...Natasha had received word that Jarin had arrived in New Orleans and met with her operatives there, they would begin their search for the female Pure Blood as soon as Jarin was allowed to rest..
Natasha had been slightly iratated by the delay, but she realized that even Jarin wasn't indestructable...he had to take a brief moment to heal...and recouperate...the female Pure Blood would still be there when he rose.
The Queen mulled over the other news she'd received...a second Pure Blood...the mysterious male had appeared...here...in Prague.
Jarin himself had verified it...he and his pack had faced the Pure Blood and two Nrajah in combat...and though the Pure Blood had escaped with his lowlife acomplices..Natasha's hunting packs had their scent and were scouring the entire city...they would locate them...and destroy the Nrajah and bring the lost Pure Blood here.
Natasha reflected...thinking back to the massacre so long ago...these two Pure Bloods...the ones Margo managed to save...they had to have been the two pups...there was no other answer...Natasha was certian of it...she had been the only adult Pure Blood to survive...it was the only answer...
Perhaps neither even understood what they were...the power they held inside...perhaps they were unaware of their destiny.
The Queen stalked through her chambers, anger building inside...Star, that American trollop had still not been located...and she had the third Pure Blood ...the pup with her..had she located the sire yet?...was she with him?
Despite all the packs searching Natasha had received no news concerning them and her paitence was growing thin...she'd personally attempted to contact Musater twice,,,but to no avial...this irritated Natasha to no end...
Quickly, she called for Lukos...demanding he take a squad of wolves and seek out Musater...go to his home and find out what progress had been made in the search for O' Brian and the others..
Having received his orders, Lukos gathered several of the largest wolves at his disposal and together they climbed into a sleek black SUV...
" Where to sir?" the large wolf at the wheel asked.
Lukos sighed..." Musater's I've a few questions for him." the wolf answered
Slowly, the vehicle crept down the drive and slipped into the night.
FITZZ wrote: Some really good stuff from everyone, Interesting addition of "Natasha's Father" there Chowder.
Yeah, just a little thrown off by that one...
You and me both...Natasha's Father and Mother were two members of a savage pack of warrior wolves from the steppes of Russia...they were both destroyed when Natasha was very young...almost a thousand years ago.
FITZZ wrote: Some really good stuff from everyone, Interesting addition of "Natasha's Father" there Chowder.
Yeah, just a little thrown off by that one...
You and me both...Natasha's Father and Mother were two members of a savage pack of warrior wolves from the steppes of Russia...they were both destroyed when Natasha was very young...almost a thousand years ago.
... Jarin rose shortly after sunset, finding his two new companions sitting in the living room of the suite they'd brought him to on the borders of the famous French Quarter ...
" Ah...you wake.." Jean Rea said staring at the huge wolf.." All bright eye an bushy tale yeah?"
Jarin glanced at the dark haired Cajun, still unsure what to make of him.
" Thought you might be hungry.." Richie said gesturing to the table,were a covered tray had been sat..
Jarin began to protest, thinking they should get down to business...but realzed he was indeed hungry....it had been near twenty four hours since he'd last eaten, with a sigh the big wolf seated himself at the table and uncovered the plates.." What is this ?" he asked..slightly confused....he'd expected to find the usual "meal" of sliced up human flesh...instead he stared at a large steaming bowl of what appeared to be a soup of some sort.
Jean Rea laughed.." Dats Gumbo dere buck...wha?..you nevah have Gumbo before?"
Jarin stared up from the bowl.." Well...no ..I.."
" Do'n ya worry none cher " Jean Rea said with a smile.." I make dat ma'self...got good meat in it yeah."
Richie laughed..." Jean Rea calls it his Bobby Gumbo...seeing as the meat is a guy named Bobby he caught out by Armstrong Park...give it a try...it's real good."
Jarin shruged and spooned some of the thick soup into his mouth...a smile spread over his face..." Why...that's fantastic." the big wolf dove hungrily into the bowl.
" See..I tell you so." Jean Rea laughed..." Dat dere am mah mama recipe ...what wit a bit o mah own personal touch yeah."
Jarin finished the huge bowl of stew and sat back in his chair..smiling..." Ok...so...what's the plan?"
Richie lit a cigarette " Plan is to head into the Quarter ...find a scuzzy little Nrajah name of Little Drew...word is she knows a bit about the Pure Blood your looking for.."
" Well then...let's get moving...my Queen awaits my response on the success of our search." Jarin said rising from the table..
Several moments later the three wolves walked quickly through the bust streets of the French Quarter..literally swalloed by a moving sea of humans..
" So many people.." Jarin muttered..
" It making ya hungry again buck?" Jean Rea smiled " Do'n worry...i got plenny mo Gumbo...or ...of ya want sumtin fresh...we take one a bit latter.."
Jarin turned to the Cajun his eyes narrowed.
Jean Rea just laughed " You in da BIg Easy buck...do'n nobody care if sum lil street urchin go missing no...hell da law do'n hardly botha ta look fo dem ..."
Richie nodded..." He aint saying you can just feed right in the middle of Bourbon street...but ...there's a lot of fresh meat that's easy to take around here...and the cops...well...they don't much care about a missing person ...unless it's a rich missing person."
Jarin nodded..." Good to know.."
After a half hour of walking about, the three located the wolf they were seeking, a skinny girl who'd been turned as a teenager...she obviously wasn't very old...perhaps fifty..sixty years...and she was also obviously insane.
" So..Lil Drew...what ya know bout dis special wolf we lookin fo cher?" Jean Rea asked pushing against the young wolf and pinning her to the stone wall behind her.
The female grinned, her eyes shining with a mad light..." Not much Cajun...I don't know much at all.." she laughed.
Jarin stepped forward, his eyes narrow and menacing.." You will tell us what you know Nrajah trash!!" he growled..
Lil Drew burst out laughing, mimicking the huge wolf..." You will tell us what you know..: she giggled " And if I don't....you'll waht...kill me?...go ahead.." She shrugged.
Jarin raised his claws...the small female stared at him smiling..
" No need fo alla Dat" Jean Rea said, placing a hand on Jarins chest..he pulled a wad of bills from his pockets and handed them to Lil Drew " Now..wha cho know now cher...ya tell me yeah."
Lil Drew smiled.." I know there's an old woman...an old voodoo lady up on Magazine street that can tell you everything about who your looking for....her names Mama Jo...lives at the appartments between Philips and First street...room number 4..off to the back of the building."
" Dat all ya know.." Jean Rea said smiling..
" That's all" Lil Drew said...her eyes sparkling..." Hey...you wanna...party..I could use a bit more cash ya know." she pressed against Jean Rea lifting her skirt..
" Not jus now cher" the Cajun smiled " I come back an see you a bit later though...we pass a good time then yeah." he grinned wider and handed Lil Drew another wad of cash.
" I'll be waiting " the she-wolf smiled twirling her hair " Be down by Tipatina's round midnight...see you there?"
" We see cher...we see" Jean Rea said turning and rejoining the others..
Walking back to the Hotel, Jarin turned to the Cajun..." Why didn't you just kill that piece of trash.?"
Jean Rea smiled..." Why I wanna do dat buck.?" he laughed " She no danger ta me no..she tell me wha I wanna know...an she always have her ear ta da ground...she usefull ta have round fo me."
" If you say so.." Jarin sighed.." I would have killed her."
" AN den ya wouldn't know a damn ting now wud ya buck?" Jean Rea laughed.
Jarin shrugged again..a bit annoyed with the Cajun...but understanding the truth of what he said.
Moments later the three had piled into the SUV and begun to make their way up Magazine street...moving towards the residence of the Voodoo woman Mama Jo.
Chowder. Lukos is coming to visit....but not coming to fight...he's on his way to inquire as to any info Musater has concerning Star, Ryan and the others..
He'll also be asking for your assistance in tracking down Carl and the rest of the Lunar Brotherhood.
Also, In New Orleans...Jarin and the others seem to have found a link to finding the female Pure Blood.
That's me for a bit guys...have a few things I have to take care of tonight.
The engine under Harlow growled throatily as his machine took him along the highway and eventually, back to the sparsely lit country roads. Behind him followed the SWAT van that belonged to Ryan, carrying his two female partners. As the three wound along the roads towards their destination, Harlow thought about what was to happen next...
Ryan's requests so far had been cryptic at best, Harlow was seriously wondering about that. First it was the incident in the hotel and then he stayed behind to....do what exactly? Harlow heavily suspected it had something to do with the other wolf he'd smelled just before leaving...Harlow was pretty sure that had something to do with Natasha. He was beginning to have suspicions that the Irish wolf was in on the whole thing with the Lycan queen. Unless Harlow got some answers and soon...well, he wasn't sure what he'd do yet, but he knew it wouldn't be pretty. Maybe Lisa and Holly were in the same boat as him? Wondering what their leader was doing, wondering why he was acting strangely...
Or maybe they were in on it too. Ugh, this entire matter had Harlow jumping at shadows, he didn't know who to trust, he needed answers, soon. For now he would play along, do what he was told, but when he saw Ryan again, there would be a reckoning and one way or another, Harlow would get those answers.
Up Ahead, Harlow saw a sign positioned on a fork in the road, as far as he could tell it indicated that Hluboká Dřevo was about ten kilometers off the west branch of the road. Harlow gave a hand signal for the van behind him that he was turning right and together the two vehicles rode west towards the nearly sunken sun. Harlow wondered about where exactly they were going, Ryan had said that wolves went there sometimes, Harlow hoped he knew what he was talking about and they weren't running into another trap. He wondered when Ryan would find them again, what they were supposed to do until he got back. Harlow's instincts told him to lay low, at least until they saw Ryan again and figured out exactly what the next move was.
Ryan had also said something about food, Harlow certainly hoped he hadn't meant what Harlow thought he meant because there was no way Harlow was doing that.....willingly at least.
That reminded him, he looked up at the sky to see the orb of the moon, almost full, waxing in the sky. They had a couple days at best and the hunger would be on all of them. Harlow sighed
This gak only got better and better...
(Just a small piece of RP to establish the fact that Harlow and Ghosty's NPCs are on the move, closing in on the town...)
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:It should be up very soon...
... just gotta eat first...
...That's cool...
I made coffee, scrambled eggs with bacon and sausage in it, along with french toast. All while I was watching Abbot and Costello, today has been a good day so far.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:It should be up very soon...
... just gotta eat first...
...That's cool...
I made coffee, scrambled eggs with bacon and sausage in it, along with french toast. All while I was watching Abbot and Costello, today has been a good day so far.
... ..I watched Abbot and Costello meet Frankenstien with my kids yesterday...
Both are beginning to "discover" a lot of "classic" old films/ TV shows through my " guidance".
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:I should have another post up soon, and remeber the Police are looking for Bruss, that'll show him to chuck bodies through my windows -.-
...I actually foresee a rather largish event on the horizon...Cops ( posiably Musater's), Lunar Brotherhood, Hunters, the random wolf pack...and who knows who else involved.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:I should have another post up soon, and remeber the Police are looking for Bruss, that'll show him to chuck bodies through my windows -.-
That's okay, they have no idea what Andy looks like... and remember the last time you tried to have them frame Andy for something? Poor Longinius, too bad Pontius got mad at him.
@ Fitzz,
My dad introduced me to all of that stuff as well. We watched Abbot and Costello meet the Mummy today though. Its a close second to my favorite one, which is the episode where they think they go to Mars but are in Louisianna and after they launch again they actually land on Mars.
Once Dez and the group had returned to the flat, Dez laid Kes down on her bed, and walked into the living room where Carl was already waiting. He sat down on a sofa directly opposite Carl, and waited for a moment, berfore speaking.
"Now, tell me what the hell is going on. Dom has already died, and so will another one of us if we don't actually know what you are keeping from us."
"Okay," Carl spoke. "I am going to tell you my secret. But you have to let me speak, so do not interrupt.”
Dez nodded.
“Okay,” he began. “Many years ago I was a pup in a pack that just about entirely consisted of Purebloods. Natasha, who you should know about, was in that pack. One day we were attacked by an amazingly large force of Hunters. Our home burnt, our kin died, but one of the older wolves saved me. We got separated soon after, and I was left alone in the wild. But I survived. Long enough until I was an adult, and until I discovered the Lunar Brotherhood. That may be a lot for you to understand.”
Dez paused to think about it. It was interesting, but he didn’t mind much as he knew Carl was devoted to the Brotherhood.
“What else is there?” Dez asked.
“What? That’s it.”
“I know that your holding something from me,” Dez said, leaning forward.
“No, please no,” Carl answered, knowing that he would have to tell him. “Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you!” Carl shouted, before taking a deep breath and calming himself. “After some time, I found a woman, when I was in a city one day. We fell in love, and had a son. But, soon after we got an urgent message, and were given an address to go to. We went there, and found the Oracle of Delphi. She had had a disturbance, and alerted to us that our son would become an evil Werewolf, and it frightened me to death. We asked, begged, and even threatened her to help us. So she agreed to cast a blessing over our son, so that he would not be a wolf, but he would if he was ever bitten.”
Dez fell back on the sofa, and processed it through his mind, realising what it could mean, but refusing to believe it.
“No, no,” he repeated. “What else? What else?!”
“That child,” Carl said, wiping some sweat from his brow. “Is you.”
Dez’s face went pale. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. He was about to protest when he caught a scent, an urgent scent. It was of Vegas. The same scent from earlier when she betrayed him.
This was awful. Everything was falling apart around him.
Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:I should have another post up soon, and remeber the Police are looking for Bruss, that'll show him to chuck bodies through my windows -.-
That's okay, they have no idea what Andy looks like... and remember the last time you tried to have them frame Andy for something? Poor Longinius, too bad Pontius got mad at him.
@ Fitzz,
My dad introduced me to all of that stuff as well. We watched Abbot and Costello meet the Mummy today though. Its a close second to my favorite one, which is the episode where they think they go to Mars but are in Louisianna and after they launch again they actually land on Mars.
...Those are all great old movies, I enjoy the fact that my kids are liking them ( as well as a lot of older films), really just trying to introduce them to movies/TV that doesn't require a load of mindless CGI " BangPowBoom!!"...and actually tell a story rather than just place a load of " Eye candy" on the screen.
My Son is especially getting into "older" stuff...watching the old 1970's Incrediable Hulk series, Kolchak the Night Stalker and a plethora of old films...He watched " Arsenic and old lace" and " Plan 9 from outer space" this Saturday and really loved them.
...I'm noticing a few " soap Opera" twist in this RP...but it works.
Hell Dark Shadows was a great "Soap Opera" based on Vampires and Werewolves and such...
FITZZ wrote: ...Those are all great old movies, I enjoy the fact that my kids are liking them ( as well as a lot of older films), really just trying to introduce them to movies/TV that doesn't require a load of mindless CGI " BangPowBoom!!"...and actually tell a story rather than just place a load of " Eye candy" on the screen.
My Son is especially getting into "older" stuff...watching the old 1970's Incrediable Hulk series, Kolchak the Night Stalker and a plethora of old films...He watched " Arsenic and old lace" and " Plan 9 from outer space" this Saturday and really loved them.
I myself am partial to old westerns, lots of Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, all those guys, I watch their flicks sometimes with my dad, he grew up with em...
@ Kais Wow, now all we need is an evil twin and we'll have ourselves a soap opera!
I kid, it was actually very interesting...
Edit: D'oh! Ninja'd by Fitzz in regards to the whole "soap opera" thing...
halonachos wrote:My dad picked up a set of Sci-Fi DVD's for about $20. It has over a hundred different Sci-Fi movies, even one from the 20's.
Maciste in Hell, that's it! Its an old italian movie from 1925, really cool to see what actions were considered evil and sinful back then.
BTW, the ending is a total Deus Ex Machina.
My Missus picked me up two volumes of " Horror classics"...DVD boxed sets with 50 films each for about $20 dollars apiece, loads of old B&W stuff from the 30's and 40's...really fun stuff to just watch and laugh at and yes the "morality" lines are hysterical in most of those films.
@ Warork...twins?...twins you say...Hmmm...stay tuned for the next episode of " As the Blood Moon turns."
The night sky shimmered under the pressure of a thousand lights as the small car pulled up in the car park just in front of the 'Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas' sign. The three figures slowly climbed out and checked their possessions, taking a small case and holdall from the boot before locking the car down. If things went to plan Remy should be picking it up before the dawn, and it would be safely back in the Rain car lot and away from prying eyes by the daylight. Glancing right for any traffic, Scarlett darted across the South Las Vegas Boulevard and turned as she reached the fence, making sure that both Olivia and Nero where on her tail.
"Are you sure we left nothing of importance?" She asked her eyes darting from Nero, to the traffic passing them, to the fence alongside them that snaked around McCarren Airport. She was weary of any police causing them problems this close to the start of their journey, they where leaving things fine as they where. The jet would not reach the lands of Eastern Europe before dawn had broken, so they required a stop over at a small airstrip in Maine, where they had arranged for a brief stop over before the plane would move on to Prague in time for the early evening.
"I am certain." Stated Nero, his eyes on the plane they had hired.
All three of them where nervous, none of them had flown since their rebirth to the darkness, it seemed such an alien concept to all of them. Waiting until no cars where approaching their position, Scarlett was the first to jump, from a standing position, a little drop and spring with the boost of her blood let her leap over the fence and land cleanly on the other side. Nero took the holdall from Olivia and tossed it over, then the case. Before Scarlett could even put the case down Nero landed softly alongside her, and both of them looked back at Olivia.
She was hiding in the hood once again, it was becoming some kind of security for her against their strange world she had been brought back to. Glancing back, she crouched slightly and leapt over, landing by Scarlett as Nero grabbed them both and led them quickly to a lamppost, where larger bushes on the other side of the fence masked them from the road. Moving quickly they headed straight to the private Jet N33LJ and nodded at the Pilot standing by the steps.
"You're late" muttered the Pilot.
"That is none of your concern, is it ready to ...fly?" Nero said with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Yeah, everything is prepared as you asked, we'll be at Portland before you know it."
Nero looked back to Olivia and Scarlett, both the female Vampires where talking about the amulet again, Olivia was not keen over this part of the plan, but it had to be done. He watched as Scarlett caressed the younger vampires face, before they embraced briefly. Nero felt a pang of something he had not felt in many years, and scowled to himself for even allowing such a feeling. This childe was useful to his plans, nothing more he thought with a snarl inside his head, but still the nagging doubt remained.
"You must take it now, we need her to sense where I am. The amulet masks that unless she is very close, with me no longer wearing it, she will know where I am and where to find me." Scarlett said softly, her eyes locked with Olivia's.
"I am not so sure this is best for both of us, this plan has flaws."
Scarlett smiled and nodded.
"Perhaps, but I would rather take one last throw of the dice at my own time, my own choosing, then wait for her to come again and catch us alone, unaware."
"It just seems like madness."
"It ends Olivia, either with her death or mine, I beat her once, but I will not run again, with Nero's help there is a chance we can rid the world of her for good. This is my last chance, now please take it."
Unclipping the amulet Scarlett passed it to Olivia's trembling hands, and then looked to Nero.
"It is done, she will know."
Nero nodded.
"Best be on our way then."
Scarlett headed up onto the plane, not watching as Olivia carefully put the amulet around her neck, Nero watched as the young Kindred stared at him, she was more uncertain of his motives than Scarlett, but time would should both of them what was at stake. Soon he thought, soon enough. As Olivia stepped up onto the plane, Nero took one last glance around and then boarded it himself. They sat down in the seats by the blacked out windows, and watched as the pilot closed the door and headed up into the cockpit, passing under two heavy black drapes hanging from the ceiling, before shutting the cabin door. As the engines kicked into life, the three Kindred lay back, pondering over their journey east, and the looming dark shadow that would now, surely be following them.
FITZZ wrote: Nice one MDS...good that your on your way to Prague, I'm sure that " someone" will be meeting you when you arrive.
Andy stood at the airport gate holding a sign that read "Bloodsuckers". It wasn't until the plane arrived that he realized the grave error he had made, he was soon surrounded by a group of lawyers who had been on their way to a lawyer convention in Prague, the group chanted as they carried Andy, screaming, out of the concourse.
"Subpoena, habeus corpus, subpoena." the lawyers chanted as they passed another gate, the passengers leaving the plane watched as one would watch a sideshow oddity. The chanting grew louder for Scarlett, Olivia, and Nero as the group approached them. They watched as Andy was dragged away, fighting desperately to free himself from their grip.
"What in the world was that?" Nero asked, unsure of what had actually happened.
"Lawyers." Scarlett answered, "We must be careful."
"They're just humanii," Nero said, "we shouldn't have too much issue with them."
"Actually Nero, lawyers are a special breed of human." Scarlett trembled as she began to describe them, "They grow hair to look like tailored suits and their hands are usually wrapped around a briefcase handle, this practice allows them to strengthen their grip so that nothing can escape their clutches. They have been known to bleed a man dry over a torturous length of time and nothing can escape their wrath. They are the ultimate evil in the modern world, in fact the only thing that comes close to their brand of evil are Scientologists and followed by them is the movie Kazaam."
"How can a movie be so evil?" Nero asked, amazed, "What is a movie to be exact?"
"A movie is a series of moving pictures." Scarlett answered as she picked up her baggage from baggage claim.
"So how can they be evil?" Nero asked again.
"Have you ever seen Kazaam?" Scarlett answered with a question.
...Nachos...have I told you how much I love you today?..
@ WarOrk..I told you man, you have to place all drinks as far away from you as possiable before you read anything he's written...it's the only way to be sure.
If my character dies, I'll make them even better so that all of your keyboards will lie in puddles of sticky sugary beverages! You'll have ants for years!
halonachos wrote:If my character dies, I'll make them even better so that all of your keyboards will lie in puddles of sticky sugary beverages! You'll have ants for years!
Ants aren't the problem...it's that my keys now stick for a bit when I type due to all the soda/beer that has saturated them after reading some ( a hell of a lot) of your post..
My space bar has had no real "spring" to it since the " Chocolate Helicopter" post way back in the old Zombie RP.
I guess that I have to say that I'm sorry to everyone in this RP then.
My name is Halonachos and I must apologize to Mordoskul, Warork, Shas name is too long to remember, sillyboy, chowderhead, beserksteve, morathi's darkest sin, aurelia, hlaine larkin mark 2, and any others I may have forgotten. I am the reason why it takes Fitzz so long to post events, and for that I am truly sorry.
I know what you're all thinking, why didn't I apologize sooner? The answer is that I had no real idea of what my posts were doing to the RP community, at first they were just for fun and then people responded favorably to them so I kept posting them. Unfortunately I didn't learn of the dark side of my posting, the sticky dark side at that. When I first heard of someone spewing soda or other beverages onto their keyboard I first thought that it was just an exaggeration, someone reporting a different response to my posts. That's when I began to see a trend, as I kept posting the silly posts the same people continued to show the same response and I thought that maybe it was just that individual's response to my post and that nothing would come of it... I was wrong. The drink spewing began to become more common and I was wondering if it was something I was doing in my silly posts, I hadn't changed the recipe, or so I thought.
In the first pronounced case of what I call "Spit Up Drink Syndrome" or SUDS for short, I had included a special ingredient in my silly post, that ingredient was Jesus. Yes, it wasn't uncommon for Jesus to deal out high fives or to ride away on a harley motorcycle after some obscure, if not false, life lesson was learned. In my later posts I forgot to include Jesus, thinking that it was a stale ingredient to use in my new silly post formula. Again, I was wrong. More and more users began to exhibit SUDS and I wondered why so many more were reacting this way. I have now realized that Jesus was the cure to SUDS all along and that lack of Jesus caused people to spit up their drinks and stikcy up their keyboards.
So again, to the RP community, I do apologize and I promise to include more Jesus giving high fives or riding a harley motorcycle in the sky.
If you want to help cure SUDS, please donate to the SUDS isn't for Buds campaign with check or paypal. Together we can get rid of SUDS and make the world a less sticky place, or at least replace Fitzz's keyboard.
You know what though, I don't think I've ever had Mordo react to one of my silly RPs... I swear by the power of Gray Skull and He-Man's homoeroticism that I will get him to at least chuckle if not 'lol' at one of my silly posts.
@CHowder, I humbly accept the reward before going into the green room and ripping my shirt off while dancing on the couch. Fortunately I rolled a 43 and my agility is 54 so I pass.
Well, even though I managed to not spit up any drink...as I didn't have one at the time...due to Nachos "speech" my coworkers now think I'm insane...well...more insane, as I was cackling like an maniac while reading it.
Of course this is actually a good thing...as the crazier they think I am the less inclined they are to annoy me.
Oh I did forget you didn't I... funny thing that... please don't kill Andy.
It's fine. Fine! It's not like I've ever done anything of value here ever or anything. Obviously my exceeding lack of impact in these rps has been manifested here, and as such, I humbly resign from all rps from now on, as all my hard work and toil obviously has no apparent effect on the community. Bugger you all!
Oh I did forget you didn't I... funny thing that... please don't kill Andy.
It's fine. Fine! It's not like I've ever done anything of value here ever or anything. Obviously my exceeding lack of impact in these rps has been manifested here, and as such, I humbly resign from all rps from now on, as all my hard work and toil obviously has no apparent effect on the community. Bugger you all!
Oh I did forget you didn't I... funny thing that... please don't kill Andy.
It's fine. Fine! It's not like I've ever done anything of value here ever or anything. Obviously my exceeding lack of impact in these rps has been manifested here, and as such, I humbly resign from all rps from now on, as all my hard work and toil obviously has no apparent effect on the community. Bugger you all!
Oh I did forget you didn't I... funny thing that... please don't kill Andy.
It's fine. Fine! It's not like I've ever done anything of value here ever or anything. Obviously my exceeding lack of impact in these rps has been manifested here, and as such, I humbly resign from all rps from now on, as all my hard work and toil obviously has no apparent effect on the community. Bugger you all!
Well..I've surely expressed ..on numerous occasions how much I enjoy your post and the stories you create...but I guess if you want to sulk I suppose I'll have to let you...would you like a small hug before you go to your corner..just so you know I care?
Here ya go ghosty, in recognition of all the hard work you've done in making this...and indeed every RP you partake in a better experiance I present you with this hot girl with a pint..
...Dear lord...I'm going to get fired...laughing like a loon when I should be pretending to work...
It's going to be hard to explain to my boss that I'm in hysterics because a guy in Europe might be spanking to a picture I posted...nope...don't think he'd like that one bit.
Chowderhead wrote:I'll post in 15. I need to memorize some Romeo and Juliet first.
That's fine..
Side note: I'm clearly delusional atm as I first read that as Romero and Juliet and began to think what a wonderful play that would make...
Romeo and Juliet kill themselves....and then rise to devoure their families .
FITZZ wrote: ...Dear lord...I'm going to get fired...laughing like a loon when I should be pretending to work...
It's going to be hard to explain to my boss that I'm in hysterics because a guy in Europe might be spanking to a picture I posted...nope...don't think he'd like that one bit.
FITZZ wrote: ...Dear lord...I'm going to get fired...laughing like a loon when I should be pretending to work...
It's going to be hard to explain to my boss that I'm in hysterics because a guy in Europe might be spanking to a picture I posted...nope...don't think he'd like that one bit.
That literally made me bust out laughing.
Well...I hope you weren't at work..
Speaking of..near quitting time...not that I've done a damn thing all day...so I'm off to go fight traffic.
I'll be checking back later tonight...and hope to do the Event intro as well as a few write ups.
Joker drove through the streets on the way back to the hotel enjoying the silence in the car, it gave him time to think. Ace had no trouble falling to sleep in the back seat on the way back but Jack was having no such luck. He would glance over a Joker every few minutes studying him.
"If you have something to say, then say it." Joker stated bluntly.
"So Joker, fill us in. Are we just going to be killing low time vampires? How is that going to get you the man you're after." Jack questioned trying not to piss Joker off.
"Imagine you're a Vampire crime lord," He replied realizing how ridiculous that sounded but deciding to continue anyway, "now some hunters are going around killing everyone on your pay role, or blood role I guess in this case. What would you do?"
"I'd send people after them and have them be killed." Jack answered.
"Exactly, but you wouldn't be doing this yourself, your top men would take care of it. If all of his guys keep turning up dead, you bet he's going to do something about it. Say we fight these would be assassins and win, then do some interrogating where the man who sent them is. Get the jump on him and find out where his boss is." Joker stated blowing a puff of smoke out the window from his cigaret.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were making up as you go along." Jack replied.
"Any good plan is a little of both I suppose, I got a few tricks up sleeve if everything starts going south though." Joker said trying to keep his focus.
"Well, for our sakes I hope you do." He replied. There was nothing but silence on the way back from that point on. Joker had to find his next target. They had stolen some medical reports from the hospital on every body found with bite marks or similar holes in his neck. Some of these he tracked down turned out to be dead ends, but others were just what he was looking for.
He said he needed to memorize Romeo and Juliet first, I guess he didn't have the cliffnotes version.
It is a far, far better thing I do now than I have ever done before. It is a far, far better sleep I go to now than I have ever known before. Something, something, something.
Damn Tale of Two Cities... either way I had this really good idea for a silly post and then I completely forgot it, I guess it wasn't that good at all or I just plain got distracted by beef stroganoff... something to do with Louisianna vampires, no no no... geeze willikers I wish I could remember. Oh yeah, it was Deal or No Deal with Andy as the contestant, Oliver as the host, and Pontius as the banker. I should probably write that up in the distant future.
halonachos wrote:He said he needed to memorize Romeo and Juliet first, I guess he didn't have the cliffnotes version.
It is a far, far better thing I do now than I have ever done before. It is a far, far better sleep I go to now than I have ever known before. Something, something, something.
Damn Tale of Two Cities... either way I had this really good idea for a silly post and then I completely forgot it, I guess it wasn't that good at all or I just plain got distracted by beef stroganoff... something to do with Louisianna vampires, no no no... geeze willikers I wish I could remember. Oh yeah, it was Deal or No Deal with Andy as the contestant, Oliver as the host, and Pontius as the banker. I should probably write that up in the distant future.
I could see that...a whole slew of Larve with brief cases...open the wrong case and Wendy's head rolls out.
...The sleek SuV glided rapidly up Magazine street, past numerous antique dealers and art galleries and various corner cafes.
Jarin stared out of the tinted window watching the groups of carefree humans as they strolled along the street, window shopping and socializing..
" Sheep" he thought.." Good for nothing save a hot meal..", he was still strugleing to accept the local wolves undisciplined mannerism ...though they were obviously loyal to the Queen...they seemed little more than Nrajahthemselves.
" Americans" the huge wolf surmized to himself silently..." I suppose it's just how they are..."
He leaned back in the seat and sighed.
" D'on ya worry none dere buck." Jean Rea spoke from the drivers seat " Dis here voodoo woman what Lil Drew send ya to gone have all a da infomation ya want yeah."
" You say that is if your going on more than the word of some filthy little Nrajah whore.." Jarin snarled.." She could have told you anything just for your money.."
Jean Rea burst out laughing " Ya jus d'on get it do ya der buck...Lil Drew...she no gone lie ta Jean Rea no..she know she do..she die...she have no one ta protect her from big bad wolf's like you no."
" But why...why protect that...trash?" Jarin said...his tone accusitory .." It makes you look just as ...bad."
Jean Rea's smile vanished, his eyes blazing with a killers light..." Ya better watch yo tounge wit me yeah...ya not in da Queens castle no...you in mah home...an we do tings mah way...yes."
Jarin felt a wave of anger wash over him...for an instant he considered ripping the Cajuns throat out..then Ritchie spoke from behind him.
" Look here boss...you want to find the Pure Blood...and we wanna help you." Richie said " So let's lighten up on the royal propriaty and handle what we need to handle...ok?"
Jarin nodded and returned his gaze to the street outside.
Several moments passed, and the Suv came to a halt outside of a large plantation home..
" I thought we were going to an appartment building?" Jarin asked looking up at the structure.
" This is an apartment building." Richie laughed..." Old plantation home that's been subleted..converted into apartments.."
Jarin nodded.." Ah..I see...that...girl said the woman lives in the rooms to the rear."
Richie nodded.." You and I will go to the front door and wait for it to open.."
" Open..?" Jarin asked
" Dat my job buck." Jean Rea smiled and vaulted the high fence around the structure.
" C'mon" Richie said leaping the fence himself, after a moment Jarin followed.
Standing in front of the apartment door,the two wolves listened patiently...they'd heard a muffled scream and the sound of something being broken...then silence..
a moment later the front door opened and the grinning Cajun peered out.." AH mes amies, so good fo you to come...we pass a good time now no?"
Richie chuckled, but Jarin simply pushed his way into the room.
There, bound to a kitchen chair was a woman in her late thirty's, her colorful nightdress torn open in the front exposing most of her body..a strip of duct tape firmly across her mouth.
The woman stared at the large wolf as he walked towards her...not a trace of fear in her eyes.
Jarin took a knee in front of the captive female and spoke.." I'm going to ask you some questions...you will answer me...or" he lifted his right hand...which was now tipped with two inch long claws.
Slowly Jarin removed the tape from the woman's mouth..." Where is the Pure Blood..?" he said menacingly .
" I don't tell you nuffing" The woman spat.
" Christ...another one" Jarin thought rolling his eyes..he beared his fangs at the woman.." I think you'll tell me.." he smiled.." I think you'll tell me evrything you know."
With that Jarin slid a single razor sharp claw across one of the bound woman's nipples. splitting it in two.
The woman flinched in pain...but maintained her defieant stare...her eyes filling not with fear...but hate.
" I not scared of you ...me seen more in mah life den you could imagine" She smiled " What ya can do ta me now Huh?"
Jarin slowly sliced into the woman's stomach..grasping an uncoiling intestine in his claw and tugging slightly..
This time the woman shrieked.
" Tell me." Jarin whispered softly, almost as if he were her lover.
" You go ta hell you can." She hissed.
" Very well" Jarin smiled...reaching into his pocket and producing a small lighter.
Over the next half hour, Jarin preformed a multitude of unspeakable acts upon the screaming woman...pushing her threshold of agony to the breaking point.
"Now" the huge wolf whispered softly..." Tell me.."
The woman stared at Jarin with her remaining eye...her lips quivering..around her now toothless mouth...
She glanced down at her body...her insides ...crisp ruins hanging from her body.
A single tear sliped from her eye.." You kill me if me tell?" she begged in a choked whisper..
Jarin stroked the woman hair softly..." Quick and painlessly" he nodded smiling.
The woman sobbed..." She name Ezruli...she have places in da city...but...me think she in da Bayou house now."
" Bayou House?" Jarin whispered...his eyes gently questioning the tortured woman.
She nodded and moaned in pain at the movement..." Out ta Honey Island."
Lean Rea spoke from behind " I know where she talkin bout."
" Very well" Jarin said...he looked at the mangled woman a smile parting his lips.." And now..you will sleep."
" Ya" the woman said, her voice barely a whisper " Me sleep...an me dream...dream of when I see you again down in hell."
With a quick slash , Jarin opened the woman's throat, blood gushed from the gaping wound and the woman gurgled quietly for a moment then went limp.
" Let's go" Jarin said rising to his feet.
Outside, as they climbed back into the SUV, Richie stared at the huge wolf..." That'''that was pretty brutal...even by our standards man."
Jarin nodded.
" Where the hell did you learn interigation..skills..like that?" Richie asked.
Jarin simply smiled.." Germany in the 30's and 40's" he replied.
Richie went silent,leaning back in his seat as the SUV pulled away from the curb and into the night.
FITZZ wrote:
" Where the hell did you learn interigation..skills..like that?" Richie asked.
Jarin simply smiled.." Germany in the 30's and 40's" he replied.
I might go to hell for loling at that..... But it actually give me an idea for maybe another flashback from Harlow...
BTW Fitzz, for some reason I imagined the toturee's voice to be that of Calypso from the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie, not sure if that was the intended effect. I'm really startin to hate Jarin, I think that attests to your skill
FITZZ wrote:
" Where the hell did you learn interigation..skills..like that?" Richie asked.
Jarin simply smiled.." Germany in the 30's and 40's" he replied.
I might go to hell for loling at that..... But it actually give me an idea for maybe another flashback from Harlow...
BTW Fitzz, for some reason I imagined the toturee's voice to be that of Calypso from the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie, not sure if that was the intended effect. I'm really startin to hate Jarin, I think that attests to your skill
Her voice would be very much like what you imagined.
I'm glad Jarin is bringing out an emotional response...that's what I'm shooting for, I've got plans to link him to the Nazi's "Operation Werewolf" in future post...all in all revealing just how evil and sinister he really is.
FITZZ wrote:I'm glad Jarin is bringing out an emotional response...that's what I'm shooting for, I've got plans to link him to the Nazi's "Operation Werewolf" in future post...all in all revealing just how evil and sinister he really is.
Hehehe, Nazis and a werewolf pun all in the same story.....perfect
FITZZ wrote:I'm glad Jarin is bringing out an emotional response...that's what I'm shooting for, I've got plans to link him to the Nazi's "Operation Werewolf" in future post...all in all revealing just how evil and sinister he really is.
Hehehe, Nazis and a werewolf pun all in the same story.....perfect
...There really was a Nazi "plot" that was titled "Operation Werewolf"...basicly it entailed dropping SS Commando's behind Allied lines to create "Chaos" near the end of the war...
So...I figured I'd embelish a bit and change up some of the historical facts and make some of those commando's " Real Werewolves".
FITZZ wrote: ...There really was a Nazi "plot" that was titled "Operation Werewolf"...basicly it entailed dropping SS Commando's behind Allied lines to create "Chaos" near the end of the war...
So...I figured I'd embelish a bit and change up some of the historical facts and make some of those commando's " Real Werewolves".
Yeah, I'm a bit of a historian myself, I know a few things about that, the teams were supposedly responsible for assassinations and bombings that happened at the end and after the end of the war, plus a few other scary things...
Pretty ingenious (and majorly ironic) plan you got there Fitzz, I approve!
Ties in with Hitler's interest in the occult(the guy looked for the spear that was supposed to have been used on Jesus while he was on the cross). He also had a thing called the Fly-Trap where he was trying to create anti-gravity... he did a lot of stuff like commit suicide on Walpurgisnacht which was traditionally the night when witches were believed to celebrate and wait for spring.
He also hated gypsies. Yeah, Fitzz I'm trying to get you to create Werewolf Hitler.
FITZZ wrote: ...There really was a Nazi "plot" that was titled "Operation Werewolf"...basicly it entailed dropping SS Commando's behind Allied lines to create "Chaos" near the end of the war...
So...I figured I'd embelish a bit and change up some of the historical facts and make some of those commando's " Real Werewolves".
Yeah, I'm a bit of a historian myself, I know a few things about that, the teams were supposedly responsible for assassinations and bombings that happened at the end and after the end of the war, plus a few other scary things...
Pretty ingenious (and majorly ironic) plan you got there Fitzz, I approve!
Cool...Like I said, I plan to make Jarin...and his " trackers" pretty damn evil...and the backstories I'm working on will flesh things out some.
His " Talents" are why Natasha prizes him so much and has placed him in the posistion of her "Chief Agent". and second only to Lukos in control of her forces.
halonachos wrote:Ties in with Hitler's interest in the occult(the guy looked for the spear that was supposed to have been used on Jesus while he was on the cross). He also had a thing called the Fly-Trap where he was trying to create anti-gravity... he did a lot of stuff like commit suicide on Walpurgisnacht which was traditionally the night when witches were believed to celebrate and wait for spring.
He also hated gypsies. Yeah, Fitzz I'm trying to get you to create Werewolf Hitler.
You nailed a lot of it Nachos...the Nazi interest in the occult/supernatural will play a part in the back story...
No plans for a Werewolf Hitler though.
halonachos wrote:Ties in with Hitler's interest in the occult(the guy looked for the spear that was supposed to have been used on Jesus while he was on the cross). He also had a thing called the Fly-Trap where he was trying to create anti-gravity... he did a lot of stuff like commit suicide on Walpurgisnacht which was traditionally the night when witches were believed to celebrate and wait for spring.
He also hated gypsies. Yeah, Fitzz I'm trying to get you to create Werewolf Hitler.
You nailed a lot of it Nachos...the Nazi interest in the occult/supernatural will play a part in the back story...
No plans for a Werewolf Hitler though.
halonachos wrote:Ties in with Hitler's interest in the occult(the guy looked for the spear that was supposed to have been used on Jesus while he was on the cross). He also had a thing called the Fly-Trap where he was trying to create anti-gravity... he did a lot of stuff like commit suicide on Walpurgisnacht which was traditionally the night when witches were believed to celebrate and wait for spring.
He also hated gypsies. Yeah, Fitzz I'm trying to get you to create Werewolf Hitler.
You nailed a lot of it Nachos...the Nazi interest in the occult/supernatural will play a part in the back story...
No plans for a Werewolf Hitler though.
Vampire Hitler?
...Well...he did suck. ...But...No..nothing cool for Hitler...he's on fire in a ditch...right were he should be.
halonachos wrote:Ties in with Hitler's interest in the occult(the guy looked for the spear that was supposed to have been used on Jesus while he was on the cross). He also had a thing called the Fly-Trap where he was trying to create anti-gravity... he did a lot of stuff like commit suicide on Walpurgisnacht which was traditionally the night when witches were believed to celebrate and wait for spring.
He also hated gypsies. Yeah, Fitzz I'm trying to get you to create Werewolf Hitler.
You nailed a lot of it Nachos...the Nazi interest in the occult/supernatural will play a part in the back story...
No plans for a Werewolf Hitler though.
Vampire Hitler?
...Well...he did suck. ...But...No..nothing cool for Hitler...he's on fire in a ditch...right were he should be.
And It's funny. Because he's a mass murdering fuckhead!
Musater got the knock on the door as soon as he began to open the file. Pup came running in. Whisper yelling, she shouted "gak gak gak! It's Natasha's goons!"
"Mr. Musater..." The man looked at his notes. "Does he have a last name?" The man in the black suit shook his head. "Strange man."
Musater opened the door to his fellow Lycans. "Welcome, gentlemen. Have a seat." He gestured for them to have a seat on the leather couch, and noticed the file was gone from the table. Good. Pup got rid of it fast, and she would not interrupt, if she knew what was good for her. These men were jumpy, and she could be killed.
"So, gentlemen," Musater said, swigging the bottle of scotch like it was water, "What can I help you with on this most wonderful of days?"
One of the men in the black suits talked first, "How is the progress on the targets?" He took out a cigarette and a lighter and puffed up.
"The tracking is going good. We have had many confirmed sighting of the O'Brian case, but no new leads on the other."
"Ah. I see. And how many confi-" The ringing of the phone stopped the cigarette man dead in mid sentence.
"Excuse me, I must get that." Musater got up annoyed at the fact that both he was visited by the lackeys of Natasha, not Natasha herself, and that a Humanii telemarketer was calling. He would make sure to tell the mayor to shut down Telemarketers.
"What."
"Musater, It's Kiev" He sounded rushed, like he didn't have time to talk, "We have his locale. We're en route, and need you. I'll be over with the van in Oh-Five minutes." The phone hung up, and Musater turned around, smiling. He had his Wolves for the plan.
"Gentlemen, I must be off. I have a Irishman to catch." Musater ushered the men out of the penthouse, and called in Pup.
"Get the accommodations ready. We'll be having guests." He kissed her on the cheek, and snagged her gun.
"Musater, you know how bad of a shot you are!" She cried out, as he left the apartment.
"That's what the extra clips are for, sweetie!"
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"Today, gentlemen, we are apprehending a suspect. He is a madman, part of the group of IRA members who infiltrated Prague a few years back and set off the bombs in the Town Center. Thankfully, they did minimal damage and we could cover it up with a boiler explosion. He is extremely dangerous, but we cannot take him dead. We are going in with Pellet and beanbag weapons, stun guns, and lots of tranq darts."
"So, what you are saying is that we are going in loud, but using soft weapons? And why is Kiev using a M4?" Officer Nanta asked, loading the beanbags into his weapon.
"Kiev is backup. If things get... Hairy.... He will open fire. He, however, will not aim for the chest. Instead, he will use the weapon to take out the knees."
"Gotcha. And why are you here?" Nanta was checking his stun gun, the noise piercing the air of the cramped van.
"Because." Musater was losing his patience.
"Look, buddy, if you're some sort of press-" The barrel of the 9mm handgun was on Nanta's head.
"If you do not shut the hell up, I will not hesitate to redecorate the wall behind you a nice pink. Get it?"
Nanta swallowed. "Got it..."
"Excellent." Musater stood up, taking the barrel of the weapon off of Nanta's head. "Today gentlemen, We shall walk in the shadow of the Valley of Death. But we shall fear no evil, for we are fear itself." Musater pulled on the bulletproof vest, knowing that it would rip off the instant he changed.
But the Lycaelon inside of him knew this. And loved it.
Heavy rain began fell from the sky as Ryan moved back through the warehouse district, the water foaming out of guttering above, and cascaded in torrents onto the street level below, quickly creating the walk spaces into a mire of melting snow and water. Ryan rolled his shoulders and pulled his hood up over his head, protecting him from the worst of the rainfall, and yet despite this, he was soon soaked through and through, and water began to pool in the bottom of his sodden shoes. Ryan sneezed from the cold, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, conserving his body heat. Worse, the water was eradicating any traces of smell, and Ryan was beginning to lose track of whom he had been searching for. Eventually, necessity required him to duck out of the rain, and under a porch. As he shook himself dry as best he could, Ryan became grimly aware that he was sharing the space with someone. He turned, and looked down at a man, tucked under a heavy blanket, looking up at him through crusty eyes.
"Look somewhere else Fella." Ryan pulled out his back of tobacco, and examined the sodden mess. Useless. With an exasperated sigh, Ryan tossed the pack to the floor, and stepped back out into the rain. The man watched Ryan go, and waited for a minute before he gingerly pulled out a cell phone; far too new and expensive to be his, probably given to him for a specific reason. The man pressed speed dial, and waited patiently as it connected.
"Kiev here."
"I spotted him; North of the Glue Factory."
"Can you confirm it was him?"
"Does a bear gak in the woods?"
"...Yes?"
By now the rain was falling so heavily that it was literally making tracking someone impossible, indeed, almost all smell seemed to have been eradicated, leaving an essentially void area. It was disconcerting, to say the least, as Ryan had grown up his entire life in the presence of a heightened sense of things, having sight rendered almost useless up to 3 feet ahead of him, having his sense of smell blocked by water, and having hearing effected by the sound of clattering raindrops bouncing off of metal made Ryan feel overly vulnerable. Without thinking, Ryan had already changed, his clothes tearing away and thick matted fur replacing them as covering for his scarred body. Feeling more safe in his own skin, Ryan fell onto all fours, his nose lower to the ground. After a few brief snuffles, a feint smell of wolf was picked up, and Ryan was back on track.
The rain abated slightly, and visibility was increased to such that Ryan was aware of where he was. On a small overgrown field nearby the motel. It was almost fate that he returned here, he mused, as the trail turned out dead again. With a sigh, he csat on his haunches, and looked around the clearing, searching for any physical signs of whom he was looking for.
Andy sat in the local arcade, playing a quick game of Galaga while waiting for his contact to show up. He was supposed to be meeting another wolf who had betrayed his own kind to help the network in exchange for a life free from hunter interference. The beeps and 8-bit graphics were a trip through nostalgia for the hunter, unfortunately the rapid rate at which he was going through his quarters was also another reminder of his child hood.
"Oh come on!" Andy slammed his fist against the console as "Game Over" popped up on the screen. "Fethin quarter eating machine, I'll destroy you!" Andy shouted and then realized that people were staring at him, "I was talking to the bad guys in the game." he pointed as a mother grabbed her son and shook her head.
Andy turned around to see a slender figure coming in from the rain outside, "You must be Bruss." the voice asked.
"How would you know Ms..." Andy asked.
"The network told me my connection was an agry person," she replied, "the name is Lapis."
"So Ms. Lapis, what information can you give me concerning the presence of a Ryan O'Brian?" Andy showed her to a seat.
"You hunters always assume we wolves automatically know each other..." she sighed.
" Do you know where Ryan is?" Andy asked.
"Yes."
"Then I guess your argument is lacking proof." Andy picked up a soda and began to drink it.
"I guess it is..." Lapis smiled and shook her head, "Well, back to Ryan. All I can say is that he's in Midway."
"Midway, isn't that awfully far?" Andy rubbed his chin trying to imagine a map of islands in the Pacific.
"He's closer than you think, now to the part the network offered me." the she-wolf's smile grew wider.
"Alright," Andy reached into his back pocket and handed her a map and a list along with plane tickets, "you're going to Minnesota. The network protects every human, although we do allow certain informants free reign to eat certain types of people."
"Like criminals?" Lapis asked.
"No like people who hang out and write 'books' in Starbucks, players for the Vikings, and... wait a second." Andy looked at the paper and saw a hand written attachment to the list.
Andy turned around and saw a Pac-Man machine with the Midway logo on the side, "Do you have a quarter I can use?".
"Uh, sure..." Lapis looked confused as she handed him a quarter.
"Thanks..." Andy got up and put a quarter into the machine, as the game began screams came from the machine as Ryan was shocked by the wires inside. Suddenly Ryan's head smashed through the screen and Andy shoved the paper with the list on it in his face. "What the hell Ryan, why did you scrawl my name on this list?"
"To get back at you, you idiot." Ryan began to transform as Andy reached behind the machine and pulled the plug from it. "What, wait, NOOOOOOOOoooooo!" Ryan shouted as he began to turn into 8-bit and disappear.
"That's that." Andy clapped his hands together and returned to the table with Lapis.
"So you're not on the list?" Lapis asked.
"No I'm not on the list for Christ's sake." Andy ripped the bottom part of the list from the rest.
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Ryan bounded through the neon light halls as he was being chased. The pellets in front of him were absorbed into his skin as he passed them, the large pellet ahead yearned to be absorbed to give him power to defeat the phantom foes he was set against. As he approached the pellet he picked up speed before suddenly reversing direction. A pink ghost was now ahead of him and Ryan's face betrayed his fear as he hurtled towards the ghost that menaced to devour him.
"No, no, no!" Ryan's voice faded as the ghost tore him limb from limb. Then everything went black and he was sat in the same place he was when the last chase started."This can't be," Ryan cried, "this can't be."
"Oh it sure is," Andy said while he held the joystick, "I'm in charge now Ryan and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
At that moment Andy's soda spilled and caused the machine to crash and shoot sparks. The screen flashed black and the smell of burned fur filled the air. Andy felt something tapping on his back, he turned only to have a hairy paw hold him against the wall.
"How many times Andy, how many times did you make me die?" Ryan asked as he lifted his other paw and began to extend his claws.
"Uhm twice?" Andy tried to smile politely.
"Try 107 times buddy." Ryan said as he pulled his clawed paw back to finish him off.
"Not the face!" Andy shouted as Ryan's deflected at the last second and his claws punched into the wall next to Andy's head.
"What the hell!" Ryan said in disbelief as he continued to try to pummel Andy, his claws unable to reach their destination. Andy began to chuckle, "What's so funny?"
"God Mode biatch!" Andy said as he flicked Ryan in the nose, stunning him instantly.
"A cheat code, you bastard." Ryan breathed out.
"And don't you forget it." Andy smiled as he left the arcade.
Andy returned his focus to the real world to see Ryan staring him in the face, claws ready to go through his skull.
"God mode!" Andy yelled out before Ryan ended his life.
"There's no cheat code for life, remember that kids." Ryan snarled as he jumped onto a panda and gave a thumbs up to the camera. With a kick to the side the panda roared and his feet turned into jet engines, lifting off towards the sky and causing over 5,000 dollars of damage to the roof of the arcade as he punched through the support beams. In the sky Ryan saw werewolf Jesus riding a unicorn made out of bacon and the two bro-fisted with so much might that all of the world's vampires exploded into confetti and Snickers, Irn Bru poured from the sky as God cried at the awesome display of brotherhood, nay awesomehood.
In the arcade Miranda found a beaten Andy and pulled him from the wall.
"Am I going to turn into a werewolf?" Andy asked Miranda, "I feel funny."
Soon Andy sprawled onto the floor and began to spasm as he grew fur. He lifted his head to the sky and roared, Miranda stepped backwards in fear and stared at the monster Andy had become, "My god... you-you're a..." she began to laugh.
"What, what?" Andy looked at himself in a mirror, "You gotta be fething kidding me, I'm a werepeep?"
"That's what happens when you consume so much sugar and get attacked by a werewolf." Miranda continued to laugh at the yellow, sugar-coated creature in front of her, "Hey, let's stick you in a microwave and see if you pop like a peep!"
"Shut up Miranda, you're not helping!"
"What are you going to do, get stuck in a giant Easter Basket? Oh no, its a giant marshmallow!"
"Shut up Miranda!"
"Hey Andy, Ghostbusters called, they want their Stay-Puft idea back." she was howling in laughter.
With that Andy ran off into the rain and melted, because rain melts sugar.
Had an amazingly busy day at work, didn't get home until near 8:00 PM last night ( That's a 13 hour day boys and girls).
I had planed to eat and then post up the event...but feel asleep on my couch.
It is now 3:00 AM ( my time)...so I'll be going back to sleep...for a few more hours, but I absolutely promise the event will be posted up today.
FITZZ wrote: Had an amazingly busy day at work, didn't get home until near 8:00 PM last night ( That's a 13 hour day boys and girls).
I had planed to eat and then post up the event...but feel asleep on my couch.
It is now 3:00 AM ( my time)...so I'll be going back to sleep...for a few more hours, but I absolutely promise the event will be posted up today.
Take the day off Fitzz, I think we can wait a tad bit longer. I know what its like to go for 12 hours straight and I don't do anything the following day, unless they tell me I have to work the next day in which case I fall asleep standing up.
Thanks for the understanding everyone, things are moving a bit smoother today, and with a bit of luck I should be able to get off a bit early .
Problem was a customer who's car arrived yesterday morning who insisted (yes insisted) it be reapaired by this afternoon, hence the late night last night.
Well, it was finished by noon today, and if the bastard (who's in the front office as I type) is satisfied ...then I'll be taking the rest of the day off.
EDIT:...As a side note, I now have placed Shadrach Mustangs among my top 10 most hated cars.
Oh I see no stereotype forming in my head of the type of guy who would drive that and demand a quick repair... no not at all! I may know nothing about cars but I know what I like and the lines on those things bodywork just makes me think its a glorified version of this...
If the lines are not right it doesn't matter what you put on the car it will still look terrible! *pimped ford fiesta rage*
..my apologies to anyone who likes either car its just a personal choice thing.
Chowderhead wrote:Look, I'm in the "Holy gak, it can tow WHAT?!?!" class of car.
Meaning I want (and will soon own) one of these:
Theres something about the thought of driving that into a mom and baby parking space at Tescos that just makes me grin endlessly! (I know it would probly take up all of them but its the thought...)
In the words of the late William Wallace...FREEDOM!!!...
...Got that pain in the backside taken care of and slipped out the shop ( with the bosses blessing), now for a beer and a review of everything written and I'll write up the event intro...
Also,Aurelia, your imagined "stereotype" of the cars owner probably wasn't to far of from the way he actually was..concieted,overbearing,trust fund type...basicly a spoiled child in an adults body, sadly I deal with that sort on a daily basis.
It never ceases to amuse me that these rich kid " tough guys"...with their "Tough guy" cars are some of the biggest sniveling,whining, cry babies I've ever encountered..
Dez stood trembling against the far wall of the room, his eyes drifting from Carl to the wounded Kes.
For a moment, the young man simply wanted to bolt from the house and run into the night...his anger and frustrations overwhelming...his long lost Rachel was now gone...dead, Vegas, who he thought would care for Rachel had allowed her to die...and then attempted to kill him as well.
...And now this, Kes was badly injured...perhaps dying herself....and Carl...whom Dez had trusted and believed in...had been keeping so much hidden.
" Dez" Listen " Carl said " We should get out of here soon..those wolves we tangled with back in the alley...they're expert trackers...they'll find us."
Dez glared at the man " Yes...I'd imagine a Pure Blood and his son would make a nice catch for them" his voice dripping with acusation.
" I was only trying to protect you.." Carl said " Can't you see that..?"
Dez said nothing, walking over to attend to the wounded Kes.
Outside, Andy moved quietly towards the house...weapons at the ready, he glanced quickly towards his fellow Hunters..
Miranda was off to his right, moving to support him..a look of grim determination in her eyes..
Off to his left Vegas moved like a cat, creeping slyly to a rear window, shotgun in hand as Sven slowly crept along near her.
" We breach the door." Andy whispered to Miranda, who nodded...
" Hit hard and fast" Andy continued..." We can't afford to slip up here."
Again Miranda nodded at Bruss, fliping the safety off of her weapon as she neared the houses front door...
Andy quickly moved to the door and nodded towards Vegas...the woman crouched low and prepared to strike.
" Now" Andy motioned...
In the distance...cold eyes watched as the Hunters moved in.
afetr over 7 and a half fething hours I finally have the internet working and jury-rigged to hell. (Andy would be proud of it)
On the road
Two bikes roared through the centre of Prague, through the Jewish sector and past the old Town tour, toursits scattering and baristos stumbling to get out their way. Over Charles Bridge and past the NAtional Museum and down Wencelas Square. Flying past the Jindrisska Tower, the Klementinum and the St. Jilji Church with the Lobkowicz Palace towering over head. Two blurs that no one caught a true sight of in the night, haring it down the so called Golden Lane. All the time th riders never once wobbled or looked out of control, never losing their cool or hitting somebody. Skillfully dodging every pedestrian that came near. they finally slowed when they entered the heart of the Mala Strana. Now they went Ponderously, slowly looking at everything that surrounded them, almost as though the were looking for someone or something. Finally one of them stopped, their companiion stopped with almost supernatural reflexes. The first rider pointed at three tourists who were quite evidently lost. They pulled their bikes to the side and dismounted,
That our snack?
Aye, the woman there looks quite shacled by something, could be us, they could be a lucan. Tread Carefully
Swaggering over to the tourists Vukojevic put on his strongest Czech accent;
excuse me but you look lost, I know a short cut back to Wencelas Square where you find your way back to where you are staying
But what about your bike?, one of the torusits asked
Its a good neighbourhood, it won't get stolen.
As Vukojevic ushered them into a an alleyway, Suzie slid out her dagger and pistol.
Sayonara Feth heads
The gunshot echoed and rolled around the alleyway, roosting birds took flight and children ran. One the tourist jerked forward as if a hook had caught th eback of his head and dragged him forward several feet before letting him go. His face smashed into the paving stones his companions covered in blood and residue. One tried to scream but caught by Vukojevic's punch, he flew into the wall and with a renching crunch landed on the ground; his back twisted and poking out from under his shirt. The woman didn't scream, she barely flinched to the sound of her companion's demise. Vuko spun her around to try and break her nose with his next punch, he never got to throw it. when she turned aorund her face was distorted by face and complety feral and hairy.
gak, lycan
She threw a fist at vukojevic's head, only his instincts saved him put he still got cartwheeled back about 6 yards away, his helmet lay shattered to his limp form. despite his vision fading he saw the now fully formed werewolf charge at suzie, it was terrifing, he balcked out
Suzie fired a shot at the nearing bulk of flesh, muscle and hair before ducking and rolling to her right. Firing another shot into the mass. It screamed, not a natural scream but that of a daemon, it ringed around the ears and seemed to last an enterity and yet it didn't exist all at once. Seeing her chance Suzie leapt at the beast as it bulldozed past. She plunged her dagger into the monster's flank and was subject to hearing the howl once again. Naturally trying to avoid it she fell off the beast, who swept blindly at her. Suzie felt the claws plunge into her flesh as they opend three red cuts across her belly. Spun to the ground by the impact she looked up to see the wolf trying to rip free her blade, flailing madly. Jumping on the back of it spurred on by the andrenialn she put leveld her gun and fired three times at it's head. The beast jerked throwing Suzie clear in it's death spasms as it finally collapsed, dead.
Going over to the body Suzie wrenched free her blade the tip of it snapping free inside the naked body of a youthful american girl, to make sure she plunged her knife into her forehead of the girl. The she dragged Vukojevic's unconsconsius form nect the the body of the tourist with the boken back before staggering over to the third tourists body to feed.
Once both she and Vuko had fed and disposed of their helmets she grabbed some of the rags that had once been the girl's clothes on tied them around her stomach as makeshift bandages.
Strange how we see thmas monsters but they are just like us, except they wear their beast for all to see yet we hide ours.
Lets get going, comeon
As they mounted their bikes Suzie couldn't help feel remorse, how many lives now had been forfeited becasue of her., it was too many.
Less than an hour later they arrived at a massive old house, they could feel their sin craw with the dark energy that had manifested itself in the wicked place before them. And they were expected, three robed forms were looking directly at them.
... Lukos sat quietly in the passenger seat of the black SUV as it quickly moved through the streets of Prague, he'd opted to seek out the male Pure Blood who'd avoided Jarin himself...and had finally located their hideout..
" Where getting closer sir" The wolf in the drivers seat spoke lowly...another few kilometers...
Lukos nodded and addressed the three wolves who road with him..." I want the Pure Blood male taken alive...anyone else who's with him...or who interferes with our actions...kill them"
" Understood Sir" the trio of wolves responded in unison.
The Wolf behind the wheel hit the breaks of the SUV as the vehicle almost struck another car coming through the intersection, for a moment Lukos locked eyes with the driver of the other vehicle...the desire to leap from his seat and maul the passengers of the vehicle palpitable...but, he had more urgent matters to attend to...he spared the driver of the offending vehicle a parting glare as his SUV sped off.
Joker sat staring at the passenger of the SUV he'd almost t-boned, unreality washing over him..." Holy gak" he muttered as the SUV pulled away..
" What...what is it?" Jack asked from the pasenger seat.
Joker quickly pulled out and begin following the SUV, insuring he stayed far enough behind not to be noticed..
" Do you know who that fething was..?" Joker said , almost jubilently..
" Should I..?" Repleied Jack...
" That was Lukos..." Joker said with a grin..
" Who...?" Jack said with some frustration..
" You never read the Network files do you?" Joker sighed.." Lukos...Natasha's right hand wolf...her General."
" Natasha..?...You mean the Werewolf Queen?" Jack exclaimed...
" The one and only.." Joker nodded, a smile crossing his face..
" ANd you want to follow them?" Jack asked nervously..
" I not only want to follow them" Joker smiled " If were lucky we'll take down a major Wolf tonight.."
" Huh?" Ace said rowsing from his nap in the back..
" Load up." Joker said " Silver rounds.."
The Hunters stayed close, watching until the Black SUV came to a halt...a moment later four shadows emerged from the vehicle , ducking low and observing some activity a bit further down the street.
" We stop here" Joker said, pulling to the curve and leaping out,weapons in hand.
" Why did they stop.?" Jack asked as he and Ace climbed from the car, readying their weapons as well..
" Don't know.." Replied Joker, " Looks like somethings going on at that house over there that's got them pretty interested.."
" SO what now..?" Jack asked crouching behind the car..
Joker turned to him and smiled..." Just follow my lead.."
Chowderhead wrote:Chowderhead waits in anticipation to see who the outsider in the event will be.
Also, when will the event be?
Event will be when I get all PMs in...
Also, as everyone can see....more Characters have arrived at the "Event"...
To Avoid confusion...darksage's characters will only be able to interact with Lukos and his wolves for the first wave of the event (and vice versa)...however , when part ll occurs..and there will be a part ll , all PCs will be able to ineract with whomever they choose.
WARORK93 wrote:Looks we got ourselves a royal rumble on our hands...
Speaking of which, will be posting something soon....not sure what exactly yet though...
...Yes...due to making you guys wait for so long, I've opted to have a pretty large "knock down drag out" event...lots of PC's involved...plus some NPCs as well...this should be a big 'un. ...multi-part mayhem.
Did my previous PMs count towards this event or do I need to send another?
Great day today, 21st birthday and all; ate out at a chinese buffet for dinner, world's longest lunar eclipse tonight, Boston beat Vancouver in the Stanly Cup, the beginning of a series of awesome events, and more importantly the fethed up mind that is halonachos was created on this day.
BTW, so totally did not get wasted today but I did buy a revolver.
(Wow its late, oh well, for some reason I get all my best ideas when I'm half asleep )
The heavens opened and the threatening clouds began to pour on their heads. Harlow pulled his shroud up over his face to ward off the wind and water and pulled his hat down as another deterrent. Darkness had descended on the wooded area outside the city and the shadows crept along the fringes of Harlow's headlights ominously. The eeriness of the area was only amplified by the sudden flashes of silent lightning that rolled in the clouds. It was nights like these that gritted Harlow's teeth. He'd endured so much, and for what? To live an existence of solitude, no joy, no peace, only misery, only rage.
Almost without knowing it, Harlow had ramped the throttle on the bike, taking it close to its top speed, heedless of his follower. In almost no time, the soft lights of the town Ryan had spoke of were visible up ahead. Harlow saw a sign at the entrance of the town, near the side of the road which declared it as Hluboká Dřevo, it also had something scrawled on it in red spray paint that looked close to blood in color. The crude message said "Beware of Rawhead", great Harlow hadn't even seen this fairy tale and apparently it was already around. Harlow concentrated on the town houses in front of him, he could see lamps and other lights from the windows. All was silent except the wind, nothing stirred, nothing moved along the streets. If the lights weren't there, Harlow would have figured this town for dead. Harlow could make out bolted shutters and even a few make shift barricades. This wasn't any old country town, it looked like it was under siege...
Harlow barely noticed the black van pull up next to him. The silhouette of Holly in the window caught his attention.
"This is the place, what now?" She asked, voice raised over the wind and rain.
"Shelter from this." Harlow said, his eyes still searching the town.
"No gak, where?" The annoyed she wolf asked pointedly. Harlow again barely noticed the question, despite the rain he was picking up a scent. It was that of burning wood, to the east, yes, right there on the edge of town was a small stack of grey smoke partially visible against the sky and illuminated by the constant rolls of lightning. Harlow revved his engine back up and indicated the direction of the scent.
"This way, I've got an idea."
So they continued to ride and got slightly farther away from the soft lights of the town, till the scent of burning wood became strong. There, Harlow saw it in a clearing in the wood, a house with a large brick chimney venting smoke into the air. A window near the front door exhumed a flickering orange light which indicated a fireplace inside. Harlow parked his bike in front of it and turned off the light, not a thing stirred, no person came to the door as he mihgt of expected. Harlow sat there looking at it in the rain. Behind him, the van pulled up and also shut itself down.
"You couldn't have picked a place in town? You know, somewhere more comfortable?" Holly called. Harlow was becoming more annoyed at her nagging in his dark mood.
"Its a roof aint it? You really want to parade around the town there were hunters at just two days ago, be my fethin guest." Harlow spat back. He continued to look at the house, his glare unceasing for long moments.
"Wait here." He announced and unsaddled from his bike, drawing one of his pistols in one quick movement. Harlow approached the door while the other two in the van watched. Slowly, he opened the door and half stepped inside. After a moment, Harlow stepped back outside and holstered his pistol, waving for the other two to come inside.
The house was actually just a large one room cabin, there was an empty fridge in the corner, a battered sink, a stove and oven, a small table and two chairs on one side. On the other were two beds, another coffee table with a small TV, and the glowing fireplace. Someone had been here, recently, this place belonged to somebody. Harlow walked in and threw his stuff next to one of the beds. He wondered who would have left a fire going and just walked out into the rain. The answer came to him in the form of a scent, one that he was quite familiar with...
Blood...human blood. Harlow looked down, the rug was drenched with it, a trail led to the door, Harlow followed it and crouched to get a better look as the other two walked in from the rain.
"The owner's not here?" Holly asked, it was more of a rhetoric question meant to express surprise but Harlow took it a face value.
"No, because they're probably dead." He said standing up with blood dabbed on his fingers where he had tested its scent. Harlow pulled up his duster and looked back out the door while the other two came in and got a good look at the place. Harlow could see that the rain was starting to let up, the hard pour now becoming a fast drizzle over the course of several minutes since they had entered the town. The blood trail ended cold where it had been washed away by the rain outside.
"Stay here." Harlow said in a tone which brokered no argument. "I'll be back soon."
With that Harlow stepped outside, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and shutting the door behind him.
"Since when did he start giving orders?" Holly asked after the door had shut.
"Just now apparently" Lisa retorted humorlessly and sat on one of the beds. Holly sat on the other one across from her and for a few moments the two sat in silence. Then something got Holly's attention, it was Harlow's bag, he had left it next to the bed. With a look of curiosity, Holly opened the bag and began snooping through it.
"What are you doing?" Lisa asked her
"Research." Holly said definitively. In Harlow's bag she found ammunition, silver bullets and regular hard rounds, shotgun shells, rifle rounds and pistol caps, all assorted nicely. Next to that were bundles of Euros, thousands and thousands of them in neat stacks.
"Feth, this guy is loaded." Holly remarked softly. Next were the clothes, but under that was a large brown folder, thick with assorted papers. Holly took it out and opened it, noticing Lisa's look of unease. Holly went through the papers quietly. Several of them appeared to be dossiers of different people, a few of them were of Harlow. It seemed that most of them were government files as many parts of them were crossed through with black censor bars. There were passports, several different ones. all stamped for various locations around the world.
"Man, this guy has been around the block. Mexico, France, Germany, Britain, Italy, the Balkans, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Russia, China, Korea, all over the world..." She continued flipping through them until she came to some very old parchment, one was an old wanted poster that looked like it came from two centuries before, the next was a newspaper article from the "Dry Creek Journal" Detailing a story about a new sheriff or something. But what was more interesting was the picture. Two men were on it, both dressed like cowboys on the Hollywood screen, the man on the left, was obviously Harlow.
"Holy feth." Holly exclaimed under her breath. The exclamation made Lisa look up and Holly handed her the paper.
"Whats so surprising?" Lisa asked, her mind numbed by fatigue.
"Look at the date." Holly said.
"May sixteenth..." Lisa began. "Eighteen seventy?" She asked in wonder. Holly continued to look down at the papers, her astonishment growing as she studied them. Some of the government files seemed to detail certain military operations, some of them were statements on certain things that Harlow was involved in, thought to be a part of, or suspected to have been present at the time of. There were records detailing actions in Bosnia, Chechnya, some central part of Africa...
One file got her attention, specifically because there was what appeared to be a map included. The file's heading read something about an operation called "Tiger Hound" in some place in southeast Asia as far as she could tell. The file was headed with the partially censored date of 1969...
Sounds of a struggle, faint snarling, screaming, and then silence came from outside the walls of the house. Holly quickly packed everything the way she had found it and stood up to head towards the door. The both of them could hear someone outside coming towards the door. Footsteps echoed in the slight rain outside, and the door to the cabin opened to reveal a dark figure in the shadow of the night outside.
Harlow stepped in, carrying one bundle over his shoulder which he swung around and dropped on the table next to him, the two others saw that it was a pair of rabbits, obviously dead. The other bundle Harlow held in his hand as he stood there, soaking wet, with a menacing aura about him, was much larger, gashed, and dripping blood onto Harlow's hand and the floor, adding to the other already on the floor. Harlow tossed it onto the already bloody rug and it sprawled out lifelessly. It was a human body, its throat had been torn out and its eyes were glassy and lifeless and pale as its skin.
Holly looked from the wickedly angered look in Harlow's face and the brutally slaughtered cadaver in front of her, not exactly sure which surprised her the most.
"Whats this?" She asked, her surprise evident.
"Its whats for dinner." Harlow answered.
(That should get some suspense flowing, start some questions being asked.....rest assured those will be answered..........maybe............mwahahahahahaha )
Happy birthday Halo! On an unrelated note, I'm gonna be out of town this weekend starting today. I'll still have access to a computer but don't expect me to be as active...
More RP to come later; I've have to take a break for the moment from typing, so just a short one this time.
IC: Two weeks ago - New Orleans
Hugo Leon Moreau flipped the dime across his knuckles and sat back in his favorite, battered leather chair, a satisfied grin on his lips. He'd managed to make a pretty buck this week: a few more months of skimming off exotic goods from his boss' imports and he'd have enough cash to finally get Leona that sweet paint job he'd promised her. He gazed over at the 1974 Javelin with pride; extending his living room into the garage had been the bext thing he'd ever done. Flipping the dime up into the air he kicked the chair back into recline and caught it in his other hand, feeling pretty pleased with himself. The smell of old-style Creole gumbo drifted into the room from the kitchen as he reached for the remote to huge plasma on the wall opposite: the familiar sounds of his girlfriend's eccentric cooking style made him grin all the more.
"It ready yet Anamari? Your man needs his dinner!"
"Perfection takes time, you know that! Stop hassling me when I do this or I won't cook at all when I come over." Came the purring reply.
Hugo grinned again: a part time girl with no hint of commitment mentioned. Damn she was near perfect. He would have taken her to his Mom had she been alive to meet her. He mused for a moment over whether he should start taking it more seriously, the guys at work were jealous after all. How a downtown boy like him had managed to bag an African goddess like her they'd never know; sure she only ever hung on his arm a couple of times a week but the perks were worth it! The only thing that bothered him was the crazy link his girl seemed to have to an old voodoo witch. The weird requests had ranged from fairly easy to lift, some plant or another, to the freakish, like the horseshoe crab blood he'd had to get last time. It'd been hard enough to get one of those things out of its container without being seen, let alone get blood from the thing. He met up with the guys for drinks as usual afterwards: sure it was a risk to leave blood in his car for a couple of hours but it had been worth the pay and the gratitude from Anamari. He smiked and flicked his dime upwards, it didn't come back down.
"Time for food, handsome man."
His goddess was smiling down at him, beautiful facial marks and all; dime in one hand, a big bowl of gumbo in the other. She slipped round next to him and put the steaming hot bowl on his lap.
"Yeeowch! Damn it woman, you tryin' to burn my manhood off?"
Hugo lifted the bowl, grabbed the tray he kept down next to his chair and slapped her thigh with it sharply. She let out a surprized yelp of pain which he ignored, sat the tray and bowl on his lap and started to eat.
"At least you made good food."
Rubbing the stinging area of her thigh and pocketing the coin, Anamari walked painfully back towards the kitchen.
"Oh I make the best, sugar."
She had managed to clear up in record time when she returned to the living room. Grasping Hugo's prized, 'personalised' car keys she strode up next to his chair.
"We're going for a drive hun'. Hope thats okay?"
Anamari looked down at the chair: her boyfriend was slumped down in his seat, drool dripping from his mouth and a half eaten bowl of gumbo on his lap. She flipped the tray over and the still hot food poured into his lap; he twitched but otherwise didn't move. She laughed.
Resting his hands upon the balcony, the Roman watched as stars lived and died with each passing second, their brief existence barely worth his notice. He smiled thinly, his pale features twisting into a semblance of mirth as he supped upon the fruits of his labor. The 'Network', mewling meat animals who thought they could topple an empire older than their race. They deserved nothing but his contempt, they did however provide amusing playthings and pawns in the Great Work. The Kindred could consign the Network to oblivion overnight if they so wished, but where was the challenge in that? It is much more fulfilling to use them as unwitting servants of the Kindred, taking the fight to their foes while the vampires watched on in amusement. Pontius had done this countless times before, meticulously picking apart Network bands with carefully crafted lies and untruths. His time as Prince of Empire City had allowed him to strangle the Cattle without lifting a finger, burning the city to the ground simply because it was within his power. However, the Network proved a wonderful distraction to the fledglings and neonates, weeding out the weak and the stupid, keeping the bloodline pure. Now, Cain had returned. Pontius had little doubt that the Sanguinor would see the spine of the Network snapped like so much dry tinder when the time came. The thought brought a smile to the Roman's face. Leaving the observatory, Pontius stepped into the soul-warping confines of the endless halls of the Crooked House, walking among the thousand thousand doors that lines the walls. As one, the doors opened, revealing skulking things that leered at the Ancient, cowed by his presence, the things prostrated themselves in prayer, gibbering in tongues not meant for the ears of Man. The droning incantations led him down the halls, showing him which doors were safe to enter. Pushing aside a door of stitched and shrieking faces, Pontius found himself in a chamber made of impossible angles and non-Euclidean shapes, each threatening to rip his mind from his Corpus and enact dark and terrible mysteries upon it. Great and terrible things rutted in empty space, birthing new and horrible spawn that swam off through the infinite void that held the chamber. A mouth that was not a mouth yawned from the stomach of a headless man that was not a man, it's words twisted and vile to hear.
"Hail, King of Pestilence, Lord of Lies, Prophet of Maggots, Sire of Corruption, the Vile Hand of the Red King. We see you as you are, veins alight with stolen Vitae. It is how it should be. Childe of Brutus, what demands do you make of the Maw of Nulthaakk?"
The vampire stepped to the gargantuan cushion upon which the atrocity sat, and he spoke; "Hail, Eater of Kings, Gate, Gatekeeper, and Guardian. I see you as you are, Corpus festering with the black souls of a thousand false martyrs. It is how it should be. I demand thus of the Maw of Nulthaakk; I wish to travel beyond the feeble bonds of reality, to eat the dreams of my enemies as the One Upon the Black Pillar consumes death. I wish my reign to last beyond time, beyond the final exhalation of rotten breath from a corpse, to shape and twist, to hold all under my yoke."
The Maw gaped open, revealing the star-scattered void within. "Then enter, Kindred, and receive the gifts of the Unseen."
Pontius leapt within, falling into the darkness for what seemed like an eternity, bearing witness to the rise and fall of a million empires. He saw the lizard race construct temples of red stone upon the verdant surface of Lemuria. He saw Atlanteans fall beneath the waves as their dark fish gods supped upon their souls. He saw Leng in it's awful glory, the great infant feasts of yore held in great palaces within mountains. He saw the people of Leng devoured by monstrous seven-legged spiders that drank deep of their innards. He saw worlds born. He saw worlds die. He saw all, and far more.
" Listen Carl" Dez said flatly " I don't really want to discus anything just now...I just want to see that Kes is ok."
Carl nodded, his face tight " Of course..I understand..I just..." The man froze..." Dez...get down!! " Carl yelled as the side window exploded inwards and the room was filled with a loud bang and a blinding light.
Dez staggered backwards...his senses swimming from the concusion of the flash bang grenade that had crashed through the window...as he fought to regain focus he saw a blured figure leap through the shattered window...
and though Dez could not clearly see who the invader was....the scent in the air gave way their identity...
" Vegas.." Dez snarled...his hand falling on the pistol slung inside his coat.
" God Damn it!!" Musater yelled from the rear of the SWAT van hidden in the alley across from the flat...." Fething Hunters are moving on them!!...GO!!...GO!!"
The vehicles driver slammed the van into reverse and floored the acelerator,..at break neck speed the vehicle jumped the curve and headed straight for the far wall of the house...
" Go through the wall!!" Musater yelled to the driver,bracing for the impact.
Andy and Miranda hit the front door simultaniously, entering the room together...quickly crouching low into firing possistion, they spotted Carl as he drew a pistol from his jacket...
" Drop it!!" Andy yelled as he brought his weapon sights to bear on the man...
Vegas spun as she entered through the window, seeing Dez staggering backwards..blinded by the flash bang grenade,she lifted her sawed off...this time she had him.
A snarl from her right broke her concentration on Dez, quickly she glanced over as a blood covered female began to raise up from the dirty cot on which she'd been laid...her features twisting as she began the transformation to beast..
Quickly Vegas adjusted her aim,swinging the weapon from Dez to the drooling she wolf...The Hunters eyes blazed with hate ...a small tight smile on her face..
" Go to hell bitch.." she whispered as she pulled both triggers of the shotgun obliterating the skull of the she-wolf in a hail of silver...
" Kes!!!" Dez screamed drawing his pistol and firing on Vegas, a round punching through the woman's side, tossing her against the wall...
" I trusted you!!!" Dez screamed,shaking his head to clear his vision..." You let Rachel die!!...you tried to kill me...now this!!!..." Dez raised his weapon, the sights fixing on Vegas head...his finger tightening on the trigger..
" Your dead ..." Dez said softly.
A bright flash filled the room as Dez was pitched violently upward, the shot from his pistol intended for Vegas going wild as Sven blasted him with a bolt of pure energy...sending the man crashing into a far wall.
Vegas looked over at Sven as he crawled into the window she'd come through, looking at he with concern..
" Thanks.." Vegas muttered through blood slicked lips...
" Vegas!!" Miranda yelled seeing the woman go down...she stepped forward as Carl fired at the same instant Dez was struck by the powerful bolt ...Carl's shot tearing through Miranda's leg..
" Damn It!!" shouted Andy..open fire on Carl, who quickly dove for cover...
" Miranda!!'''you ok?" Bruss shouted...
" No.." The Hunter replied through gritted teeth, he hand clamped around the pouring wound..
" I'll get you clear.." ANdy started to say when the far wall exploded...
" Take the Pure Blood!!" Musater yelled as the van doors swung open and he and a small SWAT team emerged into the floating debris from the rear of the van..
Andy didn't know who these guys were...but he wasn't going to lose the Pure Blood to them...he opened fire, striking one of the Swat team members in the leg...
The man went down screaming as Musater dodged behind the vehicle..." Kill them!!" he Yelled as his ghoul followed him...
Carl spun as the vehicle entered the room, sending debris flying like shrapnel...he crouched near Dez as the SWAT team and the Hunters exchanged fire..
" We have to get out of here!!" he yelled at Dez, trying to pull the wolf to his feet..." We have to.."
" That's him..!" Musater bellowed, pointing at Carl..." Tranquilizers NOW!!"...
Carl gasped as three darts delivering powerful sedatives pierced his flesh...his eyes fixed with Dez as the young man began to stand..." Get out of here Dez " he slurred as the drugs took affect..." Run.."
Andy watched as the SWAT members fired at the Pure Blood..." Tranqs." He thought.." They're trying to capture him.."
" Sven!!" Andy yelled..." Blast the van!!"..
Quickly Sven unleashed another powerfull bolt into the interior of the SWAT van...incenirating the inside along with an unfortunate member of Musater's team.
As the smoke cleared, Musater peeked from around the smouldering vehicle..." You people are starting to piss me off." He said,an evil shine in his eyes as he raised his pistol and fired.
Sven yelped in pain as the bullet struck his shoulder and knocked him to the floor next to Vegas...
" Hurts doesn't it" Vegas smiled through a mouthful of blood as she slammed two fresh shells into her shotgun...
As the Flat erupted in the sounds of combat, a block down the street Lukos spun in the direction of the sounds..." Some one is after the Pure Blood." He roared.
" Musater?" One of his wolf's speculated.
" Perhaps...but let's get down there...it sounds like things are going badly.." Lukos said moving for the SUV..
The report of a rifle echoed out and Lukos was thrown back into the street...a gapping hole in his stomach...
" More Hunters!!...It's got to be.." He roared..fighting his way to his feet as the trio of wolves with him drew their weapons...
" There!!" The largest wolf yelled pointing..
From across the street the muzzle flashes of weapons strobed ...there roar filling the night.
" I tagged that bastard!" Joker shouted as Ace and Jack opened fire...
" Somethings going on in that house..!" Jack shouted taking cover..
" I saw ..I saw" Joker yelled firing over the hood of the car..
Lukos coughed, a gout of blood splashing to the street..as he dug the silver slug out of his guts..
" Berel...with me" He shouted at the Big wolf " You two...hold those bastards here..!!"
With that Lukos and the big wolf rushed for the house were a pitched battle seemed to be taking place...
" They're spliting up..!" Jack yelled as a bullet ricochete near his head..
" I see that." Joker yelled as he fired and dropped one of the wolves across the street...
The second wolf dove into the SUV and sped off, following Lukos and his companion to the house..
" C'mon" Joker yelled..leaping to his feet..." Let's get down there fast..."
Chowderhead wrote:Am I the only one to notice how FITZZ is only offline for, like, 3 hours a day?
Are you losing sleep over Dakka, FITZZ? Is there something you need to tell us?
We can send you to D(akka)A(nonymous), and have you take the D12 step program.
That's sort of odd...as I'm hardly ever "On"...I log on sometimes at work, and check up now and again...
And log on at home...but the time on varies...sometimes a few hours...sometimes more...sometimes only briefly...
Though at times I've gone to "log in" and the computer says I already am, even though I haven't been on all day.
halonachos wrote:I just guessed that he saw a zombie and killed it with some rabbits he had just killed and looked at both and said "It'll make a turd."
Ah, sorry, I've been knee deep in shenanigans of late, and haven't really had time. I suppose I'll get an Rp up after I've fixed my car. Where's Fitzz when you need him?!
ghosty wrote:Ah, sorry, I've been knee deep in shenanigans of late, and haven't really had time. I suppose I'll get an Rp up after I've fixed my car. Where's Fitzz when you need him?!
Good to hear from ya ghosty! Darn those shenanigans....
I suppose Fitzz is sleeping, its a quarter after two in the morning stateside, at least where I'm at...
ghosty wrote:Ah, sorry, I've been knee deep in shenanigans of late, and haven't really had time. I suppose I'll get an Rp up after I've fixed my car. Where's Fitzz when you need him?!
Good to hear from ya ghosty! Darn those shenanigans....
I suppose Fitzz is sleeping, its a quarter after two in the morning stateside, at least where I'm at...
ghosty wrote:Ah, sorry, I've been knee deep in shenanigans of late, and haven't really had time. I suppose I'll get an Rp up after I've fixed my car. Where's Fitzz when you need him?!
Good to hear from ya ghosty! Darn those shenanigans....
I suppose Fitzz is sleeping, its a quarter after two in the morning stateside, at least where I'm at...
FITZZ doesn't sleep.
HE WAITS.
That gave me a good laugh Chowder...I always wanted my own B-Horror film "Tag line".
.... Anyway, ridiculously busy day today..
I do have most of the PMs for part ll in though, so...I should (if there all in by the time I get home) have Part II up tonight.
And then another Mustang appears, this time its a Yale graduate who has a silver spoon shoved so far up his but everything tastes metallic. He doesn't believe in tipping for good service either.
halonachos wrote:And then another Mustang appears, this time its a Yale graduate who has a silver spoon shoved so far up his but everything tastes metallic. He doesn't believe in tipping for good service either.
...No Mustangs in yet, but I do have a few BMW's, A Lotus and a Mercedes that need to go pretty soon, most are "finished"...so I'm taking a quick break to down some coffee and " Check inventory".
Just kidding, I have an 06 Taurus that is surprisingly flunky when it comes to small/easy to replace parts like the injection coil. Geeze, its more of a pain than the 01 we used to have.
I had a Taurus back in the early 90's ( well, my second wife did), seemed like I spent a lot of time under that cars hood.
The thing I've noticed about Fords is that they tend to "domino" with problems.
EDIT:...You do know that Ford stands for " Fix Or Repair Daily" right?
FITZZ wrote: I had a Taurus back in the early 90's ( well, my second wife did), seemed like I spent a lot of time under that cars hood.
The thing I've noticed about Fords is that they tend to "domino" with problems.
EDIT:...You do know that Ford stands for " Fix Or Repair Daily" right?
Yeah, but they're usually easy repairs... compared to Chevy's. According to my neighbor they don't break down often but when they do its a hell of a fix.
FITZZ wrote: I had a Taurus back in the early 90's ( well, my second wife did), seemed like I spent a lot of time under that cars hood.
The thing I've noticed about Fords is that they tend to "domino" with problems.
EDIT:...You do know that Ford stands for " Fix Or Repair Daily" right?
Yeah, but they're usually easy repairs... compared to Chevy's. According to my neighbor they don't break down often but when they do its a hell of a fix.
I don't know, I had a Nova ( way back in the days of regular gas) that I hardly ever had any problems with.
Now, it is true that (most) Fords are pretty damn solid...but as your neighbor said,when they do start acting up...it's almost always a big pain in the ass to fix...and then..someting else will flub up on it...then something else...and so on and so on,
It's like once they start to go...they keep "going".
FITZZ wrote: I had a Taurus back in the early 90's ( well, my second wife did), seemed like I spent a lot of time under that cars hood.
The thing I've noticed about Fords is that they tend to "domino" with problems.
EDIT:...You do know that Ford stands for " Fix Or Repair Daily" right?
Yeah, but they're usually easy repairs... compared to Chevy's. According to my neighbor they don't break down often but when they do its a hell of a fix.
I don't know, I had a Nova ( way back in the days of regular gas) that I hardly ever had any problems with.
Now, it is true that (most) Fords are pretty damn solid...but as your neighbor said,when they do start acting up...it's almost always a big pain in the ass to fix...and then..someting else will flub up on it...then something else...and so on and so on,
It's like once they start to go...they keep "going".
Did you know that the Chevy Nova did horribly in Mexico, because in Spanish "No Va" means "No go".
halonachos wrote:Umm... the special once a month gift from mother nature to all of women kind, and no its not flowers because nature forgot her birthday.
Uhm......Her husbands paycheck?
Oh, that.........Sorry not english born....so i miss the finer points now and then.
@ Nachos...
Corona is panther piss...Dos Equis however is pretty good stuff.
@ Kais...
Well...I wouldn't say you "recovered" from Sven's blast...but you are on your feet.
And yes, Vegas does have a punctured lung...
Basicly neither one is in any condition to run a marathon.
....Now, concerning the previous wound Dez recieved, while fighting Jarin and the other wolves...
Though his arm is still fouled up a bit, that wound was healing...so doesn't count against him.
Enough time had passed between encounters to allow for some healing to take place.
Ok, that's about all the " work avoidance" I can get away with for now...back into the fray.
I'll be doing the second part of the event ( of I have all my PMs) when I get home...stay tuned.
"Stay here." Harlow said in a tone which brokered no argument. "I'll be back soon." With that Harlow stepped outside, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and shutting the door behind him.
Something wasn't right here, that was an understatement. The blood was fresh, no more than a day old. With no real trail to follow, Harlow asked himself where he would go after some action. Deeper into the woods was his answer. Harlow pulled up his duster and began his walk into the trees, there was a small trail leading from the cabin deeper into the woods, that was the obvious way through so Harlow followed it.
Quietly, Harlow walked through the woods, a shadow in the darkness, traveling with a purpose. His instincts told him whoever turned the cabin into a slaughterhouse was still close by, possibly hoping to use the cabin for shelter. Harlow breathed deep to try and clear his mind, the sights, the sounds, the smells, the dark trees, the wind, the blood and the mud, they all reminded him of lives long past.
A few minutes of walking brought Harlow into a clearing, his ears perked up as he heard unhidden footsteps sloshing through the mud and crunching twigs on the ground. Scanning the trees, he didn't see anyone but sensed that whoever it was, they were close by. He needed to get out of sight, even though he couldn't see who was coming didn't mean they couldn't see him. Ducking behind a wide tree, Harlow waited silently as the rain continued to fall. Seconds passed, A figure emerged into the clearing carrying a bundle in one hand and quietly cursing the rain. With one peak, Harlow could see the man was younger, thin and lanky, not someone that would be associated with a hand made cabin in the woods. Conclusions jumped into Harlow's mind as he stepped out into the stranger's path, just a few feet in front of him.
"Little late for a walk, not exactly the best conditions either." Harlow said making the guy jump and stand still like a deer in the headlights.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked brusquely.
"There's a cabin back yonder, somebody turned it into a morgue, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?"
"Maybe." the punk said, shifting slightly.
Harlow tried to make out as many features of the guy as he could. Torn clothes, wide eyes, retail boots, chains, not at all country attire. Harlow decided to pull a bluff and hope that would get the guy to talk a little bit, he was curious.
"I'm just wondering, the old guy who lives there is a friend of mine."
"Oh really?" The stranger said with a smirk. "Then you'll be happy to know he's just fine. He was generous enough I suppose."
"Was he now?" Harlow asked, keeping the guy talking.
"Oh yeah, when I came down off that hit, I didn't know where the hell I was. The guy was nice, finding me, and feeding me and all. His place was nice and quiet, and safe enough."
"So tell me, where is he now?" Harlow persisted. The punk laughed, his fee hand came to his hip and pulled out something that glinted in the flashes of lightning.
"Six feet under, just like you're gonna be." With that, the punk lunged with maniac speed and stuck the knife into Harlow's midsection. Harlow grunted and stepped back a little. For a moment nothing happened, the two stood there, the punk's hnad still on the hilt of the dagger imbedded in Harlow's flesh...
A slight flow of laughter came from Harlow as he looked into the astonished punk's face. His eyes were invisible in the darkness until the lightning flashed and then the punk was beholden to two beastly orbs that held his gaze.
"Wrong move, son." Harlow growled, taking hold of the man's wrist and snapping it like a twig. The man screamed and recoiled. Harlow grabbed the knife still in him and tugged it out, looking at the crimson blade. It was a utility knife with a small blade and Harlow just laughed at it as he dropped it.
"That's not a knife." Harlow laughed. "This is." He snarled, pulling out his own broad bladed bowie knife and plunging it into the punk's guts. The stranger gasped audibly, going limp as the blade punctured him. Not in the merciful mood after being stabbed, Harlow grabbed the guy by the throat and shoved him against a tree.
His face was a gnarled grimace as he bared his fangs in anger. With one hand on the guy's throat, Harlow raised his other and huge razor blade claws extended from them. Wounded mortally, the punk could only watch with horror at the thing Harlow had become.
"N-not human..." He whispered.
"What?” Harlow spat.
“Y-your n-not human...”
“No, I haven’t been in a long time.” Harlow said, sadness tinting his voice. He thought about that truth for a moment. And if he was honest, he almost regretted what he was about to do. Harlow quickly quashed those feelings, he was done lying down and taking the gak world threw at him. This was his stand, it started here. With one swipe, the punk’s throat was ripped out and he gurgled slightly before falling to the ground dead. Breathing slowly, Harlow picked up the body and the bundle that he had been carrying, two rabbits, probably something the guy had found from the former cabin owner’s traps, and moved off.
He arrived at the cabin and walked in, setting down the rabbits and tossing the body on the floor. holly looked surprised enough
“Whats this?” She asked.
“Its whats for dinner.” Harlow replied gruffly, taking off his duster and hanging it on a coat rack beside the door. Ten minutes later the food had been thrown into a big pot on the stove along with some other stew ingredients Harlow had found lying in the cupboards. Harlow disdained eating human usually, but, he didn’t know what else to do with the body and this way it was easier to hide the bones. While the stew was cooking, he just rolled up the mess in the bloody rug and threw them into the big fireplace to turn to ashes.
“That smells good.” Holly said from laying on the bed, breaking the silence in her sarcastic tone.
“Well you don’t have to eat it.” Harlow retorted. “But its ready either way.” He said ladling a bowl for himself and sitting next to the fire. The silence continued for several moments.
“What are we supposed to be doing?” Holly asked.
“Ryan said he’d catch up with us, so we wait.”
“What’d that bastard back at the hotel tell you guys?” Holly continued.
“Just that Natasha has friends in high places.”
“I could have told you that. Anything else?” Holly asked, rolling her eyes. It was at that point that Harlow remembered what Ryan had told him. He shrugged.
“She’s looking for him, and me....and a pure blood.” silence reigned again for awkward moments.
“Sounds like things just got a bit more complicated then.” Holly mused.
(Alright, that's it for me for now, just passing the time, waitin on you ghosty )
" Move damn it move!!" Joker shouted as he and the other Wildcards raced after the SUV which sped after Lukos and the Big wolf.
" Hold it ...I.. can.." Ace said slowing his pace and aiming his weapon. " Almost.." he pulled the trigger and the booming report filled the night..
Lukos roared in pain and fury as the round took him in the back...sending him sprawling into the ill kept lawn of the flat..
" Keep going.." Lukos snarled , his face contorted in agony and rage as he fought to get to his feet.." Getting this Pure Blood to Natasha is all that matters now.."
The big wolf paused, but then turned and sprinted for the house as the SUV screeched to the curve, the wolf who'd been driving leaping out and dragging Lukos into the vehicle..
" Drive as close as you can to the flat.." Lukos said, blood pouring from his wounds..." We must move quickly."
" Whatever they want..it's in there...that house.." Joker yelled.." Let's not let them get it!"
Inside the ruined home, Musater crouched low behind the burnt out van, his mind racing...he suddenly saw Lukos SUV slam over the curb and pull near the house...that was his way out.
" Move!!" he shouted to Kiev.." We grab him and get out that way..!" Musater yelled pointing simultaniously to the sprawled figure of Carl and the huge hole the van had made in the wall..
Kiev nodded as he and Musater charged out from cover, the final SWAT member covering them with a burst of automatic fire.
" feth! feth! feth!" Andy yelled rolling into cover and draging Miranda with him as a salvo of weapons fire kicked up debris all around them,Miranda's head rolled...she was losing way to much blood...the round that had struck her had nicked an artery.." She's bleeding to death." Andy muttered.
Quickly, Bruss fastened a tourniquet around the woman's thigh..
" Miranda" He yelled " Keep preasure on your wound...your going to be ok...just keep this tight."
The woman nodded her eyes half lidded..
" Damn it." Andy swore as he rose from cover and opened up, several rounds striking the Swat member, one well placed round punching through his throat and dropping him to the floor.
" Bastard." Andy grinned as he turned his attention to Carl.
" Carl!!" Dez shouted as he attempted to get the man to his feet..." Carl please.."
Vegas shotgun roared once more and Dez was thrown against the wall...his body torn by the silver buckshot.
The man glared towards Vegas as she slowly extracted the spent shells from her weapon and slapped in fresh rounds..
" Ok then bitch.." Dez growled through a mouth full of blood " I guess we're both going to die here.."
He lifted his pistol with a shaking hand, sighting on the hated woman and fired.
Vegas grunted as the round struck her and knocked her back against the wall..
Dez smiled...readying to fire again when Musater struck him from the side...hitting him like a wrecking ball and sending him crashing to the floor...
" Cover me" Musater snarled through a mouth full of fangs as he slung the limp form of Carl over his shoulder and rushed for the ruined wall behind him
Kiev lifted his weapon and opened fire, the room erupting into a sea of noise and chaos as round after round kicked up plaster and debris..
" This is a slaughter house" Sven thought to himself as chunks of wall fell upon him as the weapons roared..." We must get out of here..."
The Djinn glared at Kiev as the ghoul sprayed the room providing cover for his wolfish master...
Summoning the powers with in,Sven focused on the ghoul and unleashed a crackling bolt from his palm...
Kiev uttered a high wavering shriek as the bolt of energy immolated the flesh from his bones...and his enternals boiled and exploded in a brilliant flash.
Andy watched as the wolf from the SWAT van rushed for the exit, Carl hanging limply over his back...he wouldn't allow him to get away...he wouldn't
The Hunter raised his weapon and fired, seeing the round punch through Musaters back and causing him to stumble...he fired again...this round striking Carl.
His thoughts on Saving Wendy, Andy leapt to his feet and charged after the wolf as he disapeared through the ruined wall...
" There...there's Musater.." Lukos muttered...his wounds causing his head to spin..." Get him in here...he has the Pure Blood.."
The big wolf rushed to Musaters side as the SUV's driver leapt from the vehicle to cover their retreat...
in the distance weapons roared as the WildCards opened fire on the SUV...
The driver jittered and tippled to the driveway as several rounds ripped through his body..
" Damn them.." Lukos roared in pain as he dove into the drivers seat..yelling out of the window.." Move...MOVE!!"
Lukos turned towards the sound of the aproaching gunfire...three humans...obviously Hunters had taken up firing possition...they had to get out of her now.
Joker watched as two wolves carrying a limp body rushed for the SUV, pursued by a man firing wildly at them...
" This should slow them up." Joker said as he pulled the pin on one of his " special grenades" and tossed it at the fleeing wolves.
Andy fired again...in his fury his rounds went wide..." Mother fethers...I'm not letting you get away.."
" GET DOWN!!" a voice came to him across the flats lawn.
Bruss snapped a glance to his right and saw three men...well armed fireing at the wolves and motioning him to take cover...
" Hunters..?" Andy thought as he skidded to a halt and dove to the ground...still firing at the fleeing wolves.
" In get In!!" Lukos roared as Musater shoved Carls limp form into the rear of the SUV and slid into the vehicle as the grenade detonated...
The Big wolf roared out as silver shrapnel ripped through his body...his legs disentigrating in the blast...
Musater winced as a piece of the burning silver passed through his arm..." Drive." He bellowed at Lukos who slamed the vehicle into reverse and tore off into the night..
" NO!!!" Andy yelled charging to the street and firing his weapon at the SUV until the gun clicked in his hand.." GOD DAMN IT!!!" Bruss screamed up at the sky.
" We'll get them" a voice behind Andy said, and he spun staring into the stoic face of Joker..." But Jack say's you've got a lot of wounded Hunters in there...we should see to them"
Saying nothing...Andy ran back to the house..
Sven and Jack crouched over Vegas, holding preasure on her wounds...
" She's bad.." Jack said..." We have to stop the bleeding.."
" She will live.." Sven said softly.." Her hate will not let her die..."
Jack stared at the Hunter..." Your a Djinn right.."
Sven nodded.
Vegas opened her eyes...coughed, blood spraying from her mouth..." Dead is he..is he..?"
" Who.." Jack said.." Is who dead?"
" Dez" Vegas whispered..
Sven glanced to the area in which Dez had fallen when Musater hit him...it was empty...he was gone.
" She's dying..." Ace said trying to stop the flow of blood from Miranda's leg..." Bullet hit her artery.."
" Can you stop it ?" Andy said kneeling near the wounded Hunter..
" I can try.." Ace said..." I can try."
@ Mordo and Berserk...sorry to hear you'll have to stop posting for a bit...but I understand...
Mordo...I can keep Pontius & company going if you like...and can do the same for Sven for Berserker...of you wish...untill you can both post again....up to ya'll.
TheWildHost wrote:The ghouls I thought killed him....
Yes, some ghouls killed him...and then they themselves were killed...but...the ghouls were acting on orders from their Vampire Masters...the only Ghoul who's still alive that was there at the Hospital is Issac...who along with Smalls took Wendy and are now all at the Crooked House...along with most of the other Vampires and a big slimey pit dwelling beast with a taste for human flesh and an eye for art.
TheWildHost wrote:Are the Homos who iced Dimitri still alive?
...Well...the Vampires responsible are still very much "Alive"...though I've no idea what their sexual preferances are.
Although I do think we know Scarlett's.
I'm going to guess that Pontius is gay for Cain or something just for laughs. I do share your though Fitzz.
BIC:
"Let's go, let's go!" Andy said as he reloaded his weapon, "You new guys, I need your keys. Sven and the wounded will head towards a hospital, I want you guys with me, now!"
"Whoah, whoah, who put you in charge?" Ace asked.
"The Network did, I'm in charge and we're going now!" Andy screamed at them.
"Hey, calm the hell down, we're on the same side." Joker defended Ace.
"Listen," Andy grabbed Joker by the collar, "either you give me your keys and come with me or I'm going to steal your god damn truck and go after them myself."
"What about them?" Joker indicated the other wounded hunters, "What if they get attacked again?" Joker tried to get Andy to release his grip.
"They won't be attacked, hurry, we can't lose them." Andy jumped into the SUV and began to start the engine.
The panting filled the car, the three wolves all suffering wounds.
"Look, Lukas, I know a place where we can get some food to help us." Musater handed him a scrap of paper with an address
"Good, Musater. I knew you would be useful." Lukos looked at the address and smiled. It was in old town.
The knock on the door sounded familiar to Katiana. It was forceful, yet having total control. She put her kids into the bedroom and went to the door.
"Da?" Katiana looked into the peephole, and her stomach sunk. It was the person who freed her from that monster of a husband. The person whom she owed a favor to. And he had brought a friend. Great.
"Hello, Mr. Man. How may I help you?" Katiana sat the two wounded gentlemen down, making sure to sit close to the man she knew.
"Hello, again. Remember that favor you owed me?" Musater was reaching for his pistol, pulling it out of the holster.
"...Da." She began to cry, her kids covered their ears, thinking it was another case of domestic abuse.
The sound of two gunshots filled the apartment.
Katiana looked down at her chest, expecting to see a massive wound where the 9mm rounds hit her. There wasn't.
Musater was holding the gun in the same place he was when the shots were fired. His friend, however, slumped in his chair, the better part of his brain splattered across the wall, shiny bullets dotting the twin holes in the plaster.
Musater got up, placing $5,000 USD in the seat where he was. "You'll need this to clean up. There is more than enough to do so, however, so feel free to buy you and the kids something nice, OK?"
Musater walked back to the car, Lukas' radio and keys in his pocket. He turned on the car, and drove back to his house.
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The door knocked, and Esmerella asked the eternal question. "Who is it?"
"It's me! You sent your messenger! Ha!" She rushed to the door, to see a massive 10 foot tall man in the doorway.
He was stark naked.
"Well, it looks like my clothes didn't survive the transformation! Haha!" The roar of the laughing man seemed to shake her very soul.
"Err... The Grandfathers sent you?"
"Well, why else would a naked man be standing in front of you!" Longar let himself in, grabbing the nearest bottle of what appeared to be alcohol. He took a swig, and immediately spat it out.
"What is this? Lavender bs in a bottle?" Esmerella grabbed the bottle from him, and hurled into the bedroom.
"That was my lavender body scrub. Here," She got a bottle of Musater's strongest Scotch. "Have this."
Lorgar took a swig, smiled, and drank the whole bottle in one massive glug. "Haha! This is a drink!" He took the bottle and threw it against the wall, smashing it.
"Look, I know you are a king and all, but could you go put on a towel? I don't want Mus-"
The slamming of the door was like a thunderclap. Musater kicked open his door, with the Pureblood slung over his shoulder.
"Esmerella, we need a bed and some food." Musater looked into the room, only to be greeted by the massive naked man.
"Musater! How are you!" He hugged Musater, whilst Musater stood in the doorway, looking awestruck.
"Musater...? How did he know your name? And how did he find us?" Emerella was picking up the glass from the broken bottle.
Musater walked over to the couch, placing the unconscious body of Carl on the couch. He then sat down on the couch.
"The Grandfathers know all. They have created us, fated us to do all, and given us our true forms. So, why in the name of God would they bring us together again!" He put his hands in his head. "They sent me you, Longar. The man who Trained me to hunt, kill, and turned me into a Lycan."
Lorgar sat down next to Musater. "Don't worry, Mussi! I'm here to help. Now, where is Natasha? I need to kill that dirty-"
Musater put his hand over his mentor's mouth. "Lorgar. We have a plan."
"Excellent! What do we need to do!" Longar asked, clapping his hands excitedly.
"We need a group of Hunters." Musater told him.
"... Oh for feths sake..." Longar got up to go take another swig of Whiskey.
Player: Chowderhead
Character King Longar the Mighty-Fanged, the King of all of the Lycans, Master of the Hunt, Warlord of the North, Slaughterer of the Trankas
Race and clan/archetype : Hyperiona (The Royal Family), The Mighty-Fanged
Physical Description: 10 feet tall, massive bushy beard, lumberjack clothes
Equipment: A keg of the strongest ale available!
Backstory: Born somewhere in an icy wilderness, the brother of the Heir to the throne of the Lycans, he was always fighting to stay somewhat in power. When he left to go to greener pastures, he found a young woman wandering the woods. He turned her, and took her under his wing. When he found her brother, he turned him as well. The three hunted as a pack for hundreds of years, untill around the 1800's. When Longar got word of the massacre, he left the siblings to go deal with the rest of his family. He got trapped in a cursed cabin known as Pandora's Box, where the ale always flowing, and he never wanted to leave. He stayed there for 200 years, until one of the siblings, using a magical dagger, accidentally summoned him.
Other info: His emotions are somehowvery exaggerated and somehow are able to influence the world around him. When he laughs, the area around him becomes brighter and seems more happy. When he is angered, the area around him is darker, colder, and more terrifying.
Virtue- Lovable oaf: It is impossible to hate Longar. His most hated enemies even have a soft spot for the old timer.
Vice- Wolf over Human: Longar feels more comfortable in his towering wolf form than his human form, and he changes as some of the most inopportune times. Like lunch.
WS:10 BS:0 S:8 T:8 A:4 I:5 Sv: 3+ Ld 10
Special Rules:
Warlord of the North: Due to the sheer amount of time he has spent as a wolf in the blizzards, he has gained an almost blind sight. He is never affected by sight modifiers.
Respect: He has a deep respect for the Vampyre race, and will never try to be hostile towards Vampyre.
I was going to PM you that Longar had dropped her back off at the crooked house, saying "You are a Dhampyre. Sadly, you cannot be truly free." And then leaving.
Welcome to Chowderhead RP rules number one: I'm fething insane. Rule number two: See rule one.
Musater is now attempting to assassinate Natasha and place Longar on the throne. He has used his ties with Natasha to infiltrate her organization and kill one of her best generals, the other being halfway across the world.
Chowderhead wrote:Gentlemen, I told you I had a plan.
Welcome to Chowderhead RP rules number one: I'm fething insane.
Rule number two: See rule one.
Musater is now attempting to assassinate Natasha and place Longar on the throne. He has used his ties with Natasha to infiltrate her organization and kill one of her best generals, the other being halfway across the world.
Let the game begin!
...Normally I'd have demanded that be handled in an event...But...I kind of like the idea of a Wolf " Civil War"...so what the hell...I'll let it stand.
Be warned Chowder...You have just made an enemy out of the most vicious, powerful and heavily served She-Wolf around...
Chowderhead wrote:Gentlemen, I told you I had a plan.
Welcome to Chowderhead RP rules number one: I'm fething insane.
Rule number two: See rule one.
Musater is now attempting to assassinate Natasha and place Longar on the throne. He has used his ties with Natasha to infiltrate her organization and kill one of her best generals, the other being halfway across the world.
Chowderhead wrote:Gentlemen, I told you I had a plan.
Welcome to Chowderhead RP rules number one: I'm fething insane.
Rule number two: See rule one.
Musater is now attempting to assassinate Natasha and place Longar on the throne. He has used his ties with Natasha to infiltrate her organization and kill one of her best generals, the other being halfway across the world.
Let the game begin!
...Normally I'd have demanded that be handled in an event...But...I kind of like the idea of a Wolf " Civil War"...so what the hell...I'll let it stand.
Be warned Chowder...You have just made an enemy out of the most vicious, powerful and heavily served She-Wolf around...
And I have her brother and her Uncle.
Slam dunk!
Mordoskul wrote:
Chowderhead wrote:Gentlemen, I told you I had a plan.
Welcome to Chowderhead RP rules number one: I'm fething insane.
Rule number two: See rule one.
Musater is now attempting to assassinate Natasha and place Longar on the throne. He has used his ties with Natasha to infiltrate her organization and kill one of her best generals, the other being halfway across the world.
Going to have to insist that you stop creating " Natasha's relative's"...one was ok...two is pressing it a bit...any more and I'm going to whip an ARMY of cousins to be unleashed with the soul purpose of eating both Musaters face and Mr. Pickles.
"Listen you angry little man," Ace said, forcefully removing Andy from the SUV's driver's seat, "we're not taking off anywhere until you explain why you want to leave a trio of wounded hunters behind."
"Get off of me you gak head." Andy struggled against the newly arrived hunter. He landed against the asphalt on his rear and jumped right back up and tackled Ace. Ace covered his face as Andy repeatedly tried to alter his face. Jack hit Andy in the back of the head, Andy saw a bright flash as he lost conciousness and slumped to the side. Ace pushed Andy off and looked at the other hunters for an explanation. Sven looked around and realized that he was the only one in any real condition to say anything.
"Let's get them loaded and take them to a hospital first, I will tell you along the way. We can't go to the Metro hospital though." Sven began to lift Vegas into the SUV.
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As they drove along, Sven began to relay the tale of the hunters in Prague.
"So he's supposed to be in charge of the hunters in this city?" Joker asked.
"Yes, apparantly the other two knew him from another city in the United States. They said he did good work."
"And the reason why he's after these wolves is because his wife is being held hostage?"
"Partly, he seems to want to kill all of the wolves, he described this one named Brian or Ryan who he wanted to kill. It's just that to fulfill the deal he has to go over these specific ones."
"A collaborator." Ace sneered in the front seat.
"He said that he used to do that with another group of hunters before he met the other two. That's why he was so upset and wanted to go so fast, his wife is also with child."
Andy was starting to wake up in the trunk of the SUV, Vegas and Miranda were bleeding in the middle seat. The car shook as it went over uneven pavement, "Wendy." Andy thought, "Wendy, if I'm sorry but your rescue is going to be delayed, I'll see you soon though, Dez will die, Miranda and Vegas are dieing, but I'll make it through to get you back." Andy continued to lie down in the back of the SUV, listening to the conversation about him, gauging how the new hunters reacted to his past.
Chowderhead wrote:Gentlemen, I told you I had a plan.
Welcome to Chowderhead RP rules number one: I'm fething insane.
Rule number two: See rule one.
Musater is now attempting to assassinate Natasha and place Longar on the throne. He has used his ties with Natasha to infiltrate her organization and kill one of her best generals, the other being halfway across the world.
Let the game begin!
...Normally I'd have demanded that be handled in an event...But...I kind of like the idea of a Wolf " Civil War"...so what the hell...I'll let it stand.
Be warned Chowder...You have just made an enemy out of the most vicious, powerful and heavily served She-Wolf around...
The only way to not die in the RP now is to not be useful in any way to another character I guess. Kind of like in God of War, if you know what I mean.
Chowderhead wrote:Gentlemen, I told you I had a plan.
Welcome to Chowderhead RP rules number one: I'm fething insane.
Rule number two: See rule one.
Musater is now attempting to assassinate Natasha and place Longar on the throne. He has used his ties with Natasha to infiltrate her organization and kill one of her best generals, the other being halfway across the world.
Let the game begin!
...Normally I'd have demanded that be handled in an event...But...I kind of like the idea of a Wolf " Civil War"...so what the hell...I'll let it stand.
Be warned Chowder...You have just made an enemy out of the most vicious, powerful and heavily served She-Wolf around...
Dez ran along the rooftops, still wounded, but in wolf form, seeing as he would be much faster, and he can keep control.
Dez...
He kept on running, before dropping off next to some trees, and running off into the bush.
Dez...
He found a place to hide, a small cave in the forest, and he propped himself up against the wall, and reflected on what had happened. Kes had been killed, by Vegas, the bitch. He would make sure she payed for all of this, that she would never be able to hurt him again. And he will humiliate her, in front of all that respected her.
To add onto that, the other fething wolves had taken Carl, who had turned out to be not only a Pureblood, but his own father as well. This still bobbled in his mind.
Dez...
He looked at his wound, it was quite bad, as Vegas' shotguns had tore a hold in his front like nothing he'd ever seen. It was as painful as hell, but he knew it would heal. His feelings wouldn't.
Dez!
The word stopped him, as it echoed in his mind. Suddenly, Dez became anxious.
"Whos there!?" he shouted, a drip of sweat forming on his brow.
Just me, Dez
"Just who?" he asked. "Who is it!?"
A relative
This surprised Dez.
"You're family?"
A cousin, yes, but I will explain the details of that later on
Lots of relatives starting to pop up in the RP...
I'm waiting on Andy's Aunt Mable to show up...with a shotgun in one hand and a casserole in the other.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmm, but do you remember who Atlas Mirage is?
If not, check Blood Moon 1...
Atlas was the rampaging wolf who attacked the police station with Rose ( I think that was her name) and later killed Musatie in a battle on a rooftop above Empire City...a battle in which he himself was also killed..
So...the ghost of a dead Werewolf is now helping a Hunter who was transformed into a Werewolf...who was actually always a Werewolf because his father was actually a Pure Blood Werewolf...only he didn't know it.
.....Wow, that almost made sense to me..
FITZZ wrote:So...the ghost of a dead Werewolf is now helping a Hunter who was transformed into a Werewolf...who was actually always a Werewolf because his father was actually a Pure Blood Werewolf...only he didn't know it.
.....Wow, that almost made sense to me..
Kais should write soap opera's and make lots of money
FITZZ wrote:So...the ghost of a dead Werewolf is now helping a Hunter who was transformed into a Werewolf...who was actually always a Werewolf because his father was actually a Pure Blood Werewolf...only he didn't know it.
.....Wow, that almost made sense to me..
Kais should write soap opera's and make lots of money
And don't forget dead wolf is Dez his cousin...
Oh yeah...I forgot that part.
As I said a few pages back...there is a decidely " Dark Soap Opera" feel growing in this RP...Musater's "cunning plot" involving Natasha's Relatives and the " Lost Pure Bloods" being the two most noteworthy examples...
sillyboy wrote:At least Vegas brings some Drama to the story
and i have an evil plan, but need to send pm's
......Why am i posting on Dakka when i should be learning.......Damn my short attention span
Why am I posting on Dakka when I should be sleeping ? ...It's 4:45 in the Morning over here..
Because sleep is for the weak! Or is the missus keeping you awake?
its almost 11 am here.
...Sleep is for the weak...I like that, and I'm finding that the older I get...the less sleep I need.
....And no, the Missus is soundly sleeping ten feet away from me, I just woke up around 3:00 AM and couldn't fall back to sleep...so figured ..feth it, I'm up...might as well see what's going on at Dakka.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Its about quarter to 10 am here...
... and yes, maybe I should write soap opera's, it'll get me some cash...
... and don't worry, Atlas is trying to "work" with Dez, he is not just purely helping him out of the kindness of his heart...
... and oh yeah, its his spirit who is with Dez...
That's fine Kais...I've no problem with Atlas being a sort of "spirit guide" for Dez...hell...I don't even mind possesion....just don't have any Wereghost attacking people ..
Warning: if you don't want to know about rapists, don't look!
Spoiler:
First you have to know there is a difference between sexual delinquentie and parafillia.
Sexual delinquentie is parafillia that is punishable by law, while parafillia is just "normal" perversion. (Example; Fetish)
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So what is parafillia?
Parafillia is a abberation of sexuality characterised by the search of an orgasm by other means then normal hetrosexual Coïtus.
(Yes that means that being attracted to the same sex is a parafillia)
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Now we've got that out of the way rapist theory by Groth.
There are four types of rapist.
Power reassurence rapist :
Rapist that wants to see its power confirmed or wants to obtain power
Power assertive rapist :
Rapist that wants to show his power
Vengefull rapist :
rapes out of vengeance
Sexual sadist :
Rapist who gets "exited" while hurting his victim
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Power reassurence rapist :
-this is the one that is predominant
-Least violent
-Powered by fantasy
-doesnt like what he's doing, but can't help himself
-is afraid he will hurt his victim
-doesn't feel the need to punish, humilliate his victim
motivation:
-Wants to reassure his manhood
-preselects his victim (by control, voyeurisme)
-The consensuel fantasy is important (he likes to think she wants it too), if she protests he runs
How does he do it:
-Very verbaly, doesnt use weapons. (he can have one, but won't use it)
-doesnt use force (the fantasy of she wants it too is very important to the rapist)
-He will do his thing unexpected
-Lets the victim undress herself (again consentual fantasy)
-mostly between 12.00 pm and 4 am
-Mostly in the house of the victim
Characteristics:
-About the same age as victim
-May take souvenirs to remember (For example: her clothes)
-Will most likely contact her again (phone/ e-mail Again the fantasy is important)
-Has low self esteem
Only explained one type of rapist, because its dinner time, but i hope you find it intressting.
... Natasha sat silently in her chambers, her face grim....it had been hours since Lukos had left to contact Musater and there had yet to be any word.
Repeated attempts to contact either of them had produced nothing...no reply what so ever...
" Something is amiss .." Natasha muttered to her self, her frustration rising.
Lukos was deligent in his duties...he would never go this long with out reporting in unless something was wrong..Natasha was well aware of this and it troubled her greatly.
" And Musater...there's been no word at all from him...not for some time" The Queen mused.
At once Natasha was on her feet, moving quickly to the mansions main chambers...
" I want two Hunting Packs mobilized" she said to Kerri...who joined her as she exited her chambers.
" Mistress...we have most of our operatives out searching for the new born...and the Irish Nrajah." The young female spoke.
Natasha nodded..." I'm aware of that...have two of the packs in the field break off their search for that bitch Star and seek out both Lukos and Musater" the Queen ordered.
" Very well Mistress" the woman bowed.
" Have the first pack utilize Lukos GPS to locate him...then join the second group and move to Musaters dwelling" Natasha said..." I want answers...and I want them now."
" Yes Mistress" Kerri said " ...and your orders for the packs when they locate Musater?"
Natasha smiled " Bring him here...to me...I would know the reason for his...avoidance."
Kerri paused..." And should he resist ..."
The Queens eyes narrowed..." Then he is to be ripped apart...and his head brought to me."
Sorry for not being able to post something for a while, you know i said i jury rigged my connection............
Anyways I should be able to post something tommmorw
Going to have to insist that you stop creating " Natasha's relative's"...one was ok...two is pressing it a bit...any more and I'm going to whip an ARMY of cousins to be unleashed with the soul purpose of eating both Musaters face and Mr. Pickles.
All I did was create her uncle, who is just a modified Mgral!
I kidnapped her brother (I think it's her brother...)
Going to have to insist that you stop creating " Natasha's relative's"...one was ok...two is pressing it a bit...any more and I'm going to whip an ARMY of cousins to be unleashed with the soul purpose of eating both Musaters face and Mr. Pickles.
All I did was create her uncle, who is just a modified Mgral!
I kidnapped her brother (I think it's her brother...)
Who Carl?...Carl isn't Natasha's brother, he's a Pure Blood...but that doesn't make them related.
Pure Bloods are simply the offspring created by the mating of two werewolves ( Rather than a werewolf created by being bitten), Pure Bloods were never Human, they were born Werewolves..
Now, while Pure Bloods are very rare ( perhaps a half dozen or so born each century)...they are not all sired by the same "parents".
Then the spirit of Dez's long lost brother comes to tell him the Carls secret lover is actually cheating on him with Dez's long lost son, but because Dez had traveled back in time had accidentally made his son his father. Carl's secret lover is cheating on him with his evil twin from a parallel universe.
...That's cool...
..I watched Abbot and Costello meet Frankenstien with my kids yesterday... 
