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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
sillyboy wrote:Okay, lets see if i can get my dagger back.
... Vegas dagger is down in the ruins of the theater basement,most likely guarded by the remaining Fallen...attempting to retrive it at this time would be very dangerous....almost suicidal.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
...Deep below the streets of Empire City,a figure stirred ...pulling itself from under a pile of refuse under which it had secluded itself.
The shape slowly...painfully rose to it's feet,the agony which tore at every fiber of the creatures form only reinforced it's determination to survive...agony...pain...how long had it been since the creature had experinced these things..?...decades?...centuries?...it truly could not recall ...but it had become reaquianted with the sensations all to quickly...and now,hatred...hatred for she who caused this pain burned inside the creature.
Now,throughout the catacombs below the city,it stalked...feeding on the blood of rats and other small animals it caught...slowly...it was healing....it's skin..scorched and cracked gradualy begin to knit..
it's powers...unimagenable ...slowly returning.
Near the opening of one of the cities sewer opening...the creature found a slumbering group of vagabonds ...the stink of cheap wine and urine hanging heavily around them...
quietly...so as not to waken the snoring drunks,the creature slowly fed...draining first one...then the other...
As the creature lifted it's blood slicked face from where it had been nestled in the throat of one of the men...it's eyes locked with another..a man who'd been dozing across from the rest of his companions...
The grizzled ,raggedy man pushed himself against the wall behind him,tears streaming down his face ...his breath coming in shallow ,terrified gasp...
The creature rose...it's flesh healing quicker now...the charred face transforming...giving way to a burned...yet hauntingly beautiful face....
" Wha...what are you...?" the whispered,his voice breaking like a frightened child..
The creature smiled...wrapping it's scared and blisterd arms around the mans neck..." You may call me Lilith ..." it said before plunging it's fangs into the screaming mans throat...
As the blood gushed it her mouth,one thought played across the creatures mind..." I'm coming for you dearest...I'm coming for you.."
Ok...that wraps up Scarlet/Victoria....
Scarlet is with Nero on route for Vegas...
and Victoria/Lilith is slowly on the mend...and will doubtlessly be seeking some revenge in the sequel.
I want to take a moment to say how much I've enjoyed having you aboard MDS..and am looking forward to the further tales of Scarlet and Victoria.
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
... Gazing out of the window of his room located on the sixth floor of Empire County Hospital, the man ,who in another life had been FBI Agent Nash wached the city he'd been sent to protect tear itself to pieces,in the distance...a structure that had been the Town Hall was now engulfed in flame...beyond that dozens of other fires were visable..
Worse than that were the screams...the sounds of death...even high above the city streets...they carried to the mans ears...filling him with a growing darkness...
" My fault..." the huge man said in a child like voice..." My fault.."
The man that had been Nash's mind was gone...almost...deep in the recesses of his memory..he knew...he knew the nature of the evil that had inhabited him...knew that that evil had caused the hell he now saw before him...knew that ,try as he might...he'd been unable to stop it...and had in fact been used to cause much of it.
From deep within Nash's soul he screamed ...and screamed.
An exausted Nurse rushed to Nash's room...she froze as the door swung open...
The huge man ,who had laid motionless for the past 48 hours was standing by the window...his eyes those of a mad man...his fist knotted within his hair as a thin line of saliva ran from his gritted teeth...
" My Fault!! MY FAULT!!! MY FAULT!!!" the man shrieked repeatedly...
The nurse froze...terrified by the raving man in front of her...she lifted her hands...speaking softly..." Mr. Nash..please...please be calm..."
The screaming giant slammed his beefy arms into the large window overlooking the burning city..." MY FAULT!!"...the window exploded...flaying Nash's arms to the bone...
" I need help down here!!! NOW!!" the Nurse screamed down the hallway..." Mr. Nash please..."
" MY FAULT!!! MY FAULT!!! MY FAULT!!!" Nash shrieked...flailing against the gaping jagged hole were the window had been...blood pooling at his feet...
" My God.." The Nurse whispered...
" MY FAULT!!!MYFAULT!!!.." screamed Nash...bending quickly and snatching a dagger like shard of glass from the blood slick floor..." My fault.." he whispered one final time before he plunged the razor sharp glass just bellow his left ear and with a violent slash opened his throat like a great crimson mouth...a fountian of blood filled the air as Nash slowly sank to his knees...a gurgled prayer whispered from his frothing lips
...The body of FBI Agent Nash pitched forward...his face...finally peaceful ,crashing into the gore covered tile...a moment later...the Nurse collapsed next to him.
...Decided to give Nash a send off.... ..
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
...Post those RP's please people...I really need to know all the where/what's and how's your characters will be involved in so I can set up these last few events...
EDIT:....Larkin and ghosty,I particularly need to hear from the two of you ...as your characters are the real wild cards in the bunch...I know where the Hunters will be going (well,I have a rough idea),but am still unsure as to what you two may have planned...
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
The crater of the theater could be seen from the rooftop of the apartment they were standing on. Embers still flickered amongst the rubble as the hunters sat and waited on the roof for anything to show. Smalls hadn't left his scope for the entirety of the time, his weapon constantly moving in small, controlled motions.
The door to the roof had been locked from the outside and was being covered by Wendy and Miranda who were too wounded to be useful with a sniper rifle. Smalls was the expert when they came to these weapons, but Andy had also taken up a rifle to add anything he could to the fight.
They were all silent, part of it was because of their plan to remain as hidden as possible and part of it out of nerves. The weather was beginning to warm as the sun would be approaching in some odd hours. For now they would wait and see if anything decided to crawl in or out of the rubble.
As far as your characters, I purposefully left them out so you could decide what they were doing. I didn't know if Dez and Rachel would want to snipe or if they wanted to do something else.
Same with Vegas, I didn't mention her as well for that purpose.
As far as everyone else, they're on the rooftop of an apartment overlooking the theater(or what's left of it).
Vegas looked in the mirror her hand softly following the new changes on her face. She looked different but she didn't know if the cause really were those scars. "Thank you miranda." "My pleasure" she said gulping the last sip from her flask. "Good thing i've got steady hands." She threw the last things in the bathtub, as Andy jumped in holding Vegas Sawed-off in his hands. "I' ve got a present for you." "Oh, you really know the way to a girls heart." "It's what i do best." He said with a grin from here to tokio. Vegas threw the bandoleer over her shoulder filled with silver shells. She checked if her pistol was still loaded and took her sawed off. "Come on ladiesmen, lets take a look if the dead guys are .....more dead. Andy looked as she firmly walked to the garage. "What?" did miranda ask "Are the scars that bad." "Nope, never tought she had a sense for humour." Miranda rolled her eyes "In the middle of danger, he only thinks about jokes...Men are idiots." She muttered.
Sorry for the late short rp, i had a 9 hours of school today.
edit: got ninja'd ....this rp takes place before nachos rp, then it all falls into place.
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sillyboy wrote:@kais: or we could be in a van and be a sweeper team clearing the places nachos doesn't has a visual on?
Oh and where are the silver nitrate bullets? Cause thes could come in handy.
There's only six and Fitzz said that they can't be anything high caliber.
Seeing as though I have an awesome vampire sword and an awesome werewolf dagger, Dez has an awesome crossbow of killingness, and Vegas lost her weapon I think Vegas should get them. But we'll do this; I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10, Shas and Silly choose a number.
Let me jump in very quickly as I rush about my day (busy as always),and say..Silly gets the bullets ....both for the reasons Nachos mentioned...and also because Colt was the one who made them...and he would want Vegas to have them...
That being said,Silly you have the bullets (a total of 6 .45 caliber pistol rounds...) so look out for your fellow Hunters..as you now posses the best anti-werewolf weapon at the Hunters disposal.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
sillyboy wrote:awesome, but this'll be no problem if me and kais decide to be a sweeper team.
We'll be everywhere, hitting fast and hard. (besides its just Andy =p )
Yup, and both Andy and Miranda have uber Werewolf killing knives,and the whole team has regular silver bullets...you just have six insta death bullets.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
sillyboy wrote:awesome, but this'll be no problem if me and kais decide to be a sweeper team.
We'll be everywhere, hitting fast and hard. (besides its just Andy =p )
You're lucky I made Andy let you live after forgetting his coffee, crap I could've worked that into the rescue as a one-liner now that I think about it.
sillyboy wrote:awesome, but this'll be no problem if me and kais decide to be a sweeper team.
We'll be everywhere, hitting fast and hard. (besides its just Andy =p )
You're lucky I made Andy let you live after forgetting his coffee, crap I could've worked that into the rescue as a one-liner now that I think about it.
...I thought you did...?
EDIT:...No..I guess you didn't ...funny,I suppose I just expected you to have Andy make some sort of "Coffee comment" during the rescue...
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
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