Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Uhhh, wait, Nachos, I could swear that egas had already went over to you at the end of the event...
... and I did say that my crew (Carl and Kes) would speak to you briefly about what is going on...
You did say that didn't you...
Well, apparently Andy was far to upset about Wendy being snatched to discuss much of anything (especially with people he doesn't know).
Perhaps Vegas would have spoken to Carl and Kes, but given the fact she tried to blow Dez's head off...I doubt she'd have anything "good" to say to them....
Might be best if they just tried to locate Dez.
EDIT:...Oh and keep in mind that Dez has been approached by Varro.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:@ Halo, Suzie has had no contact with Pontius, ever not even in Empire City
Oh, that should make everything much, much easier although it brings into question why Suzie would want to capture Wendy seeing as though it was Pontius who killed your other guy in the last RP.
I will work on my RP though seeing as though I wasn't exactly focused on the other characters at the moment.
...That's possiable as well...
None the less...Wendy is in a vehicle with both an operative of Suzie and an operative of Pontius...so she's definatly in deep gak.
Okies, unless things go badly wrong tonight, I should have my last 'pre' post up shortly-ish. Also plan on doing a short reaction post to the messenger.
On a side note, I have no idea if my new Avatar (ignoring the fact shes a drow) and rank title, have anything to do with whats in my head for Scarlett.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Okies, unless things go badly wrong tonight, I should have my last 'pre' post up shortly-ish. Also plan on doing a short reaction post to the messenger.
On a side note, I have no idea if my new Avatar (ignoring the fact shes a drow) and rank title, have anything to do with whats in my head for Scarlett.
Looking forward to your post MDS...
As another side note, strange how one becomes attached to others avatars...I didn't "recognize" you for a moment.
...Star lay in her bed chambers staring up at the plaster of the high ceilings ...her mind racing.
For over a half a year she'd been held by these...people...these things..and now they'd taken her child from her...proclaiming it some sort of Werewolf savior.
The woman sat up on her bed, her hands running quickly through her hair.. she began to tremble..
It had been over six months ago since she'd been...cursed..by that bitch Amanda...more than half a year since this nightmare had begun..
Amanda had turned her...and several others into what she was now...forced her to kill..no...Amanda hadn't forced her to kill...the thing inside her did, but Amanda had caused her to be what she now was..
She had been drug along with the pack...used as a sexual toy by Amanda and the others...though she had to admit...like the killing and feasting ..she found the fething intoxicating as well..
Before Amanda had died, she and Natasha had lured a huge wolf into their midst, a giant specimen of lycanthropic rage...
Star had gone to him willingly...
and the child was concieved....
Star had been taken from America...taken from all that she knew...drug to this god forsaken guilded prison where she was now held.
The wolves around her had fed her well...seen to her well bieng...ensured she was healthy..
That bitch Margo had hovered over her day and night...cooing about how she carried the Pure Blood...from which the Great Wolf would come...
And then the child had come...and was taken from her...
Since then she'd been largely ignored...a single guard at her door...cold platters or meat tossed to her three times a day..
Only when they brought the child in to feed did they notice her at all...
Natasha would rave about the child...going on and on about prophecy and the coming time of Lycan domination..
Star shook her head...they were all fething insane...like a bunch of Nazi's or something...raving about a Werewolf master race that would deccend from her child..
" I have to get out of here" Star whispered " I have to get us out of here..but how.."
Star waited...and plotted...
Opertunity presented itself soon enough...
Margo and a lone guard brought the child to her for it's early morning feeding, over the past few days, Star had allowed Margo to believe she was docile and complacent in her situation, accepting her possistion as " The Mother of Prophecy" or whatever crazy titled they'd bestowed upon her...
When Margo and the guard entered her chambers,Star smiled and greeted them...making pleasent conversation as she allowed the babe to nurse...
When Star was certian the moment was right...when the guard stared boredly out of her window yawning...she struck..her claws nearly decapitating the surprised wolf.
Margo uttered a startled shriek...turning to raise the alarm...but Star was much faster than the old woman...she was upon her in seconds...tearing the crones throat out with a single violent slash of her claws.
Star looked around the blood covered room..." No turning back now.." she said slipping quickly out of her gore drenched nightgown and pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt..
She rapidly bundled up her child, holding it close and softly kissing it's head..." We're getting out of this crazy house.." she soothed.
Quickly she locked and baricaded her bedroom door...knowing others would come to check on the child shortly...she then carefully slid her window open and cautiously looked around...
It was still very early...barely five AM...only a few guards patrolling the mansion grounds...she hoped.
Slipping out of the window and on to the roof she crept silently to the edge...she was near the rear fence...gauging the distance...she lept ...
In seconds she had cleared the rear gate and was moving as fast as she could through the woods beyond...
Her heart pounded in her chest as her ears strained to pick up the sounds of pursuit...so far...no one followed.
Moments later she emerged on a small country roadway...deserted in the early morning..save for a single loan motorist.
Franticly Star waved at the approaching vehicle...praying it wasn't any of Natasha's agents...
The car came to a halt and the face of a tired looking man appeared in the driver window...
" Are you ok Miss?" the motorist asked with some concern..
" My car broke down...my baby and I are stranded out here.." Star replied putting on her best "lady in distress" act.
" Well then" the man said opening his door " I'll give you a ride and we'll get your car taken care off."
Star smiled.." Thank you so much" she said climbing into the car..
The man nodded and drove on, " Nice looking boy..." he said
Star nodded.
" So...where's your car now?" the man asked.
Star turned...her eyes narrow...her fangs exposed.." I'm sitting in it." she laughed.
" Dear lord!!" the man screamed hitting the brakes and trying to exit the vehicle.
With lightning speed,Star reached out and snapped the mans neck..
She quickly hid the body in the treeline and moments later was driving towards Prague, her hand resting on the sleeping baby in the seat besides her.
I think we can say that the hunters will bemaking a trip to 'The Rack' to at least drop off a blood eagle for them to enjoy and maybe stick to their fridge.
Carl and Kes tried to talk to the other Hunters,but due to Andy being more concerned with Wendy amd Vegas not giving a gak about what they had to say...they decided to go look for Dez...
Then...Andy.Vegas and the rest of the Hunters took the surviving ghoul to a "safe house" blah..blah ..blah, information a bout "The Rack"...lungs cut out ...onward and upward..
Meanwhile...Wendy is with Issac and Smalls...either being brought to Pontius...which is what Smalls would want to do...or ...somewhere else...
Chowderhead wrote:Hey FITZZ, Me and Ghosty are ready for an event, Methinks.
Get to writing! We need to have a way for SWAT to meet the Ghosy-mobile.
Huh??...Is that a plan betwixed you and ghosty?...
I was waiting (lot of waiting going on here) for you and ghosty to do some sort of RP's for an event set up..
The wheels screeched as the jaguar pulled out into the streets, the hunters inside mostly eager to do some sort of damage to the supernaturals. The ghoul had been wrapped up in garbage bags and sat in the trunk of the vehicle, Andy hoped it wouldn't mess up the presentation of what he had done and he hoped it would send a message to the bitch who had Wendy abducted.
"Suzie," Andy thought to himself as the wind rushed into the open window of the car, "I'm going to cut you into little vampire pieces."
"She won't die immediately," Andy's thoughts battled.
"That's a good thing." a sadistic thought added in, "I can flay her alive then and maybe she won't pass out."
His smile returned and it began to seem that he only smiled when something like that flashed across his mind.
"And that's just for abducting her, if she has her killed or anything else." his thoughts paused for a second, "It'll be much worse."
Miranda looked over at Andy and saw him smiling as he stared out at the road ahead of the car, "What are you smiling about?"
"Nothing important right now, how much further?"
"About twenty minutes seeing as though traffic isn't that bad right now."
"Right," Andy's smile vanished almost instantly, "we get there and we look for the car. If we can't see it we find out where it went. Too bad we don't have the police on our side like in Empire, they could help look for it."
"Too bad this isn't Empire City then," Miranda shrugged, "but its starting to feel like Empire City."
"Yeah, but they started attacking us a lot earlier this time."
"I think the vampires are attacking the Network directly." Miranda passed a slower truck, "Why else would Katz be dead? Next thing we know our command network is down and we won't be able to get any support."
"We'll get to Pontius before then." Andy said and returned to his thoughts, he had never seen Pontius, but he would enjoy making sure he never saw him again.
Berserksteve wrote:Well I'm still confused on the state of the hunters. I was thinking Sven would go off with Andy.
I was confused too, I guess Wild's character'r ran off somewhere and I usually don't like to control people's characters if I can help it. Luckily the Jaguar can seat four people and I said "hunters" to be vague just in case.
@Fitzz, can the car be like the magic school bus and it just turned into a van? Either way, I'm hoping for a car chase of some sort.
Berserksteve wrote:Well I'm still confused on the state of the hunters. I was thinking Sven would go off with Andy.
I was confused too, I guess Wild's character'r ran off somewhere and I usually don't like to control people's characters if I can help it. Luckily the Jaguar can seat four people and I said "hunters" to be vague just in case.
@Fitzz, can the car be like the magic school bus and it just turned into a van? Either way, I'm hoping for a car chase of some sort.
Meh, I suppose it could be a different Van...I guess there is more than one van in the world.
Olivia walked slowly through the penthouse as Scarlett called it, she was still lost in this new world, this new body. The sort white cloth over her shoulders warded her from the alien feel of the world, the hood raised over her brow a shield to hide under while she tried to fit in.
She paused and looked through the clear wall to her left, raising her hand to touch the glass. So clear, so strong she mused as she thumped her closed hand against the huge window. Looking down into the strange looking roads stretching around the huge building she stood within, it was like some kind of crystal castle. Staring at the flashing lights all around, she could see the bizarre horseless vehicles moving up and down the vast roadway. While from her vantage point high above the streets, the humans swarmed along the streets. Mortals seemed in such a damned rush in these bright candle nights.
"I see you are struggling with the grandeur of it." Nero stated as he leant against the wall by the door she had been heading towards.
"It seems so chaotic." She said softly.
"Yes, I felt the same when I was first back in the world, so much has changed. I would have hardly given the mortals such credit." Nero smiled as he watched a man fighting with another over the affections of a scantidily dressed woman at the entrance of the Rain below.
"How did you adjust?"
Nero looked over to her and gave a slight smile.
"The same way I always do, find those who know the world, let them guide me for a bit while I learn. This place has changed beyond anything I remember, their knowledge, this sorcery they call technology has catapulted them into a future, people of my time dared not dream of. Yet among all this advancement, all this supposed power, they are still the same, weak, fleshy mortals they always where.
"Elizabeth is your guide?"
He nodded and leant on the rail that ran halfway along the glass corridor. He watched more people spilling out into the streets from the hotel opposite, looking for fun and a good time in the city of Sin.
"She's a determined girl, you should have seen how hard she worked to get you back. Possibly the best decision I made was picking her out of that burning chamber."
Olivia glanced at him, and raised an eyebrow as she pondered those words.
"Thats a bold act for one of the damned, but there must be something more you gain out of all this?" She said turning fully toward him with a slight frown.
Nero was slightly taken aback, but did his best not to show it, she was forthright this one, not shy from asking direct questions. He looked her up and down, already she had collected a white hooded robe split at the waist, and wore some kind of leggings underneath. The red Nike running trainers sorta ruined the look, but he wasn't going to tell her.
"It's complicated, but I do not seek to do her harm."
"I'm not sure I am convinced, the last time a Kindred came to us promising friendship, I ended up as dust and Elizabeth nearly dead, and then running every night since."
"That was Lilith." Nero muttered.
Olivia stared at him with surprise and slight alarm.
"Victoria?"
"Yes, she was much more than she appeared, and you should feel no shame for your death at her hand."
Olivia paused, and her eyes narrowed as she gazed into the city.
"That's why she wants me back."
Nero pulled out a cigarette and lit it as he watched the young woman staring out into the night sky, he could see the dark thoughts in her eyes. The doubt of why Scarlett had saved her from Oblivion, for a measly sixteen hours Olivia had been granted some misconception of love through the ages. Taking a long puff, he paused and then headed back to the door.
"It's not the only reason, but I won't lie to you Olivia, it was a factor."
Olivia didn't turn, but nodded her head ruefully, a wound was there, perhaps an old one, perhaps something they had struggled over before Nero thought.
"Thirty two." She added softly.
Nero looked back with a thoughtful gaze.
"That all, I would have guessed more for a city so bountiful in prey."
"So she told you, well my gift doesn't lie to me, the sight is pure, I can see them, the dark shades stalking the city. Thirty two Kindred live in this city, not including ourselves."
Nero nodded as he looked upon her, he had used a couple of sources to look into the number in the city, his sources had insisted there where only twenty nine. Truly this girls gift was remarkable.
"And you sensed Lilith?"
"When she was close enough, I sensed Victoria before." Olivia stopped thinking back to an ancient town in England. "It was I who lead us to her, to find out who she was, a mistake that has caused us nothing but pain."
Nero dropped the cigarette butt and crushed it under his heel as he stroked his chin in wonderment at such a gift.
"Well a good few centuries have passed Olivia, and this time, I am hopefulthe gift will allow you to make amends for that fateful decision."
Lifting her head, she looked over her shoulder at him, his dark smile, something about it was warm, even with the sinister light.
"You're a sneaky one" she mused.
"My dear, I can but try."
Major NPC: Olivia
note - will fill this in tomorrow, as I'm knackered now.
... " WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE!!!" Natasha screamed into the face of the trembling guard who'd been unfortunate enough to discover the slain bodies of Margo and her guard and the open window in the Birth Mothers room.
" S-s-she who bred the Pure Blood your majesty..." the guard stammered " She has slain Margo the caretaker...and one of her guards...she.."
" SHUT UP YOU BABBLING IDIOT!!!" Natasha bellowed smashing the cowering wolf with the back of her hand...
" Was there signs of struggle?" Lukos asked the guard.." Any signs that the Birth Mother had been abducted?"
" I..I don't know my Lord" the guard said cringing ..." I ...don't think so...just the bodies...It appears the Birth Mother took the child and left through a window.."
" INCOMPETENT FOOL!!" Natasha roared " DID YOU NOT HEAR THE STRUGGLE!!!?" she picked the wolf up and slung him into the stone wall , shattering his ribs..
" NO!!..I heard nothing my Queen!!" The guard bleated sliding to the floor..." Please...it was a routine feeding...I had no reason to.."
Natasha kicked the wolf in the face smashing half his teeth to powder.." SHUT UP!!"
She whirled, facing Lukos..." This is no coincedence ...no random escape...she must be attempting to locate the Pure Bloods Father...somehow...she must have known he was near.."
"My Queen.." Lukos said softly.." How could she know...she's been sequesterd away for months...she barely went outside."
" SOMEHOW SHE KNEW!!" Natasha screamed " Perhaps one of these fools told her.." she said kicking the wolf at her feet in the ribs cuasing him to wail with pain.
Lukos bowed his head,not wanting to argue the point..." As you say."
" I want her and the Pure Blood found Lukos...tear the city apart if you must...rip out a thousand throats if you have to...but find them!!" Natasha said, her rage now a whirl wind.
Lukos bowed again " As you command"
" ...And make it known...I want extreame caution used...no guns...no shooting around the Pure Blood.." The Queen ordered..." Take them however is needed...but no harm can come to the child..."
" Yes my Queen" Lukos said..."
" My...My Queen...I am sorry if I failed you" the bleeding wolf on the floor choked..." Forgive me..please."
Natasha bent facing the Guard...a soft smile on her face...she ran her hand through the mans hair...then drove her claws into his chest..." Your forgiven" she whispered as she tore his heart free and devoured it.
Just in case there's any questions...Natasha has ordered no gunfire be used in apprehending Star or anyone with her..for the safety of the Pure Blood...
However...tranquilizer darts, cattle prods, silver daggers/swords/nets...etc are all still viable.
BIC: Andy had been thinking the same old evil, malevolent thoughts he had been thinking when his shenanigans senses went wild. He instantly grabbed the wheel from Miranda's hand and the tire's squeeled as the car made an abrupt 180 degree trun.
"What the he..." Miranda began to say until Andy cut her off.
"Nothing to worry about, I have an idea!" Andy continued to steer the vehicle while Miranda kept her foot on the pedal, he saw a woman in a car with an infant and pulled up along side it. The woman in the car began to snarl as she saw Andy, trying to sit on the edge of the window with a weapon extended from his hand. Andy fired and killed the she-wolf and watched the car crash into a ditch.
"Pull over!" Andy yelled to Miranda as he climbed back inside the window. The car screeched to a halt as the dust kicked up by the speeding vehicles began to settle. Andy was out of the car faster than a cat in a rocking chair factory and he immediately began searching the crashed car.
"Ah ha!" Andy shouted as he pulled a baby out of the car and began to wave it around in the air like a rag doll.
"What the feth Andy!" Vegas and Miranda both shouted in unison.
"Watch this!" Andy said excitedly as he pulled out duct tape and began to strap the baby to his chest, the baby facing outward.
"Did you just tape a baby to yourself?" Miranda placed a palm over her face.
"Yes." Andy smiled triumphantly, "Hit name is Bulletproof Vest Bruss Esquire, he is my new bulletproof vest."
"Wait, how did you get Esquire?" Vegas asked.
"He comes from a long line of Bulletproof Vests." Andy stated matter-of-factly.
Vegas also face-palmed with Miranda as Andy got back into his seat and buckled up.
..........
"The wolves are shooting at us!" Sven shouted over the din of gunfire.
"Yeah no gak," Vegas agreed, "hey! Why aren't they shooting at Andy?"
"Told you! Its my new bulletproof vest!" Andy shouted as he flexed his arms.
"Is he wearing the pure blood as a vest?" Lukos asked Natasha who glared at Andy as he began to pelvic thrust in time with his own gun shots.
"Yes, and I'm none too happy with it." Natasha growled as she rolled up her sleeves.
"Oh crap." Andy said as he saw Natasha go wolf and begin to charge him. Andy booked it out of a door and Natasha followed close after. Andy reemerged from a different door and went into another. A second later Natasha came out and went into different door, the scene continued until Natasha decided to stand still in the middle of the hallway and closelined Andy.
"Stop being silly." Natasha said as she looked down at Andy and tried to pry the baby from his chest.
"Good luck with that, that's two ply duct tape there." Andy mocked as he kicked the wolf in the shin. Natasha howled and grabbed her shin as Andy disappeared into a room to start the process over again. Shortly after the door shattered as Andy was thrown through it, the baby still attached to his chest. Ryan walked out of the room and saw Natasha, who had recovered and was trying feverishly to get the baby off of Andy again.
"Let go of my son!" Ryan spat at Natasha
"He's mine!" Natasha yelled back.
"You killed my father!" Andy shouted back.
"Wh-what the hell are you talking about?" Ryan said bewildered.
"Oh, I thought you were talking to me." Andy said, "Nevermind."
Judge Judy then broke through the ceiling and grabbed Andy, Natasha, and Ryan and brought them into a magic courtroom that had TV cameras everywhere.
"The court now calls into question the custody of Andy Bruss!" Judge Judy began.
"Actually, your honor, its about the baby strapped to my chest and I really don't want..." Andy said from the evidence table.
"Oh be quiet." Judge Judy said, "Whoever gets the child gets you too."
"Wait, why's that?" Andy asked as he glanced over at the two wolves, both of them glared at Andy.
"Because you taped the thing to your chest." Judge Judy said, "Whichever one gets the kid gets to rip off your head or whatever you kids do now and days."
30 minutes later.
Ryan walked out of the courtroom, holding Andy under his arm with the baby still attached to his chest. A man with a microphone came up to him and began to ask him questions, "So as the plaintiff, how does it feel now that you have custody?"
"It feels good you know." Ryan nodded, "I feel like justice has been done today but i knew she would side with me after hearing the story and looking at the facts.
As Ryan began to walk away Andy kicked and shouted, "Vegas! Miranda! Somebody help me, come on! I promise not to strap anything to myself anymore! Vegas, come on, I promise not to say anything about the coffee anymore! Come on somebody!"
His voice faded as they rounded the corner and Natasha came out of the courtroom to be asked the same question.
"So Natasha, how do you feel about the verdict?"
"I can't believe it, sure he's the biological father but he was never there for Star you know." Natasha shook her head, "It's a pity that she had to focus on the DNA test and none of the contextual factors in the situation. I plan to appeal the decision."
"Well, good luck to you with that." the reporter said as Natasha walked away. He turned to face the camera, "Well folks it just goes to show you, that if you strap a baby to your chest make sure you know who it belongs to. That's all we have for 'The People's Court"."
Oh dear lord...Nachos..you seriously just about killed me with that...absolutely hysterical ..
And...keeping with the previous RP...you now get one free save.
WARORK93 wrote:OMG Nachos, I just about died laughing....
fether made soda go out my nose.....
@ Fitzz awwwww, why you gotta play favorites?
You have to be careful while drinking anything and reading Nachos post...I gak you not I've choked several times and my keyboard is totally jacked up from beer and soda hitting it.
Oh...and the "Nachos gets a save" thing started in the previous Blood Moon RP...not trying to play favorites.
WARORK93 wrote:OMG Nachos, I just about died laughing....
fether made soda go out my nose.....
@ Fitzz awwwww, why you gotta play favorites?
You have to be careful while drinking anything and reading Nachos post...I gak you not I've choked several times and my keyboard is totally jacked up from beer and soda hitting it.
Oh...and the "Nachos gets a save" thing started in the previous Blood Moon RP...not trying to play favorites.
Yeah, if only someone had told me beforehand
Meh, don't really care, was just pickin at you, he can have all the saves he wants, it wont help him in the end.
WARORK93 wrote:OMG Nachos, I just about died laughing....
fether made soda go out my nose.....
@ Fitzz awwwww, why you gotta play favorites?
You have to be careful while drinking anything and reading Nachos post...I gak you not I've choked several times and my keyboard is totally jacked up from beer and soda hitting it.
Oh...and the "Nachos gets a save" thing started in the previous Blood Moon RP...not trying to play favorites.
Yeah, if only someone had told me beforehand
Meh, don't really care, was just pickin at you, he can have all the saves he wants, it wont help him in the end.
That's true...Andy has a Vampire Lord and a Giant Werewolf both wanting to slap his ass off ( not to mention all the others who want Andy's blood)...I could give Nachos a bucket full of free saves and Andy will still probably die a hideous death.
FITZZ wrote: That's true...Andy has a Vampire Lord and a Giant Werewolf both wanting to slap his ass off ( not to mention all the others who want Andy's blood)...I could give Nachos a bucket full of free saves and Andy will still probably die a hideous death.
Oh what fun! You hear that Halo? better get writing more comedy if you want to live!
Ah the blessings of a new character, and not having to worry about having a mortal enemy.............yet..........
of course there are those trackers and I doubt Natasha's gonna be happy when her and Harlow meet face to face....excuse me while I go meditate on that
FITZZ wrote: That's true...Andy has a Vampire Lord and a Giant Werewolf both wanting to slap his ass off ( not to mention all the others who want Andy's blood)...I could give Nachos a bucket full of free saves and Andy will still probably die a hideous death.
Oh what fun! You hear that Halo? better get writing more comedy if you want to live!
Ah the blessings of a new character, and not having to worry about having a mortal enemy.............yet..........
of course there are those trackers and I doubt Natasha's gonna be happy when her and Harlow meet face to face....excuse me while I go meditate on that
What's odd is that in every RP that I recall being in with Nachos he always ...and I mean always ends up with a "Mortal Enemy"...it's like fething clockwork.." Unkillable Ninja type character...check", "Moody Emo character...Check", " Fitzz playing some sort of degenerate -Check"...." Someone trying to kill Nachos-check and double check"... ...I just don't get it...I mean Nachos is just so lovable...but he attracts vendetas and blood feuds like a magnet.
Dude. As I began to read it I thought he was being serious. Bit of a mindfuck I can tell you. I think the most surreal part was the whole "Good luck with that, that's two ply duct tape there." And incidently, I think Nachos makes so many feuds because he talks trash about everyone all the time!
IC: The Van came to a slowing stop at the traffic lights, the lights glowing blood red, perhaps a grim Precursor of Empire City, and the Blood Moon, a dire portent of what may come to pass in Prague. Ryan shifted slightly in his seat, and looked out onto the sidewalks with little interest, watching the passers by going about their lives, lives he used to envy. Conversation had died in the van after the sighting of Tommy Rawhide. Holly had taken upon herself the journal, but not before Ryan had discretely removed the pages about his son, and was reading up upon the ancient legend of the creature, her mouth opening and closing with disbelief several times during the journey. Lisa was getting some rest in the back, understandably. With an exasperated sigh to himself, Ryan decided he would try to treat the newest addition to the pack right. He had not turned her, and for a long time, felt no responsibility for her. Harsh, he knew, but he just didn't believe it had mattered. Of course, now seeing the extent of her devotion to him, to the pack, he realized he should have treated her better. He should have treated Holly with more respect too. She had been there for him so much, and he had never repaid her. With the inner confidence of a man compelled to do the right thing, Ryan vowed that he would find the nearest Flower Kiosk, and the nearest Beauty Salon, and pay his debt to her in the nicest way he could think of.Treat them like humans, as opposed to Werewolves, if just for a night, to show he cared. Ryan blinked, and looked back at the road. The lights were Green, so Ryan revved the engine and drove into inner city Prague. It was rush hour, and so for several times during the journey, Ryan had time to ponder over the various things in life he had let pass him by, and soon his thoughts strayed back to his son. A little child, conceived by him and... who? Ryan could not for the life of him remember which female had given birth to his offspring. It hadn't said in the journal, that would be too perfect. No, it had just mentioned her as 'She who bred the Pureblood.' Blasted Werewolves. Ryan the noticed something that made his heart skip a beat. A pair of Police Officers, heavy set, for humans, and with impressive, and long flowing black Mustaches, were peering at him from across the street with curiosity. One of them, eyes still locked on him, pulled up his Walkie Talkie (Could not think of the proper name for them. Feel like a fool.) and began talking rapidly into it. Ryan tensed, ready to fight, but then something occurred that could only be seen as a miracle in his eyes. Seemingly new orders came in to the Police about an occurrence somewhere in the city that required all hands on deck. With what looked to be reluctance, the two men clambered into their Police Car, and pulled off into the road, heading away from a stunned Ryan. He kept on driving slowly, abiding to all laws, trying to keep an air of nonchalance to it as he moved through the city. However, it didn't stop him keeping all his senses on alert for even the slightest scent of Police. Any at all, and Ryan was prepared to break cover. Thankfully however, whatever distraction had caused the Police to gather en masse, Ryan was not the cause, and he managed to escape into a particularly large and sprawling Industrial Estate.
Holly glanced up at her surroundings, and frowned. "I thought we could have... you know, gone somewhere a bit flashier after all this time on the road."
"Change of plans, sorry 'bout this." Ryan said, eyes still glued to the road.
Holly sighed. "You really know how to treat a girl. So what's the matter this time?"
"I think someone is keeping an eye on us."
Holly rubbed her eyes. "Y'know medically that can be called paranoia."
"Look. Remember in Empire? Remember how the Police sided up with the hunters readily? What's to say the haven't done that here. I mean, these guys have so many more high profile monsters running around in the woods that I would hardly be surprised that the armed forces here don't pack Silver Bullets and Blessed stakes when they get called out. All I'm saying is I think someone may have tipped the police off about me in some way, and I know that they won't bother us the further we are from the center of Prague. Can you just trust me on this, for once?"
Holly sighed again. "Paranoia really doesn't suit you." But she said nothing more on the matter after that. They meandered their way through the dingy streets for several more minutes, before they eventually settled on a quiet looking, and more importantly abandoned, corner of an indescript Warehouse, and reversed into the adjacent alley, cloaking their vehicle in the looming shadow of the building, hiding them almost completely from sight. Ryan clambered free from the vehicle, stretching liberally, and taking the time to let himself focus in on his new surroundings. Holly jumped out next to him, and kicked a dented beer can with one foot reproachfully.
"Nice. Real Nice."
Ryan shot her a dark look, and padded off on his own into the back streets of Prague, a bloody minded plan already forming.
OOC: Off for Breakfast. I'll post the second segment when I get back. Hopefully it'll tie some ends together, and, with a bit of creative thievery of someones character, should help get things off the ground.
Vukojevic was attentively cleaning a glass when the two ghouls burst through the doors.
what the feth do you guys think you're doing?
Disputatio debemus unum. (We must speak to the one)
Attende modo illa excussus (Be careful she has just woken)
Ushuring the two ghouls through he threw a cheeky smile to the bars only customers, two old men in the corner playing chess muttering to each other.
In the back
Domina grave nos nuntius noster septem occidi generis una hospitalis capitur. (Mistress, we have grave news, seven of our kind were killed at the hospital and one was captured.)
Quid venatorem et Isaac? (And what of the HUnter and ISaac?)
Vidi illum in currum eam. Nescimus uerant vel eum ducebat eam. (I saw him go into a car with her. We don't know where it took him or who controlled it.)
relinquendi Quod autem voluntas vampyrus cruciatibus Bruss si captus est. Discant et loci convenerunt. (i must leave now, that ghoul will of been tortured if it is Bruss who captured him. They will learn of this place and come here.)
As Suzie walked out he told everyone else to stay there, she climbed onto her motorbike and started to drive, where whe didn't know, but she ahd to drive for as long as she could to take her mind of all the gak happening,
It's like empire city all over, except he isn't here.
IC: Ryan needed time to think, and so he casually strolled through the derelict estate they had gone into hiding within. It had a tangible silence associated with it, and Ryan could not help but feel that here, in this small part of Prague, he was the only living soul. Such thoughts were quickly silenced by the presence of a large Rat scurrying across the grey asphalt directly at his feet. It was a huge specimen. All muscle and scar tissue; a monster within its own species, that cared not where it walked. Ryan smiled.
"We're the same, you and I, little Rat." Ryan carried on walking.
But something caught on the wind that made him give pause. Something that smelt strongly of Wolf. Ryan reached into his pocket and withdrew his bag of Tobacco, and started rolling himself a smoke. He gave every notion of nonchalance, emulating the Rat that had been at his feet. He would lull the Werewolf into a false sense of security, and strike. It had been too long since he had had a real challenge, and Ryan was hoping to find himself against another of his own Kindred. A Grubah. Despite himself, Ryans mind wandered back to his meeting with the Oracle of Delphi...
They stood quietly together in the lift, ascending upwards to the top floor of an imposing Skyscraper, heading for the Penthouse that squatted like a huge crow atop a Pyre of the dead. The boy to his side kept his distance, a mixture of contempt and fear on his face. Ryan supposed he had never seen a Werewolf this close before, but dismissed the thought after a second. Hundreds, thousands, had been to consult the Oracle before himself, and doubtless the child would have witnessed another of his kind. Plunging his hand into his pocket, Ryan withdrew a pre-rolled smoke, and lit up, a wry smile on his face. The child turned and scowled, pointing at a no smoking sign at head hight for Ryan.
Laughing heartily, Ryan said "Kid, if I obeyed every one of societies laws, I would not be a very successful Wolf, would I?"
Movement to his direct left made Ryan snap back into the here and now, adopting a combat stance despite trying to act unawares. Realizing he had blown what little cover he had, Ryan dropped to his knees, and began to transform. He was getting faster at changing, and it took him only a few seconds to change from fully human to completely Wolf. Getting to his feet again, the beast turned its great head toward the movement. Someone was there. He could smell them much more clearly now, he could see them so much easier now, he could even hear their heartbeat. Ryan knew completely at this point he was facing another Werewolf. Ryan bared his fangs, and let out a deep throated growl. Time to kill.
Harlow had tracked the entrance of a pack of Werewolves since they had entered the district he had made his home, watching their every move, waiting for the moment they gave away their reasoning for being here. He couldn't help but feel that they had been sent by them. It made his veins run cold to think they had sent Wolves after him. The ultimate trackers. His fears seemed to be confirmed as their leader split from the group to get a better sense of his surroundings. Harlow now had a choice. He could strike at the rest of the pack whilst they were unawares, but he had no illusions as to whether or not he could feasibly take on another two werewolves. No, his better bet was on the one singling himself out as an easier target. With that, Harlow was gone, moving quickly and quietly across the rooftops of a series of buildings, one eye always resting upon the movements of his quarry below. The man slowed to a stop to let a rat pass him by, giving Harlow time to get down to street level.
His assailant lit up casually, and carried on walking, seemingly distracted by his own thoughts, giving Harlow time to move closer. He thought to himself whether or not he would actually be able to kill a man without even knowing their intentions, but he dismissed the thought in a heartbeat. The man was here to kill him, and by god, he wouldn't let that happen. But then he changed, and suddenly, Harlows twin pistols, silver bullets or not, suddenly felt insignificant. The man changed into a huge beast standing well over eight foot, and monstrously powerful. The Werewolf turned to face Harlow, and let out a low, threatening growl. It was now or never.
Two impressive Grubah wolves slammed into each other with the force of a car collision, solid muscle slamming into solid muscle, both Beasts grappling with each other, claws digging deep, desperate to establish a grip on the other. By chance the angle of impact ensured that neither could get their jaws around the others throat, stopping the inevitable throat crushing bite ending the fight before it started. The two rolled around the road, yelping and howling at each other, before, with sudden and mutual agreement, they separated, giving their quarry time to regroup. To Harlow it had already been clear he had been the underdog. His opponent was just too strong, but he hoped his speed and agility would keep him out of reach of the huge tree trunk arms. With a roar, he charged again, the giant leaping at him from all fours, claws extended, jaws agape. Harlow managed to leap to the side, and before his opponent could turn, darted forwards, and slashed out with his claws, digging deep into the side of Ryan, tearing flesh, and drawing blood. But in his own action, he had brought himself into range of the arms, which slammed into him with earth shattering force, throwing Harlow away, scattering him to the ground. Ryan slammed onto all fours, and roared with bestial fury, ignoring the bloody wound on his side. Harlow clambered to his feet, and rolled his neck, preparing to make another dodge. He had certainly caused more injury to his opponent than vice versa, and for a moment, he had a glimmer of hope that he could win. With another deafening roar, his gigantic foe, a beast of Goliath proportions, charged once again, but this time, Harlow was too slow. But only just. As he dived out of the way, he felt a huge pawed hand catch his tail. The amount of force holding him in place canceled out the driving power that Harlow had used when he leapt, dropping him like a stone to the floor. Momentarily stunned, he could only watch as he was dragged in close, into the awaiting arms of Ryan. And Ryan wasted no time going to work on his now grounded adversary, pulling him into a massive bear hug, squeezing with more and more force, until he began to hear the creak of Harlows ribcage under immense pressure. Harlow struggled, desperately wiggling to find some means of escape, but he couldn't escape the locked arms. The longer he was in the grip, the worse he felt. Black spots began to appear in his vision, and he began to lose consciousness. He did the only thing he could do to escape the crushing hold. He changed back. His smaller body slipped through the surprised Grubahs arms and he rolled quickly out of reach. But he just wasn't fast enough. No one could be as fast as a werewolf pumped up with adrenaline. Ryan landed heavily on Harlows back, holding him in place, whilst Two powerful hands clamped down on his Preys head, forcing the mouth open. But the wrenching snap never came. The Signature killing blow that Ryan so loved to use never came into affect. The clawed hands rescinded, and the massive weight upon his back was lifted. Harlow rolled over, and looked up at an outstretched hand. He took it, and was helped bodily onto his feet. His opponent was grinning, and chuckled.
"The names Ryan. You're one quick son of a bitch, I'll give you that."
@Ghosty Its fine ghosty, that was actually better than what I had in mind....
and on that note, I will write up the receiving end of that, when I get back in a couple hours. I've got graduation rehearsal, will definitely get to it when I get back.
@ ghosty...Very good stuff,love the atmosphere you set up.
@ Larkin...Nice one as well, the Latin is a nice touch.
@ Kais...To the best of my knowledge Vegas, Andy and the other Hunters left.
As for Rachel's body, Dez could have always taken it out of Vegas Jeep as he retreated...if you want to do that...that's fine.
Also...darksage had set up a "meeting" of Dez and Varro in the woods near the Hospital...you might want to respond to that.
Harlow nearly stumbled backwards. He had expected to be gunned down, to be ripped in half, to be torn apart...........and here was his opponent shaking hands with him. To say that Harlow was confused was a glorious understatement. But he couldn't concentrate on that now, standing before him was quite possibly the most terrifying beast he'd ever seen. He had been for so long afraid of his own darker side that he had not thought that there could possibly be a living being more horrible. He could feel his own wolf retreating inside of him, instead of wanting to be let out, it was scurrying back in, it was surprised and scared, but Harlow knew that soon, after its pride had recovered, it would be back.
Still though, it was something Harlow had never experienced before, to have his human side so dominant now that the beast had been whipped. It was a feeling Harlow hadn't had in nearly a hundred and fifty years.
To the other's beast's surprise Harlow began to laugh, hard and loud, and he didn't stop laughing for a good minute. After he got control of himself, he looked at the other wolf, who had called himself Ryan and shook his head.
"Go ahead and get it over with." Harlow said, his tone now brokering no humor. The other wolf just stood there, still not knowing what Harlow was talking about.
"I know you're here to bring me to your damned bloody queen, or maybe you would rather rip me in two for that stunt in the apartment, right now I really don't care, just do what you're going to do."
The other wolf began to chuckle again. "You think I work for that bitch Natasha?"
Harlow raises both eyebrows as if surprised. "Is that her name then?" He said nodding slightly.
"Well, considering you show up after two of her other cronies nearly ripped me in two a day ago..."
"Why would she be looking for you?" The other wolf asked. Harlow shrugs and tries to look contemplative.
"Hell if I know, it might have something to do with the fact that I pinned one of her spies to a tree when I caught him following me." Harlow said, knowing that it was only a half truth.
Ryan seemed to consider this and looked Harlow in the eyes, wondering if he was telling the truth. Harlow squinted as he also looked at Ryan. He recognized him from somewhere...
"Your last name wouldn't be O'Brian would it?" Harlow said suddenly in the darkness. Ryan's ears perked up and he looked at Harlow.
"How'd you know that?"
"Hate to break it to you, but the police are looking for you..." There was an awkward silence.
"I guess you already knew that." Harlow said. He sniffed the air for a moment and turned, looking for something.
"You had two others with you, wanna tell em they can come out now?" Harlow said, his yes darting to the two figures who were staying back in the darkness. Harlow bent down and picked up his hat and jacket that he had thrown off before the battle and put them on. He kept an eye on the other three wolves, he had to admit that this meeting was strange and not at all how he had planned on. Even though he was wary of these three, he couldn't help but wonder if they were in some way kindred spirits. After all, he could smell it on all three of them, they were cursed like him. Harlow looked back to Ryan.
Maybe he didn't see it that way...
"Come on, I've got somewhere more private. Seems you and I have got a little more to talk about."
"Never got your name." Ryan said as Harlow began to walk away. Harlow stopped, and half turned.
"Its Syd." Harlow stood contemplative for a moment, it had been a long time since he had heard his now name out loud. "You can call me that."
Wow. I really really enjoyed that. Encapsulated the characters perfectly Just want to check, you writing a follow up now, or shall I leap in with my own post?
Miranda looked over her shoulder at Vegas who stared outside. Something had changed about her, even her appearence was altered. Somehow she managed to get more scars, even on her wrist. They looked like suicide scars, Miranda hoped she was wrong. But still... Empire City changed her. Hell it turned everyone. She turned over to the new face who introduced himself as Sven. "Its been a long time, since i've seen a Djin" she said, while observing his battered body. "What happened?" "Well,..." Sven answered looking at Vegas. "... there was a small town not far from here that had a wolf problem." Miranda instantly knew the place. "Ah, we went there already." "Yeas, we heard that from the villagers." The conversation stuttered as Andy started cursing for no apparent reason. "Anywho,... Did you kill the wolves." "It wasn't a wolf." Miranda frowned. "It was something .... I don't know really, just a big scary thing." Miranda paid close attention as Sven described the event. Sven made sure he didn't skip anything, evrything he said could be useful. "Well, good luck you got out alive." "It wasn't luck, Vegas knew it was coming. If it wasn't for her I wouyld be a dead man." "How do you mean knew?" Miranda's eyes went back to Vegas. For the first time she saw the tatoo on Vegas arm, it even appeared to be moving across her skin. It was a Th’rvlek, the sign of a witchunter. The lost souls. Vegas looked up from the window and saw Miranda staring at the Th’rvlek, she quickly covered it up. But Miranda knew what she saw. ""I've only heared about that." She whispered. "About what?" Sven asked. Miranda ignored Sven as her eyes interlocked with Vegas. "Tell me Vegas,.... what did you give?" Miranda saw Vegas suddenly grow cold. For a moment she tought that she was looking at a dead body, instead of a living person. But that only lasted a brief moment. Vegas leaned back and continued staring out the window. Miranda sighed. "I hope you know what you are doing." Vegas ignored her as the car sped trough the tiny streets of Prague. Sven noticed her softly caressing the scars on her wrists.
OOC: Just a small filler, cause i don't really know were we are going. So i'll leave that to Nachos.
Ah but Silly! Having something to weave into the plot every so often is so much more entertaining! Plus, now you can't kill my characters, otherwise you'll never discover the truth about what happened to your father. Or specifically, who he is...
Or specifically, that I am your father. And that you almost scored with your sister. Just sayin'
I was making a bad reference to the whole Star Wars Luke Darth Vader thing... Erm obviously it fell flat on its face. But yes, I do look exceptional with a monocle and top hat, and pass this characteristic off onto anyone in a radius of 30 feet to me.
I was making a bad reference to the whole Star Wars Luke Darth Vader thing... Erm obviously it fell flat on its face. But yes, I do look exceptional with a monocle and top hat, and pass this characteristic off onto anyone in a radius of 30 feet to me.
Dun worry, I got it, I was just playing along with silly.
Luke did score with his sister, just be thankful she wasn't trying to make Han even more jealous than when she kissed him, I mean he was at that point confined to his bed.
Holly and Lisa came into sight, both locked and loaded. Holly was walking forward confidently, her hair tied up behind her head, her eyes a brilliant amber. Her claws were protruding from her fingertips, and thin rivulets of blood flowed from the exit wounds as they had broken through the skin. Otherwise she looked completely human, and her calm demeanor was probably due to the fact that Ryan and Harlow weren't fighting, if they were, she would be all beast. Lisa was keeping pace with her friend, a shotgun resting on her shoulder in one hand, and a drawn pistol in the other. Also, tucked under her arm she was carrying spare clothes for Ryan, who accepted them smiling. Ryan changed quickly, his eyes always locked on those of Harlow, but he kept up pretensions of friendship throughout.
"So, I think we should make some introductions, otherwise we'll be tripping over each others names for the whole evening." Ryan said, stretching casually, and completely ignoring the spreading patch of blood growing across the side of his Jacket. The injury had yet to cease to bleed, let alone heal up. "This lovely, and charismatic women is Holly. She's just getting into her own as a wolf. But I've never seen anyone kill as quickly as she can. It's a talent."
Holly looked over at Harlow disapprovingly, but smiled anyway, letting her claws slide back into the skin.
"And this is Lisa. She's... well she brought down an old Wolf in her first Full Moon, so I imagine she will become very impressive very fast."
Harlow nodded.
"You talk about their combat capabilities, yet nothing about the people behind the wolf. I'm sure I'll learn all about you two later then. The name is Syd Harlow. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Charmed, I'm sure." Holly remarked.
Harlow shrugged, and motioned for them to follow. As they moved through the back alleys of the district, conversation was generally few and far between. Whilst Ryan seemed completely comfortable with his surroundings, he was the only one. Harlow was still cautious of his new found 'friends', and as for Holly and Lisa, well, they barely trusted Ryans judgement at times, let alone a new wolf. Eventually, Harlow led them to a quiet and abandoned corner of the industrial estate; A derelict but still working motel. Maybe three or four residents lived in the spacious thirty room building. It was an old building, ramshackle, and falling apart in places, but no one asked for rent, and it served as a good hideout for anyone who needed to keep low for a couple of days, according to Harlow. They entered the Lobby silently, passing by an Old man who was sleeping peacefully behind the front desk. It was better that no one saw them enter. Syd led them to one end of the Motel, and they entered into a large family suite, conversing quietly about their reasons for coming to Prague...
OOC: I'd write more, but I'm feeling a bit burnt out at the moment. Maybe later.
.... Dapper trappings aside...I have a few ideas knocking about...one for ghosty/Warork, and one for Nachos/Silly/Berserk....but the latter will require both Mordo and Larkin PMing me...
Sorry for being absent for a while guys, been a crazy week and a bit for me. Have been following along and the RP has been great to read. Very funny post btw Nachos. I will hopefully post tonight or tommorrow.
FITZZ wrote: Really want to find a way to get MDS and Ms.Sin to Prague.
*head on keyboard* I know, I know... its been bugging me too! Next time I'm setting up a character that is already at the main location!!!
Aurelia wrote:Sorry for being absent for a while guys, been a crazy week and a bit for me. Have been following along and the RP has been great to read. Very funny post btw Nachos. I will hopefully post tonight or tommorrow.
FITZZ wrote: Really want to find a way to get MDS and Ms.Sin to Prague.
*head on keyboard* I know, I know... its been bugging me too! Next time I'm setting up a character that is already at the main location!!!
I think I may have come up with a solution Aurelia...check your PMs.
Good to have you back .
....Near a crumbling and derelict warehouse a trio of wolves crept,they'd tracked the American Nrajah for some time now, ...picking up his trail shortly after he'd killed Val and maimed Uri.
The American had proven to be difficult prey, seeming to cover his tracks well...but the trackers had finally located him...in a run down hotel at the edge of the warehouse district...
The trackers leader crouched, speaking to his two fellows..." He's in there alright..." The wolf smiled.
" Yes...but I saw a woman enter with him as well Muir...he is not alone." replied one of the smaller wolves.
Muir waved the comment off " Most likely some whore he's piked up for a meal...no concern of ours." Muir smiled.." She will make a nice snack for us once we have him.."
The two wolves nodded in agreement with their leader..
" Besides" Muir added " We have to capture this one quickly...Jarin has informed me all tracker packs are to concentrate on locating the Birth Mother...and that..O' Brian wolf"
" The Birth Mother" the small wolf said shocked..." What has happened..?"
Muir shook his head,hating to share information with his lessers..." She's left the compound...taken the Pure Blood child as well" he said shortly..." We are to find her and see she and the child return safely...that is all you need know"
The second wolf, a huge specieman spoke " But why?...why would she leave?"
Muir snapped at both his underlines .." Now is not the time to discuss this...we have other matters to attend to...Vexi...Dorian...obey."
The two wolves nodded quickly.
Muir sat back,satisfied that his lessers understood their place..." Now..." he said facing the big wolf " Dorian...you and I shall go through the front door.." Muir yurned to the smaller wolf " Vexi...you will go through the window....you go in first and surprise the Nrajah...Dorian and I will take him as his attention is on you."
Vexi's brow wrinkled..." But..."
"No buts you whiny cur.." Muir growled..." Stop being a coward...Dorian and I will be in the room before he can harm you.."
" Shall we move on him now." Dorian asked
" Not yet.." Muir said shaking his head.." We'll give him time to settle in...and relax...maybe start his meal...then we catch him with his guard down." an evil smile split Muir's features as he gazed towards the hotel in the distance.
OK, WarOrk and ghosty...you've got a small group of trackers stalking the hotel...
But...only Harlow and Lisa where seen by them as your group entered the room...
I'm going to let you guys RP a bit more...and then I'll do an event concerning the trackers breaking into the room.
...Natasha stormed through the mansion hallways, her fury immense ...like a living cloud around her.
Guards, three times her size, scurried to get out of her way as she raged down passageway after passegeway, shouting and destroying priceless paintings and sculptors as she did,lashing out with cruel claws at any who were unlucky enough to cross her path.
" IDIOTS!!!...THE LOT OF YOU!!" she bellowed as a delicate vase sailed through the air and shattered against a far wall.
Following closely behind, Lukos chuckled under his breath as two seven foot tall 350 plus pound Guards collided with one another in an attempt to escape Natasha's wrath.
" I want them found!!" the Queen screamed at no one in particular " Tear the city apart stone by stone...but I WANT THEM FOUND!!!"
" Yes my Queen" dozens of voices replied rushing off in every direction.
" ..And some one get Musater on the line!!!.." Natasha bellowed kicking open the door to the chambers from which Star had made her escape.
Inside, Natasha glared wild eyed at the bodies which still lay on the floor in pools of dried blood.
She cared nothing for the Guard, who lay on his back, a look of stunned surprised on his dead face...he was just another wolf...nothing important...but...Margo..
Natasha sank to her knees at the side of the old wolf, gently stroking her blood splatered hair.
Margo had been with Natasha for over a hundred years...old and wise and caring...the Queen felt sorrow wash over her.
Margo had been blessed with the bite late in her life...she had already grown old and stooped, she'd been one of the original Americans...part of a proud tribe..Natives who understood the way of the wolf.
She'd been gathering water along with two others not far from their village when a giant of a wolf had come at them from the forrest, the two younger woman had managed to escape...but Margo...the wolf had quickly ensnared the old woman..ripping away at her body.
Then...for reasons even Margo had not known...the wolf released her and slowly padded back into the woods...sparing the old woman a final glance over it's broad shoulders before disapearing.
At times Margo speculated that the wolf had sensed in her a power...and chose to spare her...passing on the gift of the bite.
The Old woman had even been permitted to join the pack of Pure Bloods, which is were Natasha had come to know her, serving as guide and council in the lands through which they moved.
She'd also been given the posistion of pack shaman ...aiding the injured...caring for the young...she'd been like a mother to many.
Natasha felt a tear slip down her cheek...now Margo was gone..destroyed by a selfish pup.
Lukos spoke softly from behind.." We will see she recives a proper service my Queen...O know how dear she was to you."
Natasha simply nodded and lifted the old woman's bag from the floor.
Margo had carried this old buckskin bag with her for as long as Natasha could remember...slowly the Queen opened it and looked through it's contents..
Ancient charms and relics, medicines of her people and tribal tottems...a silver dagger fixed to a stag horn handle...several old photos..
Natasha shook her head ..." Margo's magic" she smiled.
The Queens eyes fell upon a small tattered bound book...slowly she leafed through it...and froze..
A Journal...Margo had kept a journal...in it Natasha quickly read her accounts of the Massacre of the Pure Blood pack...the pain and anguish she had felt ...and..
" Their were survivors.." Natasha whispered...
" Survivors my Queen?" Lukos asked confused.
" The massacre...the Pure Bloods...two others besides myself...Margo helped hide them." Natasha said in amazement...
" What..!?" Lukos exclaimed..
" A female and a male...both just children at the time.." Natasha continued..." The pages concerning the male...are gone..ripped out." Natasha said flipping quickly through the book..
" And the female?" Lukos asked
"...In America...last known.." Natasha stared wide eyed at the pages..." Near New Orleans."
The car came to a crawl as Andy looked into the alleys near the bar and the parking lot itself. There were absolutely no vehicles in either space, not even anything that resembled the car that the ghouls had taken Wendy away in. Andy pulled out a napkin from the glove compartment and managed to find lipstick from the previous owner and scrawled a note on the napkin.
"Stop the car." Andy said as he began to open his door, "Open the trunk, Sven help me with this."
Sven nodded and exited the vehicle with Andy, both men headed to the back of the car and looked into the trunk, the smell of already decaying flesh filled their noses. As they began to lift up the plastic wrapped body, Sven's fingers slipped a bit on the plastic slick with blood while Andy tucked the note neatly into a relatively clean fold.
"What exactly is this?" Sven grunted as he lifted the body, he and Andy positioned themselves near a long window for the bar.
"It's a body," Andy began to swing his end of the body, "now let's get it through the window. On one, two, three, go."
The two sent the body into the glass, shattering it and a commotion came from inside as the patrons began to react along with the employees. Andy and Sven hurried back into the car and Miranda instinctively drove off.
"Would anyone mind telling me why I just helped himtoss a body through a window?" Sven asked from the backseat, rubbing the blood onto the back of the passenger seat.
"Oh, that." Vegas shrugged, "He did that back in Empire City."
"What exactly do you mean by 'that'?"
"Torture, extraction of information, mutilation, that kind of stuff." Vegas said.
"Mutilation?"Sven was taken aback.
"Yeah," Andy said, "sometimes I just decide that they need to know something about me and that something is I'm not the guy you want to piss off."
"Its also why Ryan hates you." Miranda added in.
"Yeah, yeah." Andy rolled his eyes, "I got to deal with that guy some day."
"Who is Ryan?" Sven was learning all sorts of stuff about his new comrades, not necessarily the nicest things though.
"Some big ass werewolf." Andy turned back and held his hands a foot apart from each other, "A normal werewolf is like this long." Andy spread his arms to about three feet, "Ryan is like this big."
"And you made him mad why?" Sven began to question being in the same car as Andy.
"He was smaller when I did it."
"What exactly is 'it'?"
"I fed his brother to a big ass vampire." Andy said, "After I cut off a few of his fingers and pulled out some of his teeth..."
"I get it." Sven said trying to get Andy to stop talking about it.
"Oh, by the way don't turn against the Network or I'll do stuff like that to you. That's partly how I came to be in charge of the Empire City chapter." Andy continued.
"How..." Sven was cut off by Vegas.
"Shot him, stuck the barrel of the gun in the wound, beat him to a pulp, and then choked him before setting his corpse on fire and flushing the ashes down the drain." Vegas answered.
Sven just looked at the back of Andy's head and blinked, "Why so much? Sure we hate them, but that's almost overboard."
"My first rodeo," Andy said, "we made deals with vamps to kill wolves. Usually about $100,000 for a wolf, if they didn't pay we needed to send a message to the others. Although it was usually due to some thrall wanting a bit of pocket change instead of the actual vampire."
"You worked for vampires?" Sven was even more disturbed, "Isn't that against the Network's ideals?"
"Not really." Andy smiled, "The network gets vague on the details of how we do it, so much as we get the job done. Both the wolves and vampires were cleansed from the city for your information."
"So what now?" Miranda changed the subject, noticing some slight discomfort coming from Sven.
"We track them down and get Wendy back." Andy said, "We're hunters, we have the technology to track anything down."
The four wolves arrived in the room soon after. It wasn't impressive at all; a single bed, a two chairs and a desk were really all that counted as furniture in the room. Harlow came inside and turned on the lamp that was sitting on a small table beside the bed, it was the only light in the room that worked. Harlow sat on the bed next to his bag and watched as Ryan took up a chair and sat nonchalantly while the other two were content to stand. Holly leaned on one of the walls and Lisa just stood in silence, her shotgun still in hand.
"I must apologize for the accommodations." Harlow said in a less than sincere tone. "My situation doesn't call for frivolousness."
"And what exactly is your situation, Mr. Harlow?" Ryan asked in a way that suited his stature while sitting.
"I've been dodging things you're probably familiar with; Underworld criminals, vampires, hunters, other wolves...." Harlow looks at Ryan with this last remark, his eyes still wary.
"And what brings you to Prague?" Ryan asked, taking another homemade smoke out of his jacket and lighting up heedless of any objections of which there were none.
"Oh I dunno, big city, lights, drinks, parties..." Harlow replied in exasperation with a gesture meant to encompass the city outside. Ryan raised a single eyebrow.
"I've been on the fethin run from her majesty since I got here from the states, first it was her spy, then it was her goons at the apartment, and now..." Harlow ranted, trailing off and stretching his injured shoulder at the memory of his wound. He stands up and looks down at the streets below through a single window, he can see police cars going past them further into the city.
"Her trackers have been tailing me ever since then, I gave em the slip but they might have gotten my trail somehow." Harlow snaps his head back to look at Ryan.
"What about yourself?"
Ryan shrugged puffing out a plume of smoke into the dim light of the apartment.
"Like you said, similar things."
"I've never been in trouble with the police before." Harlow interjected.
Ryan shifted in his seat. "I dunno about that one, I just got here myself."
"Oh really? The cops seem to know you pretty well considering someone high up put the watch out for you."
Ryan cocked and eyebrow "High up?"
Harlow shrugged. "Its what I heard, now tell me, O'Brian, why would someone high in the chain of command be looking for you if you just got here?"
"I can guess."
"So can I, I'm starting to think our common malefactor has connections to the officials around here."
"That's a safe assumption."
Harlow squinted at Ryan. "You know her don't you?"
"I'd ask you the same thing." Ryan interjected. "After all, I can't see why she'd be tracking you so intently, there are thousands of other wolves in Europe, why you Harlow?"
Harlow thought about that for a moment, flashes of his old life came flooding back, the old west, the hunt for a criminal, the rampage of a pack of raging wolves...
"Apparently she see's me as a threat to her, one of her goons said she wanted me alive. They call me 'Nrajah'." Harlow looked to Ryan. "I've been called that for a long time now and still have no idea what it means...
"Outcast, nomad, loner, take your pick." Ryan said simply. Harlow nodded.
Ryan leaned forward in his seat, his face taking on an air of inquisitiveness. "Tell me Syd, what do you plan on doing about all this?"
Harlow shrugged, a look of uncertainty on his face. He turned back to the window and looked at the evening sky outside.
"I've been running for as long as I can remember anymore. I came here to run and hide, but its just followed me, this war." Harlow's head was bowed against the window and his shoulders sagged as if he despaired. His hand brushed the hilt of his pistol and he took it out to look at it, a fierce determination was set in his eyes. Harlow replaced the pistol.
"I've had it. I can't run any longer and hope to live." Harlow clenched his fist and looked at Ryan. "They say its fight or flight, I'm done hoping I can get away from it. Its been long in coming, but I've got to make some sort of stand."
Ryan rose from his seat at this, a mischievous smile on his face. "That's good to know."
Harlow grunted. "And why is that?"
"Because I'm planning on doing the same."
Harlow looked into Ryan's eyes.
"Its quite literally a dog eat dog world out there Harlow, in case you haven't noticed. I aim to make a mark on it before I'm done. If there's one thing I know its that there's not a thing on this earth that can stand a well led pack of wolves."
Ryan walked over and put the stub of his smoke out on the desk.
"I know you're a fighter, I've seen that much, but you can't take on Natasha and hers by yourself. As much as I hate to admit it, I can't do that either, not even with the help I have now."
Harlow stood, contemplating what was being said. He could tell where it was going, it was a big decision, one Harlow had never intended to make but he saw the necessity in it. They had a common enemy, and so a common cause.
Ryan took a step towards Harlow and put his hand out, Harlow looked at the proffered hand.
"What d'you say about running with me for a while?"
Harlow considered it, a part of him quailed at the fact that he was probably making a deal with the devil......
another part made him smile, knowing it was probably true. Harlow had lost his humanity a long time ago, that snarling voice told him, and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing....
Harlow took the hand in a strong shake. "As long as there's blood."
Ryan's mischievous smile turned into a fanged grin. "Oh, I guarantee that."
OOC: For some reason I dunno about this one ghosty, I kinda wanted more interaction between the PCs and the NPCs but was unsure what to put so instead of gaking up the character I put nothing. *shrugs* I hope you'll like it as much as my other stuff...
I personally love how me and you have used Nonchalance about three times to describe Ryan. Dude, he's the most easy going guy there is around here.
Nah, it's great, seriously. The NPC issue isn't that spectacular either. Remember Lisa isn't much of a talker and she doesn't really raise her views to the world, and Holly, well Holly doesn't like Harlow, so there's nothing wrong with her ignoring him. I imagine she may have some interjections about you joining, but that'd be water under the bridge pretty quickly; Ryan is the pack leader after all, his word is pretty final. As for how to portrayed them, I think you did Ryan superbly, I especially like how you are highlighting that he isn't a good guy, nor a lesser evil to Natasha, he's just a... different kind of evil.
ghosty wrote:I personally love how me and you have used Nonchalance about three times to describe Ryan. Dude, he's the most easy going guy there is around here.
That means Andy has hope yet! Maybe, just maybe Ryan forgot all about Sean and the vampire thing, and the involvement by Andy, and the planned revenge against Andy...
ghosty wrote: As for how to portrayed them, I think you did Ryan superbly, I especially like how you are highlighting that he isn't a good guy, nor a lesser evil to Natasha, he's just a... different kind of evil.
Whew, that's good, I get really nervous when I start writing for other people's characters because I'm afraid I'll gak it up. Just a writer's peeve I guess
FITZZ wrote: That's true...Andy has a Vampire Lord and a Giant Werewolf both wanting to slap his ass off ( not to mention all the others who want Andy's blood)...I could give Nachos a bucket full of free saves and Andy will still probably die a hideous death.
Oh what fun! You hear that Halo? better get writing more comedy if you want to live!
Ah the blessings of a new character, and not having to worry about having a mortal enemy.............yet..........
of course there are those trackers and I doubt Natasha's gonna be happy when her and Harlow meet face to face....excuse me while I go meditate on that
What's odd is that in every RP that I recall being in with Nachos he always ...and I mean always ends up with a "Mortal Enemy"...it's like fething clockwork.." Unkillable Ninja type character...check", "Moody Emo character...Check", " Fitzz playing some sort of degenerate -Check"...." Someone trying to kill Nachos-check and double check"... ...I just don't get it...I mean Nachos is just so lovable...but he attracts vendetas and blood feuds like a magnet.
That's how I play most of my RPs, which is a stark contrast to how I play other games. In RPs I tend to be the endearing character that everyone loves to hate because I'm usually rather impulsive in RPs and I like the idea of a character that his enemies would rather have a beer with if he hadn't done something along the lines of torch down their property or get their siblings killed, hell I'm already planning ahead for the situation should Andy kill Holly and make Vegas mad.
I guess I just believe that RPs should have action everywhere so why not be a catalyst for it? I can't figure out why Smalls hates Andy though, he didn't kill any of Small's family if I recall.
BIC:
How to sell your soul...
Ash stood in the dark alley, light from his cigarette burned red as he took a drag from the cheap tobacco stick. Andy stood close by, his hand rested on his weapon beneath his coat and his ears listening for any sources of noise. The street at the end of the alleyway was dead, the odd car drove by at about 30 minute or so increments as night owls finally decided to head back inside.
"When do you think he'll be here?" Andy asked impatiently, the situation was new and very, very odd to him.
"He said 12:00am and its now 11:47." Ash took the finished cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it to the side of the alley, "So he has time and should be here at about twelve o' clock."
Rustling from the end of the alley betrayed the approach of someone and the two hunters looked directly towards the source of the noise.
"Mr. Williams?" a voice called from the darkness.
"That would be me." Ash replied, "Come on out and let's get this over with."
Andy and Ash walked near a lightpost at the end of the alley and waited for the contact to follow them, they needed to see his face at least.
"You know the deal, who and how much?" Ash asked gruffly as a scarred face appeared in the light, the body it was attached to was wrapped in a black leather jacket and blue jeans, appropriate for the weather at least.
"Francois Guesible." the thrall said, "He has been a big thorn in my master's side for quite some time and he offers a bounty of $50,000. He requests that you return him alive, the master has plans for him.".
"Go a little bit higher." Ash rested his hands on his belt, his coat was slightly brushed aside to allow the thrall to see his revolver.
"I-I will have to discuss it with him." the thrall stuttered as he glimpsed the fire arm and pulled out a phone, "Sire, the hunters are demanding more."
"More than the $50,000 i told you to offer them?" the voice asked from the other side, "Very well, make it $75,000 and no higher than $90,000 should they want more." the phone clicked as the thrall's master hung up.
"He says I can offer you $60,000 for the job."
Ash simply made a thumbs up and moved it up and down.
"Umm, $75,000." the thrall said.
"Warmer." Ash responded.
"$80,000."
"Come on now, I thought he wanted this wolf dead. How about I help you out a bit, we know about Francois, he's a big fether and we know he destroyed your master's holding out in the wharf all on his own and killed two of his 'children' if that's what he called them. What makes you think we're not going to need to be compensated for our work? $150,000."
"I must make another call." the thrall dialed again, "Master, they are demanding $150,000 they said they know about the wharf."
"Very well." the vampire responded after thinking for a few minutes.
"We want 60,000 up front." Ash added in.
"What did he say?" the vampire asked.
"He said he wants $60,000 up front."
"Very well, give it to him." another click and the thrall pulled out a metal brief case of cash and began to count out bills.
"How much do you have in there thrall?" Andy asked.
"More than your price." the thrall responded annoyedly, he had lost his count and began counting again while Andy just chuckled at his misfortune.
"Don't mess with the guy." Ash nudged Andy, "We don't want him to lose count and underpay us, that would be bad for his boss."
As the thrall handed the money to Ash, who instantly began to recount it, he murmured, "You better get the job done or it will be bad for all of your Network."
"We always get the job done." Andy said as threatened the thrall with his weapon, "Now get the hell away from us."
As the thrall scurried back into the dark with the metallic suitcase Andy and Ash walked towards their van and got in before talking again.
"That's how you do it." Ash said, "See the little part I said about how it would be bad for the vampire in charge?"
"Yeah, I heard that." Andy replied.
"They get jealous like people do, and I doubt those scars were voluntary." Ash lit up another cigarette before Andy began to drive away from the transaction spot, "We've already got a team staking out Francois and he should be dead within the day, but we got to meet them at the wharf first."
I just want everyone to know that whenever I make a criticism or say something like this I don't mean it too seriously. I just don't like to use too much, so whenever you read one of my one line posts take it with a grain of .
@ Nachos...Reason I'm waiting on PMs from Mordo and Larkin is to figure out exactly where Mrs. Bruss is headed...and to get an event set up for Andy and the Hunters...
halonachos wrote:No need to explain Fitzz, I know things are taking place.
No excuses, no complaints.
Taking place is an understatement...I've answered over a dozen PMs in the last 2 minutes... ...but..it does appear things are falling into place...much write ups/set ups to come soon.
...Also...just a quick sidenote..Inactive PC's are going to start dying real soon...I'm not reffering to those who are still PMing me about ideas...but those I'm hearing nothing from...RP soon or I'll cash in your chips for you.
Berserksteve wrote:I'm sorry, if I'm not posting that much, I just not sure what to do most of the time :(
Not so much directed at you Berserk...your character sort of got "whisked away" with the Andy and Vegas and the other Hunters, so I "know" where he is and sort of what he's doing...(though a bit if RP on his "thoughts" about what's going on would be nice)...
My statement is more so directed at those who's characters I've heard or seen nothing of lately ( there are a few).
Suzie came back from her bike ride feeling refreshed and happy, truely content with life, that was untill she saw the smashed window of the pub. Rushing inside
What the feth happened, you gaks???
Fething Bruss dumped this body through the window, and he wasn't alone. He off his fething nut after that run in at the hospital. which was your idea i may remind you.
Oh feth what happened to him
Looks like Bruss went to town on the poor guy, thats how he knew of the bar. He knows who we are now, we have to move fast.
You ove there, I have a job for youSuzie said as she pointed at a ghoul.
Twenty minutes later a bulky sped away form the bar on Suzie's bike toward Brusses Car.
As the car parked in the street Andy lept form it punching the ghoul on the bike knocking him off. Unleshing a flurry of blows at the happless ghoul.
You fething bastard, you took my wife you c**t. You're gonna not enjoy the last moments of you're wretched life.
Hey Bruss controll yourself, Miranda shouted as she wrenched Bruss off of the ghoul.
GIve me one fething good reason why i shouldn't kill this piece of low-life scum.
You are an intelligent man Bruss aren't you, said the Ghoul: You see this, this is a dead man switch, you kill me you kill yourself and your hunter buddy and cause a scene, never good for the network is it?
What the feth do you want then?
In 2 hours time you can see your wife, at the mrtvý muž v hale, its in the Stazap area. One chance you have you American scum.
Before andy could react the ghoul was on the bike and roaring off into the night.
"You're an intelligent man Bruss aren't you?" Andy mocked the ghoul, "Yeah I'm so smart I'm not going to fall for your fething trap ass clown!" he shouted at the speeding ghoul.
"Still, its the only lead we have for now." Miranda tried to calm him down.
"fething dead man's switch, where'd they learn to rig those things?" Andy asked aloud.
"Well the network uses them and if Smalls is on their side then they may have learned it from him." Miranda said.
"I guess I'm going to walk into a trap then." Andy shook his head.
"I'm coming with you Bruss." Miranda grabbed him by the shoulder, "I won't let you do something suicidal like that."
"Why not, hunters do suicidal things all of the time." Andy tried to shrug Miranda off.
"Not on their own they don't." Miranda had some points.
"So you're with me, I'm not asking you two to stay though." Andy told Vegas and Sven, "If you want to go on your merry ways go ahead, this isn't hunter business anymore its my personal business and I wont risk your lives for it."
Andy climbed back into the passenger seat of the car as Miranda took her place in the driver's seat and put in the location given to them by the ghoul.
OOC: Okay Silly and beserk I'm giving you guys the option to break off and do your own thing if you want to.
In the murk of the Marl Pit, Tommy Rawhead worked his terrible craft. Standing at his full height in the black air of the cave, the horrid daemon worked the white, slender object in his bony fingers, carefully wrapping it to another with a strand of maggoty cloth, taking care not damage either. He had worked at his craft for thousands of years, sculpting great and terrible works of art through his favorite medium. Now, yet another masterpiece was nearly complete. Dipping an ossified finger into a mixture of glue and Vitae, Tommy daubed it gently over the work, taking great pains to replicate the expression perfectly. He had done this more times than the number of breathes a man takes in his lifetime, mastering his art for eons. Applying the last bit of the solution, Tommy stepped back to observe the fruit of his labour. It was magnificent, they always were, but this one out did the others a thousand fold. A life-sized diorama made of the bones and blood of children replayed his latest kill, the skins of small animals stretched over the bones of his prey to be molded and shaped by his terrible fingers. Tommy smiled; "Yet another for the Chamber..."
Gah...And now I have to wait for more replies before starting the event.
Berserker and Silly...please...at your earliest opertunity..please respond to Nachos so we can get this started...
Sven nodded his head "I'm with you, your going to need help against those bastards." This was the most excitement Sven has seen in all of his work, it almost felt like a war and now he felt like he was actually helping someone, something he has been waiting for.
@ Berserk...Nice...I'm sure ANdy will be very grateful to have you along.
@ ghosty...you have your own fish to fry on the other side of the city.
But don't worry, you'll get your chance to "cause mischief" for Andy amd the other Hunters soon enough.
That's right, I would like to congratulate the werewolf players who have shown enormous restraint in tearing the local police force and prostitutes apart for a snack.
....... The Trio of Wolves had crouched paitently for a half hour or more, waiting for the perfect oppertunity to launch their assault...
Finally, with a nod, Muir signaled his pack..and, quickly transforming into the visage of the beast, the three rushed across the overgrown field and into the trash strewn lot of the seedy Hotel.
As they neared the room in which their target resided, Vexi broke from the other two...moving rapidly towards the rooms filth encrusted side window..
With a short howl to signal his companions, the small wolf launched himself through the glass pane, entering the dim room in an explosion of glass and debris..
As Vexi landed in a crouch..ready to pounce upon his prey...he froze.." Oh Gak...there's four of them!!" the small wolf thought..He quickly barked out a warning to his pack...but at the same instant the rooms front door was torn violently from it's hinges as a tall black wolf followed by a giant of a beast charged into the room..
.... Ok you polite British Gents....there's your event set up...PM's if you please.
halonachos wrote:That's right, I would like to congratulate the werewolf players who have shown enormous restraint in tearing the local police force and prostitutes apart for a snack.
I fething killed a guy with a sledgehammer in post two, then ate him as a light snack.
halonachos wrote:That's right, I would like to congratulate the werewolf players who have shown enormous restraint in tearing the local police force and prostitutes apart for a snack.
I fething killed a guy with a sledgehammer in post two, then ate him as a light snack.
But eh.
... Fear not Chowder...you'll be swinging that sledgehammer again soon enough.
Vegas rolled a cigarette and lighted it up. She could see the waiting look of the others, she could feel the anticipation hanging in the air. Holly was here in Prague, and this wasn't her, but she recognised the look of Andy. She had the same feeling ever since Colt died, and everything was taken from her. "I'll come" she simply stated, hoping that her foretold death would hold off a bit longer.
Vegas rolled a cigarette and lighted it up. She could see the waiting look of the others, she could feel the anticipation hanging in the air. Holly was here in Prague, and this wasn't her, but she recognised the look of Andy. She had the same feeling ever since Colt died, and everything was taken from her. "I'll come" she simply stated, hoping that her foretold death would hold off a bit longer.
OOC: just a small piece
Maybe a small piece Silly...but it's all I needed to do the event set up...
....... The Trio of Wolves had crouched paitently for a half hour or more, waiting for the perfect oppertunity to launch their assault... Finally, with a nod, Muir signaled his pack..and, quickly transforming into the visage of the beast, the three rushed across the overgrown field and into the trash strewn lot of the seedy Hotel. As they neared the room in which their target resided, Vexi broke from the other two...moving rapidly towards the rooms filth encrusted side window..
With a short howl to signal his companions, the small wolf launched himself through the glass pane, entering the dim room in an explosion of glass and debris.. As Vexi landed in a crouch..ready to pounce upon his prey...he froze.." Oh Gak...there's four of them!!" the small wolf thought..He quickly barked out a warning to his pack...but at the same instant the rooms front door was torn violently from it's hinges as a tall black wolf followed by a giant of a beast charged into the room..
.... Ok you polite British Gents....there's your event set up...PM's if you please.
The two british werewolves sat at tea with the... wait I'm not going to do this right now. You guys can do your own silly little post if you want to.
Oh man, taken is on TV right now. So much inspiration and by that I mean Andy is going to be throat punching people everywhere.
Andy looked at the two other hunters, Vegas seemed to understand his situation but she also seemed to have picked up smoking. A nasty habit but like all hunters a supernatural would probably claim her before lung cancer did.
Sven seemed excited to do something, like he had been bored so far.
"Just letting you know, we potentially won't be dealing with as protocol would have us." Andy said calmly, "Follow my lead and if it doesn't seem right, it probably isnt."
... Within the dim confines of the warehouse Wendy Bruss screamed..." You miserable son of a bitch...you were one of us!!...you were a fething Hunter!!"
Smalls smiled grimly at the bound woman, hate flaring in his eyes..." Your far to trusting my dear Wendy...I've been working for Lord Pontius for years...years..you recall that fiasco back in Rome?" Smalls laughed " Just before we were sent to Empire city...six Hunters dead...a fortune in gold missing..?"
Wendy nodded, glaring at her former team mate.
" I set that up little Wendy " Smalls laughed..." Belive me..Pontius rewarded me far better than the fething sanctimonous Network ever did."
" You bastard." Wendy wept, she had lost her best friend, a Hunter named Jennifer in the Rome Massacre. " Why..?"
" WHY!!?" Smalls screamed into the woman's face causing her to shrink back " WHY!!?..I'll fething tell you why...because your Network is fighting a loosing battle...because Pontious and his kin are more powerful..and I want to be amongst them...I want eternal life...I want riches...I WANT THAT POWER!!!"
" I'll see you dead" Wendy whispered..
Smalls threw back his head and roared laughter.." Oh Wendy..Wendy.Wendy,Wendy...you know...there was a time when I wanted you too...Hell...I would have even tried to bring you over if I thought you'd have been bright enough to see the great oppertunity serving Pontius is...but no...you went after that idiot Bruss...a glorified frat boy with a gun..." Smalls spat " So now...you can serve me as bait...maybe ...if your still alive after we've torn your lover boy to bits...I'll let you be my concubine.."
Wendy glared at the man...and spat into his face.
Smalls smiled,whiping the spittle away..." For that...I'll let you watch when we feed your child to Tommy."
Issac moved through the warehouse, coming to stand near Smalls and the bound woman..
" I see our little offering to Pontius still has a bit of fight in her." Issac said staring at the woman.
" Won't matter" Smalls said " She'll soon have her arogance ripped from her.."
Issac nodded.
" My Master will be pleased though" Smalls said staring at Issac " With you and with your master as well."
Issac bowed slightly " As was our intent."
A ghoul appeared at their side " Sirs...Bruss and the others have just arrived outside."
" Are we prepared to greet them?" Issac asked
" We are." The ghoul nodded.
" Then take your posistion with the others." Issac ordered.
" Yes sir" the ghoul replied, rushing off into the shadows..
" What of you.." Issac said facing Smalls " Are you prepared"
Smalls chuckled as he forced a gag into Wendy's mouth " Oh..I am more than prepared." Smalls said.." In fact..I have a big surprise for dear Andy....I'm sure he'll love it."
...And that's the intro for the " Wendy" event...
Now,before I ask for PM's...I'll give my Hunters some info...
There is only one obvious entrance into the warehouse...
Inside are Issac and Smalls, Wendy...they are at the rear of the warehouse...there are also four Ghouls (armed with various small arms) and five Larve ( You all remember them right?)...plus.." Andy's Surprise."
halonachos wrote:I think he said something about exams.
Yeah, I'm not trying to bust Kais chops or anything...I'm just saying that he was on and did post a few bit's here and there since darksage did his post.
All Kais would have had to write is..." Dez looked at the other wolf and said feth off"...or " Dez looked at the other wolf and rushed from the woods."...or " Took his hand and sang let's be friends"..
Ten seconds to get darksage out of limbo....
... The Wolf stared down at the other of it's kind , attempting once more to communicate...after a time Varro grew frustrated and rushed deeper into the woods..
" Must be a deaf mute" Varro thought as he rapidly transformed back into his human form.
He paused,glancing about...his shoulder throbbing from where the silver round had struck him and passed through his flesh..." At least it didn't stay inside.." Varro said softly to himself, he had dug silver rounds out before...it wasn't a sensation he particular cared for.
" Need to clean it though.." He thought, slowly he stared down at his nude body.." Need some clothes too."
Creeping into a nearby Apartment complex, Varro made his way into a public laundry room...emerging several moments later wearing an old pair of jeans and a faded KISS T- shirt along with a pair of disgaurded sneakers, he began to make his way back to where he'd left his vehicle.
As he turned onto a dim back street and moved towards his vehicle, several large forms stepped from the shadows...
" Nrajah" The largest snarled at him..." Where is the Birth Mother.." The huge wolf growled.
" Birth Mother..?" Varro said confused..." What the hell.. I don't.."
The Huge wolf lashed out with it's claws, spliting Varro's face open..
" Liar!!" Roared another wolf from behind..darting forth and ripping a chunk of flesh from the Lone wolf's side.
Varro howled in pain as his ribs were exposed to the cold night air...blood pouring over his legs..
" I don't know anything about any Birth Mother.." Varro yelled looking for an opening to flee...
The Huge wolf in front of him paused.." What is your name Nrajah?" it asked..
" Varro.." The man said, his vision in his remaining eye fading...
The big wolf chuckled..." Amanda's old plaything...ah yes..we were told you where here as well.."
" Amanda..?" Varro said ..anger washing over him..." Ae you part of that bitches pack?"
" Hardly" The Huge wolf laughed.." Amanda was destroyed...months ago.."
" Destroyed?.." Varro said..." But..how..she.."
" Don't worry Nrajah .." The big wolf leered ..." She will greet you in hell.."...the huge wolf glared at his pack..." Rip him apart !" he ordered.
As Varro's screams of agony filled the night, the pack decended on him...after several minutes only bloody scraps remained where he had once been.
Jarin quickly dialed his phone..." Lukos...inform the Queen that the Nrajah Varro has been destroyed...he resisted leaving the area after being informed of Amanda's death." Jarin grinned " Yes...I know it's no problem...we will continue our hunt for the others."
Jarin hung up and strolled over to Varro's remains...staring down at the smear of blood and mutilated body parts...he bent and lifted a twisted lower leg...it had been a long day...and he was hungry.
The cold night air bit at the hunters as they waited near a cage with an unconcious naked man inside of it. The cage itself was lined with silver barbs on the inside to prevent the wolf inside from trying to escape, in case the amount of sedatives used to knock him out proved to be measured incorrectly and he woke up early. At night in a derelict warehouse they waited for their contact. The ceiling lights barely lit the place up as most needed their lightbulbs changed. Then again, who would think about changing lights in a warehouse. The man inside the cage, known as Francois Geusible to anybody who knew him was missing an arm and was still sound asleep despite the biting cold that infiltrated into the building.
"Hello again Mr. Williams." a familiar voice called out and soon the face stepped into the light, Andy saw a few more scars than before. "My, my you do work fast." he said as he patted the cage.
"I told you that we get our job done." Ash replied, "Now I expect you to fulfill your end of the deal."
"Unfortunately," the thrall began, "he is damaged and the master didn't want him damaged."
"You said he wanted him alive, well he's still alive but he won't be clapping anytime soon." Ash said calmly.
"Still, you wouldn't want to pay full price for a damaged product at a store would you?" the thrall ignored the glances from Andy and Ash, "$90,000 and you'll take it or else."
"Or else what?" Ash asked quickly as he lit up a cigarette. With a snap of the fingers several other ghouls popped up from behind plywood that was laid in front of the catwalk railings. The clicks of the weapons cocking echoed in the empty warehouse.
"Nice trick thrall." Ash took the unfinished cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it to the floor. He stamped it out before casually saying, "But you don't think Andy and I carried this guy in by ourselves did you?". With that the sound of weapons clattering on the ground surrounded them along with muffled shouts as hunters slit the throats of the ghouls who had tried to ambush them.
"Call your boss," Ash said as he aimed the revolver at the thrall's head, "tell him we need to have words."
............
"Victor, you have to help me with this." the vampire said into the phone on his desk.
"What happened, that Francois wolf?" Victor asked drowzy, "I just got finished feeding and I'm rather tired right now."
"No its not Francois, its the hunters." Holt told his friend, "They're after me, most of my thralls are gone and the other kindred aren't helping me with this."
"Well, I'll... one second." Victor said, a conversation was being held on Victor's side and the details of the situation were given to him, "Holt, you underpaid the hunters?"
"Yes, I had them bring Francois to me alive, but they removed one of his arms and I lowered their payment." Holt tried to explain.
"I'm afraid I can't help you Holt." Victor said coldly, "YOU made the mistake of not paying them what they wanted. I don't want to be dragged into this. Besides I was just told that you hired them to hunt down Beatrix."
"I would never do that!" Holt continued to plead.
"We have the body of a hunter that says otherwise." Victor said angrily into the phone, "Good bye Holt."
"Victor, no, Victor!" Holt shouted desperately into the phone.
"Looks like someone doesn't have a friend in the world right now." Ash said, surprising the relatively young vampire.
"H-how did you get in here? Guards!" Holt shouted.
"Right here boss!" one of the guards entered behind Ash, a bullet hole in his forhead and the whites of his eyes making the fact that he was dead more obvious. The body fell to the floor in a pile as Andy dropped the corpse.
"You should've paid us." Ash said as he pulled out a silver knife, the light from the desk reflected on the shiny blade. "And you shouldn't have ordered the hit on one of your own kindred. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"I didn't order that hit, you, you set me up." Holt stepped towards the hunter, searing pain in his right knee stopped him as smoke came from the barrel of Andy's weapon.
"Maybe we did, maybe we didn't but either way we're going to get our money back." Ash said as he walked over to the wounded vamp and pressed the knife against his chest. "Now Andy, the thing to remember when dealing with vampires who don't pay up is the fact that they don't die like normal people."
Two other hunters ran into the room and instantly knew what to do, they grabbed the vampires arms and feet and staked them into the ground before placing a stake into Holt's chest, immobilizing him.
Ash motioned for Andy to get closer and handed him the knife, "This is something to remember forever Andy, your first message to the bloodsuckers. Just make it a good one, first impressions and all. Just let it come to you and express yourself and you'll do just fine." the other hunters chuckled as Ash finished and lit up another smoke.
It was the first time he had seen a vampire this close and he watched as Holt's eyes followed the blade even as it plunged into the skin under his chin. Andy could imagine the screaming the vampire would be doing if he could open his mouth as he drew the blade down the vampire's chest and stomach, stopping at the waist. He made two horizontal cuts at shoulder level and at waist level, making a letter "I" on the vampire's body. Andy then proceeded to open the skin by cutting around the stake, exposing the ribs and all of the digestive tract to the air. Andy thought for a second before continuing.
He grabbed the intestine of the creature and held them as he stood up. With a grunt he ripped the intestines out of the vampire and let them fall to the floor, staining the carpet with coagulated blood. The stomach, liver, splee, and kidneys were also removed until the vampire had a massive gouge where his digestive tract should've been.
"Where's the money he owed us?" Andy asked one of the hunters, he wiped his sweaty brow with his bicep to avoid getting blood on his face.
"Right here." Ash said as he plopped the duffel bag of cash next to the grisly display, "What are you planning?"
"Stuffing him with the cash he refused to pay us, $60,000. Is that alright?" Andy asked unsure.
Ash blew out some smoke before answering, "Sure, very poetic. You have my blessing." he bowed in jest.
"Thanks." Andy smiled, "I think its a good start."
Andy began to count out exactly sixty thousand dollars worth of cash and placed it all inside of the empty space in the vampire's lower body before closing the flaps of skin back up. He began to close the cuts with medical tape and looked at the vampire's face. its eyes betrayed the pain it was feeling and Andy realized that it was still alive.
"Now we kill him with beheading." Ash said and pointed to the neck. Andy quickly began to sever the vampire's neck and watched as more blood poured from it. Soon the head rolled to the side as Andy's knife cut through the last bit of skin. Andy had been leaning inwards, to put pressure behind the knife as he cut and he had cut a bit into the carpet below the neck.
"For those who would deceive us, let it be a lesson." was scrawled in blood on the tape and the body was seated at the desk, the organs thrown into the drawers. Ash clapped Andy on the back, "Nice work Andy, it doesn't look like it was just senseless mutilation. With the money and all its like he was too gluttonous for his own good, it really speaks to me."
"I wasn't thinking that far into it, but it just seemed like a good idea." Andy said happy.
"Too bad you wasted $60,000 but hey, it was your first time and it needed to be something to remember." Ash, Andy, and the two other hunters joked as they took the elevator down to the ground level, "They should see him tomorrow night."
darksage wrote:Nachos, I think your post make me scared of you as a person. Good thing I'm not a Vampire I suppose.
I don't read a lot of Lovecraft, but for what I don't read in Lovecraft I make up for in Stephen King and Ray Bradbury. Poe is also a good read along with the classics like Paradise Lost and a couple of books like Animal Farm.
I really am a nice guy though, unless the wrong crowd is surrounding me. That crowd being the anime fan crowd, which is also why my friends never ask me to go to cons with them. I would probably punch a narutard in the face.
@Warork, would that be college or highschool?
Either way congratulations and good luck with furthuring your education or getting a job and facing reality.
Dez had retreated into the woods, but not before picking up Rachel’s body, which he still found beautiful. He had turned back into his human form, and lay now beside his love, cursing the heavens for his troubles. He reached inside her jacket pocket, and found a picture. It was of them two, together on the beach, smiling. A tear rolled down his cheek, and dropped on it. He folded up the picture and put it in his leather jacket's pocket, keeping it close to his heart.
Vegas had betrayed him. She had let Rachel die, and now she was trying to kill him, not even showing any signs of emotion towards him. He hated her. She could feth off just like all the others. If she attacked him again, he would be forced to retaliate, brutally.
Dez suddenly heard something in the bush, and turned around to see Carl come into view, his arms raised.
“Jesus, Dez, what was that back ther-“ he noticed the female body lying on the floor. “Is she-“
“Rachel?” Dez answered quietly. “Yes.”
“God,” Kes said, also appearing from the bush. “I am so sorry…”
“You don’t need to be,” Dez stated firmly. “But we do need to think of a plan.”
“I agree,” Carl agreed. “We need to think of a plan of action, seeing as we have already lost one man.”
Dez nodded.
“Well, I suppose,” Kes started. “We should-“
“Stop,” Dez said, sniffing the air.
“Is that…?” Carl asked.
“Yes,” Kes answered, also sniffing. “Other wolves.”
“Then I think our investigation starts here,” Carl said. “Lets go get em.”
Now, will there be an event here, or do I just find them and kill them or whatever?
By the way, the wolves they smell are the ones that killed Varro.
Nice RP Kais....
...I suppose I could work in an event here, after all Jarin and his group aren't to far from where you are, and they're all hanging about eating Varro's remains...so they haven't left the area yet.
If you want to go find them, I'll set up an event for what happens after your initial contact...though I'll warn you they're five huge wolves in this group...and they'll smell your group coming as easily as your group smelled them.
OK, Real quick...super busy today, have most of the PM's I need for both current events...if you haven't sent yours in...please do so as I want to do the combats and write up's tonight.
Now it is time for college, less school, beautiful woman and more beer! .... Oh wait 21 in USA ... Less school and cola?
@Fitzz
Sending pm
College sucks I will let you know that right now, there's the whole 'college experience' thing that they love to preach about but it's all a lie. You're just a number to the counselors and if you go to an Ivy League school or some other 'really good' school its worse, my brother's girlfriend takes the same classes I do for double the price but she has classes she takes on the computer for the same price.
Going directly to a 4 year college instead of going to a community college first was probably the biggest mistake of my life.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:K, so shall I just send a PM now for it, or do I post an RP[ where I meet them...
... or is it up to me?
If you want to write up an RP concerning contact with Jarin and his group then do so...I'll then write an event intro (when I get home) and you can PM me your actions from there.
EDIT: Now...Bust,busy,busy...must finish four cars before 6:00PM.
Now it is time for college, less school, beautiful woman and more beer! .... Oh wait 21 in USA ... Less school and cola?
Trust me, the 21 age limit for alcohol here in the states is basically considered something of a guideline instead of an actual rule anyway
That doesn't mean I plan on breaking it any time soon, just saying....
halonachos wrote:Going directly to a 4 year college instead of going to a community college first was probably the biggest mistake of my life.
That is exactly the reason why I'm going to a two year college first and then transferring to a four year institute after I get my associates degree. Don't worry guys, I've had a long time to think about this...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:K, so shall I just send a PM now for it, or do I post an RP[ where I meet them...
... or is it up to me?
If you want to write up an RP concerning contact with Jarin and his group then do so...I'll then write an event intro (when I get home) and you can PM me your actions from there.
EDIT: Now...Bust,busy,busy...must finish four cars before 6:00PM.
I'd rather just have an intro done for it and then send my PM...
... Player Event Combat Resolution.........
" Hotel Hell"...
... Vexi's eyes widened as the American Nrajah who was dressed like an extra in an old west film and a blank faced woman in black both brought their shotguns to bear.
The small wolf threw his claws up in a futile defensive action as the roar of the weapons filled the small room.
In a hail of silver buckshot the cowering wolf's head vaporized, the dingy wall behind it splashed with gore and smouldering bit's of skull...for a brief instant, the headless wolf stood bolt upright...it's arms outstreached..claws flailing blindly in the air...as if still seeking prey..or begging forgiveness.
With a final spasm, the body pitched forward onto the filthy carpet and was still.
At that same instant, Ryan rapidly transformed , lunging full force to meet the larger of the two wolves who'd entered through the now delapidated front door, the two behemoths colliding in a fury of teeth and claws, as the invading giant attempted to push forward and drive Ryan back,Holly struck the large wolf from the side, her dagger like claws slicing deep into the beasts side, driving forward into it's body and shreding a lung within the wolf.
The intruder roared in pain, his red eyes rolling as a fount of blood streamed from his fanged maw.
With a streagth born of desperation the giant twisted, his claws ripping across Holly's back eliciting a howl of rage and agony from the blue haired she-wolf..
The great beast,in attempting to dislodge Holly had made a fatal era ..Ryan charged forward,his claws a cyclone of razor tipped rage...
Dorian shrieked as Ryan quickly disimboweld him, the beast internals spilling from it's massive body in a stinking pool...
In a last ditch effort of preservation, Dorian lunged forward..snapping at Ryan..trying to clamp an arm in it's powerful jaws...
In that Instant, a third wolf struck him...coming in low and fast, the female wolf slashed deep into Dorians thigh. and in an act of final contempt ...tore the giant wolf's manhood from his body..
Dorian fell to his knees...a silent scream on his wolfish face...he made a weak swipe at Ryan as the two female wolves continued to mercilessly rip into his flesh, slashing huge gushing furrows into his body as they did..
Ryan dodged the feeble claws effortlessly and padded forward, crouching to stare Dorian in his eyes...with a tilt of his shaggy head..and a hint of a grin on his wolfish face..Ryan grasp the beasts muzzle..
Dorian let out a choked whimper ...his eyes pleading for mercy..
Ryan grinned ..bearing his fangs and forcing his claws deep into Dorian's maw...with a violent tug...the wolf's jaws were snapped in opposite directions...
A gurgled screm filled the room as Dorian collapsed onto the floor...a pool of blood spreading under him as the trio finnished ripping his great form to pieces..
Muir glanced about quickly, in less than a minute his two lesser wolves had been destroyed...the black wolf turned, fleeing was the only option now..he made a half step towards the shattered window, seeing it as his best escape route, when he froze...agony coursing through his lean body...a sulfer like stench filling his nostrils...
From behind, Harlow withdrew the silver blade from Muir's back, his powerful arm wrapping like a vice around the black wolf's throat as he slashed into the beasts thigh...splitting the flesh open to the knee in a huge smoking gash..
Muir howled out crumpling to the floor, his eye tightened in anticipation of the death blow he knew would follow...
Moments later...when death did not come...the black wolf opened his eyes and looked up..
He'd been encircled byy the four wolves..the largest smiling down at him...
" I think we need to have a talk.." Ryan grinned..the giant of a wolf kicked out...and Muir knew no more.
FITZZ wrote: tore the giant wolf's manhood from his body.. ........
This made me laugh my ass off, sure there was a lot of dismemberment and gore but in the entire mess Holly managed to rip a wolf's balls off. I mean seriously, there's a big fight and she goes for the balls.
...The Hunters quickly piled out of the vehicle as it came to a halt outside the warehouse, Andy rushing towards the structure as the others readied their weapons.
" Come on out you fething gutless feths!!" Andy yelled " I know this is a set up!!...Come out!!.."
Miranda slipped her pistol into it's holster and chambered a round in her rifle..." We'll...that's subtle.." she murmered.
" Bruss.." she called..." Obviously they've gone through all this trouble to get us here...and inside..so...let's go."
Andy simply nodded and slung his sword walking towards the entrance.
" Is he always so...vocal?" Sven asked looking at Miranda..
" Has been since I met him" The woman answered " Don't worry...it grows on you."
" No it doesn't." murmered Vegas drawing her Katana and following Andy
Sven shrugged and he and Miranda started towards the entrance as well.
Entering the gloom of the warehouse, Vegas hissed...her hand creeping up to her tattoo..." They're here alright.." she said, her eyes narrowing, trying desperatly to pick up any movement.
" Ok!!" Andy yelled..." Here we are!!...now come on out...I want to make a deal!!"
" Deal?" Miranda said cutting a glance towards Andy..." What deal?"
" Shhh" Andy said waving his hand at the woman and moving forward.
" So nice to see you again Andy" Small's voice echoed in the gloom.." Nice to see all of you in fact.."
" Come out where I can see you Smalls " Andy said flatly, his hand falling to the butt of his pistol..
Suddenly, the lights in the warehouse went up,iluminating the darkness...
" Can you see me now?" Smalls mocked, his middle finger popped up into the air..
Bound to a wooden chair besides him was Wendy, a gag shoved into her mouth, next to him stood Issac, who casualy pointed a pistol at the woman's skull.
" Dramatic...isn't it Bruss...perhaps you should have worn a cape...big S on your chest?" Smalls laughed
" You son of a bitch!!" Give me back my wife!!" Andy roared stepping forward, his teeth gritted.
" Tsk!Tsk!" Smalls said, waving his finger at Andy " Not so fast Hero..."
Andy froze as several ghouls appeared, weapons raised...
From behind him, Andy heard a a low roar.." Wha..?" he had time to think as Vegas rushed past him...her shotgun echoing in the confines of the warehouse..
" Feth!" Andy yelled drawing his gun
A ghoul who'd been struck by Vegas round toppled to the ground, a fist sized hole in it's chest.
The roar of weapons fire filled the interior structure...
Andy dropped to one knee and fired...blasting the top of another ghouls head off.
Miranda raised her rifle,but before she could squeeze the trigger, a glowing bolt of concentrated fire sailed past her...Sven again vaporizing the remaining ghouls..
Andy rose from the floor..." Smalls...let's talk...make a deal..."
Smalls chuckled..." Oh ...I'm sure the Master will have plenty to discuss with you...but for now...we'll be leaving you.."
" Smalls wait!!" Andy yelled.
" Don't worry hero.." Smalls giggled..." we'll take good care of your lovely wife.."
Issac slashed the ropes that held his wife and drug her to the rear exit, his pistol never leaving her head..
" God damnit let's take them!!" Vegas snarled...
" Oh yes...do try." Issac laughed as he threw open the door and pulled Wendy outside..
" Don't look so down Hero.." Smalls laughed backing toward the exit..." My Master will be in touch...in the mean time...I've aranged for you to see an old friend...and old friend that already paid that bastard Katz a visit."
" What?..Who?" Andy stammered as Smalls rushed through the door..
From the shadows came a low hissing...a half dozen Larve had appeared..crouching low and addvancing on the Hunters..
Andy drew the Wrath of Ra from it's sheath...the sword already pulsing in his grasp...
Vegas moved closer to Andy, preparing to meet the Larve's charge , as Sven and Miranda rushed to the others side...
A low deep laugh filled the interior of the warehouse..." Brussss" Came a booming voice...
Striding to join the larve a giant form appeared, it's face a mass of twisted scars, it's body stooped yet powerful...one arm gone at the shoulder.
" Long time no see Andy.." the monstrosity hissed..
" Jimbo.." Andy whispered ...
" But...you.." Vegas began..
Jimbo turned to face the woman, a look of absolute hate in his eyes.." I what...?...Died..?..Oh no.."
Miranda gasped.." They turned him...The Fallen...they turned him down bellow the theater.."
Jimbo laughed...deep and sinister " Brilliant as always ain't you Miranda....yesss...that's exactly what happened.."
" But the explosion.." Andy exclaimed..
" You'd be surprised how powerful the blood is" Jimbo smiled revealing a mouth filled with fangs..." I was in pieces ...and they brought me back..made me...this.."
" And you killed Katz...?" Miranda asked awe struck..
Jimbo nodded..." Just like I'm going to kill all of you.." he roared and leapt.
Vegas quickly rolled across the floor, her katana slashing the legs out from under a charging Larve, with a graceful backward slash the creatures head tumbled to the floor..
Sven rapidly preformed an incantation of shielding, propeling several of the assaulting Larve backwards...his face tight with distaste for the vile creatures.
" Jimbo.." Andy yelled as he dodged the giants attack..." Don't let him do this to you...don't let him.."
" Shut up!!" Jimbo bellowed grabbing Andy in his one powerful arm and lifting him off the floor...
With a roar of frustration and anger, ANdy plunged his sword deep into his former friends chest...
The fiend that had once been the good natured Hunter shrieked...blood boiling from his fanged mouth as he sunk to his knees..
Bruss ripped the sword free and lifted it high over his head...intent on beheading the creature.but paused..this man had sacraficed himself for them...all of them
The creature lunged forward...knocking Andy to the ground...
Bolts of energy flashed passed the two combatants as Sven released another salvo frying two Larve to cinders...
" Kill It Bruss!!" Miranda shouted, driving her dager into the heart of yet another attacking creature.. " KIll it!!"
Andy's hand tightened on his swirds grip, his muscled tensed in preperation of delivering the killing blow...
...And suddenly...Jimbo's head was gone...Vegas stood behind the thrashing body as it toppled off of Andy...her eyes glaring at the headless corpse of the former Hunter...she cleared her throat and spat onto it's back.
The remaining Larve destroyed, Andy winced as he rose to his feet...staring at Vegas..
" He was a monster Bruss" Vegas said with a shrug, wiping the blood from her blade..." Burn the bodies..and let's go."
...The soft sound of applause reached the Hunters from the light fixtures above...
Seated in the steel frame work was Oliver..." Well played.." he chuckled...
The Hunters all turned, glaring up at the Vampire .
" Now..Let's talk about deals Bruss." Oliver smiled.
Ok...No Hunter wounds..
Wendy is still in the hands of Smalls and Issac...
The identity of Katz killer was revealed...
...And now Oliver has a message for Andy and the Hunters.
FITZZ wrote: ...Yeah, ..well ya know..some women can be all kinds of vicious.
I hope you're not speaking from experience there lol.
I've got two ex-wives and a string of ex-girlfriends...I'm definitly speaking from experience.
Divorce, which comes from the latin word meaning 'to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet.'. I've seen it do bad things, never to myself but to family and well it can be painful to say the least.
Wow, that got heavy.
Incredible post and I will have to say I was indeed floored by evil Jimbo, never saw it coming. Other than that, is it safe to RP or do I need to enter PM hell?
I had hoped "evil Jimbo" would be a surprise...glad it was.
No need to enter " PM hell", but I set the ending up like I did so Mordo could RP Oliiver setting up a meeting for POntious and the Hunters...or at least delivering Pontious terms...
And yes...Divorce is absolutely zero fun...
Though me and my First ex-wife are still close friends, we just were to young to be married and things didn't work.
My second ex- wife...blargh...
^ Jesus you sound like my friken dad, im serious. Still friends with his first wife, hates his second( Loves all three of his sons[ One from each] even though the middles is a devil) and is with my mom still. Came out of high school, baam! Married with kid. Shortly devorced. Now the first son has two daughters. Wait, what was I saying? what ever
FITZZ wrote:The small wolf threw his claws up in a futile defensive action as the roar of the weapons filled the small room.
In a hail of silver buckshot the cowering wolf's head vaporized, the dingy wall behind it splashed with gore and smouldering bit's of skull...for a brief instant, the headless wolf stood bolt upright...it's arms outstreached..claws flailing blindly in the air...as if still seeking prey..or begging forgiveness.
With a final spasm, the body pitched forward onto the filthy carpet and was still.
That gave me a good lol just cause I knew it was gonna happen....
I think I'll leave at least the first part of said interrogation to ghosty...
"Now, now is that anyway to talk to someone who has control over your pregnant wife?" Oliver replied calmly, "You want a deal, then we'll make a deal."
"I don't deal with vamps directly." Andy watched the vampire in the rafters for any signs of movement, "It isn't in the best interest for either of us."
"You will deal with who I send to deal with you." Oliver toted his power in the situation, "Let's start with what you want, how about that, good compromise and all."
"There's only two things I want." Andy holstered his sword, "One you know and the other may not surprise you."
"Your wife, of course, you mortals always like fighting for loved ones." Oliver said, "What's the other?"
"I want Smalls, alive and bound." Andy said, "He's going to die, but it will be at my hand."
"Andy Bruss wants to deal with a traitor?" Oliver smiled, "What a surprise, we know about your habits.". Oliver tossed a phone down to the hunters and Andy caught it, "We'll use this to contact you should we see some way you can make a deal."
........
"You made a deal with a vampire?" Miranda was shocked at Andy and a lot of her respect for him left.
"I've done it before, but never for personal gain." Andy looked at the phone, it was a cheap prepaid phone.
"What chapter did you start out in?" Miranda asked.
"Morrison City." Andy got into the car as Miranda set her laptop on the car's hood and began to look up the chapter. She raised an eyebrow as she closed the computer.
"They were disbanded after cleansing the city." Miranda said to no one in particular.
"I know that." Andy sighed as he held the phone in his hand.
"The network doesn't just 'disband' chapters, I can't pull up any other records of their activities. It's pretty much just the date of the chapter founding, the cleansing date, and the date they were disbanded." Miranda honestly had never seen a chapter disbanded. Destroyed and replaced maybe, but never disbanded, even after a cleansing they stuck around for a bit.
"The network doesn't offer benefits." Andy began to talk, "We had guys who died and left family behind, family that needed to be taken care of. Vamps paid us to deal with wolves, and they paid a lot, but we used it all to take care of those families. We also used it to get to the vamps, got them seperated from the rest socially."
"I know you said that you did that, but to what level?" Miranda rubbed her forhead.
"We never did it for personal gain, we never targeted other hunters or humans, and we didn't take hits against other vamps. We killed other vamps and made it look like the guy we were working for did, which helped get him alone." Andy felt Miranda staring him.
"Wasn't that just for personal gain?" Miranda accused him.
"It can be seen that way, but I'm doing it to save Wendy more than for myself." Andy tried to defend his move.
"You did it to save your family." Vegas added in.
"Listen, when all's said and done this deal will go down." Andy turned back to look at Vegas, "Wendy will be safe, Smalls, a traitor, will be dead, and maybe a wolf or two.".
"I still don't like it." Miranda put the car into gear.
"I told you all that you didn't have to come with me, but now that you did you're kind of stuck until the deal goes down." Andy said, "Remember that, this was your choice as well."
TheWildHost wrote:^ Jesus you sound like my friken dad, im serious. Still friends with his first wife, hates his second( Loves all three of his sons[ One from each] even though the middles is a devil) and is with my mom still. Came out of high school, baam! Married with kid. Shortly devorced. Now the first son has two daughters. Wait, what was I saying? what ever
I suppose I'm fortunate in the fact that I didn't have any children with my first two ex wives.
My two kids are with my current Missus, and they didn't come along until I was near 30.
I attribute the failures of my first two attempts at "wedded bliss" to the fact that I spent a lot of time in my late teens , and 20's playing in bands...
Monogamy and playing in a band don't often go hand in hand,
Dez, Carl and Kes moved rapidly through the cities backstreets, the scent of the nearby wolves growing stronger with each passing moment...
" Pull in here!!" Dez exclaimed gesturing out of the vehicle window..
" Yeah...I smell it too" said Carl..." They're close"
Leaping from the vehicle the three quickly checked their weapons as the moved quickly into an secluded alleyway..
" Feth.." Kes said covering her mouth " Looks like they've been feeding.."
Dez crouched and examined the red smear at their feet, he sniffed slightly..." This was another wolf.."
" Not Much left of it is there.?" Carl remarked kicking a picked clean leg bone aside..
" Well well well...what have we here?' Came a deep bass voice from behind the trio..
Dez and the others turned quickly as three huge figures appeared, " Wolves in human form" thought Dez...
" I told you I smelt them coming.." came another voice from the opposite end of the alley as two more giant figures appeared.
" So tell me.." the largest of the wolf pack said in his deep voice " What brings you three here..?" he smiled revealing a mouthful of fangs...his eyes narrowing with a killers gleam.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Wait, was Jimbo the guy I fought with on the rooftops?
Or was that Smalls?
You fought Smalls, who is working for Pontious...and now along with Issac has Wendy.
Jimbo was a Hunter in the first RP who helped the other Hunters escape from the Fallen by blowing them and himself up...or at least trying to.
The car's headlights went off as the car sat in the safehouse's driveway. The ride had been uncomfortably silent and now the tension in the car was palpable. Vegas and Sven got out of the car as Miranda rolled down her window.
"The door's unlocked, go ahead in." she said before rolling the window back up.
"Why Bruss? Why did you do that?" Miranda asked calmly.
"You know why I did it." Andy replied.
"Why didn't you do it in Empire City, for Vegas?" Miranda asked, "In a single moment you went against every, and I mean every single thing I've stood for by working with them and getting me involved in it."
"You chose to stay at my side with this." Andy waved the phone he had been given in front of her, "I didn't put a gun to your head."
"Then answer my question, why didn't you do it for Vegas?" Miranda asked again.
"It was a set up, they were torturing her and we needed to move fast."
"That was a set up too, and you saw that gag in her mouth as well as I did Bruss." Miranda kept calm, "You think she did that voluntarily?"
"It still wasn't the same..."
"Let's see, we have a hunter being held as a hostage, possible torture, and the whole thing being a set up, sounds a lot like the same."
"They didn't have a gun to Vegas's head Miranda, if we tried anything they would've killed Wendy. They wanted us to try something in Vegas's case, trust me, if they had a gun to Vegas's head and any movement would lead to her death I would've done the same."
"Would you really?"
"Yes, I would Miranda. I would make a deal if any other hunter was in Wendy's place."
Miranda studied Andy's face, it seemed that he was telling the truth, but she still had a lingering doubt about his intentions. For one thing they sure as hell contradicted the network but he did have a point about it being voluntary.
"Bruss," Miranda asked, "if we weren't there..."
"I would've done the same thing, I might have died in the warehouse but I would've done the same thing."
"You're a fool Bruss, its going to get you killed."
"You still with me on this?"
"I made a choice and I'm going to follow it through, just don't get me killed."
"I don't plan on it."
The two left the car and headed into the safehouse to wait for the phone call.
[gonna quote the bit FITZZ did, as its been a while, and some of my history posts have been posted since.]
FITZZ wrote:... America, Las Vegas Nevada.
...The dark shape decended from the night sky, his senses assaulted by the sheer amount of garish neon that surrounded him..." Only an American could find this place attractive ." the figure muttered shaking his head and moving rapidly through the crowded streets.
The flashing lights and sheer wall of noise made the vampires head spin, he had always loathed modern cities...particularly modern American cities and wished to rapidly conclude his business here and return to his beloved countryside...
had the orders to come to this wretched place not come from Pontius himself he would never dreamed of setting foot here...
For a brief instant, the vampires eyes fell upon two women, their attire extreamly revealing ...even by modern standards, he considered seducing the pair...taking them somewhere private and feeding but decided against it...he didn't care much for the flavor of the urban dwellers...the full and robust taste of country folk being more to his liking...and of course...there was no time to spare...he had a message to deliver.
Entering the structure he'd been informed to the vampire once again found himself besieged by sound, grimacing against the electronic pounding and frantic flailing of the crowd he attempted to focus ...
There...seated at a secluded balcony table was he who he seeked...moving faster than the human eye could follow...the vampire leaped.
" Wha...who the hell are you." A gorgeous female vampire with flowing red hair exclaimed as the Vampire appeared in front of her and her companion..
The seated male elder simply raised his hand, addressing the woman quickly " No need to fear..." he turned to face the other..." What brings you here Julian...I thought you deplored this sort of establishment...as i recall your none to fond of cities either."
The Vampire bowed slightly " Correct Lord Nero...which is why I intend to be very brief...I've been commanded to bring you a message."
Nero smiled slightly " Then by all means deliver it so that you may take your leave.."
Julian nodded " Pontius of House Bruti request your presence...he is with Black Annise ...Pontius informed me you would know how to find him."
A small frown touched Nero's features " Indeed ...I do...was there any other information Pontius wished you to relay ?"
Julian nodded again.." Our Father has returned.."
Scarlett walked briskly into the main office and stopped beside her desk staring at the monitors above, she watched Julian leaving through the doors on the main lobby camera and quickly vanish from view into the city streets. She waited, watching the people moving in and out of the Rain, things where finally moving forward, had she been mortal she would have been breathing heavily with excitement and doubt on equal measure. Glancing back, she noted Olivia walking in, her companion moving across the room like a cat before sitting carefully down on the couch placed along the left wall from the main desk. The hood was still up, it seemed Olivia had taken to wearing it, somehow it framed her beautiful lips even more so than normal and she did her best to ignore the fire that rose in her belly at the thought of them. Nero walked in after them muttering to a bouncer to keep everyone out, before he firmly closed the doors behind him.
"Was this expected." Scarlett asked her gaze returning to the monitors.
Nero walked over to the chair opposite the desk and sat down, lifting his right leg onto the knee before leaning back into the chair with a slight smile.
"Of course, I could not see any path he would take that would miss the chance to meet you at the very least. Your blood makes you a useful tool, if nothing else."
She nodded, thinking over Julian's message as she stared at people dancing on the main floor. "Black Annise?" Scarlett asked as she turned from the monitors and sat in her own chair.
Nero surpressed the frown that would have marked something to be concerned over and focused on the monitors behind Scarlett for a moment.
"Hopefully nothing to worry yourself over, its best if we worry about things like that once we are face to face with them. Besides, we both know this is where we need to be." Pausing he watched a woman start a fight with another in the upper bathroom and raised a bemused eyebrow. "I'll admit I would have liked the chance to arrive on our own, but a summons is still bringing us to where we need to be."
Scarlett lifted up the pendant and rubbed it slightly nervously as she pondered the words. Nero had recognised the power of this gift on the first night of their journey to Vegas, had realised they had the potential to unleash a trap for one of the most powerful Kindred on the world and had been helping her ever since. As she looked at Nero, she did have to wonder how much of this was his goal over her own. It was something she knew could cost her dearly if she misread the position she found herself in once in another country, and although she felt him a worthy ally, she was still not fully convinced she could trust him.
"So what now?" Olivia asked.
Both Nero and Scarlett looked to her, then back to one another sharing a slight but knowing smile.
"We leave for Prague." Nero said his eyes darkening.
Excellent MDS...it'll be good to finally have your characters mixing with the others...
Not to mention...I might just have a surprise for you as well.
EDIT:..BTW, like the new avatar, I know I've seen it before...for some reason I'm linking it to Rod Serlling...is it from Night Gallery? Dark Shadows??..It's very familar but I just can't place it ATM.
Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:Cheers FITZZ, and sounds good, looking forward to it.
Not sure on the avatar tbh, I did a search on tnypic for cobwebs and this fella was on the first page.
@Hlaine - dang it he missed, never send a minion to do a master's job.
You may not believe this MDS, but I finally remembered where the picture in your avatar is from...
It's from an old episode of The Andy Griffith Show in which Andy and Barney investigate a "Haunted House" and discover a moon shiner.
...I knew it looked familar.
Sorry again for the late posting, more to come soon.
IC
1903 - Wilson farm, somewhere SW of New Orleans
"Thomas, come inside, you're making me nervous!"
The preacher stood on the porch of his new home and frowned at his wife's tone, she was scared. He had come to Louisiana late the year before and it had taken a few months for him to find a suitable place for his family to dwell. Here, outside of the city, he had viewed them as safe; far away from the reaches of the many vampires and other devils, both supernatural and human. His work had originally started, like many before him, as just a normal spiritual calling. His wife's family had hated it. She, Theresa Chambers, the rich girl corrupted by the velvet words of him, a preacher from the wrong part of town. Eventually he found out why they hated him so much and his life had changed, they had been in league with the vampires. In his anger, his fury, the light had given him the power of an angel and he had killed each and every one of them: each walking corpse delivered to hell by the true light. His calling was now greater than ever and he had chosen to move from their hometown to a city where he could truely make a difference, where no shadows of the past could torture them. Where she would not cry each and every time the sun hit their bedroom window.
"Thomas! You can't stay out there all night"
He frowned deeper, his left cheek twitching as his irritation rose. Theresa had not taken the deaths of her family well and she had turned from the strong woman he had fallen for to a nagging, weak, sometimes borderline blasphemous, harpy. He had to admit to himself that a large part of their move was a hope that she would come to her senses, that she would return to him. So far however her condition had only gotten worse; her tantrums and screaming fits had caused him to loose his temper more than once. He had resorted to spending more time in the city, investigating some voodoo witch who was corrupting the locals with her magic. The witch was one of many but she had caught his attention by the fact that many of her so called 'spells' actually seemed to work. He had tracked her down to a house on the edge of the French quarter but she had vanished and he hadn't heard any news of her for a month. Thomas leaned against the house, he needed to find her again.
"Thomas!!!"
Theresa's paniced tone was not all that unusual anymore; he pulled out the cross in his waistcoat pocket and closed his eyes for a moment, hoping for some release from his anger. The sobs starting inside cut his thoughts in two and he snapped. He'd had enough. She would be quiet and let him contemplate his next move in peace! Slamming the door shut behind him he strode towards the back of the house, she would be sitting in the kitchen, most likely obsessively sewing by the stove, again.
"Theresa, this is quite enough! How many times do I have to tell you..."
He paused at the kitchen door, the sobbing had stopped. No. It had moved and the room was empty. Rolling his eyes Thomas followed the noise, wondering if his wife had actually completely lost her mind this time. He stopped as the sobs did for a moment, then turned as they restarted from yet another direction, from outside. Something in Thomas' gut stopped him from venturing further, he clasped the cross to his chest and uttered a silent prayer. The entire farm was quiet but for the sound of insects buzzing in the night; no noise at all and he wondered how he had missed it. The barn was dark, despite the five that had gone in there less than an hour ago with drinks and food, intent on celebrating their new employment. From the shiver that coursed through his blood, knew he something had found him. Thomas ran upstairs and straight to his bedroom: he needed his gun tonight.
The figure sat amongst the beams of the barn roof, green glass bottle in one hand, ornate dagger in the other, shaking her head in disbelief. Taking a swig of the over-sweet wine, she gazed across to the farmhouse viewable through the window at the end of the barn and smiled. It was a pretty enough farm, fairly new, built on a piece of raised land and surrounded by recently drained fields and very, oh so very secluded. She had seen the woman run from the house and into the bayou, sobbing like a child; she almost felt sorry for her. For a moment she did wonder exactly what her ally had done to make the woman run rather than cower, she had not taken the woman as one to run rather than just hide but it would not matter. The Hunter's wife had run out into the open bayou, if the gators or water didn't get her, she would just have to finish the humanii off later herself, a real hunt before a meal always made her more appreciative of a the taste anyway. With a sigh she threw her dagger down towards the floor, it hit something soft with a 'thwuck'. She curled a finger around a tightly bound lock of her hair and raised it to her eyeline, considering just what her ally had done to turn the end such a putrid green from its usual black. The dark skinned youth trailed the end of the 'lock across her left breast, caressing a recently opened series of circular cuts that were still weeping blood across her ebon-skinned chest. She threw her head back and groaned as the hair speared into one wound. Chanting a few words of an old incantation, she drank more wine and began using the lock of hair to paint extra symbols onto the skin of her other breast. this was taking longer than she had wanted but Gaagii had wanted payment on the job. Her eyes rolled back to white as she could feel him in her head, they would finish the job together now the Hunter was aware.
Thomas scrambled in the top drawer of his cabinet, the silver bullets had rolled out of their box to the back and he was far to aware of his mortality right now. Grasping desperately at the back of the drawer he started praying, managing to calm his nerves slightly. Whatever it was that was coming he would be ready, he would kill them and then perhaps he would go after his wife, perhaps. Finding what he was after proved much easier now his thoughts were more collected. Blessing each delicately engraved bullet as he placed them into the chamber of his revolver he counted them to give himself more confidence. One, two, three, four, five... only five! Thomas pulled his shirts out of the drawer trying to find the last of the set but to no avail, he cursed and grabbed a regular bullet, shoving it in the last hole with an angry, profanity-filled blessing.
Erzuli's eyes flicked back and she stretched her neck, feeling each muscle had tensed in her moments of shared conciousness. Gaaggi was ready. She slid off the beam she was sitting on and dropped to the floor of the barn. Her bare feet hit the ground softly yet still caused an audible 'squeltch' noise, the last one to die had taken a while to stop bleeding. Glancing down at the floor she rolled her eyes at the sight: four fools who had been too drunk to notice the unusual smell or taste of the wine bottle she had brought with her. A bottle that she had chosen to hold herself and yet never drink from, a brown bottle with no label that now sat by the door to the barn. The spasms had been mostly silent and exceptionally fast, her mix had worked much better than expected, in fact only the last to fall had been a problem. She had been forced to slit his throat, not exactly a difficult task considering her choice of potion but he had insisted on crawling for the doors. She bent down and pulled her dagger out of the leg of a large man; she mused of her surprise that he had died first and then walked towards the barn doors.
The Hunter held his cross to his chest once more as he started back down the stairs cautiously, the gun held tightly in his other hand was pointed downwards, lest anything try and rush up the steps towards him. As he got to the bottom, a flutter of wings caught him by surprize and he let off a shot towards the open front door. A raven, unharmed, looked back up at him, gazing with unconcerned curiosity at the man who had tried to kill it. The lamplight shone just enough past Thomas to show the human eye in the bird's beak. The Hunter pointed the gun towards it, his hand shaking slightly and gritted his teeth, feeling the bile rise in his throat. The raven ate the eye. The Hunter hissed as he pulled the trigger.
"Devil creature!"
"I see what she saw, half preacher..."
The bird was gone and the sourceless voice shook him to his core.
"You've been a bad boy little huntsman..."
"Where are you demon bird?"
A wind whistled past the Hunter and whirled round the house with what sounded like laughter; the fire and all the lamps snuffed out in an instant. Thomas was left with only the weak light of the moon to light his way for a moment. He stumbled to the doorway and looked out into the darkness, a tiny sudden light caught his eye and he fired into the night but it was gone as suddenly as it had appeared. The wind laughed once more and spun him round.
"Where are you? Show yours..."
Thomas' scream was cut short as the barn erupted into flame. He spun and stared in shock for a moment, then saw a figure walking towards the house, its sillohette distorted by the heat. Forgetting about the bird he raised his gun and fired twice, the figure let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground.
"Not for you to kill half preacher..."
Thomas looked at the gun raising to his own chest and realised the voice was in his head. He started to pray out loud, pulling the cross up to his chest. The silver symbol began to glow in his hand and the voice screeched. His head was filled with pain but he felt his finger start to squeeze the trigger anyway. The gun fired.
Erzuli growled as her huge, black furred, beast-wolf form leaned over the Thomas' body, somehow he was still breathing, the cross had not deflected the shot but still the man lived. Her left arm hung limply and the white marks across her fur were stained with blood from the bullet in her shoulder, another future scar for the salve to ease the pain of. The scorch of silver burned in the wound and she braced herself against the porch, which creaked from her weight. Grimacing, she raised a claw to the wound and dove inside to dig out the offending object.
Thomas was woken by the roar of pain and he looked up to see the giant wolfman pull a bullet out of its shoulder and stagger backwards. He sat up and was frozen in fear for a moment before he grasped his own chest, wondering why he was not dead. The gun fell from his grasp fell onto his lap. The wolf's head snapped down to look at him and it snarled. She watched the Hunter shake as he held a cross in one hand and pulled a crushed silver bullet from his clothing with the other. Her head buzzed as Gaagii tried to reconnect with her but he was too weak and faded; he would be angry when he returned and maybe ask her for more payment to complete the task. She snarled again at the thought of him asking for anything else.
The Hunter was still in a daze as he looked up at the wolf; his eyes widened again and he grabbed for his gun. The wolf's paw slammed down on the gun just as his hand got to it. He screamed out as his manhood and hand were crushed beneath the full weight of the beast. Spittle flicked across his face as the wolf pushed her muzzle upto his nose; she closed her clawed 'hand' and pulled the gun back towards her, taking chunks of him with it. He screamed again, shuddering as the wolf 's fur melted and was replaced by a young, naked African woman, who was covered in blood and scars. She cleaned off the gun and flicked open the chamber, examining the single bullet remaining. Thomas shuddered as he felt his blood flow down the steps of his home, apparently the stories of werewolves were true as well. The monster in front of him shut the gun and pointed it at his head.
Erzuli had to laugh as she threw the gun aside; silver may not have harmed him but lead had done the trick very well. She sat beside the corpse, holding her injured arm and looked round at the farm, illuminated by the burning barn: one house, a burnt out barn, a small stable with two horses, if they didn't panic and run and an isolated spot far out of town where no one would bother her. Putting the thought of a few months more preperation work and grumpy spirits out of her head, she smiled. Laying across the porch, using the hunter's body as a bloody pillow she allowed her smile to broaden.
Great RP Aurelia, enjoying your post quite a lot.
..BTW, I am planning a few write ups concerning wolves searching for your character in New Orleans very soon, I just have a few other things to see to first.
..." You have the stink of a pack of Nrajah on you.." Jarin snarled as he and his pack closed on Dez and the others, his form beginning to twist and change, his eyes narrowed as he glared towards Carl..." Except you..something.."
Before Jarin could complete his sentance, Carl drew his pistol and fired, the silver round punching into the big wolf's stomach and knocking him back to the ground..
" Take them!!" Jarin roared in a mixture of rage and pain, his clawed hands digging at the sizzling bullet lodged in his midsection...
As one the giant wolves transformed and surged forward, claw and fang posed for the kill..
" Holy hell.." Kes muttered as she crouched near Dez , who just grunted as he sighted his weapon on the nearest wolf...Kes followed his lead, bringing her weapon to bear and a second later the alleyway filled with the roar of gunfire, the foremost wolf pitching sideways as round after round of silver entered it's body, pulverizing it's heart and skull in a hail or burning metal.
" GO!!" Dez shouted snatching Kes back as a second wolves claws sliced through the air where she had stood..
" Screw that" Kes yelled as she began to transform, Dez dodged the lunging beast and quickly began his own transformation as the trio of huge wolves charged into him and Kes.
The night sky filled with the din of combat, the growls and howls of savage warfare echoing through the alley..
Dez met the largest of the three wolves, his claws slashing viciously into the beast chest attempting to tear out the beating heart bellow the powerful flesh..
The Wolf roared and countered, his fangs locking onto Dez's upper arm and ripping back violently , shreading muscle and sinew as it did.
At the same moment Carl began his transformation to the visage of the beast, his eyes locking on the battle before him...he saw the wolf that was Kes being torn open by the maurading wolves, one locking it's powerful jaws around the she-wolf's neck as the other slashed into her writhing body with it's razor sharp claws..
In an instant Dez had dispatched the beast he'd been locked in combat with, driving his dagger like claws into the wolf's chest finaly and crushing it's heart within it's shattered ribcage...the wolf shuddered and toppled backwards as Dez turned, his arm hanging at his side in ruins and attempted to aid Kes.
Carl lept forward, intent of protecting the two young wolves, but a force like a wrecking ball struck him from the side sending him spiraling into a nearby car...he quickly rolled upright trying to stand when the crushing wieght landed on him again, Carl let loose a howl of agony as he felt powerful fangs sink into his neck..clamping down for the kill.
Dez, quickly used all the streagth he had in his remaining good arm to force the wolf tearing at Kes neck away, with his powerful hind legs he lashed out kicking the second wolf and sending it sprawling onto the pavement,as fast as he could move, he gathered Kes up from the ground and rushed for their vehicle as the two wolves behind then leapt to their feet and quickly pursued..
Carls eyes closed, his acceptance his death overcoming him, but to his surprise, the killing bite did not come...instead...the wolf released him..
" Pure Blood" whispered Jarin in a shear amazement.." Your a Pure Blood"
Before the Huge wolf could react, Carl slashed backwards ripping into the stunned behemoths face and leapt to his feet rushing behind Dez and Kes..
Carl roared from behind catching one of the wolves that pursued his young friends unaware and sent the beast head first through the windshield of a parked car..
The second wolf turned and charged at Carl,who slashed out with murderous fury....tearing a bloody furrow into the attacking Beast...
An instant later Carl had leapt into the vehicle as the engine roared to life, tires screaming the wounded wolves fled into the night..
Jarin rose from the ground, the dripping wounds in his face already beginning to mend, he watched the fleeing vehicle pull away rapidly, his eyes narrow and cold...
A moment later the two remaining wolves from his pack limped to his side, both nursing bloody wounds of their own..
" Do we follow?" one asked Jarin as it wiped at the blood that poured from a huge gash in it's forehead.
Jarin shook his head..." Not yet...we need to heal.." The Huge wolf grinned " But...I have a plan.."
Walking slowly to his car, Jarin lifted his phone from the dash...dialing quickly...after a moment he spoke..
" Musater...I've a job for you" The big wolf smiled.
OK...that's that.
Jarin's pack lost two wolves
And the rest are all wounded.
Dez suffered a severe wound to his left arm, muscle has been torn apart.
Carl suffered a single wound to the neck, but is on the mend already.
Kes suffered serious wounds, both to her throat and body...she's pretty badly banged up and will have to rest in order to heal.
Jarin has also called in Musater for aid in tracking down this "new Pure Blood", he will provide him with all vehicle info as well as torn clothing with the three wolves scents .
He'll also be informing Natasha of his discovery as well.
As a side note, Vegas and Sven are right now separate from Miranda and Andy. If you two want to leave, there's another chance for you, if you want to talk behind Andy's back, there's a chance for you.
BIC:
How to sell your soul, part 3.
Andy picked up the phone in the apartment room the hunters were using as a temporary safe house. It was often customary for the hunters to change their location should they need to kill a vampire who had hired them, kept some of the power to the hunters. "Hello?"
"Who is this?" the voice on the other end asked.
"You're calling me, who are you?"
"I work for Gaius." the voice replied.
"Oh, so I guess he decided to accept our services?" Andy knocked on the wall to attract Ash's attention and the veteran hunter soon entered the room.
"Yes, but he is wary, of course." the voice said, "It seems that every vampire who has enlisted your aid has died by your hands."
"They all deceived us, my friend." Andy tried to be cordial, "We have a very strict set of guidelines for our clients to follow, merely safeguards in place to protect both us and them."
"What guidelines?" the voice asked
"First of all, no weapons, we carry them but that's for our protection because we capture very, very nasty things as you may know. Secondly we don't deal directly with vampires, if we see a vamp or a newly made vamp we open fire. Thirdly we don't do hits on humans, we don't know if some other hunters are in the area and we don't want to risk it. Lastly we demand a small portion of the fee up front for supplies." Andy leaned back in his chair, "You catch all that?"
"No weapons, vamps, hits on humans, and up front payment." the voice replied.
"Very good, now what do you need us to do?" Andy got the thumbs up from Ash.
"There is a vampire who has been, doing less than beneficial things to our kindred." the voice said shakily.
"You want us to kill a vampire for you, don't you have ways of dealing with your own kind?" Andy said out loud to make sure Ash heard what was requested.
"No, no, no. The vampire in question is very... close to Gaius, its who he's dealing with that we want killed." the voice was beginning to seem forced.
"Stop beating around the bush and tell whoever is forcing you to speak to use the phone for themself." Andy said sternly.
"He wishes to speak to you." the voice said loud enough for Andy to hear, Andy also heard a scuffle and a cry of pain.
"Listen human, I will not be ordered around by you!" a different voice said angrily.
"Is this Gaius?" Andy remained calm.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes it does, because Gaius knows that he wants our help and if he does want our help he should keep his tone down."
"I don't need your help fool, I could take care of this on my own!"
"I doubt that, if you called us then you obviously had a bit of doubt that you would be able to actually do anything. So, Gaius, tell me what exactly you want us to do."
"I could deal with it..."
"No you couldn't Gaius, what's the problem? Your, whatever she was, said that it has something to do with a vampire very close to you. Who exactly are we dealing with?"
"You don't need to know his relation to me."
"Yes we do." Andy smiled, "Is he your brother, son, uncle, relative, whatever?"
"I said you don't need to know human."
"Yes I do," Andy tried to prevent his voice from raising, "the network knows about your inner dealings, we know that there are certain punishments that must be carried out if something is done by a vampire that goes against the 'kindred' as a whole. Who is it and what are they doing?"
"He's a good friend, Marc, he's been dealing with wolves." Gaius's tone had completely changed, "He's been selling them arms for drugs, he uses them as bait. Its against our race to do such a thing, and if any others found out he would be killed."
"So you want us to kill a bunch of potentially armed wolves that are dealing with a... very close friend of yours?" Andy asked, Ash once again gave a thumbs up, "That we can do for you."
"I don't want Marc harmed." Gaius added quickly.
"He won't be, but we need to discuss prices." Andy watched as Ash scrawled a number on a notepad and kept it hidden from him, Andy made a 'WTF' motion and Ash gave Andy the sign to start negotiating.
"Of course, all about money aren't you?"
"And you're all about the blood, but I don't tell you how to get what you want." Andy mocked back, "Seeing as though the werewolves are armed, dealing drugs means they have some sort of enterprise set up with potential human traffickers, and we have a potential vampire threat that you want alive and most likely unharmed. How old is he?"
"230 years."
"230 years old..." Andy began to calculate the information in his head, "We'll be charging $500,000.". Andy watched as Ash turned the note pad around and saw '$425,000' written on it.
"That's outrageous and you know it."
"Listen Gaius, we're offering you a very, very unique service here. We can deal with your issue unlike other vampires who would have to kill Marc and of course werewolves can smell a vamp from miles away. You wouldn't be able to get close and any thralls you send will be too stupid to do any good. We can go in, kill the wolves, and we're not bound by some sort of court thing to kill a vampire dealing with werewolves. Because you have a high demand for our services and no other groups in this city can offer you the same, we're asking for a high price. That and the amount of danger means that we'll probably lose some people doing this, the money is used to replace them."
Andy could hear nothing from the other side of the line as Gaius began to think about the proposal.
"You have a deal hunter." Gaius said almost like he had been punched in the stomach, "$500,000 will be paid in full upon completion, but if Marc is harmed..."
"Marc will not be harmed and if he is, we will gladly take reduced payment. If you even try to send armed men to us we will kill them, and well you remember the vampire known as Holt right?" Andy smiled and gave Ash a flash of all five of his fingers.
"We will finish the details later." Gaius hung up the phone.
"Well, that's $500,000 for taking out a bunch of wolves." Andy was still smiling, it felt good.
"That's a hell of a price tag, why exactly is he willing to pay so much?" Ash asked.
"I think he's gay." Andy nodded.
"That's fantastic." Ash said as he slapped a hand on the desk, "Great first sale by the way. 'We offer a very unique service', good stuff, good stuff. You're very well on your way to being in charge one day."
.........
Days later,
The stink of human refuse filled the noses of the hunters as they moved through the sewers below the city. They were clad in all black and only the red lights of their night vision could be seen in the darkness. The deal had fallen through, Gaius had tried to trace the phone they used to set up the deal and he was already being dealt with by the hunters who weren't already fulfilling the hunter's part of the bargain. Never the less, they had planned the attack on the criminal enterprise created by the wolves, the deal had been accepted and the hunters were even happier to hear that the target was a well known hunter killer, they called him 'The Butcher' because of his use of dismemberment on any and all of his targets. The wolf made anything the hunters did look like preschool presentations in the comparison of the gore, entire rooms coated with blood and lined with entrails, bones used to create scenes or decoration for the room. They were hoping to be paid for it, unfortunately they wouldn't be given the extra money but they would take it from Gaius's corpse.
BTW I'm curious, how exactly could Jarin tell he was a Pure Blood? To me it almost sounded like it had something to do with taste but I may be mistaken...
I'm also wondering how it works that Carl's in this Lunar brotherhood which is supposed to be a group of all hunters turned wolf, when he's been a pure blood all his life....apparently he's really good at hiding it...
TheWildHost wrote:Ok, so do i need to fill out new NPC forms??
If you wish, or you could always just RP the introduction of a new NPC for your existing PC and just do a bit of "backstory"...
IE "...and then Artyom pick up Carol, who was a dedicated Witch Hunter from the network.."...or something along those lines...pretty sure we'll be able to figure out your new NPCs stats that way as well.
WARORK93 wrote:BTW I'm curious, how exactly could Jarin tell he was a Pure Blood? To me it almost sounded like it had something to do with taste but I may be mistaken...
I'm also wondering how it works that Carl's in this Lunar brotherhood which is supposed to be a group of all hunters turned wolf, when he's been a pure blood all his life....apparently he's really good at hiding it...
Just wondering....
You nailed it Warork, the instant Jarin tasted Carl's blood...he knew he was Pure Born.
Now, as Kais pointed out...most of the Lunar Brotherhood is comprised of Hunters turned wolf....but...well I can't say much without revealing a few plot points...but let's just say Carl , even being a Pure Blood has his reasons for his involvement with the Lunar Brotherhood.
Sorry for not posting, had a seizure last night, and today i'm all groggy of medecin, but i'll try to get a rp up tonight, revealing what happened in the whiteness.
Vegas lighted her fourth cigarette as they sat in the small room. Hours had passed and no call had arrived. Sven lay in the sofa softly snoring. Andy tried to ignore the noises from Sven as he watched television. The dark warm aroma of coffee battled with the smoke over air superiority. Miranda walked in from the kitchen handing a cup over to Andy, who thankfully nodded. She hold one out for Vegas who thankfully accepted. Time passed, her coffee grew cold and she was getting innerved by the Czech an Television. “Feth it, I’m going for a walk” she announced. “We can receive a phone call any second now.” And y said. “You said that three hours ago, if something happens… You’ve got my number.” Vegas pulled her overcoat on, it kept her warm and hid the her weapons from curious eyes. “I’ll be back in an hour” she said as she slammed the door closed. The clap made Sven jump out of his sleep. “What’s going on?” He asked. “Nothing, go back to sleep.” Miranda softly said.
Sven yawned as he laid himself back down. “She’s changed.” Andy said after Sven returned to his soft snoring. “More then you think.” “How do you mean?” Andy asked, his eyes no longer focused on the screen. “You saw her tattoo?” “Yeah, that thing gives me the creeps. Its like its almost alive.” “That Tattoo is a Th’rvlek.” “A what?” Miranda looked at Andy, not sure if she should tell more. But it waned her conscience down. She had to tell someone. “A Th’rvlek, … it symbolizes the binding between our world and the one beyond.” “Heaven?” Andy asked. Miranda raised her shoulders. “I don’t know, only the Witch hunters know.” Andy took some time to let the news seep in. “A Witch hunter…” he said. “That means she crossed the space between…” “… And returned” Miranda said finishing the sentence. Andy smiled and responded as he saw Miranda’s puzzled face. “I thought that dead was something eternal. It’s good to know you can outsmart it.” “That’s just it Andy, you can’t outsmart dead.” They both looked at each other for several minutes before Andy said the dreaded question up loud. “But if she is dead ,…then what is she?”
Vegas exhaled the smoke burrowed deep in her lungs. She sat on a chair in the vibrant center of Prague. Businessmen walked besides her, woman cheating on their husbands, children playing football in the streets. Vegas looked at people happily living their life’s, unaware of the thing that stalked the streets at night. Sometimes Vegas longed to be like them, unaware… Living. But each time she tried to see herself as one of them. She saw the face of Colt instead, Holly playing hide and seek in the apartment. When she saw these visions, she knew that there was no place for her in this world. But I didn’t stop her for longing for it. The bells of the cathedral bounced through the streets. The sound of long lost glory and redemption. Vegas stood up and threw some cash on the table, she followed the sound until she reached the steps of the Cathedral. “This Gothic cathedral was built in the 15th century, by count Drazlov to thank God for his many glories…” Vegas looked at the guide holding a yellow flag in the air. A bunch of tourist hovering around like bees around their queen. A small child bored by the guide looked at her. It pulled his mum closer and pointed at Vegas scarred face. He laughed while saying something in a unfamiliar language, the mom turned around and slapped the young child. Turing him around towards the guide. Vegas sighted, even her face yelled that she didn’t belonged in this place.
She left the tourists behind and walked into the Cathedral. She was dumbstruck by the sheer silence of the cathedral. The silence and atmosphere felt fragile almost divine. For once in a long time she felt safe. As if the silence protected her from the things outside. She seated herself in one of the stools looking at the altar. Light radiating from the ceiling fell right on it. “It’s beautiful isn’t it.” A voice said from behind her. It was a young man in robes, his glasses reflected the light. A priest. “Yes, it is.” “I couldn’t help to notice that you seem… Occupied.” The priest said waging his words. Vegas raised her eyebrows. “Not a lot of people come to the cathedral to pray anymore. It makes my job easier.” Vegas couldn’t help to smile as the young priest did. “So whats your problem young child.” She looked around, there was no one around. “Honestly, I don’t know.” “Surely you must know. People aren’t usually depressed over nothing.” Vegas sighted “Tell me Father, Does heaven exsist.” The priest raised his eyebrows not expecting the change in the conversation. “If you ask me proof, I can’t give it to you, but I believe there is.” Vegas looked at the marble altar sparkling in the light. “I went there father, to the other side.” The priest frowned, not knowing if she meant what she said. “What did you see my child?” It took some time for Vegas to answer. “I saw nothing and myself”
Vegas ran, as hard as she could. The trees were a blur of green as she passed them. She had to keep moving or she would lose. She glanced back Sky was still following her. Where was the other child? Where was Holly? Suddenly Holly jumped in front of her. Her small fist swinging at Vegas. Vegas twisted her body trying to avoid her impending doom. “Tag , you’re it.” Holly yelled in a high pitched voice. “not for long!” she yelled back while chasing the giggling Holly. Vegas stopped when a man appeared in the distance. Smoke slowly circled up from his cigarette., towards the mighty branches of the wood. “James…James!” she yelled as she ran to him. The two little girls looked at the new arrival, unhappy that their game had stopped. “James… come play…”
Vegas looked in the eyes of Colt, they were jet-black. This wasn’t colt… this wasn’t… Vegas mind opened itself. She looked up seeing the whiteness once again. The forest was gone, the feelings of happiness fluttered and died. “What is this?” she asked herself. The man that wasn’t James looked at her. “This is nothing Vegas. You know that as much as I do.” “Is this it? I thought it would be…” “This is getting us nowhere, we know why you are here….and I accept.” The not James looked at her, throwing his cigarette away. “There’s only the small matter of price.” He said while he pulled a silver katana out of nowhere and handed it to her? Vegas gripped the sword tightly, the katana felt like a natural extension of her arm. She turned her back at the black eyed James. Sky and Holly were watching her from underneath the white apple tree. Vegas slowly walked towards the two little girls, slowly raising the katana in the air.
The two innocent girls looked up to her, innocently smiling. She remembered the years with Holly, the mischief that they caused. The joking anger of their father when he came home and saw the mess. She fell to her knees, tears falling down absorbed by the whiteness. She couldn’t do it. “The price has to be paid.” The black eyed man asked. Vegas gazed at the small girls who hugged her. She took the Katana and slid it trough her wrists. The crimson dripped from her skin. Holly and sky softly cried as they pulled her closer. “Don’t go they screamed.” Vegas didn’t answer as life drained from her veins. This was her choice, the Oracle was wrong. She would die here. Not Prague. And Holly was here. She looked at the small blue haired child. “I love you” she whispered to the crying Holly. The black eyes appeared before her. “Nice try, but I won’t let you get away so easily.” “Go feth yourself” Vegas cursed before everything went dark.
The priest listened to the story, the girl believed what she said. He didn’t knew what to do. In all his years he had never come across this. He looked at the young woman softly caressing the wrists. Her scarred wrists. “But,… If Sky died there… then… who are you?” The woman stood up and walked towards the exit. “You didn’t answer my question!” he yelled breaking the silence. He ignored the angered look of his superior. He had to know. The girl looked over her shoulders. “…I am Vegas, nothing more, nothing less.”
Chowderhead wrote:Yep, I know. Before I can do any RP's I need to get Ghosty's answer.
Yeah, I'm sort of waiting to see what ghosty does with his new captive myself, as I have a few ideas for write ups ...but can't do much until I know what he RP's.
Same goes for waiting on Mordo to RP some sort of response to the " Andy and the Hunters waiting for a call" situation..
Sven sat on the edge of the couch and started to slowly cycle air through his lungs. He was starting to become a part of these hunters, something alien to him. The stress of the whole situation was building inside of him but his strain had to have been nowhere close to Andy’s. It’s moments like these that make him feel weak, whenever he plays problems out in his head who can seeing the problem being solved so easily but even since he started to see this hell he learned most problems were too far beyond his grasp and even worse was when other people had problems. He had no idea how he could help the people around. Andy must be worried sick and Vegas was starting to lose her mind. A long time ago Sven felt he was Superman with his powers and saw a world full of trouble he could save but when he started to see his limits he started to fall back on dreams, you can't save everyone.
Meditation seemed like that only thing that could clear his mind but mind was warping and twisting all his thoughts only evoked negative feelings. He started to feel hopeless in his useless state. Sven soon pierced the vial but his mind was still battling, he knew he had to deal with his own problems first before he can help the world around him.
The phone rang once, a cheery chime that belied the sinister association with the call. Andy snatched up the cell, flipping it open with great speed as he walked out of the room to speak in private. The voice on the other end spoke with a voice made of dark gossamer silk laden with a deep hidden malice, forming the words slowly and carefully with a strong English accent that dripped with mockery.
"Hullo, Bruss, you and I have much to discuss."
Andy grit his teeth, almost shouting before lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper as he spoke.
"Wendy, where is she? If you've hurt her, I'll make you beg me to kill you."
The voice tittered cruelly, pausing before resuming his thought.
"Your darling wife and child are unharmed, for now. They are enjoying the legendary hospitality of Tommy Rawhead in the depths of the Marl Pit, under his watchful gaze, I doubt you'll do anything rash."
Silence greeted the voice as Andy contemplated what next to say. The vamp had his family stowed away with that... 'thing', making any rescue impossible. He would have to deal as he had intended.
"I want them returned to me unharmed. Not a fething scratch, hear me? If you hurt either of them, I swear I'll skin you alive."
Oliver laughed again, a wicked sound that reverberated in Andy's skull like a smiling daemon.
"And what do you offer us in return? What could you possibly use against my master as a bargaining chip? All he surveys is his, no mere gift of riches or services could appease the Roman. But you are intelligent by the standards of the Cattle, you must know this. So what then, do you offer us, Bruss? What great deed will you perform in his name?"
"I'll kill the Pure Blood."
There was a slight pause, as if Oliver was considering the deal.
"The whelp of the Grubrah and that whore? Do you think a mere pup is beyond our grasp? We wait to strike for reasons of our own. However," At this, Oliver paused, leaving Andy with baited breath. "It does save the Kindred considerable time in eliminating this... nuisance. But that is a simple errand, hardly worth the return of two fine specimens. I ask you, Bruss, how much are you willing to do to save them?"
Andy stood with the phone is hand for what seemed like a thousand lifetimes, staring stiffly ahead. Moving his tongue across dry lips, he spoke a single word. "Anything."
Oliver laughed, "Excellent! I was hoping you would say that. You must do exactly as I tell you, and then, only then, will you see your lovely wife again."
"Wait, before I agree to anything, swear on your twisted filthy life that you'll give Smalls to me, I need to be the one to end him."
"Of course, the traitor will be yours, if you listen..." Oliver spoke, and Andy listened, his whole body going numb as the vampire made his demands, a cold sweat trickling down his cheek as he dumbly nodded.
"I... yes, I'll do it. Not for you, for Wendy."
Oliver laughed, "Many a man has begun their journey to Hell with words very similar to yours."
The phone clicked off, and Andy was left alone with the magnitude of his decision.
I have a feeling its gonna get bad for the wolves soon......
Currently working a just a small piece of RP, its not gonna have much to do with current events as I promised Ghosty the first part of the interrogation , but it will have to do with a few other things.....
I have a feeling its gonna get bad for the wolves soon......
Currently working a just a small piece of RP, its not gonna have much to do with current events as I promised Ghosty the first part of the interrogation , but it will have to do with a few other things.....
All I will reveal ATM is that it's some pretty cold blooded stuff...and it will be affecting both wolves and Hunters...other than that...stay tuned everyone...stay tuned.
Ok, I'm about to clock out and should be home shortly...depending on traffic...nightmarish Friday traffic...so I'll get a few write ups in later tonight...after I kiss the Missus, rough house with the kids, eat and down a few beers.
"Now fella, I'd like to say that we have two roads ahead of us, one where ya tell me everything, and get to run home with your tail between your legs, or the messy alternative. Of course, if I told you that I'd be lying, wouldn't I?" Ryan smiled genuinely, enjoying the look of desperation on his captive.
Several minutes had passed since the attack had finished, and Muir was now tied to the Radiator with something warm and slippery. He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was as he gazed across to Dorian's eviscerated corpse, specifically at the split open stomach, and the entrails hanging from within. After the initial aftermath, the werewolves surrounding him had become subdued, the blue haired she-wolf was leaning against the wall, having her wounds dressed by the Cowboy. The other women had already gone, obviously seeking to placate any who had heard the sounds of a struggle. The Irish man, had spent little time removing a grisly trophy from Dorian, and threading it onto a necklace of his, much to the abject horror of Harlow.
"So I don't have much time, and I'm looking for answers. So, and I'm sure you won't mind, we're going to skip you denying telling me anything on your own free will, and we're gonna go straight to pushing this here silver dagger under your finger nails. How does that sound?" Ryan hefted the blade, and stepped over to Muirs Feet. Locking one in place with a vice like grip, Ryan began to tickle lightly the tips of the toes, marveling at the sulfurous smoke sizzling free from the merest touch of the blade. Muir gasped out in pain as Ryan slid the blade under the first toe nail, unable to vocalize the amount of pain he was in. The silver was left in position for a couple of seconds, before being withdrawn. Ryan turned to look Muir in the eyes.
"No, you don't look ready to talk. And I feel it'll take maybe another two, maybe three toes? Shall we find out?" Ryan then made good his words, digging his blade deep each time, peeling back the toes nails with grim fascination after each stab, leaving raw and bloody flesh open to the world. By the fifth toe, Muirs constitution had gone, and he was wailing in agony. Holly left the room, disgust clear on her face. Harlow remained, sitting beside Ryan on the bed, Pistol in hand.
"Tell us all you know, and he'll stop."
"Like hell I will." Ryan remarked, but winked at Muir, as if it was just a game, as if they were both in on some elaborate scheme. Their captive stared wild eyed at Ryan, and then at Harlow. His honor wasn't worth a slow death via torture. Nothing was worth that, and so he started to talk.
"Why were you out there?" Harlow asked, after the initial babble held no constructive hint as to who had sent them.
Muir licked his swollen lips nervously, but after a brief glance to Ryan, who was juggling the silver dagger, said "We were sent to find you. My Queen wants you found." He said, staring through puffy eyes at the grim figure of Harlow.
"And you were sent by this... Queen. Who is she?"
This time Ryan answered, never taking his eyes of the blade dancing through the air. "Natasha. I don't know who, or where she came from, but she's old."
Harlow nodded, and turned back to the quivering Muir. "And what about the Police? Why is there an APB on our Irish friend here?"
Muir looked over at Ryan, and seemed to falter. Ryan caught the blade deftly, and locked his gaze onto the wolf, his eyes penetrating deep. "You know. Cough up all you know, or I may have to get a bit rough again. Did you see what my dear Holly did? She grabbed a handful and didn't let go. Now, I am not saying I will do that to you, I mean, that even made me cringe, but I'm have no doubt I could concoct something equally painful and mentally degrading if I set my mind to it."
Muir didn't need to be told twice. "M-musater. Lead tracker of my Queen. He wants to find you, any way possible. The Queen wants you returned to court once more, to serve the purpose you previously attained."
Harlow gave Ryan a questioning look, who ignored it. "Musater? Where have I heard a name like that before...?" Ryan shrugged to himself, throwing it to coincidence. "This Musater, is he pretty strong? Clever, have any connections?"
"H-he keeps himself to himself, but he's strong, not as much as you; you're the largest and most powerful I've ever seen. And he's smart."
Ryan laughed a short laugh.
"If he comes a calling, will he be as prepared as you were? I gotta say, that whole jumping through the windows and trying to merc us was a stroke of genius. Know anything else?"
Muir nodded frantically, seeking to reveal a gem he had been saving until now.
"Yes, yes! She who sired the pure blood has escaped my Queen, if you are quick, you will be able to save your S-"
Ryans hand was a blur of motion, a clawed hand clamping hard onto the lower jaw of Muir, cutting of the last words of the sentence. With a sudden downwards snap, the lower jaw was ripped clean off, spraying blood and saliva onto Muirs own lap. The werewolf screamed and began to thrash around, his tongue still lolling in his throat, his eyes rolling in its sockets. Ryan carefully raised the removed jaw to Muirs face, and plucked an incisor free, before discarding it to the floor. Muir was screeching, spasming, and desperately trying to free his arms . Ryan laughed.
A sharp retort echoed through the Hotel, causing Holly to burst back into the room ready to fight. Harlow was sitting next to a dead Muir, a small hole burrowed clean through the head of the werewolf, a smoking pistol in hand. She rolled her eyes, disgusted, and left back through the door she came from. Ryan turned to Harlow, dead serious.
"The last thing he said, don't you breathe a word about it."
Andy had stared at the phone for over five minutes, thinking about what he had just agreed to. He would have to plan it out perfectly to make sure the best possible outcome would be achieved and even then Andy was fearful of being double crossed, especially he fulfilled the price he had to pay. He would have to trust them, it was a funny feeling, even though he had made deals he had never trusted them to last long. He put the phone back in his pocket and walked out to the room where the other hunters were waiting, he looked defeated as he stared into the floor in the middle of the room.
"Well, he gave me the offer and to put it simply it's a big price." Andy said quietly, his mind raced to filter the information he needed to give them, "He wants us to take out a group of wolves that have been a nuisance for them. The issue is that its a fairly big pack, and it may not go too good for us if we slip up. After all, there's four of us and who knows how many of them. The good news is that he wants them out of a fight, not completely eradicated which is more manageable so if we take out their leader it may be good enough."
"How many wolves?" Miranda asked.
"4-6 I believe." Andy said looking Miranda in the eyes, "Its going to hurt, but it actually helps us achieve a long time goal of removing wolves from the area."
"What else?" Miranda asked, "I don't think they'll just let you off that easy."
"Some personal things, but nothing concerning the rest of you." Andy said, "I wouldn't make a deal that would intentionally hurt another person, even if its for my wife.".
"I'll trust that." Miranda said, "But if I find out you're not telling us the truth, I will turn you over to the network."
"I promise you Miranda," Andy said calmly, "they wanted me to. But I..."
"You what?" Sven asked as Andy's voice began to falter.
"I, I got them to pass on that harm to me." Andy said sadly.
"What?" Sven asked again, "What do you mean you got them to pass on harm to you?"
"They wanted me to really hurt a hunter in exchange," Andy looked the djinn in the face, "I couldn't let another suffer for a personal deal so I had them agree to letting me take what they were dishing out."
"Did they want to turn a hunter, like that Jimbo guy?" Sven asked.
"No, just do physical harm." Andy said, "Don't worry about it though, its something for me to deal with. The question I want to ask you all is if you want to do this."
"Well, we have to kill some wolves anyways." Miranda said, "Might as well get Wendy back while we're at it."
"Thanks, Miranda, you don't know how much this means to me." Andy was honestly grateful and he began to tear up, "How about you Sven, you did say that you were having fun so I guess you'll want to come along. I'll call Vegas to find out if she wants to."
(A pack of 4-6? That doesn't sound familiar at all..... )
A Step Ahead: Prt 6
Harlow stood in silent contemplation. The beast's, and more importantly, his own attitude rebelled against being told what to do. Harlow had been living by his own rules for so long he almost told Ryan exactly where he could shove his order.....almost...Instead, Harlow just held Ryan's gaze for a moment longer. More and more he wasn't liking this deal, well, tough, he needed help in order to make it through this gak-storm he'd stepped into. He'd agreed to Ryan's terms so for now he'd swallow his pride...
If Ryan wanted to keep secrets, fine, Harlow had more than enough of his own at the moment that he wasn't willing to share either...
"Are we clear?" Ryan added when Harlow didn't respond immediately.
"Crystal." Harlow responded, obviously not liking it. Ryan didn't seem to care though, he just walked out of the room with a last look at the dead wolf corpses. Harlow turned off the light, gathered his belongings, sneered at the smell of the bloody corpses, and walked out after his new associates.
"You got a plan?" Harlow asked Ryan as he walked behind him through the dark hallway. Fortunately, it seemed the thick, strong walls of the motel had muffled a lot of the fight and only a few heads peeked out of doors now, quickly retreating as they saw the no nonsense swagger of the advancing group.
"Eh? Oh yeah, don't worry your pretty head about that." Ryan responded without looking back at Harlow who quietly steamed from the other wolf's non-caring manner. Harlow forced himself to calm down, he was getting too knotted up over nothing, his blood was still up from the firefight in the room, hell, if he was honest with himself, it had been that way since those other two wolves had tried to ambush him in the other apartment. Maybe that's why his other side was so stirred up lately. It was probably also why Harlow had been so keen on charging Ryan when he had first seen him. All this action was stirring up his insides, the beast yearned for blood...
Harlow knew there'd be a good deal more of that before this conflict was over. He was neck deep in it now with no way back, only forwards...
The group got to the front desk where the doorman was already on his feet.
"What the hell are you four doing, I've gotten several noise complaints and--" He stopped when the group turned to look at him, Harlow approached him before anyone else made a move and reached into his pocket. The doorman flinched. Harlow deposited several bills on the desk in front of him and walked away with the other three in tow.
"Sorry about the racket." He said not looking back and heading out into the night.
"You got a ride?" Harlow asked as he stepped outside with the others.
"Yeah, this way." Ryan said, walking away, Harlow went in the other direction.
"I said this way."
"I know, I have to get something. I'll be back in a minute." Harlow said, continuing his walk, Ryan shrugged and continued walking in his own direction with his two women in tow.
Now away from the other three, Harlow had a chance to think about what the wolf had said. They had really gotten deep in the gak now, the police were looking for them, and worse yet, it seemed the queen had a lackey who was in on the whole thing too. Not to mention the vampires and hunters that must have been crawling all over this city right now. He hoped that this Ryan had a good plan.
As he walked to the familiar alleyway that held his own mode of transport. He bowed his head in thought. Harlow might not be the sharpest tool in the box but he could put two and two together. It was obvious he had or at least had had connections to Natasha. Although he got the impression that it had been recently. Harlow's mind swarmed with the possibilities, it seemed like everywhere Harlow turned, there was another trap for him. And what about this Pure Blood? What connected it and Ryan? For a moment it had almost sounded like the wolf was going to say "son" but Harlow knew that was nuts...
Then again, Ryan had ripped the man’s jaw off and made Harlow swear not to say anything about it...
Pure Blood...when was the last time Harlow had heard those words? Ice water poured down his spine as he threw the tarp off of his bike and mounted it. Yes, he remembered where he’d heard it. It was where the madness had all begun.
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1870, 30 miles west of Dry Creek, Texas.
Harlow stood in the small clearing in the middle of the forest. At his feet sat three roughish looking figures, tied up and not looking very happy. Two of Harlow’s posse stood next to him, guarding the prisoners with their guns held closely, the other three were setting up a perimeter to make sure they weren’t being snuck up on by the missing members of the prisoner’s group. Harlow examined each of the prisoners in turn, determining none of them were who he sought. After a moment of contemplation, Harlow spoke in a less than pleased tone.
“Alright, where’s Whitlow?”
There was nothing but silence for a few moments until one of the men spoke.
“He went down to the river with two of our men, you wont catch him now, we fired a shot before you grabbed us, he’s trucked it out of here by now.”
“And we’d better be right behind him if we’re gonna get away.” Another one said, Harlow looked at the man strangely, one of the man’s tied comrades glared at him.
“Get away from what?” Harlow asked, this Whitlow gang was getting stranger by the minute.
“Nothing, he’s blathering.” The glaring prisoner stated.
“Why hide it from them?” The other protested. “If we don’t tell them, we’re dead for sure.”
“Keep your mouth shut.” the other ordered.
“We’re being followed! If we all don’t get the hell away from here soon, we’re all dead men!” The third one busted out. Harlow shook his head.
“They’re plumb loco, chief.” His deputy said.
“Whatever they are, they’re wanted.” Harlow said, picking up one of the prisoner’s rifles and examining it out of curiosity. He chambered one of the bullets into his hand and saw the silver glint of the head.
“What’s the purpose of this?” He asked.
Silence again greeted him for a few moments. “They’re for the things following us.”
“Things?” Harlow asked. “Spit it out, what are you so afraid of finding you?”
“Remember the stories your momma told you? The ones about the things that make a racket and kill people in their nightmares? Hate to tell you, but there’s truth to em.”
Harlow’s deputy was getting irritated. “Why listen to their crock? They’ve either lost it or are trying to confuse us to buy more time for their leader to come get em.” Harlow held his hand up for silence, he was intrigued by these men’s fears, something was going on that he didn’t understand. Harlow crouched down and looked the talkative man in the face.
“What are you running from? Why’s Whitlow on the run? He’s never run from the law for very long, why now? Who else is chasing you?”
The man was obviously scared, he breathed quickly and sweated profusely. “The beasts, her beasts, they’ve been hunting us ever since we took them all out at Danton.”
“What?” Harlow said, disbelieving his own ears. In the distance was heard a great howl of a wolf, all the men’s heads snapped around at the noise except for the talkative man’s face, it remained blank and lifeless.
“Its too late, they’re here...” He muttered.
Harlow stood up, he could sense movement in the clearing around him, something was in these woods with them and it wasn’t more men. Gunshots began ringing out, men screamed, his men, howls of bestial rage were heard in the trees around them.
“Run for it!” One of the prisoners shouted. Harlow looked, somehow they had gotten free and were running down towards the river.
“Dammit!” Harlow’s deputy yelled as he aimed his rifle at one of the fleeing men. Harlow grabbed the man’s rifle and shoved it back towards the real threat.
“Forget them, something’s not right here.” He said. Not a moment later, a bounding mass of muscle and claw and fur leapt out them. It was the most horrifying thing Harlow had ever seen and he’d seen quite a few grizzly bears and other wild animals in his time. His deputy took a shot at it as it got closer, snarling and blood maddened. The shot had absolutely no effect. Harlow leveled his own rifle and aimed it at the monster’s head for all the good it would do. He pulled hte trigger...
The Monster’s skull cracked open and burst like a ripe melon. One shot, just like that. How? Harlow looked at the chamber of the rifle, more silver bullets. What the hell was this, a scene from a horror book?
“Good shot, but there’s more of em.” The deputy said shakily, more huge shapes appeared on the edge of the clearing, circling the two, it seemed the animals were surprised and looking for something.
“What in hellfire?” Harlow said dumbfounded as he examined the beasts.
Suddenly, three of them charged, fury and fangs, claws and fur. Harlow did the only sensible thing he could think of, he dropped the rifle and ran as fast as he could. Behind him, he could hear the howls of the animals, the beasts, and the screams of his deputy. He couldn’t stop, he didn’t know where he was going but he couldn’t stop. These minutes had been a blur of fear and adrenaline, Harlow was in shock from the sight of such creatures that before had only existed in bed time stories and campfire vigils. It was like a bad dream he needed to wake from.
Harlow eventually ran straight through the treeline and found himself on a cliff-side. Below him for about two hundred feet was open space and then the winding, churning river. Harlow heard the crunching of foliage behind him and turned slowly to see his worst nightmares brought to life. Huge monsters out of hell, coming ever closer. Harlow could smell their breath, could feel their bloodlust, could smell the blood of his men on their fur and claws. Harlow waited for the end, his hand brushed his revolver, he remembered it was the one that Whitlow had left in the bank, it had the silver bullets in it. Well, Harlow would at least take one or two with him when he went to hell.
From the midst of the beast came the largest specimen, what Harlow figured was their leader. To his amazement, he stood on two legs and crunched forwards on dinner plate sized paws. Snarling in a visage of a wolf. So these were werewolves, Harlow thought.
“You, your the one who did it.” The Beast said gutturally. Harlow couldn’t believe his ears, this thing could talk.
“D-Did what?” Harlow stammered.
“You came with your men, you destroyed the town, killed the pack, wounded the Pure Blood.”
“T-The who?” Harlow stammered again, he had no clue what this beast was talking about. Harlow slid out the pistol and held it at his side, all the beasts growled at him but kept back, The alpha beast in front of Harlow stared at the pistol.
“It was you, you were there, you did it.” The beast said, stepping slowly towards Harlow, it had in its paw the other revolver, the one Whitlow had left at Danton. A slight movement in the treeline got Harlow's attention and he looked there for a moment. Many yards away stood a young lady, watching as the beast closed in on him. Harlow’s eyes locked with hers.
“Who--” Harlow had time to say before, with a roar, three wolves rushed him. Harlow’s hands flew in rapid motion, he put one beast down with two well placed shots, with another two he put down the second, as he came to the Alpha beast, he knew he wasn’t going to have time to shoot, the beast launched itself forwards and tackled Harlow, the momentum driving them both over the cliff where they fell...Blackness took Harlow on impact.
The two were entwined int the rushing water, the Wolf wanted to rip Harlow to shreds and Harlow wanted to get away. They struggled for many moments. Harlow had to get to the surface to gulp air into his failing lungs but was again pulled down by the massive beast, There was no denying this monster for very long no matter how Harlow squirmed. The beast opened its jaws as the two wrestled in the water and clamped down on Harlow’s shoulder. Harlow gasped in pain and screamed wordlessly into the abyss of water as the fangs sunk into the meat of his arm. In one final attempt at vengeance, Harlow ripped his knife out of its holster and stabbed. He continued to stab, filling the water around them with dark blood. His fury of stabs didn’t diminish even after the beast had gone limp, sinking into the water below.
Harlow dragged himself to the shore, beaten, bloody, bruised and battered. He gasped for air and just lay there. He wanted so badly to give in, to just go to sleep and accept the inevitability of it all. With his will to survive given a boost by the possibility of death. Harlow rose, clutching his bloody shoulder. In his hands still rested the knife and gun. Harlow limped along the river side for a few hundred feet when something shiny caught his eye, He bent down and picked it up, it was the other pistol that the huge wolf had held...
Harlow clutched the pistol and glared at it. Whitlow, that bastard, he’d cause all of this, Harlow swore he’d see the man hanged, or worse. Harlow holstered his weapons and stumbled shakily down the river side, little did he know of how soon that retribution was to come...
After all, The next full moon was just a few days away, The first of many Harlow was to endure with his new curse...
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Harlow rode up lightly on his bike to the three other wolves who sat patiently by a van Harlow assumed was theirs. Harlow saw Ryan admiring the new addition to his necklace and pulled up next to them all.
... The woman had spent the entire day either running or hiding, unsure where she was or what to do next...
She had driven the stolen car into the outskirts of the city and then abandoned it...her fear that perhaps the police were searching for it great...but her fear that perhaps one of Natasha's operatives had spotted her taking it even worse.
She had taken a wad of bills from the motorist while disposing of his body, and several times during the day she had pulled it them from her pocket and stared blankly at them...laughing a crazed laugh...she had no idea how much she had...she was an American for feth's sake...an American who'd spent the past several months locked inside a golden cage....for all she knew she may only have a few dollars..or she may have hundreds...the thought struck her as deleciously funny as she shoved the money back into her pocket.
As the sun had begun to set, she had made her way into a filthy warehouse district bordered by several seedy establishments, for a moment she considered getting a room at a run down hotel that loomed in the distance, but decided against it...no need showing her face unless she had to.
Instead she had opted to climb into the burned out top floors of a crumbling high rise, from there she could see all around and ...hopefully not be seen herself.
She'd attempted to sleep...but her doze was repeatedly broken by nightmares...images of huge wolves dragging her from her filthy bolthole...dragging her back to Natasha..
As night wraped itself around the land, she craddled her child and allowed it to nurse...sure that the infant must be hungry...she certianly was..
She'd at least been well fed as a prisoner...and now her stomach roared, the urge to rip into fresh flesh madening...perhaps...after the pup had gone back to sleep ..she would attempt to find a wino..or some other such outcast in the area..she was sure that with her looks she could lure a man back her with promises of pleasures...and then...well and then she could feast...maybe even hold up for a day or so until she could figure out her next move.
It was as she was mulling these things over that a scent came to her...causing her blood to run cold..."Wolves." she thought franticly..." They've found me.."
Surpressing the urge to flee in a blind panic, the woman quietly made her way to a shattered window and sly peeked out..
" They're wolves all right." she thought, her night vision easily spotting a trio of beast hunkered down in a field nearby.
The woman's mind raced as she observed the small pack...she once again considered running...but something in her held her to the spot..
Quickly she tested the winds, she was sure it was carrying her scent away from the other wolves...perhaps they hadn't located her yet..
She crouched low and peered again through the broken glass..no..it seemed as though the trio were intently studying the run down hotel in the distance...perhaps they assumed she'd hidden there...she sighed..grateful that she'd chosen not to.
In an instant...the three wolves were up and running, sprinting across the field towards the motel...one splitting from the pack and charging through one of the rooms windows while the two others disapeared from sight..
The woman quickly gathered up her child...she would run now...while this pack was preoccupied..
She froze...her acute hearing picking up the muffled sounds of gunfire...a yelps of pain...
" Looks like they picked the wrong room to crash" the woman whispered to herself before turning and quickly decending the many flights of stairs down to the bottom of the structure.
As she entered the lower level, the woman paused and peeked from the open doorway...nervous that perhaps the small pack she'd seen rush into the Hotel room were not alone...she sniffed the air...nothing..well...nothing yet, she decided she'd sit still for a while...just to be sure.
As the minutes ticked by, she found herself musing once more as to how she could get out of this country...how she could find a way back to America..
More so she found herself wondering how the hell she'd survive if she couldn't...she knew damn good and well the pack she saw tonight would be followed by more..
Natasha's agents were ruthless and relentless..they would never stop...ever.." Dear god...what am I going to do..?" she murmered ..
She stepped outside into the field...she had to go...keep moving ...she'd find a way..somehow she'd..
The woman froze...the hairs on her neck rising...that scent...she knew that scent that now came to her...had thought of it everyday for almost a year now..
" It can't be.." she whispered...her eyes searching the distance...scanning the lot of the old hotel...
Her heart began to pound...she could taste that scent...so powerful...so..
" It is..." she said almost in tears..." It's him.."
Holding the child tightly in her arms...the woman sprinted for the hotel..
So ghosty...your baby mama want's a word with you...
@ The Rack
Has anyone seen or heard from ISaac yet.
No, not yet. It seems like Pontinus has his fingers deep in this pie, all to get Bruss.
everything is his fault, he is a cannonball the network aim at a city and unleash him. Anyway how are you coping with the window incident?
Well the body was definately one of the ghouls ISaac took with him to the hospital. The two survivers say that the hunters captured him and he was tortured, probaly how they found this place.
Those fether will pay, what about the police, have we informed them?
I called them, the body is now down at the morgue and the Police have been issued with a description of Bruss. We only did this two hours ago as we have been hectic trying to track down the two survivors and we had to dispose of two elderly men who saw everything. Whats the plan of action now?
The time for waiting has past, now Prague is embroiled in a struggle and if we sit by the side we will be swept away. Now is the time to make the Hunters the Hunted and make them pay for every soul they have robbed of a body. Here we are too insignificant ot caus emajor change, we must ally ourselves with Pontius and those of the Crooked House, even pledge alligence if nessecary.
Are you sure that this is wise, I mean if we act hastily we just expose ourselve, have you even considered Lunar involvement yet? What if they see us as an easy target, a chance to hit against your kind. We can't move without thought, we just need to calm down and work out our next move, you have to keep your emptions in check.
Vegas sat on the stairs of the Cathedral, time slowly passed as she burned her cigarette down. Her head was filled with confusion. She had oppressed the thing that happened in the whiteness. But the priest had tore it out of her again. She didn't know what to do with it. She was dead, but she was still here. She pulled her silver katana out, ignoring the looks of the tourists. Gently she layed her hand on the cool silver. Nothing happened. continuing she sliced her finger on the edge. Blood dripped out of the cut, it wasn't black and sticky. Normal blood. Vegas released a smokeplume in relieve. At least she was still humanish. For a moment she wished the Oracle was still here, to ask for guidance. She quickly dismissed the idea of accepting help from a Vampire. Her cellular beept to life. She threw the little burned stump away and answered. "Andy here, we've got the call." "Finally, what did they want?" "Wolves" Vegas grinned, this whas what she wanted. If she killed every wolf in Prague she was bound to meet holly. But she snapped out of her thought when she realised something was wrong with his voice. "What more did they ask?" The phone went dead as Vegas waited for Andy to answer. "They want ... me" "How do you mean?" Vegas asked, trying to figure out the meaning. "They want me ... battered up." Andy continued before Vegas could say a word. "I said yes, there's nothing you can do about it. I accepted." Vegas sighted. "You really love her, don't you?" "With all my heart." Vegas placed the katana back in its scabbard. "I'l be there in ten." She closed her phone and started descending the stairs. She didn't knew who she was, but she knew that she couldn't let Andy do that. Afterall what would Wendy think, if we didn't try to stop him. "And don't forget the only one dying here, ... is me." she whispered.
"Musater, what are you going to do?" Pup was scared. She had never been so scared in her life. The transformation from Humanii to Lycan was painful, but not scary. She knew what to expect, she had taken a bottle of Advil before hand, and that seemed to manage the pain a bit. But this, the possibility of losing Musater, was the fear that she most hated.
Musater's head hung low, as if he had just cried. His face was puffy and red, on the verge of tears.
"Pup. You know that they will kill me if I don't do this."
"Musater, you don't have to do it! We have escape plans, ways to get out of here!"
"Natasha has agents everywhere. If we go anywhere, we will be followed, hunted, and killed. Anyway, we can't just pick up and leave! We have to much here, and you need to break your habit first."
Pup was silently crying. "I don't want you to kill a fellow Lycan for no reason. That's not you."
"I know it's not me. But it's what I must be. I'm sorry, Pup." Musater took a sip of his brandy.
She got up, and returned with a 9 inch thick manilla folder.
"I think it might just be time. We need to do it."
Musater instantly shot up like a stalk, glaring at the envelope.
"No. We cannot do it." He went over to Pup to get the envelope from her hands, but she pushed him away. "Please, Pup. We promised to only use that in extreme cases. And anyway, it's three years out of date."
"I don't care. The security is never changed. You know this, I know this, we all know this!" Pup was getting excited, like the moment before a Skydiving jump.
Musater sighed, and sat down. He knew that if this worked, the world would be reeling from it's implacations. Humanii, Vampyr, and Lycan would all feel it in their souls, and would all know what has happened.
"Ok, so what do we need?" Musater asked, opening the file to show a photo of Lycan guards tearing into a humanii.
"What we need are a few key ingredients. We need about 4 other Lycans, a professional Sniper, enough Silver to kill every Lycan in Europe, a Vampyr, a hunter, and..." Pup was staring at the file made by her and Musater.
Actually, Hunter.net has now opened up the can of worms known as PMs. We're working on something very, very sinister.
BIC:
Andy closed the cell phone, and looked at the other hunters.
"Okay, Vegas is in on this so we're moving out. We need to move fast to deal as much damage as possible and we need to gear up. We also need to find them, but hopefully that won't be too hard seeing as though they gave us a broad location of where they should be." Andy was starting to sound a bit more confident.
"Where is that exactly?" Sven asked.
"We're in a city, Wolves like to stick to alleys and the regions outside of the city. Luckily they were last seen in an alley so we start looking there for any information, after that we see what we can do." Andy nodded as he spoke. "We need to pick up Vegas when we leave, and we need to possibly steal a truck. If we don't take any casualties we'll need room for Wendy and Smalls."
"Smalls, the guy from the warehouse?" Sven asked.
"Yes, the one and only." Andy said, a look of anger flashed over his face.
"Sorry to offend." Sven said, thinking that he had brought Andy's wrath his direction.
"Not mad at you Sven, Smalls..." Andy started.
"He was a stalker for the Network in Empire City and well, Andy isn't too happy with his new affiliation." Miranda finished for him.
"Oh, okay then." Sven said relieved.
"Check your gear, we're leaving." Andy clapped his hands as he grabbed his own automatic weapon.
.....
After picking Vegas up from the cathedral the group pulled up next to the alley where the wolves had last been seen. The group got out and walked into the alley, looking for any sign of struggle. Sure enough the alley was almost painted red with blood, the bodies of a few wolves layed strewn about. Wolf fights were never a pretty sight, their claws and fangs made sure of this. Andy saw a body laying half way through a windshield, the body was flayed from the waist up thanks to the glass.
One of the bodies layed on the ground, face first and it was odd. Andy walked over to it and squatted down to examine its chest, "That's weird."
"What's weird?" Miranda asked as the others moved to look at what he had seen.
"This is a stab wound." Andy said pointing at the collapsed chest.
"Wolves have claws, why is that so unusual?" Sven asked.
"They slash, they don't stab usually." Miranda answered.
"This looks like Wolverine worked this guy over." Andy said.
"So we're looking at what exactly?" Sven asked.
"We're looking at something with X-Factor and a skeleton made out of adamantium." Andy joked.
"Seriously, what are we dealing with?" Sven asked.
"I don't know, but there's a trail of blood that leads up to some skid marks. So I guess we'll find out soon enough." Andy stood up and and began to walk back towards the car, "Let's go."
... The huge man stepped out into from the main hub of the New Orleans International Airport into a light drizzle of rain, he stretched his back muscles, feeling them pop and groan after such a long flight..
He'd left Prague the past night, shortly after his encounter with the male Pure Blood, and taken the Red Eye all the way to America..
He had to admit some disapointment at the Queens orders for him to leave Prague and come to the States to locate this Female Pure Blood...he'd have much prefered to stay on the trail of the male...but..Natasha assured him that finding the female Pure Blood was a mission of extreame importance...one which she demanded he himself oversee..
Jarin had accepted his orders, cleaned and dressed his wounds, showered and changed , throwing a few suits of clothing into a travel bag and in less than an hour ..found himself on route for America.
He yawned, not having gotten much rest on the long flight, and glanced around for those he'd been told would greet him.
After a moment, the big wolf was approached by two tall men dressed in jeans and t-shirts...
" You Jarin ?" the first man, a large framed, bearded individule asked.
The big wolf nodded "...Indeed I am...and you gentlemen would be..?"
" I'm Richie ..Richie Hebert." the bearded wolf smiled " This here fella is Jean Rea Thibodeaux." the man said indicating his tall, slender companion.
Jarin nodded at them both " I assume you've been briefed as to why I'm here.."
" Oh Ayuh ...we done hear all 'bout who you lookin for" Jean Rea said in a thick Cajun accent.." An I tell you buck..ain't gonna be easy to find what you seek no"
Jarin stared at the slim wolf, trying to decipher exactly what he'd said.." So..you have any leads."
" Some.." Ritchie replied.." But not many...have a few gutter wolves we're going to meet up with tonight...they have some information ...or so we've been told."
Jarin nodded..." Tonight..very well.." the big wolf sighed.." I should most likely rest then..been awake for near 48 hours now."
Jean Rea laughed.." Oh Ayuh you look like you done been gator drug "
" Huh?" Jarin asked cocking his eyebrow..
" He say's you look worn out" Ritchie said..." C'mon...we got a Hotel down in the quarter ...we'll hold up there ..let you rest and hit the streets tonight."
" Sounds good .." Jarin said following the other two into the parking lot and climbing into a parked SUV...
" Ok buck..'old on ta yo ass...cuz I like ta drive fast." Jean Rea laughed as he reved the vehicles engine to life and swung the SUV out into traffic.
Ryan watched with a growing smile on his face as the Harlow pulled up next to him, his huge motorbike roaring with the savagery of a great beast, perfectly reflecting upon the rider, infusing them both with a sense of symbiosis. Now Ryan had seen this, he knew he would never be able to picture the bike without Harlow, or Harlow without the bike. He couldn't help but smile broadly, marveling at the chrome finish. "If I had ever had a chance, I'd love to ride one of those." he said, walking slowly around it, taking in the raw power that it exhumed.
"So, what's the plan again?" Harlow interjected, snapping Ryan from his reverie.
Ryan looked up from the bike, and sniffed, slightly frowning. "Well I say we try and find this... 'Musater' fella. If he's out to get us, it won't be too hard to be found, and I am really itching to get my claws dirty. If he's out of the picture, mopping up the remaining tracker packs will be a walk in the park. It'll send that bitch Natasha that this land isn't friendly territory, and that she isn't safe whilst she stays here. Any interjections?"
"I have one." It was Holly. "That Journal of yours seemed to make a big deal of a certain Tommy Rawhide. Y'know, that thing we saw on the road. I was just wondering where he comes into the equation."
Ryan shrugged. "If he makes his presence known to us, god, or whatever deity he worships, help him, but otherwise, I say let sleeping lions lie, I don't want to get my claws THAT dirty, it'd take months to get that maggoty gak out from under my nails." He chuckled. However, Ryan felt a very real concern for that creature, and anything else that lurked in the shadows of the Czech Republic. He had been here for less than two days, and he had already discovered the reality of multiple creatures that he had previously thought folklore. It gave him very real chills down his spine.
"What about the current situation?" This time it was Lisa, who, whilst voicing her concerns, could not help but keep her eyes averted as she spoke to Ryan, bringing up a sense of guilt for his treatment of her, and reminding him of a vow he had made as they entered the city.
"Well I guess we've gotta think about ourselves first. I'm thinking that we should head up to a particular haunt known to be frequented by our kind when hungry, and then.... and then me and Syd are going to treat you girls to something that you will most certainly enjoy." Ryan winked slyly at Harlow, who returned the look blankly. He motioned for everyone to mount up, Holly twisting round and, after a slight wince caused by her injury across her back, she vaulted lithely into the cab of the SWAT van,clambering into the drivers seat. Lisa made her way round to the back, but Ryan caught her by the arm as she passed. "No, go up front next to Holly." Ryan spared her a quick kiss to the forehead, and then stepped back from the vehicles. He sniffed at the air again, and frowned. It was time.
In an almost trance like, preoccupied voice, Ryan said "Syd, you know where Hluboká Dřevo is? Lead the van there, and catch us some dinner."
Harlow began to dismount, he too sensing the palpable scent of another wolf, but Ryan gazed into Harlows own eyes, and slowly shook his head. "I'll catch you guys up, there's something I need to do first."
Holly leaned out the window, and looked at him questioningly. "What the feth are you doing Ryan?"
"You know how much I care about you, don't you?" was his only reply.
Holly was about to make some sarky remark, but Ryan shut the door before she could release abuse upon him. Instead, from the closed door of the vehicle, she raised her middle finger at him and pulled a face. Ryan smiled lopsidedly.
"Harlow, keep them safe."
With a final glance, Ryan watched as the van backed out of the alleyway, following the lead of Syd on his motorbike, the engine throttling loudly. Ryan watched them go until they turned a corner, and disappeared from sight. A sense of impending doom clutched at his chest, and deep down, Ryan knew that he wanted to race after them, carefree and high on the sense of freedom. But Ryan also knew the words of an ancient crone that had laid down his future so clearly, and with no discretion. Ryan knew, from this point onward, he wouldn't see Holly again. It pained him more than he would ever say, as for however badly he treated her, Ryan had truly loved her, but had also known that she would never feel the same way. Such was the way of things, it was fate after all. It still didn't stop him from cursing the Oracle with every bone in his body.
"fething Bitch."
Ryan turned, and prepared to follow his nose towards the source of much heart ache.
Ghosty, no, that's a bad ghosty! Leave those poor villagers alone, they're already dealing with Tommy and they don't need a bunch of rambunctious wolves messing the place up further.
halonachos wrote:Ghosty, no, that's a bad ghosty! Leave those poor villagers alone, they're already dealing with Tommy and they don't need a bunch of rambunctious wolves messing the place up further.
Well, the thing is that Ryan's not there, Harlow is, and if you think that Harlow's gonna go eating people left and right, then you haven't been reading my RPs
halonachos wrote:Ghosty, no, that's a bad ghosty! Leave those poor villagers alone, they're already dealing with Tommy and they don't need a bunch of rambunctious wolves messing the place up further.
Well, the thing is that Ryan's not there, Harlow is, and if you think that Harlow's gonna go eating people left and right, then you haven't been reading my RPs
That's a decent Harlow, if he was a hunter then I would be completely understanding of him.
BIC:
Miranda drove slowly to look for any signs of vehicle tracks or blood smears as they drove through the city, there were several corners with skid marks and some of them had police officers taking reports from people who had seen what they could only describe as someone who was street racing. The hunters knew that they were getting close to their target at they neared a group of buidlings near the outskirts of town, more skid marks and a hastily parked car gave away the fact that they had found who they were looking for.
"Is everybody ready?" Andy asked his fellow hunters, "It looks like they took some damage, so it may not be as hard as I thought."
"Don't underestimate them." Miranda warned, "A wounded wolf is a dangerous one."
"Well a man fighting for those he loves is equally dangerous." Andy responded, "That and Sven can shoot bolts out of his hand, Andy thumbed towards Sven."
They got out of the vehicle, closing the doors as quietly as possible before moving in on the building's exterior.
OOC: Okay Fitzz, a bit of RP there saying that we may have found the target. Need a description of the building and the target needs to be notified as well.
Night had returned to the village, and once more the sons of Ares rode upon their bleak chariots through the streets, spreading their own flavor of madness and terror. The villagers wept in their sleep, pulling their legs tight against their bodies as visions and nightmares filled them with unholy dread. Some kept utterly silent, transfixed in primal terror as the insanity-spawned thing crept outside their doors. Silence ruled the blackness as men held their breath or writhed in their deluded nightmares as the thing drew ever closer, a trail of maggoty gore trailing behind it. The creature stalked into the center of the village, standing stock-still before slowly turning it's fleshless skull towards a home. It vanished utterly, leaving no trace of it's passing save for the gory stain upon the soil. Within the house, bony and taloned fingers curled around the top of the stairs, a huge shape clambering from the darkness 'neath the stairs. It was huge, easily ten feet tall and covered in fetid gore. A massive skeleton caked in rotten Vitae began to climb the stairs a step at a time with predatory intent. two cruel eyes leered from it's equine skull, leaking blood onto it's yellowed bones. When it reached the top of the staircase, the daemon trod down the hall, pushing open the wooden door before it with a single skeletal finger. The family had gathered together in one large bed, the child nestled between her parents. The thing stepped to the side of the bed, snatching the father's head from his shoulders with a single tug of it's taloned fingers before he could utter a single shriek. The mother screamed loudly, waking the child and both stumbled out of the bed as the monster devoured Father's remains with great speed, chunks of pulped meat and bone falling through it's fleshless stomach. Mother ran towards the now open door, dragging Daughter behind her. Monster was swiftly upon them, yanking Mother's arm from her socket with a quick pull, her lifeblood spraying over the walls and floor. Daughter screamed, running into the hall as Mother cried for her to run. The daemon lifted the shrieking woman to eye level, letting her bask in the horror of it's form before crushing her skull in an explosion of meat and blood with it's strong jaws, pulling her apart with it's mouth and hands as Daughter fled. Finishing eating Mother, the creature stalked slowly down the stairs, watching Daughter nearing the door leading outside. The monster's bony arms snaked forwards beyond what should have been possible, grabbing her by the legs and reeling her in like a fisherman reels in his struggling catch. Letting her dangle before it, the thing opened it's wicked jaws, and a maggot-white tongue twisted as it spoke to Daughter. "My, my, don't you look tasty..."
Sorry I haven't posted in a bit.
Player; Darksage
Character; Joker
Race and clan/archetype Hunter/Joan
Physical Description; Medium height, blue eyes, brown hair, fit.
Equipment; Ar15, tan suit, many house hold items and some things he could use for potential explosives.
Backstory; He worked at Vegas's casino and was one of the top dealer there and had many friends, none closer to him than his cousin. His cousin along time ago confided in him that he was part of a network that hunted supernaturals. When first heard of this he told his close cousin that he needs to grow up and get his head straight id he ever wanted to get anywhere in life. He scolded him and when his cousin kept persisting Joker left. A week later he went missing and no one knew where he went or if he had died or not. The answers he was being giving drove him mad. He went through some of cousins old stuff and found much information on many creatures, mostly Vampires and Werewolves, Ghouls too. He wrote it off as just a nerdy obsession of his and went back. Eventually when checking through countless files on his laptop he figured out that this Network his cousin had told him about was real. He called the Network and eventually told him that Vampires had killed him and the leaders name. They told him that the operation was in Prague to take him down and that there was other hunters on the job. That night he announced to his family and friends that he was leaving to go on a trip to "find himself' and wouldn't be back for some time.
He quit his job and left. Some of the other guys at the casino who had looked up to him had refused to let him leave without an explanation. He showed him his proof and told them he knew it was crazy, much to his dismay they joined him. Ever since they've been tracking down Vampires and eliminating them.
Other info: He refuses to tell anyone besides those completely close to him his real name, it's a trust thing. Not even his companions know his real name.
Virtue- Poker face, when Joker lies it's hard to tell, and he lies a lot.
Vice-Reckless, his rage can make him make many rash decisions.
Player; Darksage
Character; Ace
Race and clan/archetype Hunter/Stalker
Physical Description;Tall, blue eyes, blonde hair down to his eyes, skinny.
Equipment; Remington 700, wears dark black suit and tie. Silencer and combat knife.
Backstory; He was one of Jokers close friends, when he learned about the death of Vegas nothing in the casino really seemed the same for him after that, he saw a ticket out with Joker and took it.
Other info: Loves guns
Virtue- steady hands, he can keep his gun straight from long practice with precise things like painting and assembling many types of guns.
Vice- Mind slip, sometimes he finds himself drifting off and not staying alert to what he should be doing.
Player; Darksage
Character; Jack
Race and clan/archetype Hunter/Lazarus
Physical Description; Tall. brown hair, brown eyes.
Equipment; Rain coat so he doesn't get blood on his suit when he operates. A slew of medical materials with him in a convenient first aid pack. Brown suit and red tie.
Backstory; He was a paramedic for many years and had seen bite marks in the necks of many of the people he tried to save. He tried bringing it to to the attention of his superiors who called him a fanatic for trying to link this to anything supernatural.After persisting for long enough he was fired and eventually joined the casino. When he saw Joker's proof, he figured it was payback time, he had seen to many good people die because of these monsters and was determined to do something about it.
Other info: Often uses unconventional medicine to save people.
Virtue- Level headed, will find the best way out and take it if things start going south.
Vice- Kind heart, if he sees any humans hurt, regardless of whether they deserved it or not, will try to save them.
Relentless, Joker will go almost anywhere to save those closest to him often putting himself in great danger and leading to reckless decisions.
Now where have I heard that before?
That's a decent Harlow, if he was a hunter then I would be completely understanding of him.
Whats stopping you from understanding him now? He's just a normal guy, he just has yet to entirely accept and approve of that other side of his personality...
It was almost to easy. The smell of blood was overpowering to his senses, heightened by his transformation to a Lycan. The fact that she abhorred the people in the room around her was unsettlingly trademarked by one single group.
This girl was a Vampyre.
Musater walked over to her with a glass of scotch. "Need something to settle the nerves, eh?"
"You... You could say that." She was smiling, happy that someone had talked to her.
"Don't worry. I know exactly what you need." Musater was reaching into his pocket, and pulled out a small vial of blood.
"What... What is that?" The woman mouth began to water, like she had only had morsels of the sanguine substance for her entire life.
"Why, my dear, it's blood. And by the color of your skin, you look like you've only had about a cup of blood a day for your entire life!"
"Wha... How.... How did you know?" She was becoming scared, thinking the man in front of her was a fellow Vampyre, or worse, a hunter.
"Because you smell like prey. My name is Musater, Main aide to the Mayor of Prague. And you are...?" Musater extended his hand, and the woman shook it nervously.
"Jaime. Jaime Summers."
"Ah, and by the size of your teeth, I'd say... Dhampyre?"
"Yes! How do you know all of this?" She was very inrigued, guzzling the blood. It tasted off from the blood she normally drank, but blood is blood.
"Because my dear, I am a Lycaelon. And what you just drank," Musater rolled up his sleeve to show his bandaged wrist, "Was me. Lycan blood is toxic to non-lycans, but in small doses, it's as effective as date rape, but it keeps you walking. Isn't that right, dearie?"
"Guh... Guh..." Jaime's eyes rolled back in her head, and she went slack in her seat.
Musater was chuckling as he helped the inebriated woman down the street to the small rented car waiting for them.
"MUSATER! YOU DRUGGED HER?" Esmerella was screaming at Musater, who had just entered the car, and placed the zombified woman gingerly into the seat next to him, carefully buckling her up.
"Well, it was either that, or go Lycan and drag her ass out. I picked the easier option."
Esmerella Sighed.
"Wha... Where am I..." Jaime was just beginning to wake up when she tried to move her arms. The were strapped to the chair she was sitting in. The chair looked like the ones she used to sit in when she was at the dentists office. This tainted and disturbed version had leather straps everywhere, forcing it's occupant to be stalk still. Next to her was a pair of pliers, a silver stake with a wood handle, and...
"gak! How did I leave those there!" The woman dove for the pink, fuzzy handcuffs and ball gag.
"What are you people? Werewolf Rapists?" She was crying, scared to death that Oliver would find her, and punish her.
"No, dear Jamie." It was the man from the bar. His voice was so soft, so sweet.
"We're anarchists. And we need you. First off, we need to blind that eye..." Musater had picked up a ancient weapon, some sort of mixture between a saw and a sword, about 3 inches long.
"This is a dagger from the Grandfather's era. It has dispelling properties. Now, sweetie, if you would be so kind..." Musater was motioning for her to get the advil.
"Right, now sweetie, this will only hurt like a truck hitting you in the head..."
darksage wrote:I totally spaced on that one, I've changed it now. Fitzz said the Hunters were in trouble or else I would have made a Vamp to even it out.
-laughs- Its all good man, I was just joking anyway, you didn't have to change anything...
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:You destroyed your only chance of Dez ever helping you Silly...
Did you think, i was ever going to let you help?
*evil laugh*
I dunno Dez is pretty off the tracks, I mean you don't want ot know whta he did with Rachels body, I mena i wouldn't put it past him strapping Vegas to chair an make her watch him being helpfu;l..................
Ace scanned the street for any movement through the scope of his Remington, there wasn't any sign of the Vampire's car, then again he could always turn into a bat and then they don't have much chance of spotting him anyways.
"Joker, Jack, I don't know how much time you guys have left so you better hurry." Ace whispered through the intercom so the Vampire's neighbor wouldn't hear that there was a man in his tree and undoubted call the cops.
"Don't worry Jacky we're are almost there." He said with a pin in the door. "Just turn the last tumbler and there we go." Joker whispered to through the headset as the door creeped open. The vile smell of rotting flesh greeted them.
"Ughhhhh, Ace, you're lucky you get to be in the tree. It smells like sh*t in here." Jack said as him and Joker entered the house.
"Good, that means you'll hurry your as$ up." Ace replied nervously.
"Cut the chatter." Joker said approaching the light in the middle of the room. "Pay attention Jack, this might come in useful one day." Both of them assembled around the light and Joker went to work. First Joker unscrewed the light bulb from the socket and started heating the glass with his oxy-acetylene torch, "blow torch." which was in his duffel bag that he used on all jobs. Most of the time he could find something useful in there.
He carefully removing the glass from the metal base and waiting a couple minutes for the bulb to cool down from the oxy-acetylene torch. Jack removed one of his gloves and lightly touched the bulb.
"It feels about room temperature Jokes."
"Alright then moving on." Joker then took some black powder and epoxy from his duffel bag. Joker put the black powder into the cooled down glass bulb, and glued the the glass to the metal base with his epoxy.
"The light socket has no power, that's good." Joker said double checking everything. Joker then screwed the light bulb back in. "And presto, we're done here. Make a quick run through of the house to make sure we didn't for get anything. By the way Jack, you can also use gasoline, but it won't make as big of a bang." Jack searched through out the house and found a body laying across one of the beds blood completely drained from the body, it looked like just skin and bones, literally. Joker made a face in disgust.
"Let's get out of the sh*t hole." Joker said picking up his duffel bag around his right arm.
"Get out of there now!" Ace said have yelling, "His car is coming down the street, this doesn't look good."
"Sh*t," Joker said startled, "don't worry we were just leaving." Joker and Jack ran to the back of the house as the car pulled up the drive way. "Do it." Jack said as him and Joker slammed their shoulders into the back door of the house forcing it open. The the door flew open and Jack and Joker sprinted into the back yard and around to the neighbors tree. "Where is he?" Joker said startled.
"Indoors, he had a lady friend with him." Ace said calmly now. Suddenly the living room erupted sending ripples of flames coursing through the house. Engulfing the room and everything around it.
"Wrong place at the wrong time." Joker said darkly.
"Don't you have to cut off the head to kill a vampire Joke?"
"After that, he probably doesn't even have a head." Jack replied with a glimmer of a smile on his face."Say Joker, where did you learn that useful tid bit?"
"From a guy." Joker stated.
"A guy?" Ace chimed in.
"A guy who knew a guy." Joker finished. Each of them threw down a playing card. Joker threw down a Joker, Jack threw down a Jack, and Ace threw down an Ace. Each of them filed into their black car and lighted a cigaret and drove off.
Dez, Carl, and Rachel soomed off in the car, desperate to flee the previous fight. Dez was cradling his arm, as, even with his supernatural healing abilities, it still will take some time to fully heal, and in the meantime it hurt like high heaven. Kestrella was pretty banged up, and fell into unconsciousness soon after she entered the vehicle.
"Is that alright?" Carl asked Dez, making a motion towards his hurt arm.
"It's nothing," Dez said back, his face serious, but otherwise unreadable.
There was an silent pause, before Dez spoke again.
"What was that back there?" he asked, turning to face Carl.
"Hm?"
"In the fight. I heard what the other Wolf said," Dez said, taking time to recall what had appened just before Carl had retreated to the truck. "You are a pureblood."
"I don't wish to discuss it," Carl replied, suddenly on the defensive, before taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and taking a short sigh before speaking again. "We need to talk once we get back, Dez. We really do."
"Thats exactly what I hoped would happen," Dez stated, before turning his head around to look out of the cars front window, and staring into the night sky, the endless void, where monsters roam...
Musater entered the room, the left to go get Esmerella. Jaime was gone.
"Where is she! Where could she be?" Musater was shocked that she had escaped.
"Well, maybe... Maybe he took her." Pup's eyes began to glow, and Musater began to weep tears of joy. He was alive, and strong enough to answer the call.
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Jaime woke up in a chair. The room was different from the one she was stabbed in. It was a wood cabin, dimly lit by paraffin wax candles. The scent of pine was surrounding her, like this cabin was not tainted by any industry. The sounds of nature were surrounding her. She tried to move, and found no bonds tying her down to the chair, so she got up and began to walk around. The sound of her feet hitting the floor was muffled by an animal skin of some massive beast. Jaime opened the door, and found herself sink into about 6 feet of pure soft powdery snow built up around the cabin door. Whoever lived here hasn't moved for months, she thought.
"You're awake! I thought that you would never wake up!" The man was at least 10 feet tall, wearing animal skins and carrying a small candle on a holder. He had a massive bushy beard, grey with years of age.
"Who... Who are you?" She reached into her pocket to try to find something to defend herself, but found her pockets to be empty.
The man began to laugh. "Have a seat, little girl. All will be explained in good time." He sat down, the chair cracking and squeaking.
"Ok, but no tricks!" She was glaring holes into the jolly man, who began to laugh.
"I have been known by many names. Trickster was, and still is, not one of them! Ha!" The laughter filled the tiny cabin, the walls shaking and the candles flickering.
"Ok... What am I doing here?" Jaime asked.
"Well, first, we need to take that eye off you. Then, we can hunt! Ha!" The man began to stand up, cracking his knuckles. "Let's take a look at.. Oh! Pontious' property, eh? Vampyre bastard always takes the cute ones!" He winked at her jovially.
"What? How do you about-" The man had placed his palm over the eye, and began to howl. The windows broke, the candles went out, and Jaime screamed in pain. The sensation she was feeling right now was like any other she had ever felt, not searing, not stabbing, not.. Real. It felt like he was in her soul, ripping out part of her that didn't belong.
"Whew! That was a doozy! Now, do you want some ale?" The man walked into the next room, pouring some frothy brew into a metal mug, and slammed it down on the table, nearly splitting the wood surface in twain. "You look like you need this more than I do. Now, how did you-"
She stood up, scared to death of the man so calmly sitting across from her. "Who are you? What are you?"
He laughed. "I, dear girl, am King Longar the Mighty-Fanged, the King of all of the Lycans, Master of the Hunt, Warlord of the North, Slaughterer of the Trankas!" The ground around the house shook as he said these words, sa if by him uttering the phrases had some primeval meaning.
"Alright... King Longar... Why am I here?"
"Because my dear, you needed my help."
"Ah. I see." She thought for a second, then came out with her question. "If you're king, the why is Natasha ruling?"
The giant of a man stood up, rage filling his bones. "Natasha? My Niece? NO! She wasn't supposed to rule! Damn it!" He cracked the table in half over his knee and threw the chair out the window.
His eyes burning with passion, he held his hand out mighty palm to the small girl. "Come, my girl. Tonight, we shall go awaken the Beast inside of you. Then, we shall go to Prague, to meet the people who sent me you."
She took his hand, which had already become a mighty palm of fur and claw, threw her on his back, and rode into the snow drift with the force of a freight train. The trail of destruction he caused as he rode through the forest and through (Not over, right through) the mountains was visible from space, a line heading right to Prague.
Late last year - Louisiana bayou, somewhere SW of New Orleans
Laughter echoed through the blackness, it tore at her mind, ripped a little bit more of the sanity she was struggling to keep from her and yet it dulled the pain. How long had she been here? She didn't know. Why was she here, blacked out ski mask on, hands bound and chained to something by her neck? Yet another question she could not answer. For all her time spent in school, college, for all that money her parents had spent to make her the best she could be, none of it mattered now. She could hear footsteps, tap, tap, tap, somewhere above her, a voice chanting over and over and the smell of, something, like some sort of herbal tea, mixing with the stench of old death, drifting down to her. A sharp word from the voice, the laughter stopped and the pain came back; her right leg hurt, hurt like it was on fire from the knee down. It had happened before she was here, before the darkness. The chanting above grew louder and a wind whirled round upstairs, wind inside? She shuddered as a sudden silence gripped the room above; then the footsteps began again. She waited as the steps got closer and for the first time a voice spoke to her. It was a womans and familiar. The herbal smell began to fill the room and her head began to feel heavy.
"If you want to live you are going to have to listen to me very carefully. You have been left here until you stopped screaming. I don't deal with hysterics. You will leave when I say so and not before. Now, you do want to live don't you?"
The girl nodded. "Yes Ma'am."
"Hmmm, progress." The girl heard a scribbling sound. "Earlier that predicted, that makes things easier, I have things to get to. If you survive this girl I promise you your leg will be healed, you will see and your hands will be unbound."
The girl had very little time to wonder about the 'if' before she heard the cracking of bone and tearing of flesh. No smell of blood came and she was left frozen in fear, unsure of what had just happened. The clamping of jaws on her shoulder caused a cry of pain but the pressure ended as quickly as it had begun. Feeling the blood dribble down her side she trembled. The voice started as a growl and returned to the purr it had been before as it spoke.
"Day one. Subject known as 'Screech' starts process one. Hopeful for results as she didn't scream after initial bite."
Hearing the footsteps go up the stairs, the girl finally let out a scream of pain; she gagged and bile from her empty stomach hit the floor. She began to sag to the ground, tired, exhausted, beyond what she had been moments before. Her body suddenly began to convulse and as conciousness slipped from her she remembered where the voice had come from...
Two days earlier - 9th Ward, New Orleans
Tapping her Piaget watch had never made it better before and now, in far from the right part of town for a girl from L.A, Joanna Saunders found herself much regretting taking the advice of the cute guy manning the hotel desk. 'See the real New Orleans!' he'd said, finally having been made to understand her demands for entertainment and once again she had gotten herself in trouble all for the sake of curiosity. He'd be in so much trouble when she got back; he'd called her a cab and would she listen to the driver's caution, nooo, she just wanted to go to the best diner in town, a real taste of the city. The fact he hadn't mentioned that it was a complete dive bugged her; she tapped her watch again. After hours of walking and asking for a taxi number she'd finally gotten one and called for her rescue... that had been an hour ago now and to top it all off her cell had finally run out of power just as she'd been informing her sister of her plight. Jo leaned against the street sign behind her, just for some little relief from the wait. 'Screw the fact its filthy!' she thought, I'll get a new coat tommorrow anyhow.
Driving had never been the wolf's strongpoint, even since the automobile was invented they seemed to hate her inately, she changed gear and began to head for the edge of town, thanking the spirits she was done for the day. Gaagii chuckled to himself as he sat on her shoulder; the car sputtered grey smoke out of its exhaust and the brakes were horrendously worn at best, she barely turned a corner and was obviously getting stressed. The raven squarked into her ear, causing her the brake suddenly, then vapourised into a puff of smoke and went into the radio.
"Damn you! You tryin' to get me killed, bird brain? I took a risk getting this meal! You're pushin' for nothing!" Erzuli barely held her temper in check, she knew she shouldn't annoy him but after all these years, she was almost prepared to risk it.
Erzuli heard the thudd in the trunk as the body slid back down, it would be a mess by the time she got home and she hoped there wasn't too much damage. She had put her bag in there and was now regretting the decision. The radio, with the handset hanging off its hook, hummed into life.
"Traffic report: looks like clear roads ahead folks, no traffic, no lights and a whole load of crash oppertunites. Long straights may be a hazard, along with right turns, left turns and anything that involves a stop sign!"
"Gaagii! Get out of there!"
"Oooh, latest reports from the sky coming in; looks like stress may be a factor folks and worried motorists report seeing a horrifically scarred black woman driving at what seems to be geriatric speeds, in a crazed display of why each and every citizen should never take to the road after a homicide! More to come when..."
She was about to hit the radion when it crackled and a different voice came over the comm, a tired sounding Mexican man.
"Julian, you'd better have dropped the Daros' by now. There's another job coming your way. Corner of North Galvez and Piety, damsel in distress type, just your thing... move it
The radio buzzed again and Gaggii's voice returned.
"Now avaliable from all good street corners, the opportunity to make more of your evening and guaranteed to bring a smile to even the most psychotic of voodoo priestesses. Freshly caught victim!"
Erzuli burst into laughter. She swerved and did a U turn, crashing through a pile of garbage as she did so; maybe she was rubbish at driving but she knew exactly where that was and the wolf had been searching for a new subject for too long.
Four weeks ago- Louisiana bayou, somewhere SW of New Orleans
The collar round her neck hurt, it itched so much, why exactly the teaspoon heads on the inside hurt so much Jo didn't know but they did. The lamp her above switched on, filling the room with a stinging light and allowing her to see the walls of her prison again. Shelved adorned each metal lined wall of the windowless basement. Water oozed in between the sheet metal in places and gave the whole rom a dank, damp smell. She was attached to a large engine which lay in the centre of the room and had about six foot of chain to move: even in her current form, which she was still getting used to, her claws were a full 5 feet from the walls. Each shelf was filled with various books in some other language and clear jars of various sizes: the contents of each jar was shrouded in a cloudy, acrid smelling liquid, she was sure at least one contained a body part. The footsteps started above her and came closer, the same ones as before, Jo knew them all too well by now. She shuddered, in the time she had been here she had gotten used to the decor of the room that was now her prison but the steps always invoked fear.
Erzuli walked down the stairs, large book in hand; she scribbled down notes as she walked and came to a hault beside the quivering, rather skinny, ashen grey werewolf in the centre of the room. Flicking at the smaller wolf's flattened ears she stood next to the pitiful creature and shook her head: this one was the most pathetic so far, though surprizingly, not the weakest.
OOC: Next post will bring me upto speed time wise. Hopefully will get this done tommorrow.
...That's possiable as well...
Two words: Holy feth....
I never got that memo... 
