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Pinkerton hung his cars radio back in the cradle...He'd just recieved the message from Collins about the two officers killed..."Jesus" he said rubbing his eyes when the radio sounded again.
...Another Officer down..shot by a young woman driving the Mayors car...Pinkertons jaw dropped.
The report confiemed that the IDC had caught video footage of the shooter and an image appeared on Pinkertons screen...Blurry but at least it was something to go on...Pinkerton radioed HQ and was informed that several officers had gotten a good look at the man who had killed the two policemen earlier as well.
A few questions and Pinkerton surmized this guy was not the same man who'd killed Billy at the station ..." What the feth is going on?" Pinkerton swore to himself.
He ordered his men to sweep the warehouse district..inch by inch,then radio SWAT and search the sewers and every section of this city if need be..." We'll go door to fething door if we have to." Pinkerton shouted driving away.
He returned to the station a few minutes later and entered the rear bullpen..several officers sat mulling over paperwork and sketches ..one glanced up at Pinkerton " We got this composite from the desciptions Taylor and the boys gave us...best we can do for now...
Pinkerton snatched up the drawing along with the photos of the woman in the Mayors car and the man who'd killed Billy..." I want these images on every news program city wide...on the front of every paper...I want all relevent info sent to the FBI and Homeland security and every other damn government alphabet group there is!" Pinkerton roared " I want these lousy cop killers found...and found quickly..."
Pinkerton stormed from the room and into his office...he poured himself a paper cup full of whiskey and downed it at a gulp...He then sat staring at the card that Colt and Vegas had given him...he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.

@ Mordoskul,Chowder & Kais....your images are now all over the city news...multiple agencies have them and will investigate dilegently ....plus a city wide man hunt is now in effect....rewards will be offered.

@ Sillyboy & Nachos ...Pinkerton has sent all relevent info to Vegas & Colt...including all of the info Collins got from Sandi...

Origins Part 2

The air frosted to the panting of his breath, every exhale releasing a stream of water vapour into the night sky. Harris smiled to himself broadly, holding in gloved hands his mug of hot steaming soup, whilst watching the moon, pale as a death shroud break through the cloud line. What a beautiful evening. And what beautiful things were going to happen tonight. Turning his head slightly, he placed his hand in his fiancés, a young woman of only twenty years of age. A ten year age gap may be frowned on by some, but Harris felt a connection with her. He was planning his life around her already. Naive bs, perhaps, but it felt so right. She smiled at him, and leant over to kiss him on the cheek. She was enjoying herself, which was clear. Harris was more of a city dweller, but when she asked if he liked camping, specifically sharing a tent together, he practically jumped on the chance. And now they were in a national park somewhere in Scotland, with a name he couldn’t pronounce for the life of him. Regardless, in her company camping out in the woods almost appealed to him. Yep, tonight was going to be a good one.


Ryan tripped over a fallen branch, crashing heavily into the leaf carpet of the forest floor, a cascade of decomposing mulch fountaining upwards, falling into his rancid greasy hair, pooling in the nooks and crannies on his body. He lay there for several seconds, as if unable to stand, from the pain. A casual observer may find his general appearance worrying. A young man of nineteen, completely naked, and heavily bruised, staggering aimlessly through woodland at night would spark fear and revulsion in even the hardiest of aid workers. It wasn’t just his outwards appearance that caused people to fear; his eyes were penetrating, haunted, as if they had seen such horrors as to prevent sleep for years. His mouth hung half open, in which thick strands of saliva dripped. His torso was emaciated beyond belief, to such an extent that it would be impossible for someone not of a particular constitution to survive. But survive he did, somehow clinging onto life, impossibly, but doing so regardless. A shaft of pale light illuminated the Woodland, and instinctively, Ryans head twisted upwards, watching the moon break the cloud line. An uncontrollable snarl erupted from his lips, and he fell to his knees, holding his chest in apparent agony, as they began to shift and snap as though his body was shifting to accumulate increasingly large organs.


“Hey honey, you going to come into bed?”
Harris turned, looking down at the mat and sleeping bag set out for him. If it were at the end of a hard work day, Harris may be inclined to make a snide comment. But as it was, the only hard thing at the present moment was nestled between his legs. Grinning a toothy grin, Harris began to make his way towards the tent mouth, but he fell short, the hairs on the back of his neck beginning to stand on end.
“Natalie, did you hear that?”

“Hmm? Hear what?” she replied, looking owlishly out into the surrounding dark woodland. Harris shrugged. He heard it again. A twig snapping not far to the left of him. Turning in the direction the sound, he was met with just inky blackness broken up by vast trees breaking through the shadowy darkness. But maybe… just maybe, he could make out a shape. Perhaps.

“Natalie, pass us the flashlight, I think I can see something.” Harris said, the slight tone of fear seeping into his voice. Another snapping twig made his heart skip a beat. Yes, there was a definite darker patch of shade at the edge of the clearing. Natalie passed him the torch, a large halogen Flashbeam, capable of giving enough light to cause small animals to mistake it as the sun rising. Flicking it on, he shone it directly at the position of dark shadow, and burst out laughing.

It was just a small boulder. The darkness had given it the form of some supernatural creature. Harris’s laugh was cut of prematurely; practically halting in mid boom. Instead, he looked down slowly to his chest, and, with certain disbelief of what was happening, watched as his intestines began to roll with the inevitability gravity provides, towards the ground. The flashlight dropped from his limp fingers, slamming to the ground, and revealing the silhouette of something only the darkest of nightmares could produce. He began to gasp, and gurgle, as blood bubbled up freely from his frothing lips. Harris even became vaguely aware that Natalie was shrieking, and he turned with the idea of fleeing from his assailant into the tent with her, but his staggering turn unbalanced him, and he slipped on his own bowels, falling to his knees. And yet he still crawled forwards, trying to get into what he perceived as safety. Natalie, still screaming rushed forwards, and began to zip herself into the tent, closing the only means of escape from Harris. He reached the mouth of the tent, and she could see his bloody hand fumbling with the zipper. Acting in sheer panic, his fiancé kicked out, knocking his hand away from safety time and time again, until suddenly the hand silhouette came back no more, and instead, the sounds of tearing flesh, and snapping bone pervaded the stillness of the night.

And then the tent zipper began to unzip, and the muzzle of a terrible beast, with eyes of coal, and fur stained with gore padded into the tent with Natalie, and the night drew onwards.

Oh s**t, me and my stupid blood lust.

RP:

Atlas was still running. He had lost the cops 15 minutes ago, and was just near the edge of the city, ready to escape into the woods.
They would have obviously seen him, even though his face was concealed partly by his hood, and would be broadcasting it throughout the city at this moment. Though they did'nt get that much of a good look of his face, so he might not be recognised at first glance. If he laid low from now on he might be able to stay unknown. But for now, he would just have to return to his cave, and think about his next move.

He climbed down the ladder, and dropped silently to the ground. He might be able to do one thing now that could keep them off the scent, and to create more fear and tension.
He walked out of the alleyway silently, and checked the street for movement. There was none. He jogged over to the other side of the street, and came across a small house, that looked completely out of place with all the other tall buildings around. He checked through the window, and saw a young man drinking a bottle of Coke, and watching the TV. Atlas smiled.
The foolish man had left the door unlocked, so Atlas slowly and carefully opened the door, not making a sound. Then he proceedede to the living room door, which was wide open, and walked inside. The man was sitting in a chair facing the same direction Atlas was. This was his chance. He walked slowly towards the chair, and extended his razor sharp claws. He sliced the mans neck from behind, and pushed the mans now limp body onto the floor. The mans eyes were frozen in thier final position, surprpised and shocked. For the sake of overkill, Atlas stabbed the man repeatedly in the chest and stomach, before proceeding to the drag his body out of the room, out of the house, and ontothe street. Atlas continued to drag him until they had got to the other side of the street, and into the dark alleyway. Atlas propped the man up on the muddy wall, and stabbed him twice.
He stood up, and admired his handiwork, before running out of the alleyway, and down the street.


*********

Atlas had made his way to the very edge of the city, and walked into the woods. He turned and looked at the city, oh so beautiful in the moonlight, before turning to run back to his cave.

@ ghosty...

Damn...just...Damn,nicely done.

@ Kais...

Good idea getting out of the city....but..I'm wondering if there was a reason for killing the guy and leaving him in the alley?

I have an idea as to what Atlas motivation could have been...but am unsure if you were thinking along the same lines as I.

BTW...Game Time is now 12: 30 AM (just past Midnight)..

FITZZ wrote: Above on the roof tops a pair of red eyes tracked Andy and Kara as the exited the cafe, "Hunters" the thing hissed.
As the two climbed into their truck and drove away...it followed.

Ok Nachos...you've got a Vampire (Sindri) stalking your little party now...He's been out hunting Hawthorne and caught his scent...on Andy and Kara...He'll be following you back to were the Hunters are holding Hawthorne.

Fething vampires, first they get the popo all excited, then the werewolves decide to copy them, and then they decide to ruin Andy, Colt, Hawthorne, Kara, and Vegas's party. No fethin sense of common courtesy.

To you vamp and werewolf players, wtf?

Hmmmm... PM me FITZZ with your theory. Please.

@ Nachos...

Nature of the Beast my friend...fish have to swim...birds have to fly...Vamps and Wolves have to create chaos...well..most of them seem to.

On a side note....all this "cop killing" has really forced me to take some drastic actions...

As far as the Police are aware...three different people have murdered several police officers in the last few hours...one (Mordoskul) is thought to responsible for the rash of murders that has been taking place in the city...
The police department belives that these three people are some how working together and have a city wide dragnet in effect...
Helicopters fill the sky,patroll cars are everywhere,the FBI and other agencies have been called in,the news services are running constant stories and photos,citizens are being urged to remain indoors...and Pinkerton has sent all the information he has access to to Vegas & Colt.
The Hunter Network will also be contacting them and Andy informing all Hunters to " Search and Destroy"...

And leave us not forget,Hawthorne is the prisoner of the Hunters....and who knows what info he may give them...that is if Sindri doesn't show up and kill him first.

I believe I need to strike at the heart... mwahaha... FITZZ, I'll PM you with my idea.

OOC: The issue I can see with that is the fact that sillyboy hasn't really been on. Oh wel;, we'll have to see what happens.

BIC: The headlights of the truck illuminated the front of the house and they waited for the garage door to open. Once it did they drove in and parked, not once had they used the front door of the house. The food itself was still warm as the two entered the house and went into the kitchen. They grabbed some plates and carried it all downstairs to the cellar. Hawthorne was whistling while Colt and Vegas sat next to each other and watched him.

"Anything new?" Andy asked Colt and Vegas.

"Nope, he's been whistling the same tune the entire time you were gone." Colt said annoyed.

"Hands behind your back." Andy said as he placed the plate of food in Hawthorne's lap, "Just going to let you know we can't do much about your Sindri friend thanks to the police being everywhere."

"Are you going to uncuff me?" Hawthorne asked while showing his cuffed arms.

"Sure, I guess so." Andy said as he and Kara uncuffed him. Colt sat silent and ate his hamburgers, he wanted to say something but had given up on the idea.

"So, this Sindri fellow," Kara said before taking a bite, "what can we expect from him?"

"He's crazy," Hawthorne began, "he's been a vampire for awhile longer than I, the difference being he just doesn't kill to feed he kills to kill. I used to feed, but that was awhile ago, he still does. Lives in the sewers I think..."

Hawthorne noticed that their attention was elsewhere, and not on the food. Andy saw a blinking yellow light on the electrical panel on the back end of the wall.

"What's that light on for?" Andy asked as he stood up.

"The power's been cut," Kara said while doing the same, "we're on emergency generators now. Someone's in the house and it isn't a run of the mill burglar."

"Its him..." Hawthorne said with some panic in his voice.

"Get him unshackled, everything." Andy told Vegas while he motioned for Colt to get closer to him and Kara. As Vegas removed all of the bonds from Hawthorne; Andy, Colt, and Kara aimed their weapons at the cellar door. The only entrance to the cellar was also the only exit for the group.

"Keep Hawthorne alive," Andy said sternly, "we need his information."

FITZZ wrote: Old Murry stared at the stranger...something was very familar about this man..but Murry just couldn't put his finger on it...something about his ..eyes...
Suddenly...Old Murry knew who the man was...he dropped to his knees at the mans feet..." I left ya my offerings.." Murry whispered trembleing with fear..."Please...I'll do whatever ya want...my life for you."

Their you go JP...Murry is your to do with what you will.

Lucas looked down at the man. He was faced with only two choices at the moment, either kill the man right here right now or use him. He pondered this for a moment before letting a sly smile creep across his face.

The man had uses still yet.

Reaching out, he grabbed hold of the man and pulled him to his feet.

"You know who I am, and you know what I am capable of." he said to the still shaking man who nodded in agreement.

"Excellent. I have big plans for you my friend." he said as they turned and started to walk down the ally into the night. Lucas spoke to the man and verbally gave to him a list of instructions for several tasks that he needed to complete before the nights ending. The man understood his instructions and darted off after accepting a prepay cell phone and disappeared into the crowds of people. He would blend in better then Lucas ever could and would raise much less suspicion from the hunters and police.

Lucas walked across the street just ahead of a patrol car and made his way into a church. Amid the burning candles and faint chanting he made his was across the plush red carpet and seated himself in a back pew. Holy ground was the one place where he knew he was safe. Vampires couldn't physically set foot on its holy grounds, and the hunters considered them too high profile to start anything.

He smiled and closed his eyes, waiting for a phone call from his new puppet.

** Lacky Acquired!** +500 Exp
Items Lost: 1 Prepay Cellphone and some cash

Have to ask, does he count as a minor NPC? or is he still a meat shield?

hey guys,

This wednesday i had a major headache (i have a light form of clusterheadache.) and spent the past three days in a silent dark room.
God I hate thes days. But i'm getting better, also my mom decided Dakka Dakka is the devil..... this together with my....
I'll probably will be on monday, if it blows over. Nachos, just do what you want... I trust you.

...I'll go back to my bed now.... See ya

Good luck to you with the mom part. They can get a bit testy with warhammer and I can't blame them. Young kid playing a game with older guys at times... but if its anything like what I had it should blow over.

Yeah.. hope ya get better m8

Can vampires set foot insidde a church in this rp??

Any besides the Church of Scientology I would guess, you have to pay to get into there.

BIC
Stelek sheathed the ceremonial dagger and sucked at his wrist as the self inflicted wound Heeled over. Swiftly he reassumed his helmet, only those about to die were allowed to see his face.

They had been hard to tail, the hunters had pulled some sneaky tricks in getting to the safehouse. Stelek knew Hawthorne was inside, he had to see him freed, the leak must be exposed and purged, Hawthorne was the key. If the hunters died it would be no great shame, who knows; one might make a fine meal. within a peel of black smoke he transformed into a cruel mastiff and made towards the house.

The now-dog barked viciously at a clumsy car as it lazily droze past, terrifying the children in the back seat. Even the jaded Stelek smiled to himself as he saw their childish terror. Though the vampire was 1400 years old and connoiseur of 10,000 different bloods he did not notice the scuttling form of Sindri as he a similar course towards the Safehouse via the roof tops.

OOC

halonachos wrote:Any besides the Church of Scientology I would guess, you have to pay to get into there.

LoL

Holy objects ...unless specialy "blessed" or otherwise "bestowed with Holy powers".IE the Blade of Ages....don't affect Vampires.

One could wave a cross in front of a Vamp and it won't stop it...and Vamps could walk into any Church and eat the whole congregation with no problem if the wanted to...

However JP is correct that since a church is considered "Holy Ground" most Vamps wont risk entry since there may be " special precautions " set up against Vamps.

Player Event....

Andy pulled Kara to the floor as the cellar door exploded in a millions shards of wood,peppering the basement bellow.
Colt bellowed loudly as a large splinter of the door struck him in the arm as he quickly covered Vegas......
" What in the..." Andy said staring at the gaping hole where a door had been a moment before..
" He's here.." Hawthorne said,a twinge of fear in his voice...
A maniacal laugh filled the cellar as Sindri emerged from the shadows ,his eyes,burning like coals fixed on Hawthorne..." Traitor" the Vampire spat,a wicked smile spliting his features revealing razor sharp fangs.
" Take him down !" Kara shouted fireing her weapon at the grinning Vampire...or at where he had been..faster than a human eye could follow, Sindri had crossed the room and thrown Kara against the wall with a bone jaring crash...
" Toy with me not Mortals.." the Vampire hissed..." This wretch belongs to me!!"..

Ok folks...you all know the drill...and if you don't...well then...here it is, send me your PMs detailing what actions you want your characters to take,I'll roll for combats and do a write up for all the results.
Oh and Nachos...Kara has been knocked out..I figured four on one were pretty good odds for the Hunters...that is...if Hawthorne doesn't turn on you guys to try to kiss up to Sindri.

@ JP....

Old Murry is a meat shield unless you choose to take him on as a minor NPC.

Sounds good.

Nothing to do with me so alls good.

But, where is Sillyboy's char at the moment?

Just asking.

Combat results are done, I actually fought the battle out using several minis and a piece of scenery to represent the cellar...quite enjoyed it.
Will post resolutions and write up shortly.

Player Event...Resolution...

The comfines of the cellar filled with the roar of gunfire as the Three Hunters opened up on the Learing Vampire...
" Fools.." the creature whispered maliciously " Your pitiful weapons will not harm me" it hissed turning to Hawthorne once more " Now you die traitor!!" Sindri roared as he charged .
The Vampires claws slashed through empty air as Hawthorne leapt high overhead ,the effects of the adrenaline he'd ingested amping his powers.
Sindri roared in frustration as his prey landed close to Andy , " A might to slow old friend.." Hawthorne mocked the other Vampire...with a primal scream..Sindri charged again,the tips of his clawed hand slashing into Hawthorne's face.." I'll show you slow...traitor!!" Sindri hissed.
With the speed of a striking snake, Hawthorne grabbed a chair from the cellar floor and shattered it against the wall,with a devils cry..he drove one of the splintered chair legs deep into Sindris chest piercing his heart.
The Vampire stumbled...blood frothing over it's fanged teeth...it's eyes staring madly into Hawthornes face...
" Don't just stand there with your mouths hanging open!!" Colt shouted at Vegas and Andy as he tossed each of them dagger like stakes " Let's send this blood sucker back to hell!!"
The three Hunters charged the injured Vampire,Andy driving his stake deep into it's back...the Vampire threw back it's head and screamend...a gout of blood gushing from it's mouth, It turned to face it's attackers.
" Kill it Colt!!" Andy bellowed as the older Hunter advanced on the thrashing Vampire.
Sindri lifted his head and bared his fangs at the Hunter,grabbing him by the front of his jacket...with Herculian power...the Dying Vampire flung the Hunter across the room,Colts body traveled a flailing arch ...impacting into the stone wall with a sickening crunch.
" No!!" Screamed Vegas upon seeing the limp body of her beloved friend crumple to the floor,she turned a hate filled gaze on Sindri.." You!!..You fething BASTARD!!!" she screamed driving her stake with all of her might deep into the vampires chest...it's sharpened point joining Hawthornes stake and ripping Sindris heart in two...

The Vampire convulsed in a frantic death spasm ....blood pouring from every orifice as it toppled to the cellars stone floor,it's necrotic skin falling from it's bones in gory chunks as it aged centuries in a matter of seconds...
Hawthorne and the Hunters stood transfixed for a moment,watching as the pile of gore slicked bones writhed for a moment and then became still..

" Colt!!" Vegas screamed,rushing to attend to her fallen mentor.

" You must burn the bones" Hawthorne said matter of factly to Andy as he dabbed at the already healing wound on his face.

Andy looked over at the Vampire silently then knelt next to Sindris remains..amongst the scattering of bones,he located a long dagger...engraved with ancient symbols ...and a small leather book,most of it's pages blank...save for a few hastily scibbled names

" He's hurt bad.." Vegas cried from the corner where Colt lay..."We have to get him to a Hospital...now!".

Well...there you have it...first combat phase...went fairly smoothly on my part.

Sindri has been destroyed...but...his bones must be totally burned...or he might be back.
Kara is fine...coming around slowly.
Andy is shaken...but unhurt,he has also located an ancient silver Dagger that is lethal to Werewolves and an address book (more on that later).
Hawthorne has a gash on his face which is healing rapidly and is otherwise unharmed.
Vegas is unharmed...but extreamly concerned about Colt.

....And lastly ...Colt...poor Colt lost two wounds in combat resolution...so...Colt is now unconcious ..fractured skull and a shattered arm,he also is suffering from some internal bleeding and needs medical attention now..

Stelek has witnessed the entire event...but has yet to make his presence known...(you may RP him doing so if you wish)...


Well, I hope everyone enjoyed that as much as I did....

VERY enjoyablke FITZZ.

VERY

Now I just have to think of the problem I am facing. And to think of what to do next.

In further RP news...

Game Time is now 1:00 AM...
...and just for SAGs..A Police Helicopter has picked up the Mayors car traveling towards the Prison.

Pontius smiled as he received word from Lane concerning the death of the first officer on the task force. Pontius walked over to the crucified Sage, calmly drawing his gladius. "I'm sorry old friend, but I can't let Pinkerton and his humanii filth extracting any information from you if they find the farm, consider it a service to the Covens what I am about to do." The vampire inserted the iron blade into Rasputin's mouth, slicing out his tongue as a man might cut a strip of bacon, inserting the tongue into his coat pocket for later use. The Sage screamed wordlessly, spitting bloody froth at the pale Roman below him. "The sun will be up soon, and your endless death will begin. Goodbye old friend." Motioning to the Opriknikki, Pontius and the two Russians became birds of carrion, taking to the air and removing themselves from the farm, traveling beyond the borders of Empire City, to seek refuge with the Ordo Dracul.

Meanwhile, at the Pinkerton household, Oliver Lane slipped inside, strolling about inside the empty home, making subtle changes to the furniture, making it obvious to a trained eye that he had been there. He wanted to show the cattle that he could kill him at any time, any where of his choosing. Leaving the house, he ducked again into the blackness, a sick smile playing upon his features.