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halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote:
Now,if Jimmy then makes his presence known...issues a challenge...Ryan will react accordingly...

...by putting on a top hat and drawing a flint-lock pistol. Whereupon Jimmy will put his monocle in place and also draw a flint-lock pistol. The two will fire at each other, but seeing as though they are both using lead balls for ammo damage will be done to neither one although Jimmy's clothes will have a hole in it and Ryan is already naked(save for the top hat), so he's all good.

The duel will continue until the song "Dancing in the Moonlight" by King Harvest begins to play in the background, at that point the two will begin to do the Charleston followed by the Dougie. After the song ends both sides will have their dancing skills judged by Andy, Colt, and Vegas with Vegas being the only one to judge Ryan's dancing because Andy and Colt refused to watch a naked man in a top hat boogie. Ryan will be infuriated with the results and sue for discrimination which will end up in the cancelling of the hit cable television show "Monster Mash".

....And that...Ladies and Gentleman is why Nachos should be head of Broadcasting for a major Television Network...

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote:
Now,if Jimmy then makes his presence known...issues a challenge...Ryan will react accordingly...

...by putting on a top hat and drawing a flint-lock pistol. Whereupon Jimmy will put his monocle in place and also draw a flint-lock pistol. The two will fire at each other, but seeing as though they are both using lead balls for ammo damage will be done to neither one although Jimmy's clothes will have a hole in it and Ryan is already naked(save for the top hat), so he's all good.

The duel will continue until the song "Dancing in the Moonlight" by King Harvest begins to play in the background, at that point the two will begin to do the Charleston followed by the Dougie. After the song ends both sides will have their dancing skills judged by Andy, Colt, and Vegas with Vegas being the only one to judge Ryan's dancing because Andy and Colt refused to watch a naked man in a top hat boogie. Ryan will be infuriated with the results and sue for discrimination which will end up in the cancelling of the hit cable television show "Monster Mash".

OOC: I would so badly buy that music video

IC: Jimmys spirits sunk as his favourite werewolf confrontation line was ruined, so he walked off to go and smoke some shitake mushrooms (good for a growing vampire !)

Scarlett walked through the main entrance to the Aphasia, it was hidden in alley, away from the prying eyes of passers by and the constant traffic that passed through the city Centre. It had been a Shipping depot and three flats when she had aquired the building in 1990 and had spent months designing the place as she wanted. She had used the space to create three layers to the Aphasia, the first layer was the nightclub part of the establishment.

Through a small single doorway from the alley, guests would enter the entrance hall and coatroom counter, as with most of the club the colours where crimson, black and silver through out. Deep red curtains led through into a short dark passageway painted black to intensify the shadows leading to double oak doors, through which lay the nightclub itself. A large room, with a open metal starcase to the immediate right as you entered, and the bar clinging to the wall that ran away from the stairwell curving out and around a corner. The lower floor of the club was a large L-shape, with seats and tables around the edge on both ends. Three steps dropped down onto the dancefloor which was shaped like a giant heart and could happily hold forty to fifty dancers, with the top pointing away from the bar itself. On the upper level several tables looked down upon the dancefloor from a balcony, and curtained off cuddle holes ran across the rear wall.

She noted the DJ position beneath the balcony to the far left near the tip of heart shaped dancefloor and saw that 'Fast Mike' was in the seat tonight. She didn't mind his style, but found his use of 80's synth artists a little much for her tastes, even if many of her patrons loved it. She also noted they where busy, but not as busy as she'd expect, the place had become popular with the internet generation in recent years, and young adults often came to hang out with friends in the shadows of the club. The lighting above casting the entire room in an eerie red glow was very popular. Heading around the bar with a court nod to Sandra working behind it, she walked up to the staff only marked door and went inside.

It was cooler and quieter immediately as she passed into the small passage, the warm painted walls of the club vanished to be replace by cold grey brick and she went up the back stars into her office. The mirrored glass window that sat behind part of the balcony gave her a good view of her domain, while giving the patrons no clue she could see them. She glanced at the moniters that watched the club, outside in the alley, the roof, and the other two areas. The Shadowfloor, which was beneath the club, and allowed for more 'themed' entertainment and the Starbox, which was a sofa strewn room through a door off the balcony, in which a glass ceiling looked directly up into the night sky.
The Shadowfloor was empty as usual for a week night, but by the weekend she would expect several regulars to be down there, it was also where some of the 'Blood Dolls' would hang out, Mortals so twisted by the night, they actually sort out Vampire contact, addicted to the kiss, the embrace of a Vampire taking their blood. It had been the same in Vegas, and allowed Vampires to exist in a City with little to no evidence of their passing.

As the Starbox flicked between its three camera's she spotted Molly was there, and briefly smiled, at least she would be able to get soem blood without any issues shortly, first however she needed to make a call. She picked up her mobile from the desk and keyed in a security lock, then punched in the number he had given her. It was untracable, or pretty much, it would take a highly skilled operative more time than the average call to even lock onto the signal to the correct city, never mind the actual location of the phone.

She heard the other end ring three times before a voice answered, the thick accent greeted her like a knife, it was definately him. With a frown she paced around her desk to the mirror looking down at the dancing guests speaking into the phone quietly.

"I need to meet with you, I don't trust this line for what I need to tell you. What I will say is, it is of great importance that we discuss the arrival of someone on their way to Empire City. Someone who could cause us both considerable trouble."

She could tell he wasn't convinced it was something he needed to be involved in right now, she guessed other things where on his mind, she wasn't surprised at the midly amused request of a name came back down the line.

"Victoria." she said the name coldly, like mentioning an old enemy.

The momentary silence was enough to tell her, he knew who she was, or at least her reputation and suddenly took the call a little more seriously. Staring at the moniter at Molly twiddling with her dark coloured hair she felt a hunger grow in her stomach as she listened to Pontius' instructions carefully.

[OOC - let me know if you have any issues there Mord.

Also will try and get some basic sketches of the Aphasia up at some point for you FITZZ, to put my description above into slightly better detail.]

@ MDS...

Another great RP ...

I like the layers your introducing into vampire society...and think it's a great direction your taking in contacting Pontius to alert him to Victoria heading towards the city..

Isaac and Suzie dragged the now completly incapacitated Pinkerton down the stairs and chucked him into the back of the van. Suzie climbed in as well and ISaac climbed in the fornt where Longinus sat behind the wheel. As Longinus began to tear down the street he pulled out a cell phone, scrolling throught contacts unitl the name Oliver was highlighted, hitting the dial button.
The phone rang twice before oliver answered;
I have a gift for your master, Detective Pinkerton, he ahs refused to listen to reason and now will ahev his eyes pried opwn, Just tell me where to drop him off.

Mean while in the back Suzie took a knife out and sliced dow her forearm, holding open Pinkerton's mouth forcing him to swallow the blood that seeped forth from the flesh wound.

OOC:Its yours from there Mordoskul

Pontius spoke calmly into the phone, speaking slowly as to prevent his accent from garbling his instructions.
"Victoria... I have not seen her since the affair with the Sassanids... If I recall correctly, she has certain 'unique' talents unkind to our race. Her presence makes things interesting. Either she will join me or be destroyed, I cannot afford competition at a time like this. My spies tell me that Musatei, the Bitch of the North, is dead, slain by a rogue whelp, which leaves us with some time to smash the remnants of her pack while they mourn. Tell Victoria... tell her that House Brutii welcomes her, for now." Closing the phone, only to open it again as another call came in. The voice of Oliver Lane flowed through the earpiece, his voice full of dry humor. "The worm who fancies himself a serpent has had his eyes opened. I have him now, where shall we put him?"
"The sewers, Longinus will look after him until he can survive on his own. Watch him closely, I do not trust him."
Cursing, Pontius closed the phone. The fool! He had created an adder, and now held it by the tail, heedless to the danger. This was to be a test of the Gladiator's prowess, time would tell if he passed.

Poor Pinky...

Looks like Mordoskul is getting lots of calls ATM...will be interesting to see how he handles them..

FITZZ wrote: Poor Pinky...

Looks like Mordoskul is getting lots of calls ATM...will be interesting to see how he handles them..

well mine was to oliver who will pass it on at some point,
strange contempleitng a mortals fate will listening to really melancholic Big Country

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Poor Pinky...

Looks like Mordoskul is getting lots of calls ATM...will be interesting to see how he handles them..

well mine was to oliver who will pass it on at some point,
strange contempleitng a mortals fate will listening to really melancholic Big Country

... ...I fully understand...much of the narative and ideas in this RP have come to me while listening to Bahuas,The Damned and T.S.O.L...

Bounding across the rooftops, now filled, Ryan and Holly experienced together the first true night of freedom as a Werewolf. Ryan, because he had never allowed himself any enjoyment, for fear of the ramifications, was now blissfully unaware of anything he had done wrong. Instead, he focused on trying to find a place to bed down for the night. The sewers, whilst having an ample food supply in both rats and humans, didn't tickle his fancy, as his now deep subconscious human knew the terrible standards of living down below, and thus, so did Ryan. Additionally, the place stank terribly even for humans. For a wolf, it would be near on intoxicatingly pungent. Holly kept pace with him, being carried along in the sheer sense of ecstasy of the moment. The fresh meat in her stomach caused no issue, and, she realised she cared less and less about what she had done the more she was a wolf. Holly pondered whether or not she could get used to this life, afterall, before the fateful day at the diner, the young women had hardly been going places in life. Her family falling apart at the seams, being sent to a foster home, no school qualifications, searching for her sister, ending up in a dead end job... But now, now she was free. Yes, she really could get used to this, and see it as a blessing rather than a curse.

An ideal nesting spot was found shortly after they exited the rooftops in favour of the back streets. It was a warehouse; Half derelict, but still in use, judging by the large metal storage crates across the warehouse floor, creating a labyrinth of winding passageways and potential dens. Together, she and Ryan moved deeper and deeper into the maze, until, satisfied that they were far enough in that even the most experienced worker wouldn't find them, they settled down. Their new-found home was nestled in a gap between two crates, creating a small tunnel leading into an open space,unable to be seen from the gantry that circumvented the edge of the Warehouse. It was big enough for them to hunker down and sleep, and yet small enough to avoid prying eyes. In short, perfect.

Overcome with a sudden lethargy, Ryan and Holly hunkered down, their thick fur adequately warming them, and curled up. Soon Ryans breathing slowed, and he closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep. Holly kept awake only for a few more minutes, fidgeting, and trying to find how to lie comfortably. And then she was asleep too, slumbering soundly.

It was cold, her breath made small swirling clouds. Holly clenched her arms around herself, trying to maintain some warmth, pondering as to why she was standing alone in complete darkness. She didn’t know where she was, and so, leaving the safety of her spot, she crawled in the shadows. The cold grew, and it felt as if the very jaws of Ryan were closing around he fingers, biting them. She persisted, knowing that she had to do something, find... find someone she held close to her heart. After an eternity of fumbling through the dark, her body was brittle like ice. Tears appeared around her eyes, Holly was losing hope. Just on the brink of succumbing to the darkness she felt something. Her hands grabbed the thing. but it was not Jeans that she had somehow been expecting. It was a furred paw. She looked up at the dark figure who grew from a part of the foot, a great mass of muscle, scar tissue and fur. The stark face of her father looked down on her. She could almost feel the look of disappointment.. “Daddy?” she whispered through here frozen lips. The man produced a faint smiled and let his righthand going around her face.his lips formed the words ‘I love you’ but the sound didn’t reached her eyes. A great muzzled face appeared from behind, appeared behind her father. it licked his lips, and its great fanged jaws opened wide. “No!” she cried trying to push him away. She couldn’t move, it felt like all her dark thoughts pressed her down. Her father was gone instead of him stood the man she had eaten earlier. blood bubbled up freely from his lips, like a never ending waterfall. The man looked faintly puzzled, and shifted slightly, the entire globe weighing down upon his back. Holly cried out suddenly, as the gigantic earth wobbled precariously between the Mans shoulder blades, and threatened to fall, fall into darkness. In the shadowed darkness at the top of the planet, just in sight, stood the vampire who had fed upon her several days ago. His cheap suit, his horn rimmed glasses, even the oily smell of liquor was present. With a cold laugh, the vampire wobbled the earth some more, and Atlas slipped to one knee, buckling under the titanic weight. The sound of cracking bones broke the perpetual silence. Atlas cried silently, his tears of blood running freely down his cheeks, the words 'absolved' tenuously hovering in the still, dry air before him. And then the earth crashed down upon him, and Atlas was gone. Hate boiled up inside of Holly, she used it to get out of her passive stance. She ignored the pains of her body as she followed a trail of blood. Her lungs sputtered as oxygen started to disappear. With her last bout of strength she pushed herself forwards. The trail was gone. Heavily breathing she glanced around. Nothing. Only darkness and cold. Holly crawled into a little ball, much like she had when she fell asleep. Her body began to numb. The cold spread through her body, and she smiled and excepted the cold in her heart. The cold streamed in her heart taking all the warmth out of it. Her body was one pool of stone cold nothing. She laughed in the darkness. The fear was gone. And then her sister appeared out of the shades, her bright green eyes glowing like emeralds in the darkness. But she wasn't pleased to see her, after all this time.

"What have you become?"

Holly awoke with a start, changed back to her human form. She was naked and cold, and it was still dark. Beside her, the great slumbering form of Ryan stirred slightly, but remained asleep. The events of the past day flashed before her eyes, merging with the memories of the dream, fusing together as one. The man she had feasted upon, he had been alive once, something she hadn't comprehended before. He had had a life. He... he was lying in parts in her stomach. Holly gagged, and vomited forwards, great chunks of bloody flesh and bone dropping forwards amongst the putrescent blood laced slick. Holly kept throwing up until she was empty, and then she sat there, staring anywhere except at what she had done, terrified of the disturbingly recognisable lumps... fingers, toes, teeth...

And it was then Holly came to terms with what she had become, and she cried, tears of self loathing and horror.

OOC: I always find it helpful listening to something viscous and heavy when writing some bit of fiction, simply because it helps me formulate ideas.

ghosty wrote:OOC: I always find it helpful listening to something viscous and heavy when writing some bit of fiction, simply because it helps me formulate ideas.

...And formulate them you do my friend....Holly's nightmare was fantastic...as is the seeming internal strugle she is gong through...

Player:-Log
Character- Edgar Poe
Race/affiliation:- Vampire
Physical Description-
Equipment:- Cane, Flip-open bone saw
Backstory- Edgar himself works for empire city's Prince, and is infamous as King Pest, the Rat King.
Location/resources: Ghouls galore, a few other vampires and their ghouls, Edgar Slumbers in a maze under an abandoned warehouse
Other info: Edgar is from the clan Nosferatu, and is hideously deformed. He hides himself from others behind dress clothes and a mask.
Before the Embrace, Edgar was a gravekeeper. Edgar's Sire is unheard of, and Edgar does not care for his maker.

Is this OK?

Deep within the confines of the City Morgue ...Sean's eyes opened...the man he had been was gone...for now at least..no reason..no knowledge of his former self existed...all that existed was the gnawing thirst..
The creature glanced about...seeing perfectly in the darkness...it realized it was confined...." coffin..?"...the word passed through Sean's brain...though it's meaning was only vaugely recognized..." No..not a coffin.." the creatures mind struggled to make sense of it's thoughts..
At the end of the structure that held it...the creature saw a small door...kicking out hard..the area filled with light..

Voices...male and female...approaching...Sean was suddenly drawn into a bright light...

" Jesus Christ...he's still alive!!" a voice like the clanging of a huge bell echoed in Sean's ears..
He threw up his hands against the light..
" That's Imposiable..." The female voice screamed..." I did the autopsy Myself...I..."
The Creature that had been Sean leapt from the small metal slab...his hands seizing the woman...
" God NO!!" ...screams...like horns...tearing at his mind...shutupshutupSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!!!
Sean sank his teeth into the woman's throat...tearing it out complettely....the blood..."Yes..Yes..YES!!"...her blood filling his mouth...washing him in an ecstacy unimaginable..
" OH MY GOD!!!"...the man...
Sean moved...faster than the eye could follow...his hands grasping the mans throat...crushing it as though it were paper...againg the blood flowed...and the creature drank deeply...knowing peace..

Moments later...Sean leapt from the window...landing unobserved...his hunger sated for a moment...the creature tried to think..." Home...Home!!.." the words made no sense...but still Sean rushed into the shadows...drawn forward by a force he couldn't comprehend..." Ryan...Ryan.." the name meant nothing...but somehow meant everything...diving across a secluded road and into an alleyway...Sean continued to travel through the night...

High above...Nero watched the creature move through the shadows..." Mad that one is..." He shook his head..." Pontius...what have you done...?"

Seans a barmey vampire?!

Ah so Poetic, two brothers who are at the same time, two different species, who are both mindless.

lord of the ghosts wrote:Player:-Log
Character- Edgar Poe
Race/affiliation:- Vampire
Physical Description-
Equipment:- Cane, Flip-open bone saw
Backstory- Edgar himself works for empire city's Prince, and is infamous as King Pest, the Rat King.
Location/resources: Ghouls galore, a few other vampires and their ghouls, Edgar Slumbers in a maze under an abandoned warehouse
Other info: Edgar is from the clan Nosferatu, and is hideously deformed. He hides himself from others behind dress clothes and a mask.
Before the Embrace, Edgar was a gravekeeper. Edgar's Sire is unheard of, and Edgar does not care for his maker.

Is this OK?

I like the backstory here...

... ..we already have so damn many Vamps...that's my only real problem...

ghosty wrote:Seans a barmey vampire?!

Ah so Poetic, two brothers who are at the same time, two different species, who are both mindless.

Yeah...the way I see it...Sean wasn't voluntarily "embraced"...he was created by accident when the Opriknikki fed on him...so his mind sort of snapped.

Hey may start to remember things..but he won't be "joining up" in the Vampires ranks...

Shame that if he ever meets up with his brother they'll both rip each others throats out. But I suppose that is the way of things, hell, whenever I see my brother in the holidays I occasionally feel the urge to go for the jugular.

Incidently, how can hunters tell a werewolf is a werewolf if they're in human form?

FITZZ wrote:

lord of the ghosts wrote:Player:-Log
Character- Edgar Poe
Race/affiliation:- Vampire
Physical Description-
Equipment:- Cane, Flip-open bone saw
Backstory- Edgar himself works for empire city's Prince, and is infamous as King Pest, the Rat King.
Location/resources: Ghouls galore, a few other vampires and their ghouls, Edgar Slumbers in a maze under an abandoned warehouse
Other info: Edgar is from the clan Nosferatu, and is hideously deformed. He hides himself from others behind dress clothes and a mask.
Before the Embrace, Edgar was a gravekeeper. Edgar's Sire is unheard of, and Edgar does not care for his maker.

Is this OK?

I like the backstory here...

... ..we already have so damn many Vamps...that's my only real problem...

As well the fact that the nos and all camarilla, sabbat and unaligned clans technically don't exist as this rp is only based on masqurade,
as a foot note i prefer the Requiem depiction than the Masquearde of Nospheratu as they on't have to be hideously ugly but there is something worng, ie they can have an aura/presence which makes people want to run/vomit/cower in fear.

As the music things go depending on what i'm thinking i want is decided by the music, for more soul searching sort of events i use melancholic songs like 'the torm' 'chance' of Big Country and FAde to Black can help with a possible dash of SO What and Am I Evil?
For more violent incidents the Heavy Metallica/Sum 41/Foo Fighters with a dash of ACDC/Queen helps and if i want a journey of sorts the Call of Kthulu is always the best for that

ghosty wrote:Incidently, how can hunters tell a werewolf is a werewolf if they're in human form?

That's just it...at a distance they can't...even up close it takes a trained hunter to even begin to suspect that he's looking at a wolf in human form...though some Hunters are quite good at spotting them...much the same way a cop can spot a criminal ...even when that criminal isn't doing anything wrong...they just get a feeling...

Plus wolves often have a feral unkempt look about them...a sort of beastial air that tips Hunters that something might be wrong with the person they're looking at...

But it would be pretty hard for a new guy?

ghosty wrote:But it would be pretty hard for a new guy?

Yeah...in theory ,a new Hunter wouldn't have the experiance to "sniff out a wolf"...of course...new Hunters are always paired up with a vet...but alone...a new Hunter would be fairly easy pickings for a wolf in Human form..

In the cramped confines of the van...Pinkerton squirmed,attempting to avoid swallowing the blood pouring into his mouth...it was useless...he could feel it...burning down his throat...drowning his very will to resist..
" I will hold on to my humanity...I will hold on to my humanity!!" Pinkerton repeated this thought over and over...like a mantra...trying desperatly to cling to his own will.

As the van stopped..and Pinkerton was carried from the vehicle...his mind swirling...his will crumbling...he reached carefuly into his pocket...his fingers fumbling ...his thoughts failing him..he turned on his phones GPS.


At least now...if the Hunters decide to look for Pinky...they'll have some idea where he is...

Amanda sat staring blankly at the body of Musatei..a low whine in her throat,she'd ordered Candi to dispose of Vikki's body..but would not allow her to lay hands upon Musatei...her leader..her love.
Candi had followed Amanda's orders,burying Vikki's remains...and had returned...she now sat quietly...staring at Amanda...afraid to ask what to do next.
Suddenly with a roar,Amamda drove a clawed hand into the chest of Musatei's corpse...yanking her heart free...with a low mournful howl...the woman began to feast on the dripping organ...sensually rubbing the blood over her body...
" I will carry on in you name..." Amanda whispered..." With your streagth inside me..." she tore of another chunk of the heart and chewed it...

Candi sat horrified..but silent...she knew what she had become...she even delighted in the power...but..Amanda was insane..clearly...who knew what she might do if Candi spoke..

Amanda finished consuming the heart and Turned to Candi..." Dispose of her shell.." she sighed..a tear streaming down her face..." Then join me here...we shall wash...and then..." Amanda's eyes begin to burn with a fierce light..."And then we have much work to do."

Candi did as she'd been told...burying Musatei deeply near where she'd buried Vikki...she returned to the home a half hour later..covered in dirt and and mud.

Amanda laughed..." You look a sight..come with me.." Candi obeyed entering the shower with Amanda ...who gently washed her and insured she was clean..
In the rear bed room..Amanda looked through Candi's wardrobe..." Dress seductively..." she said as she slipped into one of Vikki's short dresses and pulled on a pair of boots.." You and I are going to reform Musateis pack..."
Candi stood...walking towards Amanda...as she pulled a mini dress over her body.." I have some friends..." Candi said..." They'd be perfect..."
Amanda frowned.." Perhaps we can attend to them later...for now...I have some people in mind..."

A few moments later...the two women exited the house and walked into the night.

Looks like Amanda is going to reform the pack...

GAME TIME: 11:00 PM....

Uh oh. A Larva on the loose is never a good thing. Action needs to be taken.

Amanda..part II

Entering the Pink Pony Amanda and Candi moved quickly through the crowd,a smile parting Amanda's lips as she spied those she was in search of..
Carlos looked up as Amanda and some new girl aproached.." You working tonight?" he said leaning back in his chair..at each side stood his best security guard Davin and a beautiful dancer called Star...
Star rushed over and hugged Amanda..." Please say your working tonight...it's been so dull with out you here.."
Amanda laughed and hugged Star closely..." No sexy...I'm not working ...sorry..but...I thought I'd drop by and introduce you to Candi...she's my new friend."
Star pouted...and eyed Candi.." I hope your new friend doesn't mind sharing.." she said rolling her eyes at Candi.
Amanda laughed..." No...in fact..she likes it that way.."
Carlos waved his hand in frustration..." If you ain't working take your party someplace else...I can't have you...distracting Star..."
Amanda moved quickly,seductively sitting on Carlos' lap and kissing him deeply..." But..I want to party with you too.." she purred..

Carlos smiled..." Well...why didn't ya say so..I suppose we could all go up to my private office..",Carlos " Private office" was a loft above the bar where he "auditioned" new dancers..
" That sounds...yummy.." Amanda said nibbling at Carlos' ear.. she turned and faced Davin..." Your invited too big boy.." she smiled

A few moments later in Carlos' loft...Star danced seductively as Candi removed her dress...Amanda already nude ,prowled over to Carlos' stero system...turning the volume up..
" Kinda Loud.." Carlos said...his eyes roaming over the Amanda's body..
Amanda smiled...a broad friendly smile...gyrating in time to the music as she moved closer to Carlos..." But...loud music makes me a very bad girl..."
Carlos smiled wider..moving closer toward Amanda..." Well...show me how bad you can be baby.." he said.
" Oh...I plan to.." she said...her claws lashing out ripping deep into Carlos chest..the big man screamed and stepped back as his exposed ribs glistened wetly in the light of the room..
Davin charged forth...intent on grabbing Amanda...the huge bouncer never even saw Candi as she leapt across the room sinking her teeth into his throat and bringing him unconscieious to the floor..
Carlos backed away...his eyes darting quickly to Star..." Get help you stupid..!"..Amanda lashed out again...ripping Carlos' stomach open...
" You shouldn't disrespect women Carlos'" she said waving a bloody finger in front of his nose...
the man gasped and tumbled to the floor...

Star stood trembleing..." Don't hurt me...please Amanda...we're friends ...please...don't"
Amanda moved close to Star...pulling her near..stroking her hair and soothing her.." I won't hurt you Star..." she said..." But..I want you to join me..."
" Anything...just don't kill me.." Star wept.." Please don't Kill me..."
" Shhh...I would never do that to you.." Amanda said smilling..her fangs glistening in the light..." A little nip...that's all.."
Star screamed as Amanda bit into her shoulder.

Well...it seems that with the exception of ghosty (who is doing a fantastic job btw)...I'm going to have to play the part of the " Main wolf pack"...as all my other wolf players have gotten themselves killed or disapeared..

So...Amanda...who is far crazier than Musatei ever dreamed of being...is now forming a new pack to plunge Empire City into Chaos and to finish what Musatei started...

Ok...to try to sum everything up ...just to make things easy for those playing along at home...

Sean has awakened at the mourge,killed two people there and run of into the night..
He really has no idea what or who he is,though he keeps having moments of clarity..may be headed for his home....he was spotted by the Vampire Nero.

Amanda ,of course,is rebuilding the pack,intent on seeing Musateis goals achieved...thus far she has aquired Candi,Star,Carlos and Davin...(Both Carlos and Davin are pretty big guys...and will make pretty huge wolves..)...Who knows were she may be going next.

..Pinky...poor Pinky...looks like he's on his way to being a Vampire...but at least he turned on his GPA...Hunters might find that handy at some point.

...and Danny...old Danny has some serious evil up his sleave..stay tuned.

ghosty wrote:Seans a barmey vampire?!

Ah so Poetic, two brothers who are at the same time, two different species, who are both mindless.

You're welcome Ghosty... Andy has his ways of making things happen.

BIC:

Andy looked at his phone's clock as he waited for the text with the address, 11:00pm it displayed in the lower corner.

"It's late," Andy muttered to himself, "11:00, seven or so hours till dawn when they start to hunker down."

"He's muttering to himself." Vegas whispered to Colt.

"I know," Colt replied back, "going on his own, keeping secrets, talking to himself... not a good picture."

Andy heard Colt talking to Vegas but shrugged it off, they were probably talking about something stupid, or were they talking about him?

"Nah, that's just being paranoid." Andy thought to himself, "Colt was a bit stupid and is probably mad that I crushed his car."

Andy walked back over to the two and sat back down, Vegas and Colt both looked at him.

"So Andy," Colt asked, "what was that whole deal with Danny on the phone?"

"Oh that," Andy rubbed his face, he was bored and hungry, "Danny said that he's found out about some vamp den and wants us to take care of it. Then I asked him about Hawthorne's ring."

"Hawthorne's ring?" Vegas asked loudly.

"Yeah," Andy pulled it out to show them, "said he burned him because he doesn't believe with making deals with vamps."

"And do you?" Colt asked, as if he was interrogating him.

"Sometimes," Andy said, "okay, yeah that's the whole thing about where I came from. Wolves and vamps have weaknesses; wolves are stupid as hell and vamps like to be politicians. I've made deals with vamps which allowed us to work on the wolves for awhile, but I would always make deals that were easy to fulfill. Once I did my part of the bargain and the deal was complete I would work on the vamps. Unfortunately once you break a vamp's trust in the area, none of the vamps trust you, not that they trust hunters a lot to begin with."

"To the point Andy." Colt said annoyedly.

"Yes, I did make deals with vamps." Andy said, "But it was always against the wolves and I would always do it to further the overall goal of removing both of them. Its a part of the balance system we used."

"You talk about this balance system all of the damn time." Colt continued to pressure him, "Sounds like you're playing with fire and you're going to get burned."

"Its risky." Andy kept calm, "But the payoff is a city free of the ugly disease of bonechewing and bloodsucking. I've never broken a deal with a vamp because its a lot easier to use them if they think you're doing them a favor. There are rules though, you never broker a deal that harms humans and there is a waiting period for when you move out to attack vamps after fulfilling the deal."

"Don't the vamps catch on eventually?" Vegas asked.

"That's the beauty of it." Andy smiled, "They're so fething conceited that they think the other vamp did something. If I go kill a wolf for Vamp 'a' and after a week or so kill vamp 'a',vamps 'b' and 'c' will think that vamp 'a' forgot to fulfill their part of the bargain. I've never broken a deal so that way they don't instantly think 'Andy is a backstabbing hunter'. Its awesome."

"You're still making deals with the devil so to speak." Colt replied feeling a bit worse about Andy.

"Hey, I've managed to kill over a dozen vamps that way." Andy continued to smile, "And even more wolves."

Andy leaned back to reminisce and Colt and Vegas sat still watching him lean back, his hands between the back of his head and the wall. They were quiet for a few minutes, the sounds of the workshop surrounding them. It was a skeleton crew working on the truck because even though their boss owed the network, they were still people who needed to rest.

"What about the vampire den and Pontius, you make any deals with them?" Colt asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Feth no," Andy replied, "his power's consolidated here. If I made a deal with a vamp chances are Pontius wanted him dead anyway, plus I would have to kill Pontius and he's hiding like a kid in a pillow fort made out of other vampires. Have to take the roof off before dropping the bomb."

"That made no sense." Vegas said raising her eyebrow trying to understand what Andy had just said.

"Drop a bomb and you'll just get rid of the roof," Andy still held his position against the wall, "get rid of the roof and dropping the bomb makes sure it comes down on his bald little head."

"Pontius is bald?" Vegas asked.

"Dunno, I just think he is." Andy smiled, imagining Nospheratu from the old movies.

"We going to get that den any time soon?" Colt asked.

"Not before I eat." Andy replied, "I've had two bites of burger and a shake in almost 24 hours, no reason I should die hungry if they're going to get full."

"You're mind is twisted." Vegas started.

"I just have priorities, and my priorities say 'food'." Andy sat up andput his hand over his stomach, "This thing here is on empty, it's 11:12 and I'm going to go to Arby's across the street, I just need a car to go through the drive thru."

Andy walked off and began to ask some of the hunters in the compound for their car keys, two of them looked at the work being done on the truck and shook their heads. Colt and Vegas watched as one of them reluctantly gave Andy his keys and began to say something while pointinghis finger at him. Andy walked back to Colt and Vegas smiling and dangling the car keys in front of him.

"Come on, we're getting our roast beef on." Andy smiled as he helped pull Colt out of his chair, "We gotta be careful though because he said he'll rip my balls off and put them in my eye sockets if I get anything on the seats."

As they walked to the car, Andy could see why. The car was a black cadillac, Andy's jaw dropped as he realized that he was going to Arby's in a luxury vehicle.