he will only draw his trainer's sword if he is in a frenzy and out of control.
"I'm going to get some lunch, pumpkin. Don't ruin it like this morning."
Musatei left in her "Shopping outfit", a tight tube top and a white miniskirt, and 3 inch heels.
"I'll see you in a few hours, okay?" She said, grabbing her clutch purse.
"Yes, yes, yes. Just go get a porker, I want to make some nice bacon." Pablo was cleaning up after the breakfast incident.
5 minutes later
"So, baby, you looking for a good time?" The lollipop rolled around in her ruby red lips, making popping sounds.
"Uhh... Yeah... So... How much...?" The fat man was going red looking at Musatei.
"Well, a tease is 15, 30 for a touch, 60 for a blow, and 150 for the whole package."
The fat man reached into his sweatpants and pulled out a wad of cash.
"Here's 150. I want it all." The fat man began to show obvious signs of... Happiness, shall we say.
"Sure baby. Let's go back to my place. I got some fun stuff we can play with."
The pair walked to the snow white apartment.
"So, baby, lie down, and I'll help you out." She ran her fingers down his chest.
Then she changed. Her fingers elongated, her body became larger, thicker, longer. She started to grow hair from everywhere, and her teeth became fangs.
Then she struck. Her fangs sank into his neck, severing his voicebox. Then, she opened his chest cavity with her razor sharp claws and began to feast.
After she had her fill, she changed back, and put on her bathrobe.
Sindri grabs a nearby crow-bar and slams it into the basements door , it breaks and shatters alowing Sindri entrance.
"Brillant" He enters the ancient basement and looks around , he finds a large crate and pries it opean with the crowbar. He serches through it and grabs a pistol and several rounds of amuntion aswell as a small Iron-box.
"YES!" Sindri grabs the box and leaves the factory.
Sindri sprinted back to the sewer hatch, ripping of the hatch he jumps down. As he enters the sewer he finds a homeless man lying next to a half dead dog. Sindri raises his hand and slashes his throat before dragging the corpse back to his lair.
“Fresh…meat…devour” Sindri chants, before tearing the body apart. He then returns to a massive map of the city listing the homes of the known hunters and werewolf’s of the city. He traces his finger to a red dot near the centre of the city.
“Kill…maim…devour!”
As the sun sank lazily beneath the horizon, casting bloody shadows of orange and crimson, a lean figure stepped lightly from behind a ramshackle apartment building, it's sides burned by a fire set many years ago by a mad arsonist. The figure was one with the shadows, moving like an umbral liquid through the slums, casting no shadow himself in the fading light. As the last of the burning orb sunk behind the horizon, the figure detached itself from shadows, and leapt gracefully atop the apartment building, using the window sills to gather himself for each leap. landing atop the roof, he sprinted across to the top of another, and continued to do so until he arrived at his destination. The church had long been abandoned, after claims of bizarre murders taking place within it's walls. The figure entered through the great wooden doors, pushing them both aside with his right hand. The church interior was darker than pitch, and a mortal would be unable to make out anything in the sable darkness. But the figure was no mortal, he was something far more, and far less.
"Pontius, I see the years have treated you well." Intoned a willowy man with skeletal, pinched features at the stained altar. "I haven't seen you since that unfortunate business with Gaul. I was beginning to think that one of the humanii had ended you prematurely."
Pontius' mouth twitched into a grin, "Ah, Nero, it has been too long, judging by your face, I take it you have not fed in months," responding in perfect Latin.
"Times have been hard for our kind, some of the cattle begin to suspect, and when they suspect, they begin to doubt the facade of lies and science that we have worked so hard to erect around their minds. You are old enough to remember the purged of that damnable King Charlemange. I sense that it shall happen again, we must act now, weed the reckless from our ranks, those that do not feed in the darkness, but kill without reason to show their superiority over the cattle."
"Times are not as bad as you would believe, old friend. The sire of our race is returning."
Nero looked shocked, "Cain? He returns? After so long? I had thought he would never return, especially after his power-hungry heir, Judas slew most of his ilk. If what you say is true, then we must act in haste, the cattle must learn to fear once again!"
Pontius laughed, a sound like paper being torn in two, "And just a moment ago you were advocating silence and culling our ranks. Very well, as it has always been, those that doubt must be destroyed, inform the Covens at once, a new age is dawning, and all must be prepared."
Nero motioned towards the door, "Then perhaps you should meet with Rasputin, the Sage is being held by the Opriknikki in the farmland of this city, he should shed some light on your quest."
"Thank you old friend, I shall do just that..."
The figure soared into the night, taking the form of a raven, flying towards the rural areas of the city.
Sindri draged a dead body through the outskrits of the city , allowing its blood to pore out to attract his brethen. He throws it against a tree.
"Come out come out werever you are" he chants
An umbral raven detaches itself from the gloom, and transforms into a handsome man with a strong roman nose and pale flesh. In his hand is a gladius, dark sigils from ancient Hyperborea stamped into it's metal. A Garnet ring glints from the same hand, the Mark of Cain emblazoned upon it. He examines the corpse, and scowls.
"It has been centuries since I was last called in the Old Way, not since the reign of Czar Alexander. What do you want, I am pressed for time."
OOC: I've always wanted to do one of these. Can i join? Player: Perkustiin Character: Nigel Hawthorne. Race: Vampire Physical Description: 5.11, Middle Aged, once atheletic but now slightly overweight, grey hair. Suit. Equipment: Cellphone, Old fashioned pocket watch, Briefcase: Cash ($2000 small bills), Finanacial documents and Glock 17 with 30 hollow point bullets (1 full mag, 1 full spare) (bad shot), 12 infusions of catalysed pig plasma. Backstory: Hawthorne is a liason for the guild of Vampiric Investors, looking to get downtown for a big financial deal. He is 167 years old and has only fed a handful of times, he has been 'clean' for 30 years, survives on infusions of plasma, which do not strengthen him in anyway. He is of noble English ancestry. Location: Motel on Outskirts. Vehicle: Black AMG mercedes, is an average driver. Notes: Weak vampire, does not have any of the supernatural abilities associated. Is however super inelligent/manipulative. Can survive short intervals of sunlight (OOC: if Alright with GM).
NPC Name: Stelek Race: Vampire. Physical description: 6.7, built like a brick gakhouse. Black kevalr carbon weave bodysuit, Enclosed black Bike helmet. Basically the black Stig. Equipment: Silver-phosphourous micro stake carbine with nightsight and integrated uv projector, loads of Ammo. Excellent shot. Weapon is equally effective against Vampires and werewolves though less so against humans. Backstory: Raised in the Vampire worshiping tribes of Germanica Stelek has served the guild of Vampiric investors for 700 years in it's various guises. He is currently serving as Hawthornes Bodyguard. Vehicle: Ducati monster with off-road Mods. Notes: Mute and incredibly stupid. Nonetheless Absolutely lethal. Is quite fond of Hawthorne. One puncture of his body armour could be lethal. Has to pray to Dagon, without fail, at midnight.
Intro: Hawthorne awoke, it was just passed 6am. He had to get to the meeting tommorrow, he was stuck in this filithy motel in the meantime. Something was wrong, Stelek had left, gone to feed? No. It was far too late for that, the sun was almost up.
In a panic Hawthorne scrambled to the mini fridge, empty but for a useless collection of snacks and small liquor bottles. Stelek had taken his infusions of plasma. Hawthornes mind worked overtime, he claimed his only positive conclusion from the mess in his brain. Stelek could have easily killed him but chose not to.
His cellphone vibrated on the dirty bedside table, he snatched it up, 'Listen Hawthorne (his name was said with hatred,clearly this was either a hunter, werewolf or more senior Vampire) you've been betrayed, seems you angered the old ones somehow. Meet me under the Taylor Bridge [the middle bridge on map] at Midnight.' The caller hung up before Nigel could ask any questions... 'who are you?' He managed a few seconds later.
He felt a shiver and cold sweat beading on his brow, he had to get to a hospital or (he baulked a the thought) at least, feed.......
And to the vamps, don't forget its 6 AM, the sun will be up soon. (i even rp'ed the rise of the sun in my first.)
And guys i know this may be you first text based rp. But at least try to write a paragraph of text each time.
Because those 3 sentence rp's annoy me. (Don't know if this is the same with the others.)
And they don't really add to the overarching story. I was even a bit confused about bloodreapers mini rp, that i had to scroll up to see what happened again.
(Nothing against you bloodreaper, but it was the first thing that popped in my mind.)
BIC:.........Burning Dawn part 2................
Sky wandered through the mansion, eating her cereals. "Where is he?" she said to no one in particular. She looked up at a camera hanging on the ceiling. She smiled, she knew where he was. She turned around and walked towards the northern wing. She walked past expensive paintings of modern painters. She didn't like it, but if someone came in it would confirm her wealth. She finaly reached the reinforced metal door. She typed the code in the terminal, the bowl of cereals dangerously waltzing on her left hand. The door opened without a hinch, revealing the stairs going down. She closed the door behind her and went down, eating the last of the crunchy cereals. She wasn't even down when the air became filled with smoke. Downstairs she saw James sitting behind his workbench. The bench littered with weapon parts, tools and ammo. Behind him there was a wall of monitors each one attached to a camera scattered throughout her estate. Nobody could com in unexpected. "Morning Vegas" James said lighting up a new sigaret. She layed her empty bowl on the bench. "Morning Jame....." She saw the threatening gaze of James "I'm sorry ... Colt."
"You'll have to learn to call me Colt, Vegas." "Yeah, I know. I just keep forgetting." James sighed, but knew he couldn't stay mad on her. She was like a daughter to him. "Just don't forget it when we're out on the streets." She pulled a bar stool next to her and sat on it. "Ok, will keep it in mind. So what did you want?" "What do you mean?" said James feigning innocence. "Well i know that i didn't activated my alarm last night." James chuckled, pulling the sigaret out of his mouth. "You got me. But first things first." He pulled out a gossip magazine and threw it on the bench. It was her blonde, light headed alter ego making out with a rockstar. "Nice job." He said. "Just doing what has to be done. …..At least those leeches will leave me alone for some time." James nodded. "But that’s not why you woke me up." "Right..." James turned his laptop around. "I think I’ve got something." He pressed the play button.
.... reporting live from Downtown Memorial Park where earlier this morning police were called to the scene of a grisly discovery.
The mutilated body of 23 year old Kristen Hood was discovered at approximately 4:00 A.M. this morning by city sanitation workers who then notified police of their find. Details are sketchy at the moment..but one eyewitness told this reporter that Ms. Hood appeared to have been ..quote "Ripped to pieces" Unquote. Authorities have declined to comment if there is any connection between this apparent murder and a similar,as of yet unsolved killing which took place last month. Police also refuse to speculate if these two incidents are connected to the disappearance of Kelly Murphy...who has been missing for over a week now,Ms.Murphy you may recall was last seen leaving Spiders bar on Rampart Street late on the night of October 3..the search for the young woman continues. Once again..A Ghastly scene at Memorial Park,23 year old Kristen Hood the victim of an apparent homicide.....
Sky took a heavy breath after watching the vid. "Definitely something there...... I don't trust it." "Same here.” James agreed. “This one is very aggressive and sloppy or .... its a trap." They looked at each other for a few moments, a smile growing on their faces. "Seems we're going to walk right into it, like two rookie hunters." "Yup, but I bet they won't expect this." James pulled out a sawed off double barreled shotgun. "Nice!" She said admiring the handiwork. "I even build in a flash." he said pointing at the little black stripe underneath the muzzle. "This'll annoy some vampires. But be careful its one use only." Sky stretched her hands out and James laid the sawed off in her hands. She pulled the gun towards her. It felt like a extension to her arms. "You got some mad skills Colt.” James smiled as he pulled out a new cigarette, dumping the remains of the first on a big pile of ashes. Sky opened the loaders checking everything on the gun. It really was a beauty. James pulled out a carton full of shells. “Silver?” She asked looking at the freshly made shells. “Ripped in pieces ….. Sounds wolfy doesn’t it?” “yep, wolfy indeed. But how long did this took?” James stretched out. “Don’t know … how late is it?”
Sky sighed, sometimes the job was more important than himself. “At least get some breakfast before we leave. Can’t go hunting on a empty stomach.” James grumbled, but he knew she was to stubborn to let this go. “Fine.” he muttered. “But I’ll be mad if the trail grows cold.” “Don’t worry old man.” She said pushing him towards the kitchen. “I promise you’ll get to see every wolf in Empire City.”
OOC: To avoid confusion, Colt and Vegas are their codenames. So if you guys talk to her you’ll think she’s Vegas and not Sky Henderson. This is to protect herself from unwanted attention.
Longinus climbed out of the sewers in a back alley, the sun was going to rise soon and he was hungry.
In front of him was three hobos huddling around a tin can fire.
The first never saw it coming. tHe first sweep cut through his ribs severing his torso in half.
"Come with me if you want to live. One of the hobos fell to his knees in prayer ther other began to back away; The last thing that hobo saw was a spear of light fly towards his chest as Longinus threw one of his swords at him. It slammed into his chest knocking to the ground killing him instantly.
They chose death and they found it, if you want to live follow me. You have faith, it shall be rewarded. Longinus sheathed his weapons and dragged the remants of the two hobos back to the sewers with the other one following close behind. Thats two more trophies for the trophy rack.
OOC:
Thats my first NPC and two kills(no hunger pangs for a while)
Player; Hlaine Larkin mk2
Character; Isaac Moon
Race; Human
Physical Description; 5'7'', 35ish, Unshaven, has been living in th street for 8 years.
Equipment; Half a bottle of buckie,
Backstory; was an accountant and was happily married until his wife was 'taken' by one of 'them'. Not long after that the firm he worked for closed down. Unable to keep up with morgage payments he got kicked into the gutter where he climbed into a bottle and ahs looked back since.
I just want to take a moment and welcome all the new PCs and congratulate everyone on some amazing RP work so far. A quick note to the Vampires...please keep in mind that the RP time began at 6:00 A.M...Your RPs are fine,but they are taking place after 6:00 P.M. Game time (obviously)...NO interaction with any PCs during Daylight hours unless it's in some "Dark Lair"...
As for current Game Time..It is now 12:00 Noon...
@ Nachos...Caught that little "Pinkerton" reference did you ...
EDIT:...As always everyone feel free to PM me with any and all questions.
I'll be introducing a few more "Key" NPCs later tonight...each one will have relevance to PC Races in some way.
I'm going to also be compiling a PC list tonight...just to keep things organized,as well as going over all RPs and thinking up various "Events" (Both Minor and Major) that will be comming soon.
Mordoskul wrote:(Whoops, forgot about the time thing, since me and reaper are in the middle of an interaction, can we say this was the night before?)
Pontius points his gladius at the box with contempt.
"Where did you get that?"
No Problem Mordoskul...The interaction between Reaper and Yourself can be taking place anytime after nightfall ( Which will occur at 6: 00 P.M. Game time for future reference).
ooc: Edited my RP with the new time, sorry though it said 6pm.
Hawthorne grabbed a tourist map from the table by the room door, he took note that the Taylor bridge was within walking distance of the motel, he could take a shortcut through the sewer works he had noticed on the way and through the eastern slums (Or the eastern 'villages' as the tourist map called them). He thought it best to avoid the roads. He turned on the television, the local news; maybe one of stelek's victims had washed up giving a clue for where to avoid.
To his horror the news footage showed a helicopter view of the nearby sewerworks, two vagrants had apparently been ripped to shreds and left at the sewer entrances. Reporters were calling it an animal attack. The detective commenting on the story looked haggard, according to the rolling news these were the second and third victims found today.
Hawthorne switched it off, the fever would lessen if he slept a little longer. He resolved to take the shortcut regardless of the police presence, he knew they werent Stelek's victims, so it was his safest bet. Anyway he could talk his way through the police cordons easily. At this he remembered the numerous times his quick wit and charms had saved his skin; he had even on one occasion fooled a werewolve into believing that he too was a lycanthrope (who had recently fed on a vampire). Hawthorne lay back and set the alarm for 6.30pm.
Someone mentioned events, reveal PC race related NPC (... this sentence confuses me.)
Can't wait...
Certain NPCs I introduce will be very relevant to the overall RP,for example...obviously Detective Pinkerton will be relevant to the Hunter Pcs for his gathered info,but he'd also be relevant to other Vamp and Wolf PCs as a potential thorn in their side.
Other PCs I introduce will be relevant to other situations...for example,I may introduce a Farmer with some " Mental instabilities" who allows Wolves to "Feed" on some of his livestock in exchange for protection...Get it?
silly boy wrote:Ah, i get it. Points to drive the story forwards and make us interact when the hunters are going to kill that farmer.
Sounds like a plan doesn't it, Halonachos.
Exactly...remember...certian NPCs/events are going to be put into play that will affect the course of the RP...how the PCs react/interact in these situations and with the NPCs will definitely have bearings on the RP and the PCs.
I can't stress enough that every PC needs to pay attention to details and look for "Clues" that will benefit them,and to fully understand that their actions could always lead to random consequences.
ghosty wrote:Not to mention how aimlessly murdering people is going to create consequences.
...Yup,while it's clear that our "Night Prowlers" have to feed,being sloppy about it will definitely draw the scrutiny of the Police force and the Hunters.
sillyboy wrote:Ah, i get it. Points to drive the story forwards and make us interact when the hunters are going to kill that farmer.
Sounds like a plan doesn't it, Halonachos.
Old McDonald had a farm, e-i-e-i-o. And on this farm he had some livestock, e-i-e-i-o. with neck bites here and neck bites there, here a bite, there a bite, everywhere a neck bite old McDonald was filled with holes, e-i-e-i-o.
BIC:
Andy was woken by the bumps of the road, it appears that the truck lacked any suspension at all and that his spine may well end up in his own skull. The farm pulled into view, gates and tall flood lights surrounded the fields. The house in the middle of the fields looked to be three stories tall with what could easily be nine or so rooms inside. The only way to the farm was a private road which, unknown to Andy at the time, was constantly watched from a barn on the property. The barn itself was more of a guardhouse than an actual barn and contained two heavily fortified rooms for weapons and whoever was on guard duty. The Tahoe pulled into a six car garage attached to the house and the garage doors shut behind them, it was a pretty impressive bit of security they had out in the middle of nowhere.
Andy got out of the passenger seat and stretched, his back cracked as he twisted his torso slowly. The light in the garage was bright enough to make even the smallest bit of dirt stand out on the trucks inside. Kara opened the garage door and led Andy into the kitchen area of the house, an irish man walked up to greet them.
"Ah, Kara my girl," the man said while giving her a hug, "what brings you from the big ol' city?"
"New transfer," Kara pointed her thumb back at Andy who was just coming into the kitchen from the garage, "we need to get him settled here before we can take him into the city to get the lay of the land so to speak."
"Ah, name's Danny." Danny said as he grabbed Andy's hand tightly and shook it.
"Andy." Andy grabbed his hand and rubbed it.
"Sorry 'bout that, don't know my own strength I guess." Danny walked over to the counter and grabbed the can of soda he was drinking before.
"Danny's the assumed leader of this group." Kara closed the door behind Andy.
"Why's that?" Andy asked while setting his suitcase on the floor.
"Because he..." Kara was cut off by the irishman.
"I get to tell the stories about myself around here Kara." Danny said while smiling, "That way you guys can't screw it up."
"He sodomized a vampire." Kara blurted out.
"What?" Andy stared at Danny in shock and took a step back.
"It's not like that..." Danny took out a cigarette and lit it, "you see one night we cornered this vamp in the alley. He was cocky as hell, like most vamps are, and was laughing his ass off as we tried to get at him. It ticked me the feth off and I was tired of the vamp's jeers and taunts and overall being a vamp so I thought of a way that I could do damage to him while embarassing the hell outta him. I took the stake, lined up my charge, and drove the thing so far up the vamp's gak shoot that he probably had splinters in the roof of his mouth. Now you're supposed to put it through the heart to paralyze a vamp, but this had the same effect I'll tell you."
"That really doesn't change the fact that ou violated a vampire with a stake." Andy said still trying to grasp why a man would stake a vampire in the ass.
Danny shrugged, "Don't matter, it was fething hilarious and shut him the feth up so we could dry him in the sun."
"All right Danny, I'm going to go get him settled in." Kara said still smiling from the story.
Kara and Andy were in the second floor hall before Andy broke the silence.
"He really didn't do that did he?" he said quietly.
"He did, gets the spirits up whenever we talk about it." Kara said happily, she even snickered as she thought about it, "He also choked out a werewolf once, it broke his ribs but he held on until it passed out."
"If those are the qualifications to be the leader of this group, I'm fine where I am." Andy replied still thinking about Danny's motives.
Kara stopped at a door and opened it up, "This will be your room, right now you're in here alone because the other guy is stationed in the city. Bathrooms are down the hall and they are gender separated just like the rooms. We catch you in a girls room you lose your balls."
"Okay then, I think I can manage. I'm married after all you know." Andy wiggled his ring finger in the air.
"Good," Kara looked out the window, "we have one bit of advice for anyone who comes through here; no matter what find something funny."
"Is that why the sodomy story is big around here?" Andy asked.
"Yep," Kara looked down at the floor, "we go through a lot you know, killing things that aren't supposed to die, but we do it somehow. We find anything that could be possibly entertaining and have a laugh, helps us get through rough times."
"I understand that." Andy had never thought about his work affecting his mind before, it seemed like it never did but after thinking a bit he could see where it did, "What time are we going out into the city?"
"We might go out tonight, for one reason you can hit the ground running in terms of hunting here and two you need to see what the city looks like at night." Kara looked at the clock, "Get ready to go out at about nine, we'll have some weapons ready for you but we're going to be staying out of the sewers and slums."
"They're feasting on hobos already?" Andy feigned shock.
"They've been eating hobos for awhile, the slums are their hunting grounds." Kara replied.
"Oh," Andy shook his head, "with such a poor diet they shouldn't be too hard to kill."
"You sound like you won't have any trouble then." Kara said, "If you've got the guts we could venture into the sewers tonight."
"Oh, I've got the guts alright." Andy replied.
"Good," Kara smiled, "they like guts."
"You're sick, but I'll be ready by nine, gotta shower first." Andy said while smiling.
Chowderhead wrote:Excellent! Low lives getting eaten by sudo-prostitutes and her 500 year old mexican child friend won't be noticed at all!
But here's my question: Can the Werewolves age?
Nope...just like Vamps they stay the same physical age they were when they "Changed."
EDIT:...After reading ghostys RP and a bit of consideration on my part,I'll have to change my previous answer to this...
A child who is attacked by a Werewolf may or may not grow any older (Due to random effects of the Lycan Virus on the pituitary glands...BS I know but go with it..) in general an infected child will grow to young adulthood..(18-mid twenties) before the Lycan Virus arest all further ageing process.
Adults who are attacked remain at the same age as when they change...there sorted.
FITZZ wrote: I can't stress enough that every PC needs to pay attention to details and look for "Clues" that will benefit them,and to fully understand that their actions could always lead to random consequences.
FITZZ wrote: I can't stress enough that every PC needs to pay attention to details and look for "Clues" that will benefit them,and to fully understand that their actions could always lead to random consequences.
Is it safe to say that Pinkerton is a cowboy?
If by cowboy you mean a bit of a "rouge cop" who doesn't always go by the book...then yes,if by cowboy you means he participates in rodeos and wears a funny hat and a big belt buckle then no.
BTW Nachos..Loved your RP,but keep in mind...Hunters only get one Major NPC,so..as interesting as Danny is He'll have to remain a minor NPC...unless you plan to kill Kara off...or have another bit of "Fun in mind.
...I know I do..
Also...I'll suppose your.."Hunters House" will be open to other Hunter PCs...seeing as how it will require man power .
Chowderhead wrote:What defines minor and major NPCs?
The amount of posts they are allowed to be in, or whether they are killable?
Everyone is killable.. My ideas concerning Major and Minor NPCs was basically put in place to avoid an avalanche of NPCs being brought into the RP (which unfortunately tends to happen from time to time).
Basically Major NPCs would be able to accompany PCs into combat/be side kicks/meat shields/love interest/etc.
Minor NPCs would be secondary characters who more than likely won't live through a combat situation.
FITZZ wrote: BTW Nachos..Loved your RP,but keep in mind...Hunters only get one Major NPC,so..as interesting as Danny is He'll have to remain a minor NPC...unless you plan to kill Kara off...or have another bit of "Fun in mind.
...I know I do..
Also...I'll suppose your.."Hunters House" will be open to other Hunter PCs...seeing as how it will require man power .
Danny was originally going to be my major NPC, but I thought that a guy like him would be too much to walk around with so he will remain a minor character.
The hunter house is always open to fellow hunters.
Ok guys I have a complete list of all PCs and their NPCs up in the introduction.
From the way it looks Vampires are definitely the dominant power in the city.
The door flutters open sending a gust of cool night air into the room, sending character sheets fluttering around several players sitting around a table as they moved there vampire and werewolf miniatures across the remains of a derelict city.
The dark outline of a man is seen silhouetted by the pale moon in the doorway.
"I have returned." he says with a crooked grin and pulls out a miniature and tosses it into the air.
It pewter fig cartwheels around several times before landing on the battlefield with a small metallic thud and stood perfectly on end.
The man smiled.
"Now" he said as he shifty eyed the room "Where are the cheetos?"
Detective Pinkerton sat staring at the glowing computer monitor on his desk...his head ached and he was tired but ...he continued to mull over the homicides that had occurred.
The Hood woman this morning,then the two vagrants...who NCIC were still trying to identify..the MO were slightly different..but the killings had been savage in all cases...this had to be the work of one guy.
Pinkerton shuddered at the thought of more than one person who was capable of doing this sort of thing.
The Detectives fingers flashed over his keyboard,pulling up the file on a similar homicide that had occurred last month,Brianna James,29, an exotic dancer who had last been seen alive leaving her place of work an establishment called the "Pink Pony" at 4.00 am on Sept,21st,she'd been found early the following morning.." Ripped to pieces" Pinkerton muttered.." Just like the Hood woman".
The Detective sighed and pulled up the missing persons files... 7 cases..the Murphy girl the most recent,in the last three months.
" Jesus" Pinky sighed " What the hell is going on?"
Miles across the city.....
Sandi Ferris walked nervously to her car,her $100,000 dollar car,she quickly climbed into the Ferrari and placed the container on the passenger seat Jumping as her cell phone rang..." Yes" Sandi said trembling slightly at the voice on the other end " I have it"...she paused for a long moment " I'll drop it at the useful spot"...she frowned at the phone as the other party hung up.
Sandi shook her head...and a tear slipped down her face...what the hell had she gotten herself into...she had to get out of this before it got to deep...but...how,she had grown up with nothing...in a family of drunks and drug addicts...she'd turned to dancing as soon as she was old enough...just to get away...but now...she knew what she was doing had to illegal...how could it not be with all the money her mysterious benefactor was giving her just to deliver packages...she stared at the one on her seat now...and thought about opening it...just to see what it was she was carrying..." Has to be drugs." She thought...: " Has to be".
She stared at the in dash clock...8:00PM...she had to hurry..though she'd never met the man who called her...and left her packages filled with money...and this car...she knew better than to keep him waiting...something about him...terrorfied her...
She turned the key and the powerful engine roared to life...Sandi wiped the tear from her eye..." This is the last time" she whispered and tore off into the night.
Ok...Sandi is obviously carrying an important package...and has done so before...but...for whom...and...whats she been carrying?...stay tuned Night Prowlers...stay tuned.
Ok...and because I (sort of) indicated that I'd give the Werewolves among you a bit of a "benefactor" here goes...But...it's not exactly a Farmer.
Old Murry climbed from the confines of his VW micro bus,broke wind and then stumbled over to a patch of bushes to urinate,his head throb from the amount of cheap wine and weed he'd indulged in the night before...but...it helped him sleep..god knew sleep didn't come easy anymore for him.
Murry walked back to the VW,stubbing his toe on a rock as he did " gak" he cursed under his breath.rummaging through the clutter inside,Murry found an old Grateful Dead t-shirt and pulled it over his skinny chest...he then found the remains of a partialy smoked joint and lit it inhaling deeply on the smoke.
" Time to check on the...offering" Murry said walking around to the other side of the VW and into a nearby field...in the center...Murry bent an examined the stake he'd sat out the night before...the rope that had been tied to it was ripped and bloody at it's end...the ...Offering..as Murry called it..was gone.
Several months earlier...Murry had seen the devil...it had to be the devil..it had come straight out of the woods...covered in hair and with eyes like burning coal and teeth and claws like knives,it had rushed at Murry...who had wet himself and screamed,falling to his knees and begging for mercy..
Murrays old dog..Bullet had charged the devil..." Poor old Bullet" Murry thought remembering how the animal had screamed when the devil had bitten into him...But..after the devil had eaten Bullet...it went away.
This had given Murry an idea...he spent the next day driving around until he located a small farm...quietly..Murry had taken a small lamb and that night before he climbed into his VW...he'd tied that lamb out in the field.
Sure as Jerry Garcia was singing in heaven...the next morning...that lamb was gone...but Murry was left alive.
Murry took this as a sign from the devil...so long as Murry left offerings...the devil would leave Murry alone...so now...each day..Murry would drive around,sell a little weed..he had plenty since he grew a whole field full,then go in search of the nights offering...sometimes a lamb or goat...maybe a pig...if he had no luck finding a farm that looked easy to take the offering from...Murry would find a dog...or a couple of cats...but every night..Murry made sure to leave his offering...and things had worked out just fine....except for the dreams...Murry often wondered when the devil might get tired of what Murry was serving...and come for Murry himself.
" Well" Murry thought " Can't worry bout that...and can't run...the devil would find me if I did" ..Murry took another toke off his joint and walked back to his VW.."Time to start another day" Murry said starting the Micro bus engine and poping a Hendrix 8-track into the dash mounted tape player...The sounds of Foxy Lady blaring from the old cheap speakers as the van pulled away.
BTW...Old Murry sets up his "offering" in a field North/West of the Suburbs just outside of the city,he parks his VW near the field to sleep as Murry is basically homeless,even though with his Herb sales Murry usually has a few hundred dollars on him at all times,but chooses to live out of his van because he "likes the freedom",Murry does keep a .12 Gauge Mossberg 500 with him...just in case any "trespasers" get around his "crops"
Murrays "crop field" is located in the top western woods of the map.
MO=modus operandi...Basically it's a term used to describe a criminal's "Useful habits/patterns"...For example Jack the Rippers MO would have been the methodical murder of prostitutes with very sharp knives.
"In a Old Warehouse ... took me age's to find it ... but can I gain your assistance." Sindri turns to the body
"And theres .... more blood in ...it for you"
Andy looked at the weapons he had been issued by the hunters there. An AK-74 with a folding stock, Andy liked the fact that it was short and good in close quarters but he couldn't really hit anything with it because the stock was two metal rods curved at the end. The .357 on the other hand had a longer barrel, pistol whipping would be fun if he had to. It had a kick, but the force behind the bullet could probably stop a charging werewolf.
From his window he could see the floodlights bathing the field in light. Hunters were walking around the field, checking the crops and more importantly, patrolling to make sure nothing could break in.
He was wearing his favorite hat along with a black overcoat and some semi-formal pants. It was supposed to be some kind of cover, but driving around in a work truck seemed ridiculous in these clothes.
"You ready?" Kara asked from around the corner.
"Yeah, exactly how far are we going into the city?" Andy asked while tucking his pistol into a shoulder holster.
"Not too far, we're actually going to be running some supplies to one of our outposts in Empire." she said while leaning on the wall.
"Supplies?" Andy flipped his overcoat over his shoulders and buttoned the bottom two buttons so the top would be open enough to reach into.
"Mainly some fresh food and a few bullets." Kara was now cleaning the underside of ther nails with her knife, "They can't make silver bullets in the city like we can out here, too suspicious for them."
The two walked down to the garage where Danny had just finished loading the last box of ammo into the back.
"Alright you two," Danny walked back towards the kitchen, "you know where to go. Stay outta the slums and sewers, don't touch the hookers, and don't start any fights you can't finish."
The truck belched and then roared into life as it backed out of the garage. The lights from the headlights shined off of a fancy roadster in the far corner of the large garage. Andy wondered why they couldn't take the roadster instead of the truck that made him need to see a chiropractor. He watched as the lights from the farm fade in the rearview mirror as they continued down the private road.
"Despite the fact that its overrun with nasties, the city looks good at night." Kara broke the silence, "It used to look a lot better before those things showed up and ruined it."
Andy just nodded, "About 30 minutes to the city?"
"Yeah." Kara replied calmly.
Andy turned his ipod on and put the earphones in his ears. He began to bob his head to the music as the truck bounced along the road. The lights from the city were easily visible as the nightlife, innocent and evil, came out to play.
The drug dealer face down in a pool of blood, hid blood. Isaac regretted what he had done but the master was right, that man was evil. Searching through the mans phone there was some body he ahd been in contact with somebody called 'old murray'. He had to be stopped his drugs polute the city. When he returned the saviuor was there.
Did you do it? All Issac cold summon was a mumble.
well you have another mission...
Hawthorne parked up outside the hospital, he unearthed a labcoat and stephoscope from the boot. He had been using these old props for 70 years, never once had he been questioned.
A burly security guard looked him up and down and buzzed him into the ER ward. Nigel never for a moment worried that he would be asked for ID. Steathily he slipped into the Pharmaceutical storeroom before the keypad locked door shut behind a nurse.
The fridge was fully stocked with plasma and he took 12 more of the syringes, enough for a week. He also took a few styrettes of epenephrin (OOC: 3 uses, adreline), an injection could get him out of a tight spot and temporarily awaken his dormant powers. As usual the hospital security had been easily bypassed, it would take hours before anyone noticed.
As he left the room to his horror he spotted a small biometric pad on the fridge door, it was definitely not part of the hospital security, someone else had put it there. He followed the wires to a small junction box with a blinking red light. The work of hunters for sure....
OOC: So there you go hunters, seems my character has triggered one of your Alarms.....
Both Andy and Kara's cellphones buzzed with a new text message.
"Biometric pad bypassed at Empire City Metro Hospital." the message read.
"Automatic messaging, that's cool." Andy said while deleting the text message.
"Yep, we're busy with this shipment though so we'll have to let someone else answer the bat signal this time." Kara said while also deleting the message.
@Sillyboy +Nachos. I would guess the alarm would mean you could find Hawthorne on cctv (He still shows up on camera) and get the plates of his car. So you would Know to look out for him.
Perkustin wrote:@Sillyboy +Nachos. I would guess the alarm would mean you could find Hawthorne on cctv (He still shows up on camera) and get the plates of his car. So you would Know to look out for him.
You do bring up a good question though, do vampires show up on cameras and in mirrors?
Perkustin wrote:@Sillyboy +Nachos. I would guess the alarm would mean you could find Hawthorne on cctv (He still shows up on camera) and get the plates of his car. So you would Know to look out for him.
You do bring up a good question though, do vampires show up on cameras and in mirrors?
Spose it's up to FITZZ. Btw Nachos i'm up for the Meet RP. Just remember to come up with some good questions, Hawthorne May Know a thing or two about the more ancient vampires (Hp Lark + Blood reaver) in Empire city.
Yes Vamps show up in mirrors/cameras/photos...so do wolves...however on occasion amp photos are " Blurred".
Hawthornes car tags would of course be visible on cctv..
Like the Hunter trap Perkustin...nice touch.
Keep going guys...lot's more to come later tonight.
Also...don't forget...Sandi is delivering a package to a location for one of the vamps...I will disclose what's in the package tonight...as well as were it's going.
Sky opened the cabinets doors, pulling out the box of lucky charms. James pulled a disgusted face. “I’m not going to eat that garbage. Don’t you have some bacon and a eggs?” Sky threw the lucky charms on the breakfast table. “Don’t know, can you cook?” James scratched at his head. “That’s what I thought. If you don’t do it yourself, then you’re just gonna eat cereals.” James muttered in himself. “Girls……have to…..food.” Sky ignored his ramblings, sometimes it was like living with a seven year old. “I’m going to collect the weapons and stuff.” James ignored her as he abruptly pulled the cereal box towards him. Sky rolled her eyes around and went back to the basement. She grabbed a black sport bag from beneath the workbench. She pulled the altered sawed off shotgun from the table. She gloated when she thought how many monsters would fall before it. She carefully placed it in the bag together with a automated rifle for James. She threw in enough silver ammo to feed a small family for a year. She pulled two standard police pistols from the bench. If you’re going to investigate a crime scene. Then always look likea cop. She grabbed two holsters and attached one to her belt. The other still in her other hand, she threw the sport bag on her back and returned to the kitchen. She found James sitting behind a plate filled with burned egg. The used pan hastily thrown in the sink. “Happy?” She asked, looking at the mess . “Never been better” He pushed a big part of blackened egg in his mouth.“It’s not so bad if you add some ketchup.”
After James had finished his horrible breakfast and holstered his standard issue pistol. They went to the garage. The lights flipped on as they entered. Revealing the sleek silhouettes of Expensive Hondas, Ferrari’s…. But instead they chose for a less conspicuous Mercedes. Sky opened the side door and threw the sport bag on the back seats. She jumped on the right seat and James occupied the steering wheel. “No smoking in the car.” Sky said. James glared at her. “You’re really starting to annoy me.” “Nah, I’m too cute to hate.” She laughingly said. James rolled his eyes and threw his cigarette out the window. He pressed a button and the garage door smoothly opened. With a mighty roar the Mercedes jumped to life. They followed the path to the outer gate. The gates calmly opened. James constantly ticking with his fingers on the wheel. He hated the slow gate. He quickly increased the speed after they had left the estate. He looked at the faint shapes off skyscrapers in the distance. “Empire city here we come.”
After a hour’s drive they had found a parking place next to Memorial park. Sky opened the cars little cabinet and pulled out two leather wallets. “Here you go ,special agent Walters.” James grinned. “If halve those ID’s were real I would be a very talented guy.” Sky nodded “Too bad you’re a grumpy old hunter.” They both grinned at each other. “Lets do this.” Sky opened the door. The air seemed more chilly here then back in her estate. They walked towards the entrance, James lighting up a new Cigaret. “Those things are going to kill you, you know.” James stared to the pavement. “Yeah,….. Maybe they will.” They reached the park’s entrance, a couple police officers were holding back the press. The agents tried to persuade her to go back, but they quickly let them trough after she flashed her fake FBI badge.”Next time think before you act, officer.” The policemen nodded. “That’s step one.” She simply stated after they walked passed them. “Just don’t push it Vegas. We ‘re just here to get some information.” After a few minutes they reached the crime scene. Red puddles of dried blood still clearly visible on the gravel path. Men in white overalls were running around taking samples and pictures. Sky looked around and saw a silent man looking at the grizzly scene. His face totally blank but with a hint of great mental effort. Only a veteran had that look. She walked towards the police officer . “Good afternoon…..?” “The name’s Pinkerton.” Sky conjured up a smile, this man probably had been teased with his last name for years. Sky and James flashed their badges. “A bit young to be a special agent.” Pinkerton said. “A bit too old to bestanding in the field?” Sky quikly replied.”Touché….. But its what I do best.” “We need answers.” James interrupted. Pinkerton changed his attention towards James. “What do you want to know?” “Start with the beginning.”
"Well they found her this morning. The body was literally torn into pieces." Pinkerton scratched his chin. "There has been more murders with the same MO." "How many" Sky asked. "Around seven."
"Seems we got a serial killer." James said, while giving a meaningfull look at Sky. "Could be, but the search team found some hairs we're going to analyse." "Wonder what they're going to find." Sky gave a smaal smile towards James. Pinketon noticed the strange signals going on between the two. "But looking at the previous murders and if they are linked.... I would guess our guy lives in the market district, maybe in the sewers." "Sewers?" "Each report said that when they arrived at the scen they could smell the sewer." "Hmmm.... Sounds like something worth investigating." Sky said. James nodded. "Thank you for your time officer." "My pleasure." Sky pulled out a little card and handed to him. "If something happens no matter how strange it sounds, give me a call." Pinkerton nodded and watched them leaving.
"Something... strange?" He murmeled. What the hell did that mean. He looked at the little white card, a phone number clearly printed on it. But nothing else. He didn't even knew who she was. He was just going to ask it, when he saw they were gone. "Strange...like what?"
OOC: The information given by Pinkerton is completly correct. (Thank you Fitzz) So the killer is probably in the sewer....
Hawthorne crumpled back into the black leather upholstery of the mercedes, an empty syringe lay in the passenger seat, he looked at his watch; 9.30. He would park the car at the motel and continue on foot to the bridge. With a screech he sped out of the hospital car park.
After 15 minutes of cruising he spotted the flashing lights of an unmarked police car. He looked at his speedo: 60mph. He cursed America and their 55mph speed limit. He indicated and calmly pulled into a layby.
A figure got out of the police car. As he approached Hawthorne watched him in the Wing mirror. About five paces before the officer reached the car Nigel spotted the glint of rosary beads in the mans fist. Hawthrone added two and two together and shoved the car in gear, as he lurched away the figure drew a desert eagle pistol and fired a few shots at the escaping car.
Hawthorne ducked into the seat of the car as the rear window exploded in a shower of glass.
'bulletproof my arse!!' he exclaimed as he sped away. It seemed the hunt had begun. He needed to get out of Empire city sharpish, or at least after he had made it to the meeting.
Longinus picked the paper off the floor;
"Serial Killer strikes again, Death Toll rises to 7"
Musing over the competition in this city, evidently the ancient enemey were here. They would have to be eradicated. Rising form the sewers in his black cloak he started to stalk the streets. On the corner stood a man with two hookers.
You got any good Stuff? Nothing for you big man I said, You got any good Stuff! Maybe i d....
His head hit the floor. The hookers started to scream, for a second, just before Longinus pierced their throats.
He dragged their bodies back down to the sewers, now there were six heads on the wall.
This dealer was another of Murrys. In his pocket was a map of the city. On it was marked 'the field' and 'the vw'
That will usuful for the future
Pontius laughed dryly; "The city is mine, I have my pick of the cattle. What could you possibly offer me that I do not already posses? Whatever is inside that cursed box? I think not."
The truck pulled by a small warehouse, the lights on the front were blinking erratically and made the place look like a horror movie location. The surrounding area wasn't much better than the warehouse. It was dark and some of the streetlights were out while the others cast only a dim glow on the street. Lights were on inside the warehouse however so it looked like someone was home after all.
"How many guys are in here?" Andy asked as the truck pulled around the corner of the warehouse.
"There should be four here." Kara said before slamming the breaks of the truck. Andy's seatbelt held him in place but he felt like he had whiplash.
"What the hell was that for?" he asked annoyed.
"Look at that window." Kara pointed out at the warehouse. A small blotch of red tinted the light that passed through it, "We didn't get a call from them though."
Andy pulled out his revolver as Kara pulled the truck up a little more, they were even with the window when they saw inside. Overturned racks, shelves, tables, and cots littered the floor. Several bodies lay inside, three of them wearing jackets while two others wore formal wear, it was safe to say what had happened at the site.
"I see three hunters." Andy said while Kara began to start driving again, "maybe two vamps."
"Damnit." Kara stopped the car again as the headlights showed another body lying in the middle of an alley, "There's the fourth hunter."
"Do we have to burn the building?" Andy asked while looking around through the windows.
"Yeah." Kara replied still staring at the body.
"And get that guy outta here?" Andy also looked at the body.
"Yep." her heart sounded like it was in her throat.
"Even though its an obvious trap?" Andy pulled some bottles and a can of gas from the back.
"We just have to cover it up." Kara said while Andy prepared some molotovs, "That alley looks wide enough for the truck right?"
"Seems like it." Andy pulled out a lighter.
Kara shifted the truck into gear as Andy tossed several molotovs through the window of the warehouse. The truck sped through the alley, running the body over. The tires of the truck smashed the hunter's neck and head as they passed over it. Looking back in the mirror they could see at least five things come out of the shadows, one chased after the truck for a short time before giving up. The Tahoe's tires squeeled as it came out of the alley and onto the road. The warehouse exploded into an inferno as the molotovs took full effect.
"Hopefully it looks like arson and whoever did it ran over a guy trying to escape the fire." Kara said while changing lanes.
"What now?" Andy holstered his pistol again.
"We head to the next outpost and deliver the stuff to them." Kara moved the hair from her face with a hand, "Then we change the tires, plates, and color of the truck."
Andy was already busy on his phone alerting the network of what they had found.
"I see ... but accension is near... I can feel it. But it appers ... you have your ... own objectives." Sindri grabs the Iron Box and drags it away to his lair
Sky and james were driving around in the market district, looking for a place to park there car. "You think we can trust that police men?" Sky tought about it. "I think so, he's not an idiot. If he gets some more pieces off the puzzle together. He will call us." James pulled up on to a small parking area. He was relieved when he found an empty space. "So we're really going to search for a wolf in the sewers." James smiled."Yep, scared? "Ofcourse not, i'll kick some ass. But at least i can hope it doesn't smell." James opened his door. "Fair enough, but we have to do it." Sky jumped out and opened the trunk. "One for you." She said handing a bullet proof vest over to James. Sky enjoyed the comforting safety of the vest. It wouldn't stop a rampaging wolf, but it wouldn't hunt either. They looked around noone was watching. "So far so good." James said while pulling the sport bag from the back seat. He just opened it whzn his cellphone beeped. "Hang on a moment...." "The hunter network?" She curiously asked. "Yes, now shuss.... I need to read. Sky didn't like it, James still hadn't introduced her to the network. He said she was one of the best he had ever seen. But still he was hesitant of her earning her place. "Vamps have attacked the city's outpost." "What? Are you sure it wasn't our wolf?" "Nope, seems theres a lot of stuff going around." James looked up at the darkening sky. He knew what to do. He started dialing the number. Sky watched James moves intensly, this could be the night she got introduced to the Hunters Network. James waited as the phone was beeping the dial-sound. "Andy, here." A thrilled voice said. "Andy its Colt, we need to talk."
OOC: So meet up with Halonachos and then go to Perkustin to gain some info? Fitzz is probably going to want to include something in it....
Andy explained what they had found at the warehouse to Colt.
"Before we do anything Kara says we need to do some work on the truck so the cops won't be able to track us." Andy said calmly.
"Alright, so you're heading to the car parts post right?" Colt asked over the phone, he could hear Andy asking Kara where they were going.
"Yeah, we'll meet up there I guess." Andy said as the phone beeped, "One sec I just got a message."
"To Kara and Andy: Hospital Vampire spotted and tracked, have come to conclusion that he will be near Taylor Bridge at around 12:00am. Grab and bag."
"It looks like the Network wants the vamp who set off out trap alive now." Andy said over the phone to Colt.
"Oh really?" Colt was surprised.
"Yeah, just got a message saying that he'll be around Taylor Bridge at about midnight and that we're supposed to 'grab and bag'." Andy said calmly, "I didn't know you guys took hostages around here."
"Alright, we'll go ahead and meet up at the Werks Outpost before getting this guy." Colt said as he hung up the phone.
"Do you know a Colt?" Andy asked Kara.
"Yeah, he's some old guy who managed to stay in the Hunters somehow." Kara turned into the driveway of the Werks Outpost. Several people ran up to the gate to close it and began to work on the truck as soon as Kara took the keys out of the ignition.
Kara and Andy unloaded the crates of food and ammo from the back as the others worked around them. It was a larger outpost than the warehouse. There were about five hunters here and the walls surrounding the Werks themselves were lined with barbed wire, which looked normal for this part of town although the barbed wire was laced with silver.
"How long should it be?" Andy watched the crew working on the truck.
"About 15 minutes, these guys are good." Kara added while drinking a Coke.
"Where'd you get the soda?" Andy asked, thirsty.
"The fridge in the office." Kara smiled while shaking the can, "Last one though."
I quite like the idea. As i would gues it would take a load of humans to take out a powerful vampire. Like say Blood reaper, Mordoskul or Hlaine Larkin.
The phone vibrated from a text message. Stelek Picked it up in his brawny gloved fist. 'Hawthorne's contact has fled the area, hunters intercepted the message and lie in wait. See to it that Hawthorne is not killed, tail them with extreme caution. For Cain, For Dagon.'
Hawthorne could not be killed by the hunters if the guild wanted to find out the source of the leak... Stelek revved the fearsome motorbike and sped off in the direction of the Taylor Bridge.
Perkustin wrote:The phone vibrated. Stelek Picked it up in his brawny gloved fist.
'Hawthorne's contact has fled the area, hunters intercepted the message and lie in wait. See to it that Hawthorne is not killed, tail them with extreme caution. For Cain, For Dagon.'
Hawthorne could not be killed by the hunters if the guild wanted to find out the source of the leak... Stelek revved the fearsome motorbike and sped off in the direction of the Taylor Bridge.
OOC: Just in case you guys try anything
We weren't going to try anything funny.
@sillyboy.
I think we should kill off Pertuskin's character, wait, I mean NOT kill off Pertuskin's character, yes that's what I mean. Freudian slip, sorry about that.
Bang... "Woops my finger slipt" Andy said. Sky raised her shoulders "Stuff happens." "Wait guys i'm still alive" Perkustin crawls back up. "You know being a vamp and stuff." A Tank roars in. Bang bang!.... Tombstone jumped out his shotgun spitting death at pertuskin. "Dude!" "What?" Tombstone said unaware. "He's a zombie, you shot him and he gets back up. That zombie-shizzle right there. "No, he's a vamp." Sky said. "Really?.... But why doesnt he sparkels then." "Wait did you just made a twilight reference?" Andy said enraged. "Yea, those are real vamps you know." Andy goes beserks and kills Tombstone in Blind anger. "I'm sorry Vegas. But ...; I couldn't hear no more." Sky laughed. "I completly understand. Now lets burn their bodies before anyone notices." Andy pulled a lighter and a few gallons of gasoline out of his truck. They poored it on the remains of the unfortunate characters. The fire flaming up high. Sky and Andy watched the spectacle, sipping from a beer and gave each other a high five on a job well done.
I have no idea why tombstone suddenly comes in, it just felt right....
...A few quick thimgs I need to adress,
First...the police only know of four killings...every one else is on a missing persons list.
Also...old Murry is not a big time dealer...he'sjust a crazy old hippy who lives in his van and grows some weed to sell...he doesn't have a whole bunch of "contacts"
...And...to my Hunters...remember your ammo limits...also Please keep in mind that Hunters are a small group...having several of them run out to work on the truck is a no-no...they can be hired hands...or something...but not Hunters...Hunter PCs and a few limited NPCs are the only Hunters in and around the city,
Now for some good news for the Hunters...yes I aprove of a Hunter Hiearchy"...sort of like the Talamasca...it will come into play shortly.,,In fact consider taking Hawthorne alive an order from "HQ".
I'll be doing Sandi's write up latter tonight...stay tuned.
Player:-Shroud010
Character-. skullstalker
Race/affiliation:- Hunter.
Physical Description-directly out of a four year army. so buff with short hair. 6 "3"
Equipment:-hunting rifle with scope, and magnum revovler. hunting knife.
Backstory- killed a vamp in afghanistan and ever since been thrill seeking kills
Location/resources...: army grant, and GI BILL, some cash before enlistment.
Vehicle: semi armor jeep
Other info: headbangs while he sleeps
FITZZ wrote:...A few quick thimgs I need to adress,
First...the police only know of four killings...every one else is on a missing persons list.
Also...old Murry is not a big time dealer...he'sjust a crazy old hippy who lives in his van and grows some weed to sell...he doesn't have a whole bunch of "contacts"
...And...to my Hunters...remember your ammo limits...also Please keep in mind that Hunters are a small group...having several of them run out to work on the truck is a no-no...they can be hired hands...or something...but not Hunters...Hunter PCs and a few limited NPCs are the only Hunters in and around the city,
Now for some good news for the Hunters...yes I aprove of a Hunter Hiearchy"...sort of like the Talamasca...it will come into play shortly.,,In fact consider taking Hawthorne alive an order from "HQ".
I fixed my previous post about the larger 'outpost' and reduced it from eight to five and changed 'hunters' to 'people working on the truck'.
If there's anything else let me know so I can fix it for you.
Pontius, the raven once more, takes flight, soaring over the fields that surround Empire City, and landed at an abandoned farmhouse. Becoming the man once more, he pushed open the doors, and entered inside. The smell of fear and pain flooded his senses as he did so, and Pontius smiled, the Opriknikki were never gentle with their charges. Two massive men stood before him, concealed in huge cloaks which flapped out wildly despite the lack of wind. One opened his mouth is a grin, a hole forming in his carpet-like ebony beard to reveal teeth like those of a shark.
"Pontius of House Brutii, I have heard the tales about you, Venerable One." The words thick with a heavy Russian accent. "The Sage has been brought here from the World Tree by the orders of our blood sire himself. Ivan sends his regards."
"I do not doubt it, now, take me to him."
The huge vampire motioned to room locked in place with a bar of iron, which he twisted aside with ease.
"The Sage awaits."
Pontius stepped into the dark room, the flayed remains of a bearded man lay bolted to a fine chair of oak, his pale face a mask of pain.
"Rasputin, the years have been unkind. How was the embrace of Nidhoggr?"
The old man coughed up a curse in Russian, his cracked lips spraying blood onto his beard.
"What does the cursed spawn of Brutus want with me? I have told you all I know."
Pontius leaned in close, staring hard into the Sage's eyes. "Not everything. We know that you withheld information from us concerning the return of Cain. Nero is here, were you aware of that? He is instrumental to his return! How could you not have foreseen this? No, you are lying..." Pontius pressed the tip of his gladius against Rasputin's cheek, causing the flesh to blacken and burn. "Iron, how it burns the souls of those like us, how easily it could end your life."
"Then do it fiend. I've lived for too long! I wish to die!"
Pontius' eyes narrowed, the red cloud of rage descending upon his vision. "Death!? You desire death!? Then you shall not have it! Not true death, but a death drawn out and protracted for years!" Pontius grabbed the Sage, and ignoring the protests of the Opriknikki, dragged him outside into the field, and tore him from his chair. "You have the Amulet of Osiris, that I know, the rays of the sun will not kill you, but will sear your flesh all the same!"Erecting a cross used for the hanging of scarecrows, Pontius nailed the Sage to it. "You will not die! Never will the embrace of the grace caress your cheek! Pain is all you shall know!"
Name: Magellan Class: Hunter Physical description: Tall, lanky, hunched, smokes, loose hair, trench coat, speaks with a very sound conviction Equipment: .45 Magnum, loaded with silver bullets, painting of Jenny, stake, shotgun, 00 buck Backstory: Magellan is the 138th Magellan. Magellan is a name passed down, from hunter to apprentice, since 1400. This was when a outbreak of Werewolves was created in Italy, created by a small Romanian girl. This problem got so out of hand, A local farmer named Ferdinand Magellan grabbed his silver cross, filled it down to a point, and killed the wolves with it. He was so popular, he was given the title of "Italian Hunter" and created a line of succession. Every time the old Magellan dies, he is succeded, by his apprentice, who bears the new name, Ferdinand Magellan. The Ferdinand Magellan of exploration fame got a lead that She was somewhere in the Americas, and fibbed about going around the world. Only his apprentice knew the true cause. The current Magellan is a suave, sly man, appearing at the oddest of times. He has a massive crush on Jenny, a weapon she uses to her full advantage. Location/Resources: The apartment above Jenny's in the city, and the new Magellan Apprentice. Vehicle: Shelby Cobra (Fake, of course) Other Info: Has no idea that he lives above the one werewolf he has been searching for, and constantly hits on her, to no avail.
Nice twist there Chowder..also welcome shroud.
Looks like we're getting a whole lot of Hunter PCs and NPCs..a lot of vamps as well.
Hopping for at least one more Wolf...any takers?
Also,please forgive me for my lack of a write up last night...my home computer caught a "cold" and I'm having to "purge" it,with luck it will be fine by tonight.
In the meantime..
Heres a few "carrots" for you guys to chase.
Sandi "event" (forgive the lack of coulorful text)...
..The woman reved the engine of the powerful vehicle,trying desperately to reach her destination in time,so distracted by her delima she was...that she failed to notice the trafic light change to red and barreled through the busy intersection at over 60 MPH....right in view of a patroling police car.
" Oh feth" Sandi cried as flashing lights apeared behind her " Oh feth!!!"
For a moment,the frightened woman considered putting her foot to the floor...in an atempt to outrun the cops,but ...who was she kidding...they'd catch her...and things would only be worse...if they could get worse .
Resolving her self to her fate...Sandi pulled to the side of the street...and wept.
The patrol officers cautiously aproached the car.meaning to issue a warning for the reckless way the driver had handled the vehicle...but...upon seeing the womans panic...became suspicious.
"Step out of the Vehicle Ma'am" one officer said as the other began a search of the car..
A few moments later one of the officers held up an ancient looking knife..encrusted with jewls that he'd found in the package on the pasenger seat..
"This belong to you Ma'am ?" he asked.
The woman lowered her head and sighed " Not drugs.." she thought.
Her relieaf quickly faded when she was informed that the dagger had been reported stolen by the cuerator of the Empire Mueseum.
" You'd better come with us man" The officer said escorting Sandi to the rear of the patroll car.
Ok folks..Sandi is now in police custody...she knows locations for drop points,has a cell phone with call records and is scared to death of going to jail.
The dagger BTW is a "Holy weapon"...wich is leathal to Vampires....the " Blade of Ages".
Also..Sandis car is being towed and will be thouroughly examined...who knows what might turn up in it.
Ok guys...there's some "targets".
BTW..if anyone has any questions...PM away...I'll check back before I head home tonight...and with luck my Computer at home will be up and running,
James couldn’t believe he had voluntarily contacted the hunters network. He had lived happily off the grid, just listening to what was going on. But this time he had no choice. Wolves and vampires in the same city? This was something he never encountered before. James hated new stuff, they always tore your foundation in twain. James looked at the eager face of Vegas. He hoped she was strong and cunning enough to stay out of the network. If you stayed for too long, death was all you we’re going to get. There was a time when James was a rigid adherent to the network, the loss of his family blinding his thoughts. But as he had grown older and the feelings began to slip away. He saw something was wrong with the network, but never could lay his finger on it. And as time flew by he decided to get out before it was too late. Sky was also one of the reasons why he stayed off grid. She was the reason why he still was going. Sky leaned over the truck. “And, what’s happening?” “Seems we got a meeting with the local stationed hunters here and a mission in one.” James answered. Sky could hardly contain her excitement. Finally she would learn more about the network. James never told much about it, Sky always wondered why. But she was thrilled, she was going to meet some fellow hunters. “Don’t get your hopes up, Vegas” James said. “The meeting is around twelve o’clock. We’ve got enough time to check the sewers.” Sky cursed “Why can’t werewolves live in a nice place” she muttered. “Probably because they’re tired of seeing your face.” James joked. Sky let out a very dry laugh. “Real funny, Colt. Come one let’s do this.” She pulled the sawed off out of the bag and stuffed a bandoleer full with silver bullets and laid it over her shoulder. The silver made a soft hushing sound as it stroke over the bulletproof vest. James pulled out his UMP sub machinegun and a few ammo clips. They closed their Mercedes and started to walk down the dark alley adjacent to the dimly lit parking. James opened the sewer by pulling the metal lid of it. An awful stench rose up from the clamped underbelly of the city. Sky took a deep breath and started climbing down. Standing in the feet deep foul water she cursed at herself. “Yeah, I’m going to wear Allstars today. Brilliant idea.” James jumped down to handing over a flashlight. “Follow.” He said while lighting up a new cigarette. James took point and Sky followed soon after.
Sky followed James through a series of tunnels, each one looking exactly like the one before. Except in some she could hear the sound of rats. The adrenaline she had felt when entering the tunnel had vanished. “Focus.” She thought, bad things always happen when you’re not alert. She took a big step over what looked like a old rotting stool. Her Allstars were already completely green. “Next time.” she swore. “I’m never leaving my house without decent shoes.” Suddenly James raised his hand, alerting her to the fact he spotted something. They both quickly turned off their flashlights. Sky could see light radiating from behind the bend. She raised her sawed-off and slowly followed James. moving dead slow . James leaned against the concrete walls, carefully looking behind the corner. The light came from above ground. James carefully walked towards it, Sky just mere inches behind him. In the cold light he could see a raised level. Sticking out of the sewer area, completely made out of junk. He gently jumped on it, hoping it would take his weight. The pile of garbage only made a soft crinkling noise. “So far so good” he thought. He looked up at the origin of the light and saw a streetlight hanging above the opened sewer. He wondered where they were. Where they still in the market district? He decided to don’t think about it and continue. Sky also crawled on the little garbage island, happy to be out of the water. She looked around. “There.” She pointed at another small island of garbage. “What do you think? Is it his nest?” “No idea, but we’re going to find out. James stepped back in the murky water, stepping towards the next dry spot. Sky shivered as her feet dove in the water again. She hated her shoes.
They crawled onto the second island. James nearly cutting himself on rusty nail. The island was nestled in a T-junction. Here and there he saw plucks of black-gray hair. Even above the smell of the sewer, James could taste the metallic scent of blood in the air. Sky let her flashlight discover the two other passages. She spotted three more islands. “Damn.” She whispered. “There’s a whole nest of them.” After checking the surroundings, they had found seven trash islands. And four of them seemed to be used. “Seven places for one wolf?” she tried. “Unlikely, Vegas.” James said while replacing his burned out cigarette. “So why is there a wolf pack here? And does it have a connection with the vampire activity?” James inhaled the smoke deeply, his cigarette glowing menacingly in the dark. “We need more information……But whatever it is, I don’t like it. Let’s go back, there’s too many to handle by ourselves.” “Wait a minute.” Sky hastily said pulling her cellular out of her pocket. “Picture time” she smiled. She quickly jumped around the island taking snap pictures of the wolves den. The flash lighting up the grizzly place. “Look what I found.” James said pulling something out of the thrash. Sky went back to James’s island. He was holding a tattered street sign. “Hallward street. At least now we know where we are.” James glared in the darkness “Lets head out, I don’t …..” The words grow cold on his lips, when he suddenly heard the splattering of water echoing through the sewer. Sky quickly turned off her flashlight. Then they tried to get away as fast as possible without making a sound. The echoing sounds became louder, Sky could even hear voices. They weren’t going to make it. They passed under the open lid of the sewer and softly dived in the gruesome water. They slid to the back of the first island, hoping the newcomers wouldn’t notice them. Sky almost vomited when she dove in the water. “Better shoes … and a tetanus shot.” She mentally added to the list. They tried to keep their heads down as low as possible. James pulled out his pistol, if it came to a fight the pistol would be better.
A man and woman appeared out of the T-junction. Their clothes torn apart, the only thing keeping the garments together where stressed out threads. The girls blonde hair, a mess of knots and filth. The man was in no better shape, several teeth missing from his mouth. An old fisherman cap hiding his paltry hair. “Ah, just shut it Weasel. There’s no way I’m diving in the backseat with you.” The crummy girl said. “Come on Aisha, I know you want it.” Aisha slapped him in his muddy face. The man let out a soft beastly growl. “So that’s how you like it.” The girl went bezerk over his comment. James and sky gazed at each other while the two wolves were bickering. “Say you’re sorry” the girl said holding his face in a headlock. “Kay, Aisha…..was just a joke.” The girl mumbled as she released him. His body falling in the water. “Great ,just what I needed.” The man said, pulling his wet body out of the sewer. The girl ignored him as she crawled on top of the island James and Sky were hiding behind. “We’ve got work to do.” She said looking up at the dark sky.” “I still don’t get why we have to do this.” Weasel said climbing onto the island. “Because he said so.” The man grumbled. “he’s really getting on my nerves. We should teach him a lesson.” The girl laughed. “Just a wolf for three years and already such a big mouth.” The man growled at her. “Look kid, lets just do this. So you don’t end up like Ed.” “Meh, nobody liked Ed anyway.” He replied. “Yea but because of him were one behind. He doesn’t like hold-ups.” “Hmm, maybe I’m just grumpy cause he doesn’t let us feed.” “Just wait for the full moon Weasel, soon you can eat.” Aisha jumped with a mighty effort to the sewer lid. Her hands clenching to the edge. She pulled herself up by one hand, without breaking a sweat. The man prepared to follow her, when suddenly he started sniffing in the air. “Wait Aisha. I think I smell long pig.” Aisha face appeared in the sewer, sniffing. “I don’t smell anything. You sure it isn’t your stomach.” “Stop it you little wench.”Weasel said. He jumped straight up and crawled out. “Just make sure I don’t eat you.”
Sky and James waited until they couldn’t hear the arguing voices of the two wolves. They quietly rose from the water. Drops clattering down from their clothes. “God, I hate sewers.” Sky said. She looked next to her, James was holding his pack of wet cigarettes in his hands. He threw them on the pile of thrash. “Damn wolves.” He muttered. Sky jumped on the island. The opening was to high to reach. “So what do you think?” “Well they were talking about ‘he’. So I’m guessing these killings are organized…..This doesn’t make sense, why would wolves obey orders.” “Probably because he kills them if they don’t.” Sky replied, while remembering the Ed-guy. “But what me scares the most is the ‘we’re one behind’ thing.” “Hmm, I thought the feast when the moon shines again was scarier.” James raised his shoulders. “Nah, that’s what they do. The other thing is new.” Sky let her mouth drop when she made the connection between Ed and the wolves delay. “I think they’re recruiting.” She whispered. James eyes flew wide open. “That means the girl of this morning….. God we’ve got to get out of here.” James quickly turned around and started running back the way they came from. Sky followed him. She grabbed her cellular. It was still working, she started dialing.
Marisha was working at the estate, It was a good job. And she liked the fact that she knew the most gossip stories about Sky first. The look on miss granger faces when she stole her thunder was priceless. She regretted the fact that her late husband had passed away so soon. But All in all she was happy with life until she came to the kitchen. Bits of egg splattered everywhere, the dishes still on the table. “Dear God, this girl needs to learn some discipline.” She started collecting the dishes and putting them in the sink when the phone started ringing. She grabbed it just in time. “Henderson Estate, with who am I speaking?” She heard heavy grunting coming out of the speaker soon followed by an exhausted voice. “Hey, ….its Vegas.” “Who?” “Vegas…. Sky’s friend.” Marisha remembered her form this morning. She came down half naked and even had he nerves to wave at her. It had taken her an hour to calm down, such insolence she had never witnessed before. “What can I do for you, miss Vegas?” she said in her kindest voice. “….Need …..phone number from the morgue.” Marisha was shocked, did she really just asked for the number of the morgue. “Excuse me, but could you repeat that.” “Number….Morgue” the exhausted voice said angrily. “Just a minute.” Marisha pulled out the phonebook. She didn’t like this Vegas. She preferred the blonde mistress much better. She at least had some manners. Last night she even thought it was her who entered the mansion. But instead it was this unmannered gall. Now that she thought about it, those two did look a bit similar to each other. She picked the phone back up. “The number is ……” Marisha excepted a ‘thank you’ at least. But she just hung up. “hmmpff, the kids these days…What has the world come to.” She laid the phone book back and returned to the kitchen. She used her anger to make the boards cleaner then they had ever been before.
By the time she had the number they were already in the car. They threw their weapons hastily in the back. James let his foot drop like a brick on the gas pedal. The Mercedes shrieked as they raced of the parking lot. The phone started ringing. “Good evening, the city morgue. How can I help you.” A friendly voice said.” “Evening, special agent Gibbs here. I was wondering if you could help me.” “Of course.” The man believed her, it took a burden of her shoulders. “The body that has been brought in this morning. We have reasons to believe it isn’t her. I would like to ask you if you could check the body. There should be a small tattoo on her back.” “Hold on a sec.” Sky waited. The Mercedes raced through the city at breakneck speeds. James honking the horn every time someone got in his way. The voice came back. He sounded shocked. “The body its gone, she…” The man realized she had hung up mid sentence. “Leave it Colt. She’s long gone.” James cursed heavily. “Don’t worry, we know where they are. But we should get out the city, cause I think your driving skills have alerted the authorities. With a grim look on his face, he abruptly made a U-turn. ‘We still have a meeting at the Matthews bridge.” He said. Sky nodded as the car skimmed his way through traffic, angry drivers yelling at them and flipping the finger.
Within ten minutes they were out the city. James lowered his speed. Not wanting to attract any additional attention. Sky looked at her filthy clothes. She was finally going to be introduced to the hunter network dressed like this. She tried to pull of the big pieces of dirt. It didn’t help much, so she just left it. She gazed at here allstars, they were no longer blue. Sky pulled them of and after noticing her socks, she pulled them out too. Barefoot was so much better then those disgusting shoes. She wiggled her toes, trying to get them warm again, when James pulled up on a field. They looked right at the headlights of an old truck. James looked at his watch. “Five minutes late, not so bad.” He leaned over Sky and opened the cabinet, pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes. After that he jumped out the Mercedes and walked towards the hunters truck. Sky pulled her sawed off out of the back seat and stepped out. The grass felt cold beneath her naked feet. She closed the door and followed James into the blinding light, while readjusting her bandoleer. The light and excitement made her green eyes sparkle.
OOC:..... yea.... I was bored today..... Over to you halonachos.
Interesting seems we have some more wolves. Btw FITZZ what are these wolves based on? I always thought werewolves were mortal. Anyway.
BIC Hawthorne parked the mercedes in an abandoned factory loading bay. He couldn't risk it drawing suspicion at the motel. Unfortunately the smashed rear window meant it an easy steal for a determined thief ( free car anyone?). Hawthorne Did however hide half of the plasma and the briefcase nearby. (Note: Only Hawthorne or the GM would be able to find the briefcase, Nigel has learned how to hide stuff well). He took the gun and mainlined a shot of the adrenaline, he would need the heightened senses.
He was early for the meet but still had a short walk to the bridge. He checked his phone for messages, his guild contact Pontius had never got back to him since their meet 2 days ago, seems he now had his own agenda.
Character:
Real Name: λύκος άνθρωπος, (Pronounced lukos anthrōpos)
Goes by: Lucas Antropas
Race/affiliation:
Physical Description:
Human Form: 6'2'' and well built. Unkempt black hair and days worth of facial stubble. Wears an old leather biker coat over loose fitting jeans and zip down tanker boots. Will wear a black wife beater as a shirt if the situation calls for it. Has several tattoos that he has collected over the years showing off his journey through life as a creature of the night.
Werewolf Form:
Equipment: Basic Starting load + a few rp'd items.
Backstory: λύκος άνθρωπος was born in a small village in Greece in 1608. As a young man in his mid 20's he was attacked by a werewolf while traveling around the mainland. After a long and bloody fight, he managed to slay the large creature with his silver lined hunting knife purely by chance. For he knew not that it was a werewolf.
After the first full moon and awaking to find the entire population of his small village, the man realized the monster that he had become and being unable to end his own life, he succumbed and embraced his new life style.
Since then, he has wandered around the world never able to stay in one place for long as to not draw too much attention to himself. Wherever he goes however, unsolved murders and disturbances tend to follow. However, with modern technology came modern risk, and since the dawn of the digital age, he has had to change tactics and be more careful about his ways.
Location/resources: North West Of The Subs
Vehicle: None. In today's digital age, vehicles are too easy to track. My Character either walks, or hitchhikes where he needs to go.
My "fiction" concerning the Werewolves imortality comes from the book " Moon of the Werewolf" by Ronald Kelly (Great book BTW).
In the book...once someone has been "Cursed by the bite" they are imortal until they are killed by Silver,
One of the books main Characters is an ancient Knight who was bitten in the "Dark Ages"...he goes on to enslave an Irish Family with the "Curse" in the late 1800's and then comes to America along with them,they story then takes place in modern times with various "flashback" sequences.
Welcome aboard JP...Like what you've got there man.
Also...I did a quick "roll" and according to the "Dice Gods" Sandi has been delivering packages to...(Drum Roll)...Mordoskul...or at least to one of his "Thralls"
Atlas had just entered the city when he saw a newspaper stand just across the road from his position. This was his chance to see what people had thought of his victim’s death. He walked across the road calmly and picked up a newspaper to read.
"Hmmm..."
It hadn't made the front page, but as he started flicking through it he saw something that didn't surprise him in the slightest.
They were covering it up, making false stories that there was a "horrific accident" or something along those lines.
"They're worried," he thought. "And they don't want the public to get scared," and he chuckled quietly, just before it hit him. “Then there must be some reason why they are so scared, they must know something, so maybe soon-“
“Do you wanna pay for that?!” said the guy behind the stands, obviously quite annoyed.
“No… sorry,” he said and passed it back.
“You better be. Now beat it.”
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Atlas was worried. If the authorities had found out anything about him then obviously they would be on the look out. Once slip and he would be hunted. He had to try and be more discreet, control his wolf form, and make sure nobody ever sees him like that. If they do, they will die.
He was walking into a dark alleyway, the smell vile, and eerily silent. This is where he will stay until the next kill, and pick out a target to be his victim. It couldn’t be someone important though. Or could it? If someone important goes “missing”, it would create fear and tension among the people of the city. That would be what he wanted. Surely there were more like him, and that he could impress by an act like this. Yes. That was what he wanted to do. Also his bite would surely turn somebody into a monstrosity like him. That could be to his benefit.
@ Kais...good RP..but remember the News about The Hood womans murder has already been on TV...no reason the papers wouldn't have a write up on it.
However..it is now official that your character is the Wolf who killed Kristen Hood...but..not necesarly the Wolf or Who killed the other "Wolf victiam,"
Ok just a quick sum up...(in case my comp at home is still on the Fritzz)...
Sandi has been delivering packages to Mordoskuls character...or at least to a location he set up,since she has never seen him,she had the "Blade of Ages" a dagger lethal to vampires,which the police now have.
They also have Sandi in custody and will be questioning her...as well as going over her car/phone records.
Kais Wolf IS the Wolf who Killed Kristen Hood...More to come on that later.
JP's Wolf is " The Devil" that Old Murry has been feeding
Andy had his .357 aimed at the the older guy's head. Kara looked at them before giving Andy the thumbs up, he holstered his weapon and they turned off the lights before exiting the vehicle.
"Andy and Kara," Kara said waving to the two approaching figures, "and who are you two?" Kara had her weapon at her hip, but it was slightly tilted towards the two.
"Colt and Vegas." the older man said.
With that Kara put her weapon lower the two groups shook hands before anyone said anything.
"So, we're kidnapping a vamp are we?" Colt asked while smoking.
"Yeah, and we need you to put out your cigarette." Kara said quietly, "First its bad for your health and two they can smell it."
Colt mumbled as he took a final drag and flicked the cigarette to his feet before crushing it with his shoes.
"You two smell filthy," Kara shook her head, "where you crawling in the sewers or something?"
Colt and Vegas both shrugged, "Great, we're going to get noticed and we're going to die." Kara thought.
"Well I guess you two are bait." Andy chirped in.
"Wait a damn minute here," Colt said angry, "why do we need bait and why do we have to be bait?"
"Because you two smell like something that would talk to a vamp willingly." Andy replied, "And unless the vamp has c old he'll smell you when you try to sneak up on him.'
Andy could see some concern in Vegas's face, but she looked like she was up to it.
"So what's the plan then?" Colt said still sour about the whole idea.
"Easy, you two go up to meet him." Andy began explaining, "He's expecting someone to contact him for information, he doesn't know what the contact looks like apparantly so you'll have to bluff. After you two get his attention we'll come up from behind him and gag him before knocking him out."
"You think knocking out a vamp is as easy as that?" Colt asked while smiling.
"Not really, but we could always shoot him in the back to incapacitate him. Its really whichever option you want." Andy smiled.
"I want you to be the bait." Colt sneered.
"Maybe next time you won't crawl around in the sewers." Kara joined in.
"That's still not fair." Vegas murmured, "And what happens if he tries to kill us?"
"Then he tries to kill you." Kara replied, "That's what hunters do you know, we fight vampires and werewolves. If we win, we win, if we lose we pray we don't become one of 'em."
OOC: There you go silly, guess you're going to have... an interview with a vampire. Ba-dum-tum-tish.
Have some painting to do will be back around midnight but...
BIC Hawthorne waited under the bridge, he picked at his teeth while he waited, unlike a true vampire he still had to clean the stupid things. As he was flexing his fangs he heard a strange noise, well less a noise more a strange vibration in the air. It seemed his heightened senses were kicking in. The smeel of human adrenaline wormed it's way up his nostrils. Someone was waiting for him. He weighed up the options.
He couldnt run as Stelek would almost certainly be waiting at the Airport or would easily track him down if he attempted another form of escape. So he resolved to continue with the meet, even if it was an ambush he had a better chance of survival from a human attack than a true vampire one. Either way he should have a back up plan. He stowed 2 shots of the plasma and one of adrenaline in a place the hunters would never look, breaking off the metal needles as he grimaced his way through hiding them. (OOC: Unless you guys guess where he hid them you arent gonna find 'em, lets just say Hawthorne is resourceful )
He looked at his watch 11.30, he switched his gaze to the black tarmac river as it wound it's course through Empire city. A thousand Fish hearts beat fish blood through fish veins....
The ever cooling night air drifted across the field in a light breeze which rattled the leaves in the trees overhead. Walking calmly along side the road, Lucas whistled to himself as he kicked the occasional stone across the road.
It wasn't long before he found a ride with a slightly older gent in a beater of a Ford pickup truck and tucked himself in neatly in the bed of the truck as it sputtered down the road toward the city.
Lucas felt like a night out on the town, and the animal inside him howled in delight.
(OOC: Sorry for the very short post, but I have work shortly and just wanted to get my character rolling. )
There was a loud banging on the door. The entire apartment stunk with the blood of a fresh kill, so Mushatei made sure to febreeze the place before opening the door.
"Hell-"
"Listen up you little slut. Here's how it's going to go down. I'm going to kick the crap out of you, and you'll wake up on the morgue board next time." The woman was the girl from a few days ago, trying too feed in her territory, but this time, she didn't have her chest cavity opened.
"Like I told you, find your own hunting ground. You newbies think you can take 85th street and park, you are sadly mistaken." Mushatei had beaconed Pablo over with her hand behind her back. "How old are you? 8? 9?"
She shook her head, never leaving eye contact. "I'm 3 years old, and fired up."
Mushatei laughed. "I'm the Romanian. I'm 800. My associate here is 500. I would leave before we kill you before one hair extends on that pretty little head of yours."
She laughed, looked at the blood covered woman, and went pale.
She walked into the street, and screamed. There was a man, weapon drawn, firing what appeared to be shimmering projectiles at her.
"S**t! Pablo! Hunter! Hide it all! Hide it all!" Jenny screamed, running into the shower to wash off the Blood.
@Sillyboy: The hunter can either be my NPC, or you.
Perkustin wrote: (OOC: Unless you guys guess where he hid them you arent gonna find 'em, lets just say Hawthorne is resourceful )
This is wrong on so many levels....
BIC:.........Hey vampire........
Sky looked up at the two hunters. She wasn't impressed, she always tought hunters of the network would be different. They were even trying to dump them in the face of danger. She could see why James hated the network. But still, it could be those two were the crap of the lot. She pulled out her cell phone and threw it towards Kara. "We'll do it. But we want some more information. Kara went through the menu screen and found the pictures of the sewer wolves den. "How many?" "Four, but we've got reasons to believe there will be more" Andy looked over Kara's shoulders. "At least that explains why you smell like a dead rat." Sky ignored the comment of the spoilt brad, he was too young to even grow a manly beard. "What do you know about it?" She asked Kara. "First time i've heard about it." She said. "I can't believe there are so many. What are they doing?" Sky raised her shoulders. "We've got no clue. But we better exterminate them before the full moon comes. "When's that?" Andy asked. Was the hunters network really made of adolescent dim-wits? At least that was the impression Andy gave her. Luckily Kara kept the honour of the network above water. "Six nights from now." James answered. "I'm guessing you're going to need help with that. Four is a bit much." "Were gonna need six, two for every sewer entrance." Kara nodded "I'll see what i can do." She was trying to give the phone back. "Nah keep it, my number is on it, if you want to reach us." Kara nodded. "Well, lets go meet a vampire will we." Sky spat on the ground. She hated bloodsuckers. They jumped back into the Mercedes, James steered the car back on the road. "So what do you think?" James asked. "I' don't know. Kara seems okay but that young boy." "Yea, they get younger everytime." "But where do those assignments come from?" James waited a few moments before answering. "Well the assignments come from the Network. Nobody knows who they are, they just are there. We give them our information and they'll make sure the unnatural dies soon after." "How can you trust something you don't know." "Well thats the million dollar question isn't it. Like asking if jesus is His son. You just have to trust it." Silence ensued as they started nearing the bridge. Sky mulling over what James had said. They saw a man standing under the bridge. "I think, its him." James said. They stopped in the middle of the street. "I'll do the talking." James said. "You cover my ass. James jumped out and lit up a new cigaret. Oh no, the vampire can reek me, he imitated Kara. She got her facts wrong. Wolves smell, vampires hear. In the old days she would been thrown out the network. But it seemed the network had lowered his standards. James started walking towards the Vampire, the lights off the car shining in his back. The scene felt like it was a scene from an old maffia movie, james thought. Sky crawled out the car and leaned on top the hood. She aimed the crosshairs firmly at the vampires head. "Do something" she muttered."My finger is itching." She didn't like the fact James was so exposed to the Vampires. Shooting him down and capturing would have been so easy. But the other hunters seemed reluctant about torture, so they had to do it old skool. She could feel James was happy about that. "Evening." James greeted the vampire. "Excuse my partner, but she has some trust issues." "I see." the vampire said." James inhaled and blew a large cloud of smoke in his face. "Enough formalities. Lets get down to bussines."
OOC: Over to you Perkustin. Cause i have no idea what information i should be getting.... Maybe he was waiting for Sindi and the magical sword?
Isaac Crawled through the mud in the woods near the old VW. As he ahd been told there was a lamb tied to it. Now all he had to do was wait for the wolf to arrive to confirm his masters suspistions. He had a thermos with some coffee in it, some binoculars and a phone. Now for th ewait.
OOC; Sorry for the short post but longinus is lying low for a while
As Pontius stalked away from the farmhouse, and the crucified Rasputin, he once again took the form of a raven gliding off into the night. The Blade should have arrived by now, the Humanii he had hired to accumulate artifacts for him was always punctual. If she was late it could mean only one thing, his rivals. Perhaps the puppets in the Invictus coven, or the Rhu Clan were behind it, no matter, he would find her and he would have his Blade. Drawing upon his super-human senses, he followed Sandi's trail from her home to the side of the road, and from the road to the Empire City Police Station. Becoming the man once more, Pontius threw open the doors to the police station, casting his gaze about the lobby, his eyes searching. His color was up, and woe betide the human who tried to block his path.
"The woman where is she? I am in an ill temper, and my patience no longer exists at the moment, and I suggest you be prompt with your answer."
The officer at the desk was unimpressed, glancing up from his copy of Sports Illustrated to glare at the vampire, his beetle-like eyebrows joining together as if two large caterpillars were mating.
"You got a name? Got a couple of women back there, if you ask nicely, I might bring her up for you."
Pontius was to the point of boiling volcanic rage, how dare the cattle take that tone with him? When he spoke, his voice quivered with malice and impatience.
"Mortal, you have five seconds to bring me Sandra Casey before I tear your heart from your breast."
The officer looked up with fear in his eyes as he saw Pontius clearly for the first time. He stammered as he spoke, sweat trickling from his brow, his voice full of false bravado.
"L-look pal, if y-ou don't sit your ass down, I'll have to put under arrest for t-threatening an officer of the law."
"Five," began Pontius' countdown.
"S-sit down! Look, I don't want any trouble."
"Four."
The officer yelled down the hall, his voice a panicked rush, "Collins! Collins! I need you!"
"Three, two."
"COLLINS! COLLINS!"
"One."
Pontius' hand shot out, tearing through the soft tissue of the officer's chest, Pontius used his other hand to tear open the man's ribcage, revealing his lungs and heart. As the officer screamed fit to wake the dead, the vampire tore his heart from his open chest, letting the blood trickle down his arm. Regaining control of himself, Pontius swore in Latin. He had exposed himself, he needed to escape, Blade or not. Transforming into the raven once more, he took to the skies, returning to the slums before sunrise.
(I'll let Fitzz describe the reaction of the other officers)
Mordoskul wrote:You have a point there, that may have been a bit out of character, but then again, you saw what he did to the Sage.
Yea that got to hurt. But we'll see what Fitzz does with it... Hopefully Pinkerton will become aware of the supernatural and will start to give info to Sky. This would mean i have an inside man. Would make things a lot easier.
Hawthorne looked the man up and down. Passed it, he thought to himself; this washed up old alchoholic obviously thought he was working for some higher purpose, nothing more than a murderer, a washed up, has been, murderer...
Hawthorne spat a gobbet of saliva 'You stink of Gak' he said to the hunter. He had to play this right, maybe get the guy angry; he looked like he was prone to rages, hawthorne could exploit it.. 'You Stink of vampire, i know which i'd rather smell of any day' he snarled in reply. 'listen, was it you on the phone that said you wanted to meet? Or am I wasting my time' 'Huh?! what the gak are yo talkin' bout vampire?! Why would i call you?!' At this the hunter looked to his right, he thought the vampire wouldn't notice, sometimes these bastard hunters were so arrogant. 'You're stalling...' Hawthorne Managed before he was interrupted....
@ Siilyboy...sorry I missed the part about Kristen...doing this from work is a huge pain.
Ok...here's the thing...one must "survive" a wolf attack to be "Changed"...getting ripped into pieces would mean she didn't survive...so...sorry Kristen is a corpse.
Mordoskul...Wow...you could havw always sent someone to check on Bail...I'm going to ponder police response for the night...but...I won't lie...things won't turn out to good..of course...if you'd like to just make a run for it now...I will accept that action and do a follow up write up of police reesponse...of course if you wish to lay seige to the police dept....you could do that as well I suppose.
Thanks for bearing with me until I get my home computer on it's feet again guys.
Just need to wait for Halonachos. Remember Hawthorne may be able to get info on (Or arrange a meet with) Pontius (Mordoskul) or Longinus (Hlaine Larkin)...
Andy had snuck up behind the vampire with his pistol drawn. He whistled to get the vamps attention before swinging the barrel of the .357 down onto the vamp's head. The force could cause fractures in the spine of a normal human, but would be just enough to knock him out hopefully. If not he would probably regret it.
Luckily the vamp simply crumpled to the ground, Kara was already putting a ball gag in his mouth before Colt or Vegas could draw their weapons. They then hog tied Hawthorne and congratulated themselves on a quick and easy capture.
"That was too easy." Andy said while keeping his weapon aimed at Hawthorne's body.
"Never look a gift horse in the mouth." Kara said as she ran to go get the truck. ...............
Hawthorne woke up to see Andy pressing his .357 against his chest. He was still gagged and tied up, he could guess that he was in a covered truck bed of some sort. Andy was sitting on the top of a wheel well and had an earphone hanging from his ear, the other was in an ear.
"Well, look who woke back up." Andy said while smiling, "Now don't do anything funny or I'll put a hole in you so big kids could swim in it."
Hawthorne decided to test the threat a bit by trying to move a hand. He could feel the barrel press down painfully on his chest.
"Or I could shove this thing through your chest." Andy was still smiling like a hotel manager greeting a guest, "Your choice."
"Andy, don't feth around with him." Kara shouted annoyed from the driver's seat.
"Alright Kara," Andy said dissappointed, "I'll be nice to the bloodsucker. Even though he wouldn't do the same for us."
The truck pulled up to a small house in the suburbs, a for sale sign hung in the front yard. Kara parked the truck in the garage as the mercedes with Colt and Vegas stayed in the driveway. The house was still furnished and had been a hideout in the early days of the Hunter's presence in the city.
Colt and Andy carried Hawthorne into the basement while Kara and Vegas kept their weapons pointed at them. The basement itself looked like a torture room, various methods of interrogation lined the walls. Kara brought Colt and Andy some iron chain cuffs and the two soon latched each arm to a metal anchor in the cement walls. They then sat Hawthorne in a chair and locked his feet in place, cutting the hog ties as they worked.
The fluorescent light in the ceiling kept all shadows away from the group.
"Alright Mr. Whoever you are," Kara crossed her arms, "we'll start with the basics, name, age, etc, and then we'll get into the nitty gritty. Think you want to do that?"
Hawthorne nodded and soon the ball gag fell from his mouth as it was untied.
"My name is Nigel Hawthorne and you are the rudest group of hunters I have ever met." he eyed Andy who only stood there, "Especially that one." Hawthorne mumbled something about being hit in the face with a heavy pistol.
"Sorry Mr. Hawthorne, I didn't know that there was some kind of etiquitte for such a situation." Andy retorted, "Maybe the next time I see a vampire biting someone's neck I'll remind them to be proper as well."
Hawthorne rolled his eyes.
"Enough chit-chat," Colt interrupted Kara, "give us the details, now."
Isaac ran back inot the sewer making sure he asn't followed. Thrusting his phone at Longinus.
Master, look at what i have discovered!!
Longinus looked down at the video playing on Isaacs phone. the video quality wasn't great but it clearly showed a lunar savage rip open a lamb tied to a post, in the background there was a old VW.
Where DID YOU FIND THIS?? I was watching old Murry's place like you instructed me So my suspictions have been confirmed, they are here. We must do something A rare smile crept over Longinus's face. Now there would be a challenge. Old Murry was nothing serious there were others he should of spent time harassing instead of this old junkie. NOw magical blood would spill
OOC: What are the rules on embracing npcs and is there anything similar to a Vinculum??
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Isaac ran back inot the sewer making sure he asn't followed. Thrusting his phone at Longinus.
Master, look at what i have discovered!!
Longinus looked down at the video playing on Isaacs phone. the video quality wasn't great but it clearly showed a lunar savage rip open a lamb tied to a post, in the background there was a old VW.
Where DID YOU FIND THIS?? I was watching old Murry's place like you instructed me So my suspictions have been confirmed, they are here. We must do something A rare smile crept over Longinus's face. Now there would be a challenge. Old Murry was nothing serious there were others he should of spent time harassing instead of this old junkie. NOw magical blood would spill
OOC: What are the rules on embracing npcs and is there anything similar to a Vinculum??
I do have a quick question here, if I am the wolf that was eating the animals in the field, and I am currently in the back of a truck heading to town... then how did I end up on video?
The interrogation had been fruitless so far. Any information Hawthorne gave was either vague or already known. Kara had taken Vegas to the ground floor to get her some dry clothes while Andy and Colt watched the vampire.
"Well, I'm bored as hell right now." Andy was leaning against a cellar wall, his weapon hung loosely at his side, "Listen bud, are you going to tell us anything useful?"
Hawthorne just smiled at Andy. It was incredibly annoying and Andy was considering shooting out his knee caps for sport.
"I'm being serious here," Andy rubbed his face, "be've been at it for almost an hour and you really haven't been worth the trouble of taking alive. I'm going to put it nicely, will you please just tell us something important?"
"Well, since you put it that way..." Hawthorne mulled over ideas in his head, "maybe."
"What do you want?" Andy asked while Colt continued to smoke.
"I want my freedom from these shackles of course." Hawthorne said while moving his arms up and down, the chains rattled as he did.
Andy looked over at Colt who just shrugged and allowed a smirk to crease his face. The cellar door opened and Kara and Vegas came back down. Vegas at least smelt better than she did but her new clothes were a bit baggy.
"Alright Colt, you can go get cleaned up if you want to." Kara told the older hunter. "Anything new?"
"He wants to be uncuffed..." Andy's voice betrayed the fact that he was actually considering it, "in return he may tell us something."
"Did you use anything on him?" Kara looked around and saw that the torture devices were clean besides a layer of dust.
"Nope." Andy replied.
"We may have to," Kara turned to face Hawthorne, "would you like to be tortured Mr. Hawthorne?"
"I'm not really into that kind of thing." Hawthorne jested, "You hunters are so funny, you think that getting information is as easy as 1-2-3 and you think that you're better than us. Then you lump every vampire in the world together despite how each vampire has acted."
"What are you getting at Mr. Hawthorne?" Vegas piped in.
"If I really wanted to kill you, you'd all be dead." Hawthorne looked at each hunter individually, "An old man past his prime, an irrational young man, a woman who has most likely never been a hunter, and another woman with holier than thou attitude. Think about it, I've been alive for over a hundred years and have more experience than the lot of you combined. I could easily pull these chains out of the wall, but I'm not going to."
"If that's true," Vegas asserted, "then why did you, let's say, allow us to capture you?"
"Simple really," Hawthorne found this 'Vegas' girl amusing, "I was going to be betrayed."
"By who?" Vegas continued.
"An elder," Hawthorne looked at Kara and Andy, "they are angry that I have not been partaking of human blood for some 30 years."
"So Mr. Hawthorne," Vegas interlaced her fingers, "how can we help you help us?"
"The cuffs are a nice start." Hawthorne replied.
The three looked at each other, Andy shrugged his shoulders, "It would be progress I guess.". Kara looked at Andy in dispair, "I agree, we'll just have to watch him closely.".
OOC:
Okay silly, do you want to uncuff pertuskin's vamp? Note: The cuffs are incredibly uncomfortable. They elevate his arms in a fashion like being nailed to a cross, if he is uncuffed there's still the fact that his legs are strapped to a chair bolted into the ground.
Hawthorne looked at the motley crew infront of him, did they actually believe he could break out of these chains?! 'listen, to sweeten the deal i have a few names that may be of use to you' 'Oh yeah' said vegas scornfully. 'yeah' hawthorne replied making sure to wink at the whoreish girl, her beauty was clearly an insecurity, a weakness she tried to cover with bravado and figure spoiling clothing. 'Sindri something something, i forget his name, utterly insane. It would bring me some securtiy to know that maniac was dead (OOC 'cos FITZZ now controls that character we might as well have some fun with him.). Get me a map and i'll mark out his lair.' 'Ha, fat chance! I've got a better idea!' said the one named Colt picking up a pen and map. He walked over to the chained vampire and shoved the sharpie in his mouth, 'Mark away good sir, you vampires are always good with your mouth!' 'Like you wouldn't believe' flirted Hawthorne, Colt growled, excellent, thought Hawthorne; Vampirephobe and Homophobe. Exploiting Colt's short temper would be easy.
He carefully circled the sanitation plant on the map. 'Now... will someone please loosen these bonds?'
Ok,as everyone should be aware...I'm having a lot of tech.problems with my home computer...so,I'm having a few dificulties keeping eveything updated as much as I'd like to...just please hang in there everyone...these poblems will get sorted.
Now...on to answering questions..
@ Larkin...you may embrace your own NPCs if you wish...embracing another PC or PCNPC is also allowed....but will count as a modified combat.
@ JP...That's a very good question..If you are the "Devil" old Murry has been feeding then ,considering he's been making offerings for over two months perhaps we can deduce that your character is currently filling in "Back story"...or it could always be another wolf...up to you.
....Ok...I'm going to do a write up on Mordoskuls killing of the police desk officer..and some responses.
I think everyone can understand the computer issue thing. Its an unwritten rule that anything that can break will and anything that can't break will get lost.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Isaac ran back inot the sewer making sure he asn't followed. Thrusting his phone at Longinus.
Master, look at what i have discovered!!
Longinus looked down at the video playing on Isaacs phone. the video quality wasn't great but it clearly showed a lunar savage rip open a lamb tied to a post, in the background there was a old VW.
Where DID YOU FIND THIS?? I was watching old Murry's place like you instructed me So my suspictions have been confirmed, they are here. We must do something A rare smile crept over Longinus's face. Now there would be a challenge. Old Murry was nothing serious there were others he should of spent time harassing instead of this old junkie. NOw magical blood would spill
OOC: What are the rules on embracing npcs and is there anything similar to a Vinculum??
I do have a quick question here, if I am the wolf that was eating the animals in the field, and I am currently in the back of a truck heading to town... then how did I end up on video?
Feth forgot about that, this'll not offically 'happen' until you munch another of murrys offerings
" Now...Ms. Casey" Investigator Collins said slowly " I'm going to ask you one more time...how exactly you came to have a thousand year old dagger...a stolen..priceless...thousand year old dagger...in you possesion?"
Sandi lowered her head..tears falling freely " I told you...I pick packages up and deliver them...I never know what's in them." she said softly.
" Mhhmm..And where do you deliver these...packages Ms. Casey ?" Collins asked leaning forward..
" A warehouse" Sandi said " Out by the bridge...I don't even know who picks them up...he just leaves me envolopes of money...and"
" He calls you ?...Right?" Collins said " He sets up pick up points?"
" Yes.." Sandi said..,Collins sighed..." Where did you pick the knife up from?" he asked.
" From a man named Ferris...at Spiders" Sandi cried.
" Spiders?" Collins said sitting up from the other side of the table..."The club downtown?",He thought quickly that that was the same club the Murphy woman had vanashied from.
" Yes..Spiders.." Sandi said tears flowing freely " I don't know anything else...I don't"...
" Collins!!!...Collins!!" The desk officer cried..the Investigater jumped to his feet as a shriek echoed down the hallway,he drew his pistol and stared at the woman..." Don't move!" he shouted as he rushed from the interigation area.
Several other officers had reached the police station lobby first,their weapons drawn..searching the area,two others crouched over the bloodied form of the desk officer.." He's dead sir" an officer said to Collins..." What the feth.."
" Secure the area!!" Collins barked..." Check the parking lots...no way they got away so fast..MOVE!!"
Detective Pinkerton charged into the lobby..several more armed men at his side " Collins...what the hell happened down here?"
" It's Billy ...someone.." Collins replied in anger
Pinkerton stared at the body of the desk officer..."Jesus...here?".Pinkerton thought a moment..." Check the CCTV systems...I want to know who did this...and I want patrolls doubled ...tripled...officers are to investigate anything..ANYTHING that looks even slightly suspicious...I want a blankey search of the warehouse districts...the sewers...anyplace this fether could hide...NOW!"
" Sir.." An officer shouted running up.." We got this off the moniters" he said handing Pinkerton a copied photo..the man in the pictures face was blurry...but it was something.
" Get this to Williams...see if he can clear it up some" Pinkerton said..." Then get copies sent to all patrol officers...and...the press...I want this bastard."
OK...for all intents and purposes Pinkerton belives that Mordoskuls charcacter is the killer responsible for all the deaths and disapearences...this will be further compunded when it is discovered he was asking about Sandi (discovered on tape) and due to the conection between Sandi and Spiders ...since a disapearance took place there.
For ALL PCs...police presence just jumped off the chart...cops are everywhere and the smallest " deviation from the norm" may draw their attention.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:Isaac ran back inot the sewer making sure he asn't followed. Thrusting his phone at Longinus.
Master, look at what i have discovered!!
Longinus looked down at the video playing on Isaacs phone. the video quality wasn't great but it clearly showed a lunar savage rip open a lamb tied to a post, in the background there was a old VW.
Where DID YOU FIND THIS?? I was watching old Murry's place like you instructed me So my suspictions have been confirmed, they are here. We must do something A rare smile crept over Longinus's face. Now there would be a challenge. Old Murry was nothing serious there were others he should of spent time harassing instead of this old junkie. NOw magical blood would spill
OOC: What are the rules on embracing npcs and is there anything similar to a Vinculum??
I do have a quick question here, if I am the wolf that was eating the animals in the field, and I am currently in the back of a truck heading to town... then how did I end up on video?
Feth forgot about that, this'll not offically 'happen' until you munch another of murrys offerings
The battered old pickup finally reached the outskirts of the town. Lucas jumped from the back of the truck after the driver pulled to a stop at a red light. With a wave of thanks he turned and started to walk down the sidewalk toward the center of town.
It wasn't long before the crowds descended upon him. The city truly never did sleep, and even at this late hour people rushed about their tasks trying to improve upon their busy lives.
Up ahead, the steady pulse of bass caught his attention. It appeared to be coming from a building with a pink neon cowgirl blinking overhead with the name "Pink Pony" pulsing in fluorescent pink below.
Lucas smiled to himself and attempted to enter the fine establishment, but was stopped by an ogre in mans clothing wearing a black T with the word "Bouncer" printed across his chest in yellow.
"Problem Friend?" said Lucas through a toothy grin.
"Nobody gets through without a pat down, Friend." said the man though missing teeth.
Lucas laughed and held his arms out to his side. The man proceeded to pat him down from head to toe searching for weapons. Finding none, he let him pass and enter the dimly lit interior of the building.
Smiling, he found himself surrounded by a sea of people sitting either in secluded booths getting private shows or in a central viewing area in front of a large stage complete with mirrors and a well used pole. The air was thick with cigar smoke and sin and it made him fell right at home.
He turned and approached the bar. He leaned on his elbow on the leather edged counter and looked over his shoulder at a girl wearing a mockery of a nurse uniform twirled around on the pole. He was so distracted that he almost missed the ale wench as she made her rounds up and down the counter serving overpriced and watered down liquor to the distracted masses.
"Crown and coke and a St Paul Girl." he said showing his brilliant smile "And hold the coke."
She disappeared for a moment as she made the drink before returning with the drinks in hand. Lucas slipped her a 10 and didn't bother waiting around for what little change would be coming back his way. He plucked the glass of crown off the counter and proceeded to down the entire contents without stopping once. He then slammed the empty glass back onto the counter and shook his head from side to side letting the bitter sweet aftertaste fade.
"Thanks." he said to the wide eyed girl behind the counter before walking off into the crowd with his chaser beer in hand.
Pinkerton turned to Collins..." What the hell happened down here?" he asked,a tint of anger in his voice.
Collins shook his head " Damned if I know Pinky.." I was interogating the Casey woman and heard the scream,poor Billy..
Pinkerton nodded.." This has to be same perp who we've been hunting..has to be"
An officer aproached the two men " Excuse me...but we've found something you two will be interested in" the officer said " We played back the tape from the cctv again and the audio revealed that the perpetrature was here inquireing about the woman you were questioning Inspector Collins."
" The Casey Women?" Collins said,..." Yes sir" replied the officer.
"That tears it.." Collins said " Sandi Casey knows more than she's telling us...she was a dancer at the Pink Pony...which just so happens to be the same strip club Brianna James danced at until she turned up dead last month"
Pinkerton nodded
" And.." Collins went on " She just happens to be picking up stolen property from the same bar that Kelly Murphy was last seen at...and delivering it to the same area were the two homeless men were found slaughtered"
" And.." Pinkerton added " Some guy shows up demanding to know about her...and kills Billy...by ripping him open." Pinkerton shook his head.." I think we have our man"
" Casey said she picked the package up from a guy named Ferris at spiders" Collins said
"Send four units to Spiders.." Pinkerton said..." I want this Ferris guy" Pinkerton frowned..." In fact have them meet me there..I'm headed to Rampart street now."
" I'm on it Pinky" Collins called after the Detective as he rushed out the doors,Collins also decided that Some one needed to get over to The Pink Pony...and do a bit of questioning about Sandi Casey and her mysterious benifactor over there as well....mulling it over...he decided he'd check it out himself
Ok guys ...Pontius has an APB out on him...although his face wasn't clear in the photo..the cops have his descreption,they are also operating on the premise that he is the "Killer" they've been hunting...patrolls of all "slum areas" have doubled.
Ferris BTW is a scum bag,but doesn't know much,he get's mysterious calls as to were to pick up packages and is paid for his services,but knows very little..he's a short fat ugly little man who's up for anything if he gets paid and has no loyalties.
Pinkerton will call Vegas and relay the information he has to her.
Collins is on route to the Pink Pony...one officer with him,to question the owners about Sandi and possible connections to Brianna James murder.
Pontius continued to curse himself as he wandered about the sewers, hating himself for his slip in self-control. He had to get to Ferris before the Humanii did, the vermin would sell him out in a second if his fat carcass was in danger. Pushing up a manhole cover, Pontius became the raven once more, and flew out into the night. Landing in front of the Spider, he reverted to his natural shape and pushed his way through the back door. Ferris sat at the end of the bar as he always did, roaring drunk and making boasts of things he could not have possibly done. Pontius glided like a shadow towards the mortal.
"Ferris, our employer would like to have a few words with you outside."
(FITTZ, he's your NPC, I'll let you fill out his reaction)
"So, ma'am, did you see anything ordinary before the shooting?" The cop was textbook, guarenteed rookie. She liked that.
"Er, no sir. I was just in the shower, the I hear gunshots, I come out, and there is Ferdinand, standing over a girl with a gun loaded with silver bullets! It was scary, let me tell you. He said that she was a werewolf. What a strange guy..."
"Thank you ma'am." The officer left.
"He was cuuute! I need to get his number, Pablo. I need it!"
"ye maca tipolihuican, Muse, be calm around cute men." Pablo was making the remnants of the fat man into a nice bacon, laying the sizzling meat into the hot pan. "Last time you did that, he tried to get into your pants."
"Tried?"
The little Aztec went back to his food, screaming curses and swears up the wazoo.
"Hey, have you noticed that activity with the suckers has gone up? First, the dagger is gone, now, the murders at the stations... I'm going to go take a walk."
Andy's phone buzzed as he waited for Colt to make a decision on letting Hawthorne go uncuffed. He pulled it out as the vampire was marking the map with a pen in his mouth. Andy read it before tapping Kara on the shoulder and showing the message to her.
"Killing at police station, unknown assailant, police patrols doubled near hunting grounds, low profile recommended." the text read.
"Sorry Mr. Hawthorne." Andy said, "We really were going to uncuff you, but we have some new information that we need to act on." Andy walked over to the vampire with his weapon drawn.
Hawthorne felt betrayed and awaited a bullet to the brain or wherever else the heathen was going to put it. To his surprise Andy began to holster his weapon as he got closer.
"We can't fully uncuff you right now, but we can make it a bit more comfy for ya." Andy said while unlatching one chain from the wall and attaching it to the chair. It allowed Hawthorne free motion with his arms.
"What're you doing?" Colt protested, "Going to let him go?"
"Making good on a deal," Andy began working on the second cuff, "or at least partly on it."
"We're going to go into the city." Kara said while collecting her items, "Find out some stuff, get some grub..."
"You're going to go get food when you have a vampire here?" Vegas was shocked with the two hunters.
"Yeah," Andy said while walking towards Kara, "I haven't eaten all day and the city should be vamp and wolf free thanks to the police searching around for a killer. You guys want anything?"
"Not really." Colt stood there holding the map.
"Get him two hamburgers or something." Vegas spoke for Colt, "I'll take the same."
"Two hamburgers for you?" Andy said in surprise, "Alright, whatever." he was about to leave the cellar when he stopped and turned around, "Hell, as long as we're on the closest things to friendly terms I'll get our guest here something too."
"Oh really?" Hawthorne was moving his arms around, he had missed his freedom of movement, "Why is that?"
"Well," Andy inflected, "you're starting to cooperate and I figure that if you eat a hamburger you won't eat us."
"I wasn't planning to," Hawthorne smiled, "but if you're offering I have no choice but to accept."
With that Andy and Kara began their drive back to the city to get some food. They took the 'for sale' sign out of the yard as well so the mercedes in the driveway wouldn't attract any attention.
"You're getting a vampire food?" Kara raised an eyebrow as she drove.
"Its just a hamburger," Andy rested an elbow on the door, "besides he seems to respond to politeness. We play good cop, bad cop we can get some info out of him. Colt's the bad cop, hell we're all good cops compared to him. What do you think of him wanting us to kill that Sindri fellow?"
"Could be the guy who wants him dead and he's just using us," Kara shrugged, "or the guy we have chained up in the basement is the nicest vamp I've ever met. We can't do anything about it anyways thanks to the police."
They arrived in the city for the second time that night, parking was hard to find even at night. Kara found a spot that the truck barely fit into, they had to get out carefully to avoid dinging the other cars. Andy tossed his jacket on as Kara pulled hers on. The two began walking to the closest fast food place.
"I'm going to get a fething milk shake." Andy said happily, he clicked his heels, overexpressing his joy.
"Don't do that." Kara said sternly, "Acting like an idiot will get us noticed."
"I'm still getting a milkshake." Andy said as the two walked down the street.
Ferris stared at the strange man who stood before him and felt an imediate twinge of fear,.." Employer?" Ferris asked confused.
" Yes you foolish man.." The stranger said " Your employer...whom you've been fetching packages for as of late."
" Oh.." Ferris said " That employer..well..uh...sure..lemme finish my drink and I'll.."
"Now.." The stranger said ..Upon glancing into the mans eyes Ferris knew he'd better listen and rose from the bar..." Jenny" he called to the bartender " You keep my seat...gotta go handle some business."
The bar maid made a dismissive gesture at Ferris and continued to converse with a tall man in a leather jacket.
" Well...lead the way" Ferris slurred following the stranger out of the bar.
There you go Mordoskul..Ferris is now in your hands...but be mindful...lots of cops are on route to Spiders Bar.
Old Murry had spent the better part of the day in the city,several sales had gone better than expected and Murry now had better than five hundred dollars in his worn out jeans pockets.
His hunt for an offering had also gone smoothly,a large goat already staked out in the field...and now Murry felt like celebrating.
He drove his battered VW along the side streets of the city until the shining neon sign of the Pink Pony reflected in his dirty and cracked windshield.
" That's the ticket" Old Murry cackled " Spend me some quality time with a pretty lady or two"
Murry parked his old van and lit up...a few moments later he was stumbling to the entrance of the strip bar singing Light my Fire at the top of his lungs.
Just for fun...I decided to stick old Murry into a "hot spot" as well.
The prey sat there, unaware of the fact that it was being stalked. The hunter could tell from a distance that his prey was warm, the smell incenced the hunter. Before anyone could react the hunter pounced on his prey and began to tear it with his teeth. The prey's juices began to spill down the hunter's chin. The hunter was further frenzied by the taste of his prey and began to bite at it frenetically. The hunter heard someone approaching him and he turned to scare off the new arrival. He roared, bits of meat and spittle flew in the air from the force of the roar.
"What the feth are you doing?" Kara glared at Andy.
"Um, nothing." Andy said as he sat bolt upright and slowly reached for a napkin.
"Well, cut the gak." Kara said while eating her own sandwich.
"Sorry, I really like Arby's" Andy replied as he wiped his face, several other patrons looked at the two as Kara tried to hide her face in embarrasment behind a food tray.
Now, of course this didn't happen, the Arby's dining area closes at about 9:30pm or 10:00 and the two are on foot.
(I forgot to say that my character akways has a backpack on him, so that if he needs to change, he can quickly put his clothes in the bag so he can keep them around. If sounds too stupid just say the word and I'll forget it.)
RP:
Atlas was ready to leave and fill out his mission, when he heard police patrols nearby, and he knew he would have to either kill them, or wait. But, was never patient.
He was ready to change, to show his fury and strength to the weak cops, when he thought better of it. Tha would attract too much attention, and that he did not want. Instead, he extended his claws from his fingers, and waited for his prey.
Soon enough they came around the corner. Two cops, very tense, and quiet. Atlas pounced on the first one, and sliced his neck with his razor charp claws. He turned, his reaction lightning fast, and saw the second cop drawing his gun, a pistol. Atlas swung his legs around, and caught the cop in the shins, and made him buckle. Unfortunately, he had pulled the trigger when he fell and the bullet had scaved his arm. Atlas rised to his feet, kicked the pistol out of the way, and looked down upon his victim, fearful, and tears just starting to roll down his face. He would have an accurate discription of him now, and that Atlas could not allow.
The cop was soon silenced.
*********
Atlas walked away from the alley where he had made his kill, and walked out onto the street foolishly. There were four cops there, each with a flashlight, and a pistol drawn. They had obviously seen the blood on his arm, from the bullet scaving his skin earlier, because they shouted at him.
"Hey!!!"
Atlas turned and ran away back down the alley, and turned a corner, a bullet zoomign trhough the position his head just was.
He could not run away from them, on the ground as there would undoubtedly be more of them, so he decided he would have to make it to the rooftops, and make his escape that way.
He saw a ladder leading up the side of a building, and began to climb it, the shouting of the Policeman getting closer.
He reached the top, and began to run for his life. Nearly all the police around would know of this now.
"So" said the tall brunette wearing a overly tight bikini "You come here often?" she asked with a smile as she bounced up and down on his lap.
Lucas smiled and was about to answer her when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of an all too familiar sight. Stumbling through the front door smelling of BO and weed was the old hippie that had been feeding him in the field near his hideout. He stared at the man as he stumbled his way up to the bar and ordered a drink.
"Friend of yours?" Asked the girl whos name didn't matter who noticed the sudden lack of attention.
"A business associate of sorts."
The girl looked at Lucas, then back at the hippie. She shook her head back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'm not even going to ask." she said.
Lucas suddenly stiffened, and not in a good way. Coming through the front doors were two men. One man was well dressed in what one would call traditional detective attire, while the other was a uniformed beat cop and most likely the other mans backup. The situation had just gone from comfortable to uncomfortable real fast.
"Is there a back door?" he asked pulling a $100 bill from his pocket and shoving it into her hands.
"Yeah it's over there by the stage. Its an employ only entrance though." she said.
"Thank you." he said removing the girl from her perch on his lap and getting quickly to his feet.
"Good luck with nursing school." he said and was walking toward Murry through the crowds.
Murry was sitting with his back to the bar looking at all the eye candy when he suddenly caught sight of the two cops as they waltzed through the place. Cursing under his breath for smelling so obviously like a giant bud he scrambled to his feet and was about to make a break for the door when suddenly he plowed straight into a brick of a man, bouncing slightly off him.
"There you are old friend!" said the man loudly, puzzling old Murry who was about to start protesting when the man put a vice like grip onto his shoulder and started forcing him across the room. "I have been looking all over for you." he said with a smile.
"Listen you, I don't know who the hell you think you are...." he started to say but was quickly silenced with a look from the man that sent an icy chill down his spine.
"Shut up and play along, unless you want to take a trip with out friends over there." he said referring to the two police officers who were eying the place down.
The two men quickly made there way toward the side door. Another beefcake bouncer moved to block the two men.
"Whats that bob? You feel sick?" he said "Well gak son, don't lose it in here" and with that Lucas pushed the man out through the door and into an ally.
"Hey, you can't use that door!" said the bouncer in a stern voice moving toward the closing door.
Lucas moved over and wrapped an arm around the guys shoulder.
"It's ok my friend. Didn't mean any harm by it. My friend over there has had a little to much to drink and I'm sure you can appreciate him not ruining everyone evening by losing it on one of these fine ladies." he said as here pulled a twenty from his pocket and tucked it into the bouncers.
"For any inconvenience this may have caused you." he said and turned to walk away.
Now all he had to do was get out himself.
(OOC: Fitzz, if you want to do a quick RP of the cops that is fine. My Character is trying to lay low and get out.)
She never expected it. She was just out with her friends for a night out and was going home. She couldn't wait to just crash on the coach at the flat. That creature Smashed out of the sewer grating in front of her. She tried to scream, she tried to run, but she couldn't. She was too shocked. And that was all she could remeber. When she awoke again her neck was unbelievably stiff, she was lying in the ground in a sewer. The man had his back turned to her, he was musing over something shiney. Behind her a dirty man was shivering. The man turned to her.
You're awake now, hello. Let me introduce myself, I am Longinus, tha tsniveling wreck over there is Isaac Moon, and you are? Im m m Suzie. what did you do to me I'm sorry about our first encounter, the city is crawling with hunters and patroling cops. You have been embraced with the gift of undeath. NOw you need not rely on food and drink but upon the blood of mortals, you are a demi-god to be feared and worshipped by the herds that roam city streets. But hat must wait for you must learn the traditions, tempermant and control needed to tap into your full potential.
OOC: New NPC as long as the GM allows it
Name: Suzie Fletcher
Race: Vampire
Age: 22
Physical Appearance: 5'10'' Thin, Long blonde hair athletic body
Backgorund: Suzie is a trained beautician. she likes to party at the weekend and during the week worked at a beauty parlour ion the centre opf the city. She used to compete at long-distance running and still likes to keep in shape. (As a side note she has a personallity similar to a Toredor/Daeva if you know VtM/VtR respectivly)
Andy and Kara had been to two fast food places so far and both had their lobbies closed. It was looking like they would have to go back to the truck so they could go through the drive through. They walked around with the crowd, searching for a place to get some food. That's when they saw a few police officers standing near an apartment complex. They wondered what had happened but decided that it would be best to just continue walking.
"Look, over there." Andy said while pointing to a flashing neon sign.
They had found a diner that was still open and went inside, the smell of greasy burgers and other assorted foodstuffs filled their nostrils as they walked in. They looked around, it smelt good and looked clean. Like it was something from the 50's, there was even a jukebox in the far corner.
"What can I get for you two?" the waitress asked, holding a pad of paper.
"Can we get 10 burgers, 5 sides of fries, 4 cokes, and one milkshake? To go?" Andy asked as he pulled out his wallet.
"Sure thing darling," the waitress wrote everything down as the two sat at the counter, "what kind of milkshake would you like?"
"Chocolate if you've got it." Andy said, "How much?"
"63.48, with tax." the register rang as the numbers were punched in.
Andy handed the waitress four 20's and gave her a ten dollar tip.
Pontius led the man into the sewers, ignoring his protests at such environs. The Roman led the mortal back outside, carrying him to the farm house currently occupied by the Opriknikki, Rasputin crucified to the post just as he had left him. The Sage spat curses at him as he passed, and Ferris blanched at the sight.
"Where the feth are you taking me?"
"It is not for you to know, now be silent and no harm will befall you."
"Hell no, man! What the feth are you doing?! Who was the guy nailed to the post?" Foolishly, and shakily, Ferris leveled a gun at Pontius.
"I would not do such things if I were you." Said Pontius quietly.
"If you don't tell me what the feth is going on, I'll waste you!"
"Mortal, I am not in the mood, do not tempt me."
Ferris fired, the bullet blowing through the vampire's chest, failing to phase him. In a swift motion, Pontius grabbed the human's arm, holding it out straight, and delivered a bone-shattering uppercut to the elbow, bending the arm backwards. He then dragged the whimpering humanii inside the farmhouse, into the 'safekeeping' of the Opriknikki.
Pinkerton and several uniforned officers entered Spiders bar and made their way towards the main bar,several patrons eyeing them suspiciously. as they moved through the crowd.
Reaching the bar Pinkerton gestured for the bartenders atention .
" I'm looking for someone Ma'am" Pinkerton said " I wonder if you might be of asistance?"
The bartender poped her gum and stared at the detective " I don't know anybody.." she smilled
Pinkerton rolled his eyes.." Ok Ma'am..we can do this the friendly way...or..I can have my men search your establishment..every inch of your establishment...if you get me" Pinkerton smilled
The bartender frowned " That a threat..?"
" No Ma'am " Pinkerton smiled " It's a gods honest promise ...Up to you."
" Who you looking for.." The woman said
" A Man named Ferris...I belive he's.." Pinkerton started but was cut of by the bartender.
" Billy Ferris ?" she laughed " That piece of gak...what do you want him for ?"
" Conections to several homicides " Pinkerton said flatly.
" What...that looser isn't a killer " The woman laughed " He's a big mouthed drunk"
" Never the less Ma'am " Pinkerton said supressing the urge to choke the woman " Have you seen him ?"
" He just left with some guy " The woman said
Pinkerton felt his blood run cold and pulled the photo of the perp from the station from his jacket shoving it towards the woman " Was this the guy ?"
The woman studied the photo for a moment..." It might be...it kind of looks like the same guy"
" That was him.." a young man in a leather jacket said " I remember the ring..."
Pinkerton turned to the man " Where did they go..how long ago?"
" hell if I know where they went" the man said " But they left about a half hour ago..."
With That Pinkerton was gathering his men " I want you to talk to anyone around this bar...shop keepers,street people...see if anyone saw them...and which way they headed" Pinkerton barked as he grabbed his radio to put out an APB on Ferris.
Old Murry stared at the stranger...something was very familar about this man..but Murry just couldn't put his finger on it...something about his ..eyes...
Suddenly...Old Murry knew who the man was...he dropped to his knees at the mans feet..." I left ya my offerings.." Murry whispered trembleing with fear..."Please...I'll do whatever ya want...my life for you."
Their you go JP...Murry is your to do with what you will.
Ok guys...due to three police officers being killed....the city is about to get really hot really fast...FBI will be ariving shortly...Hunters this means impersination law enforcement is going to be extreamly risky ...it also means that searches are going to get extensive...so all you night feeders had better hide well...or get ready to fight.
A simple walk in the park is what I need, Mushatei thought to herself, as she drove the fatman's car to the central gardens. It was a nice car, a BWM Z4, a rich man's car.
She parked it in a metered spot, and broke the meter, like always. Locking the car, she was thinking about how she could get that ass Ferdinand out of jail. She needed him to do odd ends for her, like get groceries, kill werewolves on her territory, and break the dull cycle of 800 years of living. Now that he was incarcerated, he was no use. She needed to-
"Ma'am? Is this your car?" The policeman had his hand over his weapon, ready to fire.
"Yes, officer. Why do you ask?"
"Well, first, there is blood on the passenger seat, and second, that's the Mayor's car. I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the vehicle."
"Well, I can perfectly explain this. Here, let me get the note he gave me." She began hastily fishing in her purse for "the note"
"Ah. here it is, officer!" The gun flew out of her purse and into her hands. 100 years of practice will do that.
"I'm going to have to ask you to put your weapon down. Do not go for your radio, or I will shoot. I will take the car back to my apartment. There, the mayor will be asleep on my bed. You can take him AFTER me and my son leave. Understand?"
The policeman nodded.
"Good." The bullet pierced his brain going faster than a scramjet.
Now she was on the run. She knew where to go. Empire Prison.
Investigator Collins looked apreciatively at two young women spining around on of the poles on the main stage of the Pink Pony..." Wish my wife could do that" he mumbled to himself before moving through the crowd to locate the clubs owner,what he found was a large man named Carlos,who Collins recognized from several prior prostitution cases he'd been involved with.
Carlos rolled his eyes upon seeing Collins and the uniformed officer aproach ..." I ain't got gak to say...you wanna talk to me..you do it through my lawer." Carlos said
" Now..Now Carlos.." Collins said shaking his head " It's not even like that...I just want to ask you some questions about Sandra Casey."
" Who ?" Carlos replied.
" Sandra Casey...she danced here..until September " Collins said
" Lot of girls dance here.." Carlos smiled " I don't know who your talking about.."
" Here..have a look " Collins said produceing a photo of the woman..
Carlos smiled again " Sandi Sin...oh yeah..I remember her...what about her."
" How close was she to Brianna James ?" Collins asked
" Hey.." Carlos said frowning " Sandi didn't have nothing to do with that...her and Bri was friends...Sandi flipped out when Brianna got killed"
Collins stared at the man
" I'm telling you Mr. Cop " Carlos said " If your trying to pin Brianna's death on Sandi...your barking up the wrong tree."
" What about Sandi's friends ?" Collins asked
" I don't know none of her friends.." Carlos said getting frustrated " Now look...I don't know what ya think ya know...but"
" Just one more question" Collins said producing another photo of the man from the police station " You ever see this man?"
Carlos peered at the photo and shook his head " Don't know him" he said...
" Mind if we ask around..?" Collins asked
" There's a two drink minimum if you wanna stay." Carlos smiled
Collins turned and saw another familar face,Crazy old Nurry...he was with some tough looking guy in leather heading towards the rear exit..." Wonder if old Murry is trying to avoid me" Collins thought and took a step towards the rear exit.
" Sir!!" The officer with Collins called quickly " We just got a call sir...two officers down!"
" What...Jesus christ" Collins said rushing out tohis car,the officer close behind.
Ok...Collins and other officers will be checking out Kais handiwork ...and making the some calls.
JP...Collins noticed you and Old Murry,he's busy ATM...but he was suspicious about Murry and your Char exiting through the rear...
Major NPC Player- Mordoskul
Character- Oliver Lane
Race-Vampire
Physical Description- This eccentric englishman wears clothing taken from a victorian painting, with a beige suit and a black stove-top hat. His razor-sharp features are surrounded by his black hair.
Equipment- Set of flensing knives, revolver with silver bullets, cane.
Backstory- Oliver Lane was born an orphan in the streets of London, he was adopted by a gang of killers and thieves, moulding the small child into a murderer. After his gang was killed by a raging Pontius, Oliver was spared due to his cruelty, and was Embraced by the Roman. Now wandering the world as the goto man for the Covens whenever they need to send a message, Oliver now comes to Empire City as a favor to his sire, Pontius.
Other Info- Oliver has done a great deal of research on the members of Pinkerton's task force, and plans on killing one every night until the Blade is recovered.
Paul Phillips was the first on Oliver's list, his house standing before the slender man in the darkness. Deftly picking the lock, the vampire slid within. Silence and efficiency were his trademarks, and the sleeping wife and child died without a sound, their throats opened by cruel knives. Shortly afterwards, Paul came home, only to find himself wearing a second smile as he dropped to the ground. Dipping his fingers in the officer's blood, he painted the words- "Sanguis Bebimus, Corpus Edimus", then slid back out into the night.
Mordoskul wrote:
Ferris fired, the bullet blowing through the vampire's chest, failing to phase him. In a swift motion, Pontius grabbed the human's arm, holding it out straight, and delivered a bone-shattering uppercut to the elbow, bending the arm backwards. He then dragged the whimpering humanii inside the farmhouse, into the 'safekeeping' of the Opriknikki.
Sorry to say this Mordoskul, but I believe that 'humanii' is the plural form, you want to use 'humanus' for the singular.
Julius Caeser walks into a bar and looks at the bartender.
"I would like a martinus." Caeser says to the bartender.
"Don't you mean martini?" the bartender asks.
"If I wanted more than one I would've asked for them." Caeser replied.
Yeah, I'm cool.
BIC:
Andy was drinking his milkshake when his phone went off again. He stopped for a second and looked at the phone, another text from the hunter network. Andy had lost all surprise from these texts already. It had been the third or fourth he had received since arriving in the city.
"Seems like tonights the night for all the parties." Andy said shaking his head, "Is it always like this around here?"
"Not really." Kara said while looking out of the diner's window at the police standing near the apartment complex's door, "I think a hunter lives there, Maglellen, Majellin, or something."
"Excuse me ma'am, do you know what happened over there?" Kara asked the waitress.
"Something about a shooting, but I'm not sure." the waitress stuck out her lower lip in thought, "They said the guy they arrested was crazy, shouting stuff about werewolves and what not."
"What a loon." Kara agreed with the waitress and waited for her to walk away before talking to Andy, "Yep, a hunter used to live there, but he's probably in jail now."
"What do you guys usually do about that?" Andy asked.
"Bribe the cops." Kara said lowly, "Sometimes the cops owe us a favor for certain things."
"You know what," Andy began, "sometimes I think the only difference between us and the mob is that we go after vamps instead of money."
The cops at the apartment complex began to disperse, some of them jumped in their patrol cars and drove off. Andy and Kara both watched as this happened. Something had caused them to leave their post and it probably wasn't donuts. Andy was busy texting on the phone while Kara continued to watch the drama. Red and blue flashing lights lit the air as they sped off. Andy's phone buzzed shortly after his text was sent.
"We have some options." Andy said as he put his phone back in his pocket.
"About what?" Kara asked.
"Your friend Majello," Andy looked towards the apartment as well, "I told the network about his possible arrest and detainment, they said that bribes were in place and we could pick him up."
Kara mulled the idea over in her head, they had a vamp back at the house and two guys there waiting. Then again there was a hunter in jail.
"We'll take care of the business with Hawthorne first." Kara said, then take care of our friend. The waitress soon produced three large white bags filled with burgers and fries and a drink carrier with three sodas. Andy and Kara took their food and started to walk back to the truck.
"Have you ever heard the joke about the prisoner who escaped from jail and broke into a house with a young couple in it?" Andy asked while smiling.
Above on the roof tops a pair of red eyes tracked Andy and Kara as the exited the cafe, "Hunters" the thing hissed.
As the two climbed into their truck and drove away...it followed.
Ok Nachos...you've got a Vampire (Sindri) stalking your little party now...He's been out hunting Hawthorne and caught his scent...on Andy and Kara...He'll be following you back to were the Hunters are holding Hawthorne.
Pinkerton hung his cars radio back in the cradle...He'd just recieved the message from Collins about the two officers killed..."Jesus" he said rubbing his eyes when the radio sounded again.
...Another Officer down..shot by a young woman driving the Mayors car...Pinkertons jaw dropped.
The report confiemed that the IDC had caught video footage of the shooter and an image appeared on Pinkertons screen...Blurry but at least it was something to go on...Pinkerton radioed HQ and was informed that several officers had gotten a good look at the man who had killed the two policemen earlier as well.
A few questions and Pinkerton surmized this guy was not the same man who'd killed Billy at the station ..." What the feth is going on?" Pinkerton swore to himself.
He ordered his men to sweep the warehouse district..inch by inch,then radio SWAT and search the sewers and every section of this city if need be..." We'll go door to fething door if we have to." Pinkerton shouted driving away.
He returned to the station a few minutes later and entered the rear bullpen..several officers sat mulling over paperwork and sketches ..one glanced up at Pinkerton " We got this composite from the desciptions Taylor and the boys gave us...best we can do for now...
Pinkerton snatched up the drawing along with the photos of the woman in the Mayors car and the man who'd killed Billy..." I want these images on every news program city wide...on the front of every paper...I want all relevent info sent to the FBI and Homeland security and every other damn government alphabet group there is!" Pinkerton roared " I want these lousy cop killers found...and found quickly..."
Pinkerton stormed from the room and into his office...he poured himself a paper cup full of whiskey and downed it at a gulp...He then sat staring at the card that Colt and Vegas had given him...he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
@ Mordoskul,Chowder & Kais....your images are now all over the city news...multiple agencies have them and will investigate dilegently ....plus a city wide man hunt is now in effect....rewards will be offered.
@ Sillyboy & Nachos ...Pinkerton has sent all relevent info to Vegas & Colt...including all of the info Collins got from Sandi...
The air frosted to the panting of his breath, every exhale releasing a stream of water vapour into the night sky. Harris smiled to himself broadly, holding in gloved hands his mug of hot steaming soup, whilst watching the moon, pale as a death shroud break through the cloud line. What a beautiful evening. And what beautiful things were going to happen tonight. Turning his head slightly, he placed his hand in his fiancés, a young woman of only twenty years of age. A ten year age gap may be frowned on by some, but Harris felt a connection with her. He was planning his life around her already. Naive bs, perhaps, but it felt so right. She smiled at him, and leant over to kiss him on the cheek. She was enjoying herself, which was clear. Harris was more of a city dweller, but when she asked if he liked camping, specifically sharing a tent together, he practically jumped on the chance. And now they were in a national park somewhere in Scotland, with a name he couldn’t pronounce for the life of him. Regardless, in her company camping out in the woods almost appealed to him. Yep, tonight was going to be a good one.
Ryan tripped over a fallen branch, crashing heavily into the leaf carpet of the forest floor, a cascade of decomposing mulch fountaining upwards, falling into his rancid greasy hair, pooling in the nooks and crannies on his body. He lay there for several seconds, as if unable to stand, from the pain. A casual observer may find his general appearance worrying. A young man of nineteen, completely naked, and heavily bruised, staggering aimlessly through woodland at night would spark fear and revulsion in even the hardiest of aid workers. It wasn’t just his outwards appearance that caused people to fear; his eyes were penetrating, haunted, as if they had seen such horrors as to prevent sleep for years. His mouth hung half open, in which thick strands of saliva dripped. His torso was emaciated beyond belief, to such an extent that it would be impossible for someone not of a particular constitution to survive. But survive he did, somehow clinging onto life, impossibly, but doing so regardless. A shaft of pale light illuminated the Woodland, and instinctively, Ryans head twisted upwards, watching the moon break the cloud line. An uncontrollable snarl erupted from his lips, and he fell to his knees, holding his chest in apparent agony, as they began to shift and snap as though his body was shifting to accumulate increasingly large organs.
“Hey honey, you going to come into bed?”
Harris turned, looking down at the mat and sleeping bag set out for him. If it were at the end of a hard work day, Harris may be inclined to make a snide comment. But as it was, the only hard thing at the present moment was nestled between his legs. Grinning a toothy grin, Harris began to make his way towards the tent mouth, but he fell short, the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to stand on end.
“Natalie, did you hear that?”
“Hmm? Hear what?” she replied, looking owlishly out into the surrounding dark woodland. Harris shrugged. He heard it again. A twig snapping not far to the left of him. Turning in the direction the sound, he was met with just inky blackness broken up by vast trees breaking through the shadowy darkness. But maybe… just maybe, he could make out a shape. Perhaps.
“Natalie, pass us the flashlight, I think I can see something.” Harris said, the slight tone of fear seeping into his voice. Another snapping twig made his heart skip a beat. Yes, there was a definite darker patch of shade at the edge of the clearing. Natalie passed him the torch, a large halogen Flashbeam, capable of giving enough light to cause small animals to mistake it as the sun rising. Flicking it on, he shone it directly at the position of dark shadow, and burst out laughing.
It was just a small boulder. The darkness had given it the form of some supernatural creature. Harris’s laugh was cut of prematurely; practically halting in mid boom. Instead, he looked down slowly to his chest, and, with certain disbelief of what was happening, watched as his intestines began to roll with the inevitability gravity provides, towards the ground. The flashlight dropped from his limp fingers, slamming to the ground, and revealing the silhouette of something only the darkest of nightmares could produce. He began to gasp, and gurgle, as blood bubbled up freely from his frothing lips. Harris even became vaguely aware that Natalie was shrieking, and he turned with the idea of fleeing from his assailant into the tent with her, but his staggering turn unbalanced him, and he slipped on his own bowels, falling to his knees. And yet he still crawled forwards, trying to get into what he perceived as safety. Natalie, still screaming rushed forwards, and began to zip herself into the tent, closing the only means of escape from Harris. He reached the mouth of the tent, and she could see his bloody hand fumbling with the zipper. Acting in sheer panic, his fiancé kicked out, knocking his hand away from safety time and time again, until suddenly the hand silhouette came back no more, and instead, the sounds of tearing flesh, and snapping bone pervaded the stillness of the night.
And then the tent zipper began to unzip, and the muzzle of a terrible beast, with eyes of coal, and fur stained with gore padded into the tent with Natalie, and the night drew onwards.
Atlas was still running. He had lost the cops 15 minutes ago, and was just near the edge of the city, ready to escape into the woods.
They would have obviously seen him, even though his face was concealed partly by his hood, and would be broadcasting it throughout the city at this moment. Though they did'nt get that much of a good look of his face, so he might not be recognised at first glance. If he laid low from now on he might be able to stay unknown. But for now, he would just have to return to his cave, and think about his next move.
He climbed down the ladder, and dropped silently to the ground. He might be able to do one thing now that could keep them off the scent, and to create more fear and tension.
He walked out of the alleyway silently, and checked the street for movement. There was none. He jogged over to the other side of the street, and came across a small house, that looked completely out of place with all the other tall buildings around. He checked through the window, and saw a young man drinking a bottle of Coke, and watching the TV. Atlas smiled.
The foolish man had left the door unlocked, so Atlas slowly and carefully opened the door, not making a sound. Then he proceedede to the living room door, which was wide open, and walked inside. The man was sitting in a chair facing the same direction Atlas was. This was his chance. He walked slowly towards the chair, and extended his razor sharp claws. He sliced the mans neck from behind, and pushed the mans now limp body onto the floor. The mans eyes were frozen in thier final position, surprpised and shocked. For the sake of overkill, Atlas stabbed the man repeatedly in the chest and stomach, before proceeding to the drag his body out of the room, out of the house, and ontothe street. Atlas continued to drag him until they had got to the other side of the street, and into the dark alleyway. Atlas propped the man up on the muddy wall, and stabbed him twice.
He stood up, and admired his handiwork, before running out of the alleyway, and down the street.
*********
Atlas had made his way to the very edge of the city, and walked into the woods. He turned and looked at the city, oh so beautiful in the moonlight, before turning to run back to his cave.
FITZZ wrote: Above on the roof tops a pair of red eyes tracked Andy and Kara as the exited the cafe, "Hunters" the thing hissed.
As the two climbed into their truck and drove away...it followed.
Ok Nachos...you've got a Vampire (Sindri) stalking your little party now...He's been out hunting Hawthorne and caught his scent...on Andy and Kara...He'll be following you back to were the Hunters are holding Hawthorne.
Fething vampires, first they get the popo all excited, then the werewolves decide to copy them, and then they decide to ruin Andy, Colt, Hawthorne, Kara, and Vegas's party. No fethin sense of common courtesy.
On a side note....all this "cop killing" has really forced me to take some drastic actions...
As far as the Police are aware...three different people have murdered several police officers in the last few hours...one (Mordoskul) is thought to responsible for the rash of murders that has been taking place in the city...
The police department belives that these three people are some how working together and have a city wide dragnet in effect...
Helicopters fill the sky,patroll cars are everywhere,the FBI and other agencies have been called in,the news services are running constant stories and photos,citizens are being urged to remain indoors...and Pinkerton has sent all the information he has access to to Vegas & Colt.
The Hunter Network will also be contacting them and Andy informing all Hunters to " Search and Destroy"...
And leave us not forget,Hawthorne is the prisoner of the Hunters....and who knows what info he may give them...that is if Sindri doesn't show up and kill him first.
OOC: The issue I can see with that is the fact that sillyboy hasn't really been on. Oh wel;, we'll have to see what happens.
BIC: The headlights of the truck illuminated the front of the house and they waited for the garage door to open. Once it did they drove in and parked, not once had they used the front door of the house. The food itself was still warm as the two entered the house and went into the kitchen. They grabbed some plates and carried it all downstairs to the cellar. Hawthorne was whistling while Colt and Vegas sat next to each other and watched him.
"Anything new?" Andy asked Colt and Vegas.
"Nope, he's been whistling the same tune the entire time you were gone." Colt said annoyed.
"Hands behind your back." Andy said as he placed the plate of food in Hawthorne's lap, "Just going to let you know we can't do much about your Sindri friend thanks to the police being everywhere."
"Are you going to uncuff me?" Hawthorne asked while showing his cuffed arms.
"Sure, I guess so." Andy said as he and Kara uncuffed him. Colt sat silent and ate his hamburgers, he wanted to say something but had given up on the idea.
"So, this Sindri fellow," Kara said before taking a bite, "what can we expect from him?"
"He's crazy," Hawthorne began, "he's been a vampire for awhile longer than I, the difference being he just doesn't kill to feed he kills to kill. I used to feed, but that was awhile ago, he still does. Lives in the sewers I think..."
Hawthorne noticed that their attention was elsewhere, and not on the food. Andy saw a blinking yellow light on the electrical panel on the back end of the wall.
"What's that light on for?" Andy asked as he stood up.
"The power's been cut," Kara said while doing the same, "we're on emergency generators now. Someone's in the house and it isn't a run of the mill burglar."
"Its him..." Hawthorne said with some panic in his voice.
"Get him unshackled, everything." Andy told Vegas while he motioned for Colt to get closer to him and Kara. As Vegas removed all of the bonds from Hawthorne; Andy, Colt, and Kara aimed their weapons at the cellar door. The only entrance to the cellar was also the only exit for the group.
"Keep Hawthorne alive," Andy said sternly, "we need his information."
FITZZ wrote: Old Murry stared at the stranger...something was very familar about this man..but Murry just couldn't put his finger on it...something about his ..eyes...
Suddenly...Old Murry knew who the man was...he dropped to his knees at the mans feet..." I left ya my offerings.." Murry whispered trembleing with fear..."Please...I'll do whatever ya want...my life for you."
Their you go JP...Murry is your to do with what you will.
Lucas looked down at the man. He was faced with only two choices at the moment, either kill the man right here right now or use him. He pondered this for a moment before letting a sly smile creep across his face.
The man had uses still yet.
Reaching out, he grabbed hold of the man and pulled him to his feet.
"You know who I am, and you know what I am capable of." he said to the still shaking man who nodded in agreement.
"Excellent. I have big plans for you my friend." he said as they turned and started to walk down the ally into the night. Lucas spoke to the man and verbally gave to him a list of instructions for several tasks that he needed to complete before the nights ending. The man understood his instructions and darted off after accepting a prepay cell phone and disappeared into the crowds of people. He would blend in better then Lucas ever could and would raise much less suspicion from the hunters and police.
Lucas walked across the street just ahead of a patrol car and made his way into a church. Amid the burning candles and faint chanting he made his was across the plush red carpet and seated himself in a back pew. Holy ground was the one place where he knew he was safe. Vampires couldn't physically set foot on its holy grounds, and the hunters considered them too high profile to start anything.
He smiled and closed his eyes, waiting for a phone call from his new puppet.
** Lacky Acquired!** +500 Exp Items Lost: 1 Prepay Cellphone and some cash
Have to ask, does he count as a minor NPC? or is he still a meat shield?
This wednesday i had a major headache (i have a light form of clusterheadache.) and spent the past three days in a silent dark room.
God I hate thes days. But i'm getting better, also my mom decided Dakka Dakka is the devil..... this together with my....
I'll probably will be on monday, if it blows over. Nachos, just do what you want... I trust you.
Good luck to you with the mom part. They can get a bit testy with warhammer and I can't blame them. Young kid playing a game with older guys at times... but if its anything like what I had it should blow over.
BIC Stelek sheathed the ceremonial dagger and sucked at his wrist as the self inflicted wound Heeled over. Swiftly he reassumed his helmet, only those about to die were allowed to see his face.
They had been hard to tail, the hunters had pulled some sneaky tricks in getting to the safehouse. Stelek knew Hawthorne was inside, he had to see him freed, the leak must be exposed and purged, Hawthorne was the key. If the hunters died it would be no great shame, who knows; one might make a fine meal. within a peel of black smoke he transformed into a cruel mastiff and made towards the house.
The now-dog barked viciously at a clumsy car as it lazily droze past, terrifying the children in the back seat. Even the jaded Stelek smiled to himself as he saw their childish terror. Though the vampire was 1400 years old and connoiseur of 10,000 different bloods he did not notice the scuttling form of Sindri as he a similar course towards the Safehouse via the roof tops.
Holy objects ...unless specialy "blessed" or otherwise "bestowed with Holy powers".IE the Blade of Ages....don't affect Vampires.
One could wave a cross in front of a Vamp and it won't stop it...and Vamps could walk into any Church and eat the whole congregation with no problem if the wanted to...
However JP is correct that since a church is considered "Holy Ground" most Vamps wont risk entry since there may be " special precautions " set up against Vamps.
Andy pulled Kara to the floor as the cellar door exploded in a millions shards of wood,peppering the basement bellow.
Colt bellowed loudly as a large splinter of the door struck him in the arm as he quickly covered Vegas......
" What in the..." Andy said staring at the gaping hole where a door had been a moment before..
" He's here.." Hawthorne said,a twinge of fear in his voice...
A maniacal laugh filled the cellar as Sindri emerged from the shadows ,his eyes,burning like coals fixed on Hawthorne..." Traitor" the Vampire spat,a wicked smile spliting his features revealing razor sharp fangs.
" Take him down !" Kara shouted fireing her weapon at the grinning Vampire...or at where he had been..faster than a human eye could follow, Sindri had crossed the room and thrown Kara against the wall with a bone jaring crash...
" Toy with me not Mortals.." the Vampire hissed..." This wretch belongs to me!!"..
Ok folks...you all know the drill...and if you don't...well then...here it is, send me your PMs detailing what actions you want your characters to take,I'll roll for combats and do a write up for all the results.
Oh and Nachos...Kara has been knocked out..I figured four on one were pretty good odds for the Hunters...that is...if Hawthorne doesn't turn on you guys to try to kiss up to Sindri.
Combat results are done, I actually fought the battle out using several minis and a piece of scenery to represent the cellar...quite enjoyed it.
Will post resolutions and write up shortly.
The comfines of the cellar filled with the roar of gunfire as the Three Hunters opened up on the Learing Vampire...
" Fools.." the creature whispered maliciously " Your pitiful weapons will not harm me" it hissed turning to Hawthorne once more " Now you die traitor!!" Sindri roared as he charged .
The Vampires claws slashed through empty air as Hawthorne leapt high overhead ,the effects of the adrenaline he'd ingested amping his powers.
Sindri roared in frustration as his prey landed close to Andy , " A might to slow old friend.." Hawthorne mocked the other Vampire...with a primal scream..Sindri charged again,the tips of his clawed hand slashing into Hawthorne's face.." I'll show you slow...traitor!!" Sindri hissed.
With the speed of a striking snake, Hawthorne grabbed a chair from the cellar floor and shattered it against the wall,with a devils cry..he drove one of the splintered chair legs deep into Sindris chest piercing his heart.
The Vampire stumbled...blood frothing over it's fanged teeth...it's eyes staring madly into Hawthornes face...
" Don't just stand there with your mouths hanging open!!" Colt shouted at Vegas and Andy as he tossed each of them dagger like stakes " Let's send this blood sucker back to hell!!"
The three Hunters charged the injured Vampire,Andy driving his stake deep into it's back...the Vampire threw back it's head and screamend...a gout of blood gushing from it's mouth, It turned to face it's attackers.
" Kill it Colt!!" Andy bellowed as the older Hunter advanced on the thrashing Vampire.
Sindri lifted his head and bared his fangs at the Hunter,grabbing him by the front of his jacket...with Herculian power...the Dying Vampire flung the Hunter across the room,Colts body traveled a flailing arch ...impacting into the stone wall with a sickening crunch.
" No!!" Screamed Vegas upon seeing the limp body of her beloved friend crumple to the floor,she turned a hate filled gaze on Sindri.." You!!..You fething BASTARD!!!" she screamed driving her stake with all of her might deep into the vampires chest...it's sharpened point joining Hawthornes stake and ripping Sindris heart in two...
The Vampire convulsed in a frantic death spasm ....blood pouring from every orifice as it toppled to the cellars stone floor,it's necrotic skin falling from it's bones in gory chunks as it aged centuries in a matter of seconds...
Hawthorne and the Hunters stood transfixed for a moment,watching as the pile of gore slicked bones writhed for a moment and then became still..
" Colt!!" Vegas screamed,rushing to attend to her fallen mentor.
" You must burn the bones" Hawthorne said matter of factly to Andy as he dabbed at the already healing wound on his face.
Andy looked over at the Vampire silently then knelt next to Sindris remains..amongst the scattering of bones,he located a long dagger...engraved with ancient symbols ...and a small leather book,most of it's pages blank...save for a few hastily scibbled names
" He's hurt bad.." Vegas cried from the corner where Colt lay..."We have to get him to a Hospital...now!".
Well...there you have it...first combat phase...went fairly smoothly on my part.
Sindri has been destroyed...but...his bones must be totally burned...or he might be back.
Kara is fine...coming around slowly.
Andy is shaken...but unhurt,he has also located an ancient silver Dagger that is lethal to Werewolves and an address book (more on that later).
Hawthorne has a gash on his face which is healing rapidly and is otherwise unharmed.
Vegas is unharmed...but extreamly concerned about Colt.
....And lastly ...Colt...poor Colt lost two wounds in combat resolution...so...Colt is now unconcious ..fractured skull and a shattered arm,he also is suffering from some internal bleeding and needs medical attention now..
Stelek has witnessed the entire event...but has yet to make his presence known...(you may RP him doing so if you wish)...
Well, I hope everyone enjoyed that as much as I did....
Pontius smiled as he received word from Lane concerning the death of the first officer on the task force. Pontius walked over to the crucified Sage, calmly drawing his gladius. "I'm sorry old friend, but I can't let Pinkerton and his humanii filth extracting any information from you if they find the farm, consider it a service to the Covens what I am about to do." The vampire inserted the iron blade into Rasputin's mouth, slicing out his tongue as a man might cut a strip of bacon, inserting the tongue into his coat pocket for later use. The Sage screamed wordlessly, spitting bloody froth at the pale Roman below him. "The sun will be up soon, and your endless death will begin. Goodbye old friend." Motioning to the Opriknikki, Pontius and the two Russians became birds of carrion, taking to the air and removing themselves from the farm, traveling beyond the borders of Empire City, to seek refuge with the Ordo Dracul.
Meanwhile, at the Pinkerton household, Oliver Lane slipped inside, strolling about inside the empty home, making subtle changes to the furniture, making it obvious to a trained eye that he had been there. He wanted to show the cattle that he could kill him at any time, any where of his choosing. Leaving the house, he ducked again into the blackness, a sick smile playing upon his features.
Atlas walked into the cave which served as his home, and noticed somebody was there. Instinctively, he extended his claws, and prepared to attack the unknown intruder.
"Put those silly toys away. You could hurt somebody, a female said, before revealing herself from under a blanket, in her underwear. She had dark, long, flowing hair, white skin, and beautiful.
"What are you doing here?" Atlas asked, taken back for a moment by the appearance of this young woman, before returning to his usual cold self.
"I wanted to speak to you. You see, I want to help you with what you are doing in the city. You want to inflict fear upon the people of the city. I know a way you can do that, and also make the people that are searching for you fearful as well."
"Stop. How do you know all this?"
"I have been following you, observing your actions, and finding out what kind of a person you are. Also, I know what you are aiming to achieve. Now listen. If we take out somebody quite high in the police department, we can inflict fear and terror upon all."
"Why do you want to help me with what I am doing. I am a monster. You should despise me."
"No. You will find that I am quite like you. I want to make the people of the city feel fear for the same reason as you. Now if we are going to do it, honey, we need to do it now," with that she stood up, and dressed in a some jeans, a top, and a leather jacket.
She walked over and picked up a backpack which was propped up on a wall of the cave. She then went over to exit the cave.
"Coming?"
"Yes. But what is your name?"
"Hmm, what hon? Oh, my name. Where are my manners? It's Rose."
"Call me Atlas. So, who is our target?" Atlas asked, eager to hear the answer.
Player: Shas'ui T'au Kais
NPC Name: Rose Woods
Race/Affiliation: Werewolf
Appearance: Fairly tall, dark hair, white skin, fairly thin and slender body.
Age: 17
Equipment: Her clothes, and a backpack.
Backstory: She lived in a house in the forest, with her father, her mother had died when she was born. Her father hunted every day for food, and she loved him greatly. She wanted to take after him and be a hunter as well, but one day when her father was out hunting, something happened, and he didn't return that day. She wandered out to the woods to search for him, and she eventually found a pile of rotting bones and pieces of flesh. It was her father. Then she was attacked there by a large Werewolf. It left her alive, and she eventually changed into a creature just like it. Now she has to deal with her affliction.
When she saw Atlas, she became interested him, and followed him at a distance. She saw all that he did, and realised she should try and join up with him as he was like her.
Pinkerton hung up his phone and rubbed his eyes,he'd just spoken with Collins who'd informed him of an ongoing pursuit, The Mayors car...the one used in the gunning down of the patrol officer,was currently being followed by a chopper and several squad cars...they expected capture soon.
Collins then went on to inform Pinkerton of yet another Multiple Homicide ...and the crypitic message left at the scene.
Pinkerton entered the phrase into his compute..." "Sanguis Bebimus, Corpus Edimus",....." We Drink the Blood...We Eat the Body"....The Detective stared at the words as they hung on the screen before him..." Three seperate suspects..multiple brutal slayings...ancient weapons...is this some sort of cult?"
Pinkerton rose from his chair,his head ached and he was tired....he needed some sleep...but first he intended to speak with that Casey woman again,she was still in a holding cell at the station,and Pinkerton wasn't buying her little Miss innocent bull gak story.
He quickly washed some asprins down with a shot of whiskey and left his office to speak with the woman.
The vibrating phone is his vest pocket woke him from his slumber in the back of the church. Lucas reached in and pulled out his cell phone and read the message from his new servant on the screen. Smiling to himself, he excused himself from his seat in the now deserted interior and walked quickly to the heavy oak doors and exited the church.
Outside on the steps, old Murry was waiting for him holding a OD green surplus field sack and was looking around nervously. Lucas walked up to him and snatched the canvas bag from his hands and looked inside.
"I did what you asked of me... Everything is there, I swear it." he stammered.
Reaching inside, he pulled a pair of Glock 18's neatly tucked into a concealable carrying rig designed to be worn under a coat/vest. Several mags of ammo were thrown into the bottom of the bag as well with them. Lucas smiled to himself, it was good having a drug dealing lackey who obviously had connections in the underworld. He had a new found respect for his lackey and decided to let him live through the night.
He quickly turned around and walked back into the church, with a astonished Murry looking on wide eyed. He walked over to a large stone stoups in the entrance and quickly making the sign of the cross he quickly dipped and submerged the glocks in holy water before turning and leaving the church once more now carrying his blessed weapons.
He pulled off his vest and quickly donned the heavy stitch concealment holsters on his back. He then pulled two M3X Tactical Lights from a side pocket on the canvas bag and attached them to the pistols before holstering them. He then pulled his vest over the entire setup and shifted back and forth confirming a proper fit. It would be uncomfortable as all hell to sit down for any stretch of time, but his weapons were completely undetectable to the naked eye.
He smiled and chuckled to himself.
"Where did you park the Van?" he asked.
Murry pointed to a side parking lot for the Church.
"Lets go. The night is young and there is much work to be done."
With that the two men loaded up into the van and pulled out of the parking lot and merged onto a main road. Things were going to get interesting indeed.
**Item's Acquired: Blessed Glock 18 x2 with 8 hi cap mags with two attached M3X Tac Lights**
For a quick visual reference... here is something similar to the holster rig I am carrying. Only it fits on a person back, not chest:
Andy was busy pouring gasoline on the bones of the vampire who had attacked them. He needed to hurry so he could get Colt to a hospital. Andy took one final look at the bones before tossing a match on the gasoline. It lit the room above as Andy walked out of the cellar to see Vegas aiding Colt into a vehicle. Hawthorne just stood there watching and Andy wondered why he wasn't doing anything.
"Alright Mr. Hawthorne," Andy approached the vampire from behind, "we need to get out of here, but you owe us some information."
Kara looked around as she climbed into the truck, she was doing much better and should be able to drive. Hawthorne looked at Andy who just motioned towards the truck. Hawthorne climbed into the back of the truck as Andy locked it. The interior of the house began to glow as the fire spread inside, the group watched it from the truck.
"First of all I want you to look through this little book I found and tell me anything you may know about it." Andy said as he buckled up and handed Hawthorne the book he had picked up from that Sindri fellow, "I also want to know why that guy was after you and who may have sent him."
Andy's phone buzzed and he saw that he had a video message on the phone. The crude video showed what looked like a vampire ripping the heart out of a police officer. Andy handed the phone to Hawthorne, "You know who that is?"
Hawthorne squinted as he looked at the phone, "I may... I just have to think about it real quick."
Andy took his phone back as it began to buzz again. It was another message from the network.
"All hunters ordered to pair up and create combat squads. Search and Destroy protocol initiated, CQC gear recommended, NV goggles recommended, flash bangs recommended."
Andy smiled at the message, they could finally go do some work. He was about to tell Kara the news before a phone call came in.
"Hello?" Andy answered.
"Andy, its Danny." Danny called, his voice sounded like it was about to give out, "You guys are going to be squad Echo. Get your arses back here and get your gear, I got more calls to make." With that the line went dead and Andy turned around to look at Hawthorne.
"You had better do some talking fast, we just got orders to search the area and kill anything we see not human." he watched as Hawthorne tried to prevent himself from falling over in the back.
..............
Vegas looked at the truck's headlights in the mirror, it made her feel better knowing that she was being covered. Colt moaned in the seat next to her as she began to pull into the hospital's emergency parking lot. Vegas got out and called for the nearest nurse to help Colt out of the vehicle, the truck pulled into a spot and the trio inside also got out.
It would be the second time that Hawthorne was there and the first time for the rest of them. Colt was rushed into the hospital on a stretcher and an orderlie assured Vegas that he would be taken care of. They sat in the waiting room, Andy watched Hawthorne as he looked at Sindri's book.
Hawthorne informs Andy that what Sindri has written in the book is basicly a "Hit list"...Hawthornes name tops the list,but is followed by the names Musatei Movia,Jason Mirage and several others that are unreadable due to blood smeared on the books pages...the last name Hawthorne can make out on the pages is Pinkerton.
Hawthorne tells Andy that the Dagger he found on Sindri is a weapon forged by vampires over four thousand years ago,it is called " The Beast Flayer",and was created especialy to kill Werewolves ( The weapon doubles the Hunters ST in combat against Werewolves,as well as reducing the Werewolves Sv to 5+)
Hawthorne also tells Andy that he belives the Vampire in the video may be Pontius..of the House of Bruti...an ancient and extreamly powerful Vampire who is by no means to be underestimated
Andy tucks the book away to prevent anyone else from seeing it. The blade itself stayed concealed on his person since they left the house which was most likely still aflame.
"Bruti, Bruti..." Andy thought as they waited more news about Colt, "you mean like Brutus? The 'Et tu Brute' guy?"
Hawthorne looked at Andy and put his face in his palms, "No, Bruti is like their last name. Pontius Bruti."
"So he's named after the guy who crucified Jesus then." Andy was still thinking.
"Close enough." Hawthorne said in disdain.
Andy pulled the book back out and continued to look at the list of people this Sindri fellow was supposed to kill. It was safe to say that most of the people on this list may have been werewolves if the blade was designed to kill them. He wasn't sure about Pinkerton though, Vegas had told Andy that he was just a detective. Musatei just sounded like a werewolf name as did Jason. Andy then began to ponder why Jason sounded like a werewolf name before going to the desk and asking for a phone book. He was hopeful that these names would be in the listings, although he doubted anyone with a roman name would willingly put it anywhere.
"This Pontius guy," Andy said while skimming the listings, "how tough would it be to find him?"
"You can't take him down," Hawthorne almost chuckled, "compared to Pontius the vampire you just killed is a tick."
"Is he in charge of anything around here, businesses, people, etc." Andy asked while Hawthorne thought about it, "Is he maybe the head vamp around here, we kill him all order is gone maybe?"
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Vegas sat in the emergency room away from Andy and Hawthorne who were busy discussing a book. Kara had been sitting next to her for emotional support the entire time. Vegas worried about the damages done to Colt, but also worried about explaining them to the doctors if she was asked. She was going to stick with the 'he was mugged' story she decided in the end. That's when an orderlie came out of the operating room and washed his hands free of the blood from the operation and walked out into the lobby to deliver the news.
OOC:
Okay Fitzz, does Colt live or die?
@Perkustin, sorry if I'm taking too many liberties with your character.
Pinkerton sat in the interigation room staring at the wall,his head still pounding as a duty officer brought Sandra Casey up from the detention area.
Pinkerton glanced at the woman as she entered the room and gestured for her to take a seat across from him,Pinkerton noticed that despite looking somewhat haggard from her obvious crying jags the woman seated across from him was obviously very attractive...she was also obviously scared to death.
" Smoke Sandra?" Pinkerton ashed offering her a pack of cigarettes...the woman nodded and fished out a cigarette with trembleing fingers,Pinkerton lighting it for her.
" I'd like to ask you a few questions Sandra." Pinkerton said
The woman blew out smoke " Sandi..." She said softly " Call me Sandi...no one calls me Sandra except my Mom"
Pinkerton nodded " Ok then...Sandi,I'd like to ask you some questions...is that ok with you?"
Sandi nodded and Pinkerton continued ..." Sandi...when you would meet with Ferris to make your pick ups...was it always at Spiders...or did you meet him at his home?"
" Always Spiders..." Sandi said...her voice shaking.." I told the other officer that.."
" Just trying to get all the facts together Sandi.." Pinkerton said with a smile..." Now...did Ferris ever mention any sort of orginization...or group...a gang maybe"
Sandi shook her head " No...we never spoke much at all...he'd try to hit on me a bit...but I let him know I wasn't in to him...not at all" her face took on a look of disgust.
" So...no mention of any sort of...cult?" Pinkerton prodded .
Again Sandi shook her head..." Never...he'd give me whatever package I was supposed to deliver ...make some stupid comments..I'd shoot him down and then leave."
" So..he sort of had the hots for you?" Pinkerton smilled
Sandi laughed.." That's an understatement ...that creep tried everything to get in my....to get me to go out with him" Sandi shook her head..." Offered me money...drugs..."
" Drugs?" Pinkerton said leaning forward " Ever mention a contact?"
Sandi paused for a moment taking a drag of her cigarette.
" Come on Sandi...the more helpful you are to us...the better things will go for you." Pinkerton offered her a warm smile.
Sandi sighed " He mentioned a guy named Carlos...said he could get good coke from...and some dude named Old Murry ...said he grew the best weed around"
Pinkerton smiled again " I think that's all I need to know right now Sandi....the officer will see you back "
" When do you think I'll be able to get out of here?" Sandi asked..fresh tears spilling from her eyes.
" Won't be to much longer Sandi" Pinkerton said " You just hang in there.."
As Sandi was led away,Pinkerton picked up the phone and dialed quickly " Collins...I want narcotics to run checks for anyone named Carlos tied to cocaine sales...also Old Murry...distribution of marijauna ."
For the moment,Colt is in critical but stable condition..
Internal bleeding has been stopped, arm is shattered but pinned together now and in a huge cast...skull fracture is bad,but no swelling of the brain or bone fragment penetration .
Basicly,unless he's attacked again...he should recover.
I suppose I should add that after Pinkerton finished his conversation with Collins he leaves the Station.
The poor man has been awake for almost 24 hours and though he's anxious to continue the investigation,has decided to head home to get a few hours of sleep.
Atlas and Rose had already entered the city, and were making thier way towards the station, trying not to draw attention.
Atlas had been thinking about his new "partner". She said she was like him. That must mean she was a Werewolf also. But she acts as if she is largely interested in him. Why would that be?
Atlas wiped the thoughts from his head. He should just be happy he has help, and that he should now concentrate on the task at hand. They were getting closer and close to the station. Once they were in there, they would have to be fast. There would not be that many cops in there, as it was night time. But it still wouldn't be easy. Also, they were mostprobably more alert than usual, considering the recent killings. They would ether have to be slow and inconspicuous. Or, they could go in and kill all they see. No, Atlas would have to take a hostage, as that would make it much easier to find thier target. Rose could provide backup for him, or she could take a hostage of her own to increase thier odds of making it through alive.
Atlas had an idea.
"You said you wanted to help, right?" he asked Rose calmly.
"Yes. I did hon," Rose replied, in her usual tone.
"Well then. I have an idea of what you could do."
"What would that be?"
"Once we are in there, you have to create a diversion, in fact, transofmr inside there, it will be hard, but it would make our job a lot easier."
"Hmmm, I'll do that."
"All the cops in there will go to you. The coast will then be clear for me to go in and kill Collins. You return to the cave when you have taken enough. I will meet you there, and with a corpse for us to feed on."
Rose smiled, and nodded. For once, Atlas smiled. This would be over in no time at all.
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Atlas and Rose had made it to the front of the station, and were calmly making thier way inside, not drawing suspicion. They walked into the front of the station, and saw two cops in the room. Atlas nodded to Rose, and they went to pick off thier targets. Atlas grabbed one of them from behind and extended his claws to slit his throat. He released him, and the limp body dropped to the floor just as he heard the slice which meant the other cops' death. Then Rose gave the signal to Atlas, and wished him good luck, before she started to run down one of the corridoors, and disappeared from sight. Now it began.
Atlas sprinted down the other corridoor a minute later when he heard the howls which meant Rose had transformed. He weaved his way through corridorrs, and paced up the stairs, trying to find his target. He encountered one male cop allong the way, and grabbed him before he knew what had happened. He used the cop as a man shield, incase he came across others with guns.
"Say a word, and I will slit your throat," Atlas whispered into the cops ear.
Then he moved on, slowly and calmly this time, looking out for the room of his target. Some time later, he found it. A door which said on it,
"Detective Collins, Chief Investigator."
He had found him.
"Open the door slowly," he whispered to his hostage.
Sure enough, the men held out his hand, and began to open the door. What was in room was a desk, a man sitting behind it, with two officers standing next to him, talking. The man sitting glanced at him, and was instantly shocked.
"Detective Collins I presume."
The man nodded, still surprise by this event.
"Tell your officers to get out of here now," Atlas said strongly, positioning himself on the other side of the door. "Or this unfortunate man will meet his maker," Atlas extended his razor sharp claws, and positioned them right on the cops throat. "I mean, NOW!"
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I presume now the combat will take the form of an event, if I am not mistaken.
Sky looked at the pale face of James, she waited for the moment he would jump out. Declaring it was just a flesh wound. Nothing could stop James, but still here he was in the hospital. She could feel the tears forming behind her eyelids. She pushed them back, 'Crying doesn't help' was one of James sayings. "Ma'am" the voice made her startle. She jumped up and abruptly stopped halfway, her fist hovering a few inches before the doctor's face. She let her hand drop, not even finding the will to apologies. The doctor coughed and gazed at his clipboard. He started listening up what happened. Vegas stopped listening after it came clear that he would live. "How did it happen?" The doctor asked. Vegas flipped her fake FBI ID, "None of your business." The doctor nodded and left the room. Sky watched him go, she knew he was going to inform the police. She couldn't blame, it was his job. She kissed him on the forehead. "I'll come back" she softly whispered. It took all her willpower to pull herself away from the bed.
Sky closed the door behind her. She noticed the Doctor standing at the end off the hall calling. It didn't matter, they wouldn't get an answer out of him. She walked through the grey halls, trying to find Andy and Kara. Her pace started to get higher. That wretched vampire would tell her where she could find others. Blood would spill before the sun rose again.
Yup there will be a combat resolution between Atlas & Rose VS Collins & various police officers.
Since the attack is taking place inside the police station...but it's very late and most on duty cops are out on patrol,I'll add plus 1 cop to every round of combat (to represent Officers hearing the fight and running to investigate)
Police officers will use normal Guardsman stats.
Collins stared at the couple who'd entered his office,the man holding officer Wallace by the throat,the woman smiling...her teeth like those of some wild animal,Collins stammered ...unsure of what he was seeing " Look kids...you don't want to get in any more trouble than you already are...just let the officer go..and we'll talk about this."
" Wrong answer.." Atlas smiled,his teeth growing incredibly long and sharp,his clawed fingers inching nearer to Wallaces throat...
" I mean it kids.."Collins said louder,pressing the allert button under his desk.." Just give this up.."
At that moment one of the officers seated with Collins drew his weapon..." Sir!!" he yelled " That's the man who killed Davis and Wilkes!!"
The room erupted into a blur of mayhem...Atlas tore the screaming Officer in his grips throat out in one swift motion as Officer Adams opened fire,bullets punching into the wall behind the snarling man.
In a blur of motion...Rose leapt across the small office her clawed hands plunging deeply into Adams chest ripping his heart from his body .
Inspector Collins stumbled backwards in horror..."what the feth are they!!" his mind screamed as he drew his pistol and fired..the man..if one could call him that took to bullets to the chest and laughed jumping onto Collins desk and ripping the head from the second officer with a casual swipe of his hand bathing Collins in the mans blood.
" Jesus...what are you!!!" Collins screamed as the two murauders bodies begin to twist and contort,their aces elongating and taking on distinctive canine features...
Collins felt himself swooning as half remembered stories from childhood filled his head...
He was saved from fainting by the sudden roar of Shotguns filling the confines of the office...the blast from the weapons knocking the female across the room.
Atlas glanced quickly at the attacking officers,his jaws opening to reaveal a mouth filled with dagger like fangs...he let out a primal roar and leapt at the officers...
Collins shook his head..this couldn't be happening...what he was thinking wasn't real...these creatures...they simple didn't exist..they were stories...movie monsters...made up...only..here they were..right in front of him,he turned and looked at the woman who was rising from the floor,the inflicted shotgun wounds healing before his eyes...his eyes fell to his desk,to the letter opener his wife had given him...the Silver letter opener...Collins grabbed the blade and charged the female...plungeing the blade deep into her fur covered neck...the beast tossed back it's head and roared in fury and pain.
" Don't like that!!..Do you!!" Collins screamed stabbing the creature again and again...he lifted the blade overhead...intending to drive it into the wolf things heart when an ear splitting roar stopped him cold.
Collins snapped his head to the right and froze...the man...who was now a large wolf had torn several officers to pieces and now glared at Collins with burning hate filled eyes...
Mustering every ounce of courage he could Collins drove the blade deep into the screaming she wolf,snapping it off inside her as he did...seconds later the male wolf was on him,it's clawed hands tearing his body open...spilling his steaming guts onto the floor...Collins screamed in agony pounding at the gaint wolf..." Feth you!!" he bellowed through a mouth full of blood as the creatures jaws closed around his neck tearing Collins head from his body..
Atlas tossed Collins body aside with contempt..he could hear the sound of multiple officers rushing towards the sounds of carnage...his desire to meet them and rend flesh and bone was great...but he quickly grabbed the fallen form of Rose from the blood slicked floor and dove through the window in an explosion of glass.
Seconds later a dozen armend officers burst into the blood splatered room...one rookie turning and vomiting at the ghastly sight that greeted them...
Sergeant Ellis knelt besides the moaning form of officer Hanks..." What the hell happened here son" Ellis asked examining the mans deep wounds..and barking out commands for an ambulance to be called quickly...
The young officer stared at the Sergeant...his face contorted with pain..." Wolves.."he whispered..
" What's that son.." Ellis said leaning closer.." Did you say...Wolves?"
The young Officer nodded before passing out " Yes...sir.." He said " ....Werewolves".
Well...there you have it...Investigator Collins is now dead...along with several other Officers...( Four of which Atlas and Rose killed to gain entrance into the station before taking Wallace hostage and entering Collins office)
Young Officer Hanks is now of course "infected" and will soon be going through some "changes"...He's been transported to Mercy Hospital,the same Hospital that Colt is recuperating in...
Rose received stab wounds from Collins Silver letter opener and the blade is now broken off inside her body,if the blade is not immediately removed...she will die...and even if the blade is removed...she's out of action for a while (at least three days) until her body heals itself.
Atlas recieved no wounds in combat and is fit and fine..
However...when Collins hit the "panic button" the offices CCTV cams started taping ...cops now have clear images of Atlas and Rose...as well as video evidence of the existance of Werewolves.
FITZZ wrote:...as well as video evidence of the existance of Werewolves.
Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
...Yes, I'd say crap is an appropriate response...with solid proof of the existance of Werewolves...and Pinkerton's connection to the Hunters...who knows what sort of ammo the cops may soon be loading up with.
Plus...once the Feds arrive and get a look at the tape...it's going to be open season on Werewolves..
Now of course...there will be a total media blackout...no way will the "powers that be" panic the population by anounceing that Werewolves are stalking Empire City,but the media will continue to display the images of "Wanted and extreamly dangerous susoects."
Isaac handed over the papers he had bought to Longiunus
"City wide manhunt"
All across the city the police are searching for creatures who have been responsible for the recent spate of killings. Reportedly there are mercenaires helping........
Whats that you reading?? Suzie asked,
Just some gak about how messy others are, unlike you or me who can cover our tracks Hmm, they do seem like they've made a right dogs arse of it. it also seems that the 'beats Flayer' is in the hands of these so called 'mercenarie'. My best bet would be that they are hunters so we shouldn't really try to get involved. I'm a little peckish, can we have a quick hunt, please..? You haven't added any trophies recently. I suppose we could grab a quick snack. They burst from the sewers in unison the three hobos caught between them in the alley way barely had time to draw breath.
As they settled back down in the sewers, after longinus updated his trophy rack.
You see, thats what makes us superior. We prey on the edges that won't be missed, other vampires care more for the breeding of the carrier than the fact that all blood is the same. We must get you a weapon though, soon, it is quite messy otherwise.
OOC: have to admit, I am a little turned off that people lack the ability to even remotely control themselves and seem content to constantly harass the npc cops at every turn.
Is it really that hard to rp ANYTHING other then constant cop killing?
To the untrained eye, the sight of a young haggard man walking down a dusty motor way in the middle of nowhere rarely raises suspicion. Hitch-hikers were a common sight on the long road to Empire city, the land of supposed opportunity. Every year untold hundreds of homeless would congregate along main road, and as such, a variety of small businesses had set up shop here, seeking to take advantage of the opportunity opened to them, eager to garner some of the money that could be gained from such dregs of society. A series of Diners, Gas stations and Off-licences sporadically dotted the motor way in an irregular, though carefully planned fashion. Each business had set up several miles between each other to ensure the net flow of people would come to them, as opposed to passing them up for a potential better offer, especially if the better offer was another twenty miles away. However, as of yet, our protagonist, a man in his early twenties, whose attire, from his worn and threadbare jacket, to his shin high cowboy boots, and everything in between, screamed a traveller of the world. The scarf around his neck, Indian in origin, the thick sheepskin gloves tied to his backpack, taken from the Tibetan highlands. Yes, this man had seen more than his fair share of the world.
Ryan looked up, rubbing his eyes of some of the dust a passing car had kicked into his face, and took in the sight of a nearing Diner. He had passed several so far, and he had been intending to carry on going until he got to Empire, but as he got closer to the picturesque, if ugly building, squatting amongst the coarse bracken that clung so defiantly onto life, Ryan found himself wanting a drink of coffee. It didn't even need to be a good one, just something with enough caffeine in it to stave off his... other cravings. That decided it for him. If he began to think about feeding, something he hadn't done to another human being for the last three years of his life, he might start to try and justify it. And when you start to do that, there's no going back. So Ryan left the road, taking a short detour towards the building, his head filled with images of an idealistic place, bereft of disapproving looks, and without people trying to spark up conversation with him. He wanted to be alone, understandably. As he walked through the car park, he took in the various vehicles, pondering to himself how they could possibly work. He'd never learned. He passed a dark Sedan with blacked out windows, and entered into the Diners dusky interior.
It took several seconds for Ryans eyes to adjust to the perceivable gloom within. Had he been a regular eater of human flesh, his eyes would have adapted instantly, but as it was, it took him a while. All the blinds were drawn, and none of the lights were on. But Ryan hadn't been expecting anything better, so he strode over to the bar counter, and sat himself on a stool. His nose cringed involuntarily, as it picked up a distinct, and yet, unfamiliar scent. It was cloying, strong, as if he had inhaled acid vapour, and it was attacking his nostril membrane. But Ryan had had a lot of practice suppressing the Wolfs instincts within. It had never helped to forget what he had done hearing the heart beats of people, nor the smells emitted when they were feeling confident, or scared.
Ryan looked around at the other occupants of the Diner, there were about ten in all, sitting around in a subdued silence of people reflecting upon their own lives.
'suits me fine' thought Ryan, though he did pause and look across to a family of four sitting in the corner of the room. The mother was crying silently to herself, whilst the father, grey faced, stared at his two children with a look of glum disbelief. The children, whose backs were turned to Ryan seemed to be blissfully unaware of their parents condition, being sound asleep, the younger of the two resting her head on the shoulder of her brother. Something started to put Ryan on edge, and yet he couldn't think what. Maybe it was the same expression that everyone seemed to have, maybe it was the persistent smell, but for whatever reason, Ryan didn't like it. Get the coffee and go. That was the plan.
A young Waitress of about twenty came out of the back office, her look of sad resignation on her face (The same as everyone else's in the Diner) twisted into a false, rictus grin, and she quickly strode over to where Ryan was sitting.
"What can I get you Honey?" She said, her smile in complete contrast to the rest of her face. It was as if someone had painted it on. Her eyes seemed to be screaming. Ryan couldn't help but feel the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise.
"A coffee if it ain't to much trouble."
She nodded politely, smile never fading, and turned around to pour him a cup. Ryan looked around again at the occupants of the Diner. He noticed how everyone was very pale, as if they hadn't been out in the sun for a while. It was probably just the fact that the room was so dark. The family in the corner of the room seemed to be even more panicked. The mother was practically moaning. Whatever was the matter, it seemed to be oblivious to the children...
Well since the beginning of the thread i have killed ....... zero. But seeing as Vegas/sky is bent on revenge, things will change...
@fitzz
Pinkie has given information to Sky, but what can they actually do.... Its not like they're going to get a 'get-out-of-jail-free-card', when they're going around killing people.
And especially not if the feds jump in. So i can only give information to Pinkie, if i'm not mistaken.
@ Sillyboy...Pinkerton passed info on to Sky in hopes that she and the others might "covertly" research the situation...and given the fact that Pinkerton is soon going to view the tape...I'm sure he'd be quite receptive to Sky and the Hunters aiding in ridding his city of the "problems"...
@ Ghosty...I like the idea off someone stealing the tape...and..your right,Pinky would do his best to avoid spreading panic in the city...
Pinkerton pulled into his garage and exited his car,the man was exhuasted but his mind was racing...this day had in no doubt been the worst he'd seen in his many years on the force...the city..HIS city...had gone insane,despite what the Casey woman had said...Pinkerton knew some sort of cult was behind the rash of killings...a cult...or something worse...one thing was sure...it was more than one perp.
Pinkerton slid his key into the door and enterd his house...pulling off his jacket and hanging it on a coat rack by the door he froze....his old ball cap was now hung on a closet door knob...not the rack where it had hung for ten years...he glanced about the room...Marys picture was face down...the many honors and awards he'd earned for service had all been rearanged on the wall...his academy photo now hung on a different wall...
Pinkerton felt the hairs on his neck rise ..."someones been in my house" He thought..." Someone...might still be in my house".
He quickly drew his pistol and carefully searched his home...going from room to room..his heart pounding...after a exuastive search...Pinkerton deduced the house was clear...
He cracked open a beer and sipped it..." Someones trying to send me a message.." He muttered to himself..
The phone rang and Pinkerton jumped...curseing he snatched up the phone..." Pinkerton." He said...he stood dumbstruck as he listened to the account of what had happened at the station.." Collins...Dead" Pinkerton said shaking his head...he froze..not beliveing what he heard next..." The tape shows what!?..no..no...I'm on my way back...just..keep the press out...I'll be there in ten minutes"
Pinkerton hung up shaking his head..." That's insane.." he muttered again downing his beer and rushing for his car.
The chase had gone on for near an hour and the fleeing car showed no sign of stopping,several police cruisers with air support had followed the Mayors car for miles and the decision to take the car out had been made...
Up ahead,spike strips were deployed and a squad of heavily armed officers took up firing possistions behind their cars.
" Unit 37...be advised we are prepared to engage at mile marker 18.." the radio crackled..
" 37 Roger...will attempt pit manouver at mile marker 18..out" came the reply..
In the helicopter overhead a police marksmen loaded his rifle then placed his crosshairs on the roof of the speeding car.
That's you Chowderhead....Police behind you...police in front of you,road covered in spike strip and a police sniper flying above...
Sky finaly found the waiting area where kara was looking at a zeven months old magazine, until she noticed Vegas nearing. "Guys, she's here." Andy and Hawthorne lokked up from their discussion. "Everything allright?" Kara asked throwing the magazine on the table. "He'll live." she said. Kara looked at Vegas and didn't like her eyes, there was almost no focus in it. A dead mans look she mused. "God to hear. but our friend here has some information." Vegas eyes started burning when andy mentioned Hawthorne. Kara gestured Andy to continue, as Vegas just kep glaring at the vampire. She took a quick note to never leave her alone with hawrhorne. Andy showed the blade he had taken from the vampire. "This is some kind of über wolf killing blade." Andy said. "Dunno if its true...But at least it something." Vegas pulled the blade from his hands and after studying started to spin it around. Andy nervously looked at her while telling about Pontius. Something in her had changed, he didn't knew if he liked it. She looked more threathening than before. "Lets kill him." Sky said. "Who, we can't walk in unprepared...;We don't even know where he is." "Yes we do." Vegas said as she threw the dagger towards Hawthorne. The blade sliced in the wall just next to his face. He couldnt even respond before Vegas punched him in the face. "Tell me where!" she hissed. "I dunno.." Vegas continued throwing punches in his face. Dark blood started to flow softley as she broke his nose. Kara pulled her from the bleeding Hawthorne, yelling that hawthorne was a dirty bloodsucker. Andy smiled at the crow who gazed at them. "Nothing going on.... My friend has a little bit alcohol in his blood. He felt stupid, when the crowd kept staring. "Feth it." he cursed and helped kara to keep the raving Vegas under control. "He doesn't know..." Kara whispered in the ear of the struggling Vegas. "No he has to..." Vegas said in a broken voice." Kara softened her grip as she started to calm down. "He has to know." She murmeled. Hawthorn raised him from floor, snapping his nose back. He kneeled next to Vegas. "Sorry Gall, but i...don't know." "I don't need symphaty from you" she sneered as she punched him back on the floor. She cleansed her watery eyes as she stood back up. "Okay....what do we do know...." She was interrupted as he cellphone started ringing.
"Hello?" sky asked trying to calm the turmoil in her body. "Its Pinkerton here, you said I should call if something strange happened." Sky looked at her fellow hunters and put it on speakers. "How about two persons who turn into something hairy...." They looked at eachother, Andy raised his shoulders. "The night is still young." "Where?" "The police station" "We'll be there in fifteen minutes." Sky pressed the red phone. "So wolves." Kara simply stated. "Do we got enough silver?" "I've got a entire bag of silver bullets in the car and it seems we are going to test this." Sky said as she pulled the blade out of the wall. "Seems like a plan ... but what about Hawthorne?" "He can rot in hell for all I care" Sky said as she firmly started walking towards the exit, ignoring the gathered crwod still looking at them. "Are you coming?" Andy asked. "Yea,... as long as I don't have to be in the same car as her." he said wiping the dry blood of his face.
Ryan turned back to the counter, and was surprised to find that the young waitress was looking across at him from where she was preparing the coffee. Her appearance was attractive to him. A bit unconventionally beautiful, perhaps, but it didn’t detract from the natural brilliance of her face. It was pristine, fresh, but awfully pale. Her hair was messy and dyed blue, and hadn’t been washed for several days. Ryan pondered on this, why would she, a girl such as herself, not care for her hair? Unless, that is, she hadn’t got off shift for a long time… You couldn’t help hear stories, of places that worked their employees for several days on end. The waitress returned, holding a cup of coffee in her delicate hands, the chipped porcelain cup balanced precariously on a saucer. She put it down in front of him, and backed away, absently rubbing at her neck.
Ryan smiled at her, and then took another glance around the room, before he reached down to pick up the cup. He stopped short, and inhaled deeply. Even with his inner animal kept at bay, his sense of smell was many times stronger than a human beings. The stench of something indescribable was making it difficult to filter out different smells, but the all to familiar tang of blood hung in the back room of the Diner, and he found himself extremely unsettled. Something was definitely wrong here. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes drifted down to the saucer he’d been given. Hastily scribbled on the bottom was a brief desperate message, hidden underneath where he had placed his cup. A warning for him, and just for him.
‘Get out whilst you still can!’
Ryan blinked, and looked up at the Waitress, a look of sheer confusion in his eyes. However, he at least had enough sense not to ask. If the warning required cloak and dagger silence, he doubted blurting out ‘what d’you mean?’ would help the situation in any plausibly way. Her eyes, desperate and scared, turned towards the direction of the door. Ryan, desperate to know more, and feeling an urge to protect the young lady, carefully awakened the wolf within. An urge to feed erupted forwards, and, it took all of Ryans inner strength to keep the beast in check. At first, his body was assailed by the variety of senses long since forgotten. He could hear the heartbeats of ten different people, ranging from his steady rhythmic crescendo, to the frantic and nervous hammering of the women in front of him. She was scared. He could smell things clearly now. Blood, clear and strong, coming from the back room, the stench of fear hung low in the air, the smell of ground coffee beans… And his eyes, now acutely sensitive, picked up details in which he hadn’t seen before. The girls name tag, for example, read ‘Holly’. Ryan stopped, and frowned suddenly. He made a mental headcount, and came to a worrying conclusion. He could hear ten heartbeats, and yet, from his counting, there were twelve people, including himself and Holly, in the room. Two people weren’t alive.
But, as he glanced around the room, everyone was at least active, moing slightly occasionally, coughing, sipping at stone cold coffee-
‘Oh god no’ Ryan thought, as his eyes turned to the family at the back. The two children…
He stood up abruptly; fists clenched, rage pulsing through his body. Holly leant over the counter, and, as if doing something unspeakable, quickly whispered in his ear. Ryan noticed a pair of puncture marks in her neck, and stiffened.
“Please, just leave. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. You can still escape before he comes out the back room.”
“Until who comes out the backroom? Me? Dear, dear Holly, what have I told you about talking to strangers?” came a thin, dry, and yet fruity voice from directly behind the young waitress, who froze in fear. “Next time I think I’ll take more from you, make sure you’re not as feisty…”
Ryan felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise.
The man standing behind Holly was not very tall, nor overly threatening. He was wearing a pinstripe suit, and suede shoes. His face, the colour of dried papyrus, was thin, and his overly large ears and nose accentuated the disproportions of the man. He wore a pair of thick horn rimmed glasses, and his hair was slicked back with grease. In essence, the man looked like a travelling salesmen, and as unthreatening as they come. It was probably the reason for how effective he was at what he did.
However, there was tell tale giveaways for what he truly was, especially to a Werewolf. First and foremost, there was the smell. He reeked of vampire. It was truly disgusting to Ryan, and he gagged. Secondly, the man was breathing by choice, rather than from requirement, and his heart, wasn’t beating. The mans stance, so self assured, so confident, belied untold years of primeval savagery. Suddenly the reason for the Diner being in the dark, with the blinds drawn was abundantly clear.
“Oh! Who’s this then? New…blood?” The vampire said, practically savouring the word. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
Ryan felt the tips of his claws pushing against the calluses at the tips of his fingers. He fought the urge to tear the mans throat out with his teeth. Being so near a vampire put him on edge.
“Why don’t you just sit back down, like a good boy? We need none of this petty defiance, the people here have learnt enough of this folly already, as will dear Holly, oh so very soon.” The man reached across and stroked the young waitress’s cheek, making her cringe, and begin to weep quietly.
“Don’t touch her.”
“Oh? Did you not listen? I said…. Sit.” With that, the vampire stepped forward smartly, and grabbed Ryan by the shoulder, exerting massive force, trying to push him into the seat. Ryan clenched his teeth, which he was acutely aware they were becoming fangs, and tensed his muscles, but he stayed standing. The vampires smile faded slightly, and pushed again, this time with greater strength than before. He was rewarded with a deep snarl erupting from Ryans lips, and pulled his hand back in shock, before he wiped it against his suit with disgust. Holly looked up in pure shock, and stared at the now amber eyes of Ryan with abject terror. Too many monsters were appearing in her life.
“You’re one of…” the vampire began, before he was cut off by a low growl. Ryan, carefully pulled his t-shirt off, and carefully laid it on the Counter. He then began to change. Flesh and skin started to stretch and contort, and the heavy scarring on his back seemed to dance across his flowing muscles, like serpents. Bones cracked and twisted, and visibly the ribs pushed outwards, increasing the size of his thorax, to make way for the larger heart and lungs growing within. Thick fur erupted across his shoulders and down his back, until soon; he was covered from head to toe, with a particularly thick mane. His Patella, elongated, bursting from the base of his back, and quickly becoming a tail. Claws tore through fingertips, and his legs broke in several places, before rejoining in their new, wolf like shape. His face changed too; a long muzzle pushed forwards, and his ears pulled backwards. With a final snarl, Ryan had completely changed, and at this point, Ryan stopped, and the wolf began. It was the curse of staving off human flesh; when Ryan changed, he was no longer in control, and was forced to take a backseat, and let the beast take the reigns. A snarling monster now stood in his place, and it was hungry. But before it fed, it had bigger fish to fry. Its assailant, a vampire was backing away slowly, hissing.
As one, the occupants of the Diner burst out into screaming, and stampeded for the door. Holly jumped the counter with surprising agility, probably given by the adrenaline pumping through her body, and raced out into the blinding sunlight, slamming the door behind her. Immediately the effects of being drained of blood, and being kept in the dark showed themselves. Most of the residents were staggering around aimlessly, unable to see where they’re going. Some were running aimlessly, completely blind. Holly, too, couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, and so, she carefully began to stumble forwards, using her hands as guides. Whenever she heard the sound of the fight ensuing within the Diner, she would cry out in terror; there were two monsters behind her, and she was completely helpless. Feeling her way forwards, she felt the baking heat of a car bonnet, and reasoned that she must be in the car park. She felt her way through, and slowly, her sight began to return. Holly turned, and looked back at the faint outline of the Diner.
A window exploded outwards suddenly and a mass of fur and fang erupted through, locked in a death grip with the vampire. Immediately the effects of the sun was clear. The vampire started to scream in agony, thrashing around, desperately clawing at the Werewolf, and trying to escape the grip, trying to get into the shade. But the beast would not let go, and instead, as if knowing the optimum way of causing the vampire the most pain, the wolf pulled back out of the grip, satisfied with pinning the vampire to the ground, wand watching it burn. Skin started to blister and bubble, and the vampires eyes seems to boil in their sockets. Flesh started to melt away, and thick, sulphurous smoke billowed from the dying monster. A high, piercing scream erupted from the rapidly dissolving lips of the vampire, before his throat was torn out by a swipe of the Werewolfs claws. And then it was over. The vampire turned to ash, and was no more.
But now, now the Werewolf, the werewolf who hadn’t been fed for the last three years, was in control, and there were nine potential meals staggering around. But a sense of recognition overrides the sense of aimless murder, and when the wolf spotted Holly, backing away, it began to pad towards her, it’s great amber eyes fixed on her throat…
@ Kias..In retrospect...killing Collins on route to his car in the parking lot would have proabably proven to be less problematic...even if you'd hung him from the flagpole afterwards...laying siege to the station was bound to have some drawbacks.
@ Chowder...Waiting on RP concerning your actions in the pursuit..
FITZZ wrote:@ Chowder...Waiting on RP concerning your actions in the pursuit..
Part 1 of 2
They had been chasing her for over an hour now, and Mushatei was getting bored. There was no possible way out of the car without being caught. So, as she mulled this over, she pulled out her gun and threw it into the road. No need for that now.
She would need to break Ferdinand out of jail for her scheme to work. So, she did what every jailbird's friend does. She stopped the car, exited it, and went to her knees.
"Get on the ground!" The SWAT officer put the cool steel of a shotgun to the back of her head. "You're going away for a long time, bitch."
"Good. I deserve it." She had her hands zip-tied and she was being led to the back of a large SWAT van, where 10 sweaty men were waiting for her with more firearms.
It took them less than 5 minutes to get her into the prison, and get her into her prison uniform.
"FERDINAND! FERDINAND! Where are you?" She shouted from her cell.
"I'm next to you. What are you doing in here?" Ferdinand sounded scared and malnourished. Good, she thought, less resistance on the escape.
"I'm here to save you, silly!" Then she screamed. Her entire body went limp and she "passed out". When the guards opened the cell door, she wasn't in her cell. Nor was the person in the adjacent cell. The only thing that was left of the mysterious woman was a small patch of fur, a lipstick heart on the mirror, and a man sized hole in the massive concrete wall.
Ferdinand awoke in a small shack. It was the countryside, he could smell it.
"Good morning sugar, would you like some pancakes?" There was an old woman standing at his bedside with a glistening stack of flapjacks, covered in syrup.
"Oh god, yes!" He reached for the pancakes, and the old woman slapped his hand away.
"No pancakes for the bad hunter!" The old woman stormed off furiously.
Now Ferdinand was truly confused. How did this woman know he was a hunter? Where was he? Why was he here? What the f**k is going on?
"Hello, Magellan. Remember me? Of course you don't." Mushatei sat beside the dazed werewolf hunter. "My name is Mushatei, but you know me as the Romanian. My friend is the Aztec, and the old woman is Grandma. You are standing in a building with 3 of the most powerful people in Empire city. I would not go for your weapon."
"You? The Romanian? Impossible. I would have known, my info says that the Romanian is a blond haired, short woman, with... How do I say this... Large mammeries."
"Plastic surgery can do a lot, my little pet...."
OOC: Sorry about the lack of posts, I'm a student, and have little time for Dakka. I'll try to post as often as I can.
'So, they know about the werewolves now right?" Andy said smiling devilishly.
"I guess so." Vegas said as she walked towards her car.
Andy pumped his fist, "All out war on the wolves!" he almost yelled, "But hey we need to do some things first, there's a hunter in jail we need to get which should be easy now seeing as though the popo's on our side, and then we need to get some armor and gear."
"Armor?" Vegas was surprised.
"Yeah," Andy began listing items on his finger, "kevlar helmets, pads, stab vests, flash bangs..."
"Stab vests?" Vegas tilted her head in question.
"Yeah, they're like bulletproof vests except they protect against slashes and stabs instead of bullets." Andy was still smiling, "Oooh, and then I'm going to attach this here blade to my gun like a bayonet!" Andy was truly excited.
"So farm first and then we contact the prison about the hunter's release." Kara started the engine for the truck, "We'll meet you at the farm, but why don't you give that Pinkerton guy a call about our guy? His name is Magellan, like the explorer."
With that Andy, Kara, and Hawthorne drove towards the farm. They began to plan how to get it done without attracting any attention from the other huners to their vampire informant. It was going to be a good day.
ghosty wrote:Incidently, don't you absolutely loathe it when your PC shuts down just as your 500 words into your next post?
-.-
FML
Not sure what your talking about......i'm guessing "writers block?"
The trick is to just walk outside for half an hour, or watch some tv.... and when you come back, you'll probably be refreshed enough to continue. At least thats what i do.
@nachos
Are I tagging along or not... i can't see it in your post.
I'm going to need to get "locations" on all PCs and NPCs...I've got two major events in mind and I need to know exactly where everyone is at...or heading to,in order to properly start the events....
Also,A few bits of information you Wolves might find interesting (well...you Vamps and Hunters as well) The Blade Of Ages is being held in the police evidence locker room..obviously the cops don't know it's true value and simply see it as an expensive mueseum piece that had been stolen.
Also,Matt Crossman (the reporter from the begining of the RP) has learned from his "sources" inside the police dept. of the existance of a very interesting video tape...though he's not been told what's on the tape yet,he's very interested in getting his hands on it...if he does,well...the existance of Werewolves will be all over the news.
Pontius, the two Opriknikki, and Ferris are located in a nearby town, hiding in the chapter house of the Ordo Dracul. Oliver is lurking in the old church in the slums, as is Nero. Rasputin is crucified in a cornfield near an abandoned barn outside the city.
Jacob Canturberry was home early, a rare treat that he always savored. Pushing open the door to his apartment, he hung his coat on the rack before placing his sidearm in a safe behind a picture of his mother. As he made his way to the kitchen to fix himself a snack, he thought about the bizarre rash of killings that he and Pinkerton had been investigating. How could a man tear someone apart? It was impossible by any logic he could think of. As this thought left his brain, he had the feeling of being watched. Jacob turned about, to see a man wearing a beige suit tailored in the Victorian era, a purple crane mask covering his face, an ivory cane across his lap. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about this man was very off-putting. Wishing he had held on to his gun, Jacob asked the stranger. "How the feth did you get into my house?" The figure smiled behind his mask pushing himself up from the leather chair and drawing a slender blade from his cane. "My name is Oliver Lane, and I am here to take your life. Please be civilized and do not struggle, it tends to ruin my clothes." He advanced with superhuman speed, sliding the blade through Jacob's ribs and popping his heart. Satisfied that he was dead, Oliver dipped his fingers in the wound, and daubed the words "Sanguis Bebimus, Corpus Edimus".
Pinkerton sat in his office staring in stunned silence at the video which played before him,he continuely hit the rewind feature...watching again and again as the man and woman who'd attacked Collins and his men took on the form of huge bipedal wolves..." This can't be real" Pinkerton thought to himself as he rewound the tape once again at hit play...but...it was real,the screams..the blood....the fact that Collins and several officers were now laying in the mourge..all proved that somehow...someway ...it was very real..
Pinkerton felt the tethers on his sanity slip just a bit..." Werewolves.." he whispered...
He watched again as Collins fought with the woman..or rather the Wolf that had been the woman...Pinkerton frowned...it appeared Collins had hurt her before the male wolf bit his head off...
Pinkerton rewound the tape again...watching intently as Collins fought the she wolf..." A knife?" Pinkerton thought...rewind..." No.." Realization dawned on the Detective.." Not a knife...his letter opener..his..silver letter opener.."
Pinkertons hand went to the cross and St.Christopher medals around his neck..
Sergeant Ellis knocked on Pinkertons office door and entered ..." Hate to bother you Pinky...but the News guys are driving me crazy for a statement...that Crossman douche from channel 5 in particular...he's been hanging around for an hour now and I'm about ready to shoot him."
Pinkerton nodded " Tell them I'll make an official statement in thirty minutes...and to behave themselves or I'll have them escorted off the property.."
" Got ya Pinky" Ellis replied.." Oh...one more thing...an Investigator Nash from the FBI called...said he'd have field officers here by 6:00 AM"
Pinkerton nodded..." Thanks Ellis.."
The Sergeant left the room...and Pinkerton sat staring at the tape...in the Detectives mind...a plan was taking shape.
OK...Pinkerton is now aware of the existance of Werewolves...furthermore ...he's figured out that silver hurts them.
FITZZ wrote: Pinkerton sat in his office staring in stunned silence at the video which played before him,he continuely hit the rewind feature...watching again and again as the man and woman who'd attacked Collins and his men took on the form of huge bipedal wolves..." This can't be real" Pinkerton thought to himself as he rewound the tape once again at hit play...but...it was real,the screams..the blood....the fact that Collins and several officers were now laying in the mourge..all proved that somehow...someway ...it was very real..
Pinkerton felt the tethers on his sanity slip just a bit..." Werewolves.." he whispered...
He watched again as Collins fought with the woman..or rather the Wolf that had been the woman...Pinkerton frowned...it appeared Collins had hurt her before the male wolf bit his head off...
Pinkerton rewound the tape again...watching intently as Collins fought the she wolf..." A knife?" Pinkerton thought...rewind..." No.." Realization dawned on the Detective.." Not a knife...his letter opener..his..silver letter opener.."
Pinkertons hand went to the cross and St.Christopher medals around his neck..
Sergeant Ellis knocked on Pinkertons office door and entered ..." Hate to bother you Pinky...but the News guys are driving me crazy for a statement...that Crossman douche from channel 5 in particular...he's been hanging around for an hour now and I'm about ready to shoot him."
Pinkerton nodded " Tell them I'll make an official statement in thirty minutes...and to behave themselves or I'll have them escorted off the property.."
" Got ya Pinky" Ellis replied.." Oh...one more thing...an Investigator Nash from the FBI called...said he'd have field officers here by 6:00 AM"
Pinkerton nodded..." Thanks Ellis.."
The Sergeant left the room...and Pinkerton sat staring at the tape...in the Detectives mind...a plan was taking shape.
OK...Pinkerton is now aware of the existance of Werewolves...furthermore ...he's figured out that silver hurts them.
Also...things have the potential to become even more "crap" for the Wolves if Crossman manages to get his hands on a copy of the video tape...
Pinkerton doesn't want to panic the city by showing the tape...Crossman wouldn't have such moral or ethical problems,he'd plaster the airwaves with the images..
I'm really enjoying Oliver's antics...I'm also thinking that when news of this most recent killing reaches Pinkerton he will most likely make the assumption it was another "Werewolf" attack...at least at first.
I'm really enjoying Oliver's antics...I'm also thinking that when news of this most recent killing reaches Pinkerton he will most likely make the assumption it was another "Werewolf" attack...at least at first.
I like this, but wouldn't the kill be too clean? Just a question, why hasn't anyone found the crucified Rasputin yet?
I'm really enjoying Oliver's antics...I'm also thinking that when news of this most recent killing reaches Pinkerton he will most likely make the assumption it was another "Werewolf" attack...at least at first.
I like this, but wouldn't the kill be too clean?
Just a question, why hasn't anyone found the crucified Rasputin yet?
As of yet,most police patrols are focusing on "slum areas" in the city...I planed to have Rasputin being discovered in the AM...keep in mind...it's only been several hours since all hell broke loose...and the police are stretched pretty thin...which is why the FBI and other agencies have been called in.
Now,reguarding Olivers killings...Though Pinkerton may at first assume a "Werewolf" connection,he will of course notice that the MO is very different..and that the victiams haven't been "Torn apart"..
Oh BTW...Game Time is now 4:30 AM...Sunrise starts at 6:00 AM for all you Vamps.
Sorry Chowder , I could have done it much better than how I did, and for that I am sorry. To all other Wolf players as well.
RP:
Atlas paced through the woods, carrying Rose. He had changed back to human form not that long after he had left the station, and now he was rushing back to the cave, so that he could help Rose. He would not have been able to do it back in the city, as due to his foolishness in attacking the station directly, they would no doubt be aware of Werewolves. He cursed himself for this.
As he walked back into his cave, he laid Rose down on the floor, and looked at the wound on her back. Collins had managed to get part of the blade stuck insider her flesh. He would have to get it out now or he may not be able to save her. The thing was, he knew nothing about first aid, as he was never tought it. Atlas knew he would just have to try his best, for Rose.
"Just hang in there," he said before giving her a light kiss on the lips, before he tried to save her life.
No worries Kais..you have to look at things from certian perspectives...and it's entirely within character for a Wolf to become so overcome with blood lust and the thrill of the kill as to not take it's best interest into mind...
Plus Chowder is right...I would have ousted you guys anyway..sooner or later.
@silly, it depends on you. Vegas is invited to follow Andy, Hawthorne, and Kara to the farm compound to get equipped.
Speaking of that;
Andy and Kara are heading to the farm compound which I imagine is in the lower left of the map. Hawthorne is still their 'hostage'.
They plan to load up on the following gear:
Kevlar Helmet, Night Vision Goggles(for the sewers), Stab Proof Armor, Tactical Boots, Dark Blue Uniforms(similar to those used by SWAT), Silencers, and Flashbangs.
Andy plans to take the magic anti-werewolf dagger and make it into a bayonet for his AK-74.
Kara plans to equip a silver dagger.
Hawthorne(pending Pertuskin's returnl) is planning to hide in the truck.
The crusty old van that smelled of cannabis pulled into the parking lot of the police station. Lucas quickly stuffed a few items into a cardboard box careful not to leave any trace that could link him or his lackey to him and pulled a specially modified baseball cap onto his head. The cap had several powerful IR led's on the front of it. The light was invisible to the naked eye, but to security cameras it projected a halo around his head that would block or distort his image beyond recognition.
Exiting the vehicle, he carried the package across the busy parking lot and up the concrete steps into the police station. He didn't need to see the remains of the carnage around him to know that his kind had been here before, for his heightened sense of smell accomplished that for him.
He walked up to a female officer standing behind a portable desk who was obviously the new shift officer and calm yet firmly talked to her.
"Excuse me, but where can I find a detective.... Pinkerton?" he said trying to remember the cops name that he found in the directory.
"He is busy right now. Can I help you with something?" she said on edge.
"Yeah, you can hand him this for me. He is expecting it." He lied.
The girl took the package from him and handed it to a runner who turned and walked off.
"Anything else?" she asked as she turned around to face an empty spot where Lucas used to be standing.
Outside, Lucas was already getting into the van as Murry threw it into gear and proceeded to get the hell out of dodge driving towards the field where the animals were being offered.
** Pinkerton has gained a Package**
(details sent via PM)
Pinkerton rubbed his eyes,the last thing he felt like doing at the moment was dealing with the media..especially that Crossman clown,but he knew he'd have to face the music soon...before that pack of idiots started making up their own stories.
A knock came at his office door...
" Damn it! tell those vultures I'll be out in five minutes." Pinkerton yelled....the door swung open and a scared looking rookie poked his head inside cautiously .." I..I have a package for you sir."
" From who?" Pinkerton asked raising an eyebrow and frowning..
" Doesn't say sir...Judy at the front desk told me to bring it to you" the rookie stammered.
" Well...don't just stand there like an idiot son...bring it here" Pinkerton sighed.
The rookie carried the box to Pinkertons desk and placed it in front of him.
Pinkerton stared at the package...then back up at the young officer.
" Something else you need son?" Pinkerton asked sarcasticly..
" Uh...No..no sir." the officer said looking confused.
"Well then..why don't you get back to whatever important business you were attending to" Pinkerton said rubbing his eyes,his head begining to pound again.
" Oh...yes sir..right sir." The rookie said almost tripping as he exited the office.
" Lord protect that boy" Pinkerton said rolling his eyes and opening the box...
At first,Pinkerton didn't quite know what to make of the contents inside...A cell phone,a small bottle filled with some clear liquid...a sharpened leagth of wood about a foot and a half long..a small box containing ten .45 caliber bullets and a note..Pinkerton unfolded the piece of paper ..writen there were the words " Werewolves ain't the only monsters that go bump in the night."....Pinkerton frowned.."Only Monsters" he muttered...his eyes fell onto the sharpened leagth of wood...." A stake.." Pinkerton whispered...his mind conjuring up images from old Christopher Lee films.
He examined the small bottle of liquid closer...St. Lukes Catholic Church and a small cross were etched onto the glass... "Holy Water..?"...Pinkerton couldn't belive what he was thinking...of course...up until a few hours ago he didn't belive in Werewolves either.
He studied the Bullets closer...Silver...who ever left this package knew about the Werewolves and had provided Pinkerton with a means of defending himself...
"Werewolves ain't the only monsters that go bump in the night." Pinkerton read again..." Vampires?" Pinkerton asked himself...
At the bottom of the note was a phone number...Pinkerton looked at the cell phone that had been packed into the box...he picked it up and dialed.
Holly kept on backing away, her eyes locked onto the amber orbs of the Wolf at all times. The beast was on all fours; low to the ground, ready to jump. A low growl was constantly droning from its throat, as it stalked its prey. Tears in her eyes, Holly saw no escape, no way out of her predicament. And the beast kept closing the distance between them. The backs of her legs bumped into the fencing around the car park, and, unbalanced, Holly fell backwards, sprawling to the ground in an unceremonious heap. And then, with deliberate feral malign intelligence, the Wolf clambered over the fence. Holly tried to back away, but with a bestial roar, pinning her in place with terror, the Werewolf descended upon her in a fury of slashing claws, and terrible fangs.
Holly screamed in agony as five hooked fingertips gouged into her arm, moaned in pain as jaws, impossibly strong, and closed around her shoulder. She squirmed, even vainly tried to push the monster away from her, but the Werewolf sunk its claws in deep, and carried on in its grizzly work. But then over the sound of gnawing and the cracking of her own bones, came another noise.
A gunshot.
The beast on top of her was visibly thrown a metre to her left, crashing to the ground from the impact of a high calibre round striking it square in the chest. Another bullet tore through the air just above Holly, hitting the rising wolf again, knocking it back to the floor. With a feral snarl, it turned, and bounded away into the underbrush.
Holly felt so tired… so very tired. She had lost a lot of blood, judging by the crimson stains growing across her apron, and she hadn’t had very much in her to start with. But she was calm; it didn’t hurt as much anymore. One of her arms was exposed to the bone, her muscle mass pealed back, as one would do to a banana skin, and the glistening white beneath shone in the day light. Her breathing became ragged, and she assumed calmly that her lungs were giving out, after her ribs had caved in from the weight of the wolf on her chest. But finally, the nightmare was over…
But…no! She didn’t want to die, not now, not after surviving so long in the Diner with that…creature…
And Holly began to cry, praying to anyone listening to find her older sister to make things better…
A jeep pulled up next to the young women, and two men stepped out. They were wearing Police Uniform, and had it not been for the equipment they were carrying, you would not have been able to discriminate any difference between them and a genuine cop. however, as previously mentioned, the equipment they were carrying begged to differ otherwise. One was carrying a rifle large enough to stop a charging rhino in its tracks. The other had pulled out a heavy net, made from silver coated wire.
“Hey Mac. Where’d it go?”
“Search me, but wherever it goes, we’ll be able to track it.” Said the presumably named Mac. He broke into a toothy grin, his carefully sculpted moustache wriggling.
“What about the lady?” the other Hunter said, looking down on Holly.
“Leave her. It’ll make for some sport next month.”
OOC: I’m introducing another character here, who still has some development to go through.
Player:- Ghosty
Character-Holly Louise Henderson
Race/affiliation:- Werewolf
Physical Description- 5’7”, thin, but unfit. Heavy scarring on her left shoulder, and right arm. Dyed hair blue. Pretty, in an unconventional way. Several piercings. Aged nineteen.
Equipment:- Wearing her Waitress uniform still, stained with her own blood. She therefore sticks out in a crowd. She has no other equipment at present.
Backstory- Her sister left her alone when she was very young; apparently leaving to seek revenge on one who wronged her father. Holly never truly understood why she left her, and, when she was old enough, travelled west to try to find her sister. Fate however, didn’t smile on her, and she eventually found herself working in a dead end job with no easy route out of it.
Location/resources: Lying outside of the local Diner, bleeding out.
Vehicle: Nothing, she walked to her job every day.
Other info: Is alone, and may possibly die before the Curse of the wolf heals her.
Reminder: This is three days before currant events, but by my next post, or the one afterwards, I’ll be up to scratch with everyone else. I apologise for the lack of posts I’m making.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm, now what? Does Rose heal? Or will you, almighty GM FITZZ decide?
Rose survived the Combat phase with Collins,and so long as you've removed the Silver blade that was left inside her...she will heal...however,she is reduced to one wound and will not completely heal (regain the lost wounds) for two(2) days Game Time.
During this time period she is also at -2 S and T (both in wolf and human form),so keeping her safe from combat would be important...
Officer Aron Hanks woke with a start,a scream barely contained behind his tight lips,his body slick with sweat ...the nightmare images still hung before his eyes...nightmares...yes..had to be.
Hanks laid his head back winceing in pain and took in his surroundings...
A Hospital room..He was laying in a hospital room...bandages covered his midsection and left arm.
So...he had been injured...he thought " Just a dream...wasn't real...was it?"
A young Doctor entered the room ,a sleepy smile on his face..." Ah Mr. Hanks...I see your awake."
Hanks nodded..." What...what happened..?" he asked the Doctor..
The Doctor flipped through his chart..." Says here you were bitten by a ...dog...DR. Killengrew admitted you early this morning..I just came on shift and thought I'd peek in on you.." the Doctor began to exam Hanks..." Any pain...?"
Hanks shook his head..." Not really..."
The Doctor frowned..." Hmm...it says your injuries were quite severe..." he continued study Hanks arm..." But ...this is odd..."
" What...what is it..?" Hanks asked.
" Nothing..." The Doctor said with a small frown staring at his chart..." If you'll excuse me for a moment..." he exited the room before Hanks could say anything.
Hanks lay there staring at the cealing...his mind racing..." What the hell is going on?.." he whispered...Images of teeth...no not teeth...fangs...flashed behind his eyes and he shuddered..
...As he lay trembleing...Officer Hanks was dimly aware of an odor reaching him...an odor he found most unpleasent...and as the minutes past...he found the odor not only to be foul...but..that it made him angry...no...not angry...murderous...somewhere..deep inside Officer Hanks...an urge was growing...a deep dark terrible desire..
What Hanks is smelling is the trace aroma of Sindri on Colt...
sillyboy wrote:Why does everyone wants Colt do die
I don't want Colt to die...I just wanted to add some tension to the RP...the old " Friend in peril " bit...
So now...Will Vegas and the other Hunters discover that a new born Werewolf is laying in the same Hospital...indeed on the same floor..as Colt?...or will Hanks loose control and go after the wounded Hunter before help can arrive?...
Remember...only Pinkerton and a select few (Sergeant Ellis) know that Werewolves attacked Collins and his men...or that Hanks was wounded by one of the Wolves and sent to the Hospital.....the clock is ticking.
Oh and speaking of clocks...Game Time is now 5:30 AM...half hour till sunrise ...
Mordoskul wrote:Can't wait to see Pinkerton's reaction to Rasputin...
Now...IIRC...Rasputin is also a Vampire correct...so he'll be burning up in the sunrise shortly...or..and I'll have to go back and check...wasn't there something about Rasputin being somewhat "Immune" to the effects of the sun?...
Mordoskul wrote:Can't wait to see Pinkerton's reaction to Rasputin...
Now...IIRC...Rasputin is also a Vampire correct...so he'll be burning up in the sunrise shortly...or..and I'll have to go back and check...wasn't there something about Rasputin being somewhat "Immune" to the effects of the sun?...
Yep, the Amulet of Osiris prevents him from being destroyed by sunlight, but he still feels pain from it.
FITZZ wrote: I don't want Colt to die...I just wanted to add some tension to the RP...the old " Friend in peril " bit...
Sure, i believe you. No I don't, its a conspiracy!!!!
..Well..perhaps a small conspiracy...I will admit that I had the idea to place Colt in jepordy at the Hospital from the moment he arrived...I just needed a way to do it...Kais provided that with his attack on the station.
Mordoskul wrote:Can't wait to see Pinkerton's reaction to Rasputin...
Now...IIRC...Rasputin is also a Vampire correct...so he'll be burning up in the sunrise shortly...or..and I'll have to go back and check...wasn't there something about Rasputin being somewhat "Immune" to the effects of the sun?...
Yep, the Amulet of Osiris prevents him from being destroyed by sunlight, but he still feels pain from it.
Thought so...Yes...this will make for an interesting discovery...
FITZZ wrote: ..Well..perhaps a small conspiracy...I will admit that I had the idea to place Colt in jepordy at the Hospital from the moment he arrived...I just needed a way to do it...Kais provided that with his attack on the station.
Small!!?
Lets see ....Fitzz, Kais, Nachos for not saving Colt , perkustin because.... uhm....he's a vampire that's why
So foor guys against silly boy....
*laughs*
"You should have brought two more and it would be an even match." Sillyboy said while he changed into Chuck Norris
FITZZ wrote: ..Well..perhaps a small conspiracy...I will admit that I had the idea to place Colt in jepordy at the Hospital from the moment he arrived...I just needed a way to do it...Kais provided that with his attack on the station.
Small!!?
Lets see ....Fitzz, Kais, Nachos for not saving Colt , perkustin because.... uhm....he's a vampire that's why
So foor guys against silly boy....
*laughs*
"You should have brought two more and it would be an even match." Sillyboy said while he changed into Chuck Norris
.... ...Well see...now that you've transformed into Chuck Norris you should have no problem saving Colt...Chuck Norris could round house kick the fur right off any Werewolf ya know..
It is said the first werewolf was born after he had been bitten by Chuck Norris
BIC:....... Lifeless part 3?.........
Sky listened to Andy’s plan. A detour to the Farm would be a major detour, she craved for action, something to do. “Let’s split up you guys go to the farm and load up, I’ll go to Pinkerton and get the information. After that we’ll meet up.” Kara looked over to Andy who just raised his shoulders. “We’ve got a plan” she said. “Come on Hawthorne the sun will be up soon.” The vampire growled softly as he jumped into the truck. “Sounds like he doesn’t likes to get a tan.” Andy joked. Kara rolled her eyes “Whatever, lets go guys.” Sky watched as they both crawled into the truck and drove off. Sky loathed the little bloodsucker, if it was up to her he would be dead long ago. “Next time.” She thought. As she looked at her backseat. Pinkerton had a confirmed wolf attack on his station. The things were getting unruly. Why would they do this? She didn’t like the fact that she didn’t had a clue. Whatever it was, it was going to be big. She loaded her pistol with silver bullets and pulled out her bulletproof vest, FBI in great white letters on the bank. No one would stop her if she walked in like this. As she pulled it on a car stopped next to her. The occupants awkwardly gazing at her as they saw the white letters. She waved and throw an air kiss before she started the engine and drove off. She leaned over to the cabinet an pulled out a mobile blue light, she placed it on top of the car. Time was short, she pressed the gas pedal down as she swirled through traffic.
It bounded through the thick under brush, barely registering the pain in its back, instead, its only thoughts were to get as far away as possible to allow the human within to take control. Such was the dual life Ryan and the beast led; The wolf, would, if it was unable to find a solution to its current problem, would relinquish its hold over Ryans mind, and he would change back. And similarly, if Ryan could not get out of a situation without violence, his feral side would take over, and sort things out with tooth, and claw. The only fear he had, was that one day, the wolf would not let him back in, and he would end up living the rest of his nights as a mongrel creature, hunting on the edges of civilisation, doomed to eventually be slaughtered like a simple animal that he had become. And the worst part, was that Ryan thought he deserved nothing more.
Upon finding a gentle dip in the ground, giving him enough cover to change back without fear of hunters, the wolf stopped, and reluctantly pulled away from his mind, leaving Ryan free to retake control. Flesh contorted, muscles contracted, bones reshaped. And soon, there was a naked man standing alone in a prairie miles away from any nearby civilisation, apart from back the way he came. And if there were hunters there...
Memories flooded back as to what he had done; brawling with a vampire, murdering it with a strike to it's throat, a fitting end, and... and he had attacked someone. 'Oh god', Ryan thought, 'I tried to feed on that waitress...Holly?'
His stomach felt weirdly full, as if he'd recently fed. Gagging at the thought, Ryan sporadically vomited across the grass at his feet, and, upon seeing blood laced sick, regurgitated more, until he was retching. He then felt to his knees, and wept silently to himself, desperately trying to think if there was anyway she would still be alive. Memories were vague, they always were when he changed; they had a horrible tendency to return crystal clear in his nightmares, and when he awoke, cold and sweating, the taste of the flesh he had torn into was in his mouth...
Focusing on the matter at hand, Ryan focused his thoughts. Perhaps, perhaps she was still alive. He had been mauling her, but he'd been stopped before he tore her open...
He had to check.
And so he ran back the way he came, half crouched, and ready to drop the the floor if he spotted hunters. But they weren't around. They had gone completely in fact, no trace of them ever being there was even present, apart from tire streaks on the ground. And there, lying in a pool of her own blood, was the Waitress. Guilt washed over him, guilt because she was so young, guilt because she had tried to save him, guilt because...because she had been the first women ever to show any affection to him since the...since the change. His hand reached, out, blood still leaking from his torn fingertips, and gently stroked her cold, lifeless cheek.
Or was it?
Upon contact with her skin, he swore he felt her move, ever so slightly. He reached over to check her pulse on her neck, and much to his surprise, he found a pulse, weak, but persistent. Ryan smiled uncontrollably, and wiped tears from his eyes. She was still alive! He then began to analyse the injuries he'd inflicted. They were horrific, but there was hope. But, if she was going to survive, they were going to need to be dressed properly. Having no medical knowledge, past from the occasional removal of bullets from his body, Ryan felt at a loss. What could he possibly do? In all probability, there would be a first aid kit in the Diner, and so he ran back inside, and began to search, grabbing up his clothes on the way.
Hastily dressing, he grabbed up a small white and green satchel, and, after a moments thought, a wash cloth. He ran back outside, and was immediately confronted with a slight change in the air. A wolf was nearby. For a moment, he thought another werewolf was moving in on the area, but, the grim realisation hit him. Holly was going to become like him.
Unable to think of anyway to escape the fact, Ryan focused on the matter at hand. He had to save her first, then worry about the ramifications of his handiwork. Several minutes, and much cursing later, He picked up the unmoving Holly, and, cradled in his arms, he began to walk down the road once again, heading for Empire city. All he needed to do, was get to his destination, and then let things run there course from then onwards.
Pinkerton sat for several moments listening as the phone rang with no answer...he hung up in frustration...
Once again a knock at his office door came and Pinkerton had to fight the urge to throw something...anything...across the room...he took a second and composed himself and slipped on his jacket,placing the items from the package,with the exception of the stake ,into his coat pockets...he walked to the door.
" Pinky.." Sergeant Ellis said with an obvious look of regret.." I'm sorry to keep bothering you...but.."
" I know.." Pinkerton said with a small nod.." Got to feed the vultures.." he slapped Ellis on the back and smiled " Don't worry man..not your fault."
Detective Pinkerton stepped into the Police Station lobby and was imediately rushed by over a dozen reporters,each pushing for posisition and thrusting Microphones and cameras towards the weary Detective,a babble of jumbled questions assualted Pinkerton who simply raised his hand and smiled..." People...we're going to do this fast...and in an orderly fasion...or you can all just get out of my station." The Detective said.
A fresh barrage of questions flowed from the reporters and Pinkerton raised his voice..." If you think I'm joking...please...try me.." he paused for a moment..a look of stern determination on his face until the gaggle of reporters were quiet.
" Now...I'll make my statement...then I'll call on you...one at a time ..and briefly answer some questions.." Pinkerton said..
" At aproximantly 3:00 AM this morning,an incident occured at this station involving several officers and persons as of yet unknown" Pinkerton began " During the incident...an altercation took place between the individuals and several officers...resulting in multiple fatalities.." Pinkerton swallowed.." Five Police officers were numbered amongst those killed." ....A babble went through the group of reporters and Pinkerton raised his hand for silence...
" It is this departments belife that one or more of the suspects was also slain...but that ...at least one ...possibley more..remain at large." Pinkerton continued.." Special Investigators from the FBI and other agencies have been called in to assist this Department with the ongoing search and investigation..."
" For now...we are advising citizens to be extreamly cautious..." Pinkerton frowned.." Now..I'll answer a few questions.."
Matt Crossmans hand shot up and Pinkerton ignored it ..calling instead on a pretty young woman.
" Could we have the names of the murdered officers?" the woman asked..
" No" Pinkerton said " All names are being held pending notification of next of kin..."
" What about injured officers..?" she added
" Again...No" Pinkerton said " Though rest assured our injured are recieving the best of care..."
Crossmans hand flapped in the air like an injured bird...Again Pinkerton ignored it.
" Does the Department feel there is a link between this attack and the previous murders that have been taking place?" a young man asked.
" We feel they may be some connections...but the situation remains under investigation." Pinkerton replied..
" How about the speculations that some sort of cult is involved..?" the man asked..
" Still under investigation." Pinkerton answered.
Crossman ..weary of being ignored blurted out his question.." What about rummours of a vidoe tape of the attack on your men showing something...quite odd...supernatural even?" he yelled.
Pinkerton glared at Crossman.." You've been watching to many movies" He replied.." We have a video of the suspects...still being analyzied.."
"But.." Crossman continued..
" No more questions.." Pinkerton said holding up his hands.." You will all recieve photos of various suspects to run with your stories...now please excuse me..."
Pinkerton turned and walked off as the reporters shouted more questions towards his back.
He entered his office and lay his head on his desk...a moment later he dozed.
" Pinky"..Sergeant Ellis called shaking the Detective..." Pinky.."
Pinkerton opened his eyes and blinked at the man.." Huh..what?"
" Sorry to wake you Pinky...But..."Ellis paused.
" What is it..?" Pinkerton asked rubbing his eyes..
" A very odd call just came through...something about a man on a cross out by an old barn...screaming.." Ellis said.
Pinkerton shook his head " What?...we got a location..?"
" Yes sir.." Ellis replied
" C'mon...your with me...have a Patrol unit meet us there." Pinkerton said
" On it Pinky " Ellis said leaving the office..
Pinkerton gulped down a mug of luke warm coffe and rose from his desk...picking up the wooden stake as he did.
...Yes,I went back and re-read the RP concerning Rasputin...though I doubt Pinkerton will even think about questioning the form he's going to find when he reaches the field by the barn..
Oh...and Rasputians screams are less shrieks and more guteral cries of pure agony...
Longinus thrust a pile of 20s and 50s at Issac.
Take this and later when i'm asleep go out into the city and get us somethings:
Several Newspapers, I want to see the officall coverage the police allow the public to see.
Buy a SUV, I am growing tired of being stuck in these dingy sewers all the time.
Also try and get a weapon or two for the little lady, she doesn't know it but sometimes its good to have backup when supernatural strength fails you. Isaac sucried away from his master sanctums rembering his masters instructions
OOC; At 11AM (Game Time) Issac will attempt to get a SUV, a few mewspapers and a pistol or two for Suzie.
Pinkerton stood in an open field just outside the Empire City limits,around him three officers,Sergeant Ellis among them stared up at the form afixed to the cross...their mouths hanging open in disbelife.
Pinkerton felt all sense of sanity washing away as he watched the form on the cross twist and writhe...a constant howl of agony emmiting from it's fanged and dripping mouth.
If the images Pinkerton had witnessed on the video tape had threatened his sanity...then what he was seeing now was sure to drive him to madness...
A man...no...surely this was no man ..had been fastened to this cross...cruel spikes driven into it's feet and hands...it's tounge torn from it's mouth...this alone had driven his men to speachless horror...but what held Pinkerton transfixed was what the rays of the early morning sun were doing to this...this thing.
Pinkerton watched as the thrashing creatures skin blistered and burned...running like a bloody tallow from it's face and limbs...only to heal and reform and begin to burn again...and again...the creatures eyes fixed on Pinkerton...almost pleading..and Pinkerton felt himself swoon as the orbs disolved and boiled in their sockets and ran down the creatures blistered and burning face...only to reform once more whole and in anguish staring at him.
" Jesus Christ.." Ellis said stumbleing back and covering his eyes with his hand.." What is it Pinky...what is it what is it WHAT THE HELL IS IT!!!"
The creature threw it's head back and wailed...a gout of blood flying from it's mouth as it's face burned and fell off again...
A young officer...who'd gone the color of ash dropped to his knees and begin to pray...the creatures head snapped towards the man and a long hiss issued from it's ruined yet reforming throat...the man collapsed to the grass in a faint.
" What are we going to do sir.." the other officer asked in a trembleing voice..Pinkerton noting with a touch of crazed amusement that the officer had wet his uniform trousers...
Pinkerton uttered a long howling laugh..." Do?...why my young friend...we're going to kill it.."
Pinkerton turned to Ellis..who was still muttering to himself and looked the man dead in the face..." Pull it together..now!!"
Ellis stared blankly at Pinkerton...who procceded to back hand the Sergeant in the face,rocking his head back..." Ellis!!..God Damn it!!...get it together."
Ellis nodded.." Ok Pinky...ok." the man gasped.
" You and patrolman piss pants push that cross over...I want that thing on the ground." Pinkerton ordered.
" You what..?" Ellis said in disbelife.
" Just do it.." Pinkerton said as he opened the trunk of his car and removed the wooden stake from the package he'd recieved earlier..
Ellis and the patrolman aproached the cross...the howling figure glaring at them as they did..." I..I cant do this.." the officer said weakly..his face even paler than before.
" Yes...we can do it.." Ellis said with false courage.." Just...push.."
The creatures spasms became more violent as the two men pushed at the base of the cross trying to tip it over...hunks of bloody liquid flesh raining down on them as they shoved and grunted.
The young officer was noisely sick as a piece of what had been the creatures face fell onto his hands.
" Keep pushing son." Pinkerton yelled joining them..."it's going to give.."
With a loud crack,the crosses support snapped and the cross twisted in air..plumeting to the ground.
The creature howled...a noise straight from hell as it lay face up into the burning sun...
In a flash,Pinkerton charged the prone figure...the wooden stake held high overhead...and with one herculien thrust..drove the sharpened leagth of wood deep into the monsters heart...
Unleashing one last undualating wail...the creature convulsed ...and was still.
Pinkerton rose to his feet...his knees shaking...he looked at Ellis who had the look of a man who'd just seen hell.
" Get that thing off the cross...wrap it in some blankets and put it in the trunk of my car.." Pinkerton said..
"...And exactly were are we going to take a ...Vampire?" Ellis said laughing a high crazy laugh.
" You let me worry about that.." Pinkerton said leaning against his car...
Pinkerton had seen to the bundleing and binding of the vampires corpse and along with Ellis,placed it in the trunk of his car.
He'd sent the two young officers home for the day,perhaps the week and cautioned them both not to discuss what they'd witnessed with anyone.
Nowmdriving back towards the City with Ellis,Pinkerton sat quietly..
Finally...after some internal debate..Ellis spoke.." Really..?" the Sergeant laughed..." Pinky...did that really just happen...do we really have a ...a ..a fething vampire in the trunk of the car?"
Pinkerton nodded and smiled at his old friend.." That we do man...that we do.."
Ellis laughed again..." Jesus,Mary and Joseph ...so..Empire city is under some sort of attack from a bunch of late show movie monsters?" Ellis shook his head.." Christ I need a drink."
Pinkerton Laughed " Reach under your seat...I always keep a bottle...strictly for medicinal reasons."
Ellis fished underneath Pinkertons car seat and came up with a half full bottle of whiskey...he spun the cap off and downed a massive belt.
" Better?" Pinkerton asked.
" All kinds of better.." Ellis sighed.." So...what do we do now?"
" First..I want to get Dracula her to some people I know." Pinkerton said " I think they may know a bit about this sort of thing...in fact..I'm sure they do."
" And then..?" Ellis asked.
" Well..." Pinkerton said fishing one of the Silver .45 rounds from his pocket " If you still have your reloading set up..I thought we might make a few more like this.."
Ellis took the bullet from Pinkerton and examined it.." Yeah..yeah...we could do that...hell,I have a whole box full of my ex wifes Silver serving pieces.."
" You holding a lot of tea partys Ellis ?" Pinkerton said with a snort.
" No.." Ellis laughed " I kept it just to spite her...looks like it will be more usefull than she ever was."
Pinkerton smiled and took a pull from the whiskey bottle himself.." No doubt...I remember your ex..."
Ellis burst out laughing and snatched the bottle from Pinkerton.." She had a great body...that's all I'm saying."
Pinkerton nodded as Ellis took another huge swig from the bottle,feeling the madness that had threatened slipping away,he picked up his cell phone and dialed.
OK, Pinkerton and Ellis have the staked body of Rasputian in the trunk of his car (Rasputian is NOT dead...he's been staked and is simply paralized...though the cops think he's dead),Pinkerton is calling Vegas to tell her what they've found and is on route to Ellis' home to make some more Silver bullets..
Meanwhile...back at the Hospital,Officer Hanks is growing more and more restless...the scent (The smell of Vamps on Colt) is begining to make him think some very...very..violent thoughts...
Most of the hunters were gone, they had already been dispatched to the city on S&D missions according to the list Andy had found on Sindri. So far nothing was turning up; that Masuthai, or was it Massanutten, had been listed but wasn't home. The Jason fellow wasn't listed at all and they already knew about Pinkerton. From what he could gather Pontius was in charge of the vampires in the city, Sindri and Hawthorne had both been pawns, or at least the only pawns they knew of in the city.
They were trying to kill Hawthorne because he was relatively useless and some wolves in the city so they could feed without competition. The daylight would stop vampire action for some time so the two thought it would be best to rest. Danny knew of Hawthorne so he would keep an eye on him while they slept for a couple of hours.
..............
After some time Hawthorne was locked in the cellar where the sun didn't shine, Andy and Kara had their gear ready, and they were both in their respective beds napping. Danny leaned against the wall next to the cellar and listened to Hawthorne complain.
"Its for the best that you stay out of the sun." Danny said around a bottle of whisky.
"I told you, I can't die from the sun because I haven't drunk any blood for thirty years." Hawthorne almost yelled through the door.
Danny smiled as he swirled the whisky in the bottle around, "Arrogant English prick," Danny thought, "thinks he's all that even when he's locked in a basement."
Officer Aron Hanks was loosing his mind...he was sure of it...each time he closed his eyes..the most horrific visions came to him,dreams of a brutality Hanks never imagined...fantasies of pulling screaming people apart...tearing into their bodies with tooth and nail..devouring their insides as the pleaded for mercy,Hanks shuddered..he felt revultion rise inside him...but even more...he felt desire.
" What's happening to me?!" He cried out to his empty hospital room..and that smell...that God damned smell...Hanks felt he would die if he didn't locate it's source and destroy it...rend it...murder it.
The young man leapt from his bed and rushed to the small bathroom in his room...vomiting a gout of gore as he reached it.
He sank to the floor and rested his head against the cool porcielin bowl..." Jesus...what's happening to me?" he wept..feeling more and more of his sanity slipping away.
Hanks is starting to loose control ..I estimate an hour or so before he Wolfs out and runs amok in the Hospital...leaving a bloody path of victiams all the way to a recouperating Colt.
(OOC: I would have thought by now that Pinky would have put 2+2 together and figured out that his injured officer, who was attacked by a werewolf, might be "infected". Looks like I need to take matters into my own hands. )
"Damn." Said Lucas as he flipped through an early edition of the paper that was laying on the floor of the Van. "Take the next exit and had back to the city." he said. In his pocket, the cell phone vibrated, but he was so drawn into the paper that he missed the call.
Murry shrugged and turned the wheel and speed up the off ramp.
"Any particular destination?" he asked
"The Hospital." he said. Lucas had been around long enough to spot trouble brewing from a mile away. And the survivor of the attack who was taken to the hospital would most certainly need a closer examination from someone more qualified in these areas.
The van speed down the road passing cars as it went. At their current speed, they were about 15min away from the hospital and already Lucas had a plan formed in his head.
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. This can't end well. 
, perkustin because.... uhm....he's a vampire that's why