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Roadtrip

"Wake up you lazy dog" Dimitri said shaking Artyom." Artyom get your ass up we leave for Czech in 2 hours, we still have to load everything and fire a few test shots before we leave" Dimitri said before slugging Artyom in the stomach. "Im going to get you!" Artyom rasped. "Get me later, start packing." Artyom and Dimitri were the two youngest boys in a 9 Child and father hunting family. " Dimitri, which car are you taking?" Their mother said. "The blue truck" Artyom blurted while eating some toast. "Why are you boys going to take a truck?" Perset asked.He was the firstborn and a great fighter. "We have to go to Czech to reinforce some hunters there."Dimitri responded holding up a letter. The Nikovs were a well known hunter family with a large estate, many vehicles, and many weapons to back up that statement. Al male Nikovs had to serve the military, as ordered by their great grandfather."Who is leaving for Czech? Dimitri? All alone, my boy bring Perset or leny!" The father said coming out of the bathroom. "Father, me and Artyom are going to Czech as a sniper team" Dimitri cooly replied" Besides only Us and perset arn't out on a hunt." It was true. The 6 others were hunting a Grubah with some help from other hunter familys in Siberia. All Nikovs knew the danger of a grubah and even though 6 men was enough, no one wanted to come home with half a skull.

"Target, 600 meters." Dimtri said looking throught he range finder." Two targets moving up 300 meters and closing. Enemy sniper, he hasn't spotted us, 1400 meters" Dimitri informed artyom cooly." Im taking the shot at the sniper" Artyom replied adjusting himself" The one in the rocks?" "Yes" the shot was silenced by the suppresor, but it still sounded loud. Artyom was a crackshot in all ways. Rubber bullets started to go off around them and Dimitri returned fire with his Ak-74. They were using normal bullets, not silver tipped. The gunrange they had could be used to set up a mockbattle. The targets fired Rubber bullets with sometimes supprising accuracy. Ok they were done.

Artyom woke up startled by the hit given to him with the back of his brothers hand."donkey-cave"He muttered. They had arrived at prauge.

I'll post something up later, first of all, I gotta remember why Wilfred Owen was such a mopey git.

I'll do mine later too...

@Kais

Priorities my friend, Vegas cares about Holly....Rachel cares about Dez...

I'm thinking my next rp will be rachel....I have something special in store for her (in the next few rp's)

Do it now sillyboy...

... the power of the force compels you...

... but also, I think that she would ask anyway seeing as they are looking for both Holly and Dez...

Woot, friend gave me:

- Prince of persia
- Battle for middle earth two
- Assasin Creed II
- Assasin Creed brotherhood

I'm so happy right now

fething lucky S.O.B.

I remember the old POP's, still got em...

... only got first AC ...

6 months ago

'Police reports indicate that the chaos of Empire City could have been averted if heavy budget cuts had not been implemented nearly a year before, the mayor's office has declined to comment on these aligations.

In other news, a car found abandoned on the route 93 just west of Boulder City in Nevada belonged to a Earl M Greening, a resident of Las Vegas, Police have indicated family members have been informed, but there is no sign of Mr Greening at this time Early reports suggest he may have abandoned the car and absconded due to outstanding alimony payments.'

...look back in silence, the cradle of your whole life...

The red corvette stingray flowed under the lights of Las Vegas as it swept down west flamingo road past Jones Plaza heading slowly east. Scarlett gazed out of the drivers window at the sparkle of lights and endless wandering mortals.

...there in the distance, loosing its greatest pride...

Nero glanced at her as he found the amount of colour and people around almost over stimulating. He could smell vibrant life in the air, and a heavy scent of corruption and sin. A perfect place for Vampires to hunt. Pausing he looked at the wallet of Earl Greening he held in his hands and stared at the strange plastic cards and other items within. This modern world was so alien to him, but at the same time, so wonderful.

...nothing is easy, nothing is sacred.. Why?...

"No wonder you like it so much here" he muttered staring at a group of women screaming and laughing as they walking along the side walk in tight fitting clothes.
His eyes glittered at the sight of the female form in such a decadent item of clothing, humanity had fallen a little since the last time he walked the night air.

"Is it always like this?"

...where did the bow break? it happened before your time...

Scarlett smiled as she pulled around a slowing car, she indicated as she crossed the lane and followed the outside lane towards a turning to the right.

"yes, and it only gets better in the small hours" she grinned wickedly at him from behind the sunglasses she had insisted on wearing once they reached the city limits.

...there where people there, lovely as you've ever cared. Tonight...

"I may like this town as well then." His eyes returning to the Humans lost to the city lights and excess that plagued them in these darker nights.

"Oh I have no doubt." She said as she spotted the Rain up ahead.

...Baby you can start again...

The stingray pulled right, crossing over the road coming the other way and glided into the parking lot of the Rain Nightclub, pulling around to the side, she found a empty space and parked. She looked up at the sign, it had been upgraded since her last visit. At least Mario was keeping pace with the rest of the strip.

...Laughing in the open air, have yourself another dream. Tonight...

"So this place is?" Nero asked as he stepped out of the car. A week of travel from Empire had adjusted his perception of the modern carriage and he was finding it easier to use every passing day.

...Maybe we can start again...

Scarlett turned and looked at him with a broad smile.

"Mine"

Nero smirked to himself at her confidence now she was back in this strange city, following the younger Vampire as she led him towards the main entrance and the group of men who seemed to be guarding the doors.

"Are you sure they will welcome you back with open arms?" Nero asked as they walked.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes as she carried on forward.

"Of course, I've always found a welcome here in the city of Sin."


..maybe we can start again...

...maybe we can start again...

...maybe...


The backhand smashed the cheekbone of Scarlett as she rolled over the large oak desk and crashed into an ornate 15th century suit of Romanian armour. a Pike slashed down and chinked the stone floor near her right leg as she scrambled to get to her feet. The vast figure was on her in seconds grabbing her by the hair and throwing her like a rag doll twenty feet into the far wall near a large bookcase with a crack of several ribs.

She cried out as she tried to stand but the shadow was upon her again, a meaty hand around her throat as it lifted her up like a trophy.

"Sasha, hold." came a voice to their right, it was a thick Romanian accent, unchanged after living with the beauty of splendour of Las Vegas and the greater United States for near on two hundred years.

Scarlett looked over to the Vampire in a plush pin stripped grey suit, she was bleeding from the lip, nose and her right ear, but ignored it, focusing only on Dimitry Alexandrescu, Prince of Las Vegas, a handsome dark haired man of eastern European noble stock. The brute of a Opriknikki grasping her throat stared at his master without a word or move, Scarlett didn't struggle, she was no match for the monster.

"Six months Elizabet, you have been in my city for six months, I let you back, let you return without a question, and now this."

She tried to speak, but all that came was a gasp from her pinned vocal cords. Dimitry motioned to Sasha and leant back against the desk, ignoring his scattered papers. Scarlett was released and fell three feet to the floor crumpling down onto her knees. She looked up and gazed at the large open room, it was in the heart of the Princes home, a mansion lost amongst the country clubs on the west side of the city.

"Not a act against you." she finally said while pulling at her throat.

His eyes darkened and he glared at her.

"Not an act against me, how else do you think I should read it? You are trying to find information about some ancient Kindred here Elizabet, ancient magic, some very dangerous stuff that makes me very nervous. When I get nervous."

The click of the fingers echoed in Scarlett's ears for a second before Sasha's kick flung her across the room and she smashed into the wall to the far left of the Prince. Sasha bounded across the room after her and yanked her back up and slammed her hard into the wall cracking a stone slab behind her. The Opriknikki's scarred features scowled with a hiss as he grlared nose to nose, and let her drop, sliding down the stones of the wall onto her rear with a groan of pain.

"Now you better explain yourself, or I will just tell Sasha to finish you right now!"

Scarlett looked up weakly, she had nothing left to say.

"That magic has already been used." Snapped a voice, as a figure strode into the room.

Dimitry met the gaze of the approaching Nero as an equal, noting the thick robe the Kindred always seemed to wear. Sasha stepped forward to assault the intruder eagerly but the Prince held up his hand and stared at the ancient Vampire before him.

"Ah the mentor." He mused.

"Do not step ahead of yourself Alexandrescu, I remember you in youth as a fledgling Vampir, you know I would not speak for her if she was not worth my words."

Dimitry paused, he looked towards Scarlett, then back to Nero, he knew this Kindred, it would be a bloody fight if he pushed forward with this, he pondered the options and growled.
"I respect you elder, so I will accept your council, but she is to stay in your care. That magic is highly risky, I dread to think what she used it for."

Nero glanced back toward Scarlett as she was helped to her feet by another figure in a hooded cloak.
"Not what you would expect Alexandrescu, not what you would expect."

The Prince looked slight bemused at the comment, and then waved them out of his chamber, turning back to his seat with a snarl of anger, before pausing.
"Up until now I have been most charitable in my dealings with young miss Crawley, that time may soon come to an end, I will discuss this matter with the council."

Nero paused for a moment, he had suspected the wind may blow this way once the news broke about the ritual. He made sure that Scarlett had been helped from the room, and then stepped to the door. Taking a long bow he raised himself and gave a respectful nod.

"As is your right Prince of Las Vegas, we will await judgement."

Dimitry didn't watch the ancient leave, he walked to the window and stared at the figures moving out of the main doors below a few moments later. He watched as Elizabeth was helped into the limo, and the strange hooded figure moved in beside her, then Nero headed out. The ancient pausing to look up to the window before getting in and the vehicle pulled away.

"Sasha, find Branislava, I need her to investigate something for me."
With a growl, the huge Opriknikki stalked from the room and left the Prince to his thoughts.

...only the young can break away, break away...

Impressive.....(can't find an other word to describe it )

I agree with Silly...

... on a side note, silly do your post...

*cracks whip*

Kais do that event you promised for your rp *Cracks whip*

*points a pointy object at kaiser*
do it!

I'm doing that in a week as I promised...

It takes time...

I still don't believe anyone (especially Fitzz and other VtM players) noticed what i called my bar

(I would like to present my intro, and also I would like to take this time and thank Silly for the awesome job he did on my character's pic, its fething nice! )

The fire crackled and sparked in the night air. all around the trees of the small glen whispered with their leaves as the wind blew gently through them. A gloved hand stoked the fire with a stick, sending sparks and embers wavering into the air above the flames. The hand retracted into the lab of a dark figure who sat, staring at the flames, alone in the glen. His hat shadowed his eyes and the shroud around his neck covered his mouth and nose, anyone who saw him from afar wouldn't be able to recognize him. Syd Harlow took the kebab next to him and propped over the flames. On it were several large chunks of bloody meat, his stomach growled at the sight of it, he was almost hungry enough to eat the thing raw, he had been lucky to find that wild pig out here in the forests of...

For a moment he forgot where he was, so hectic had the past few weeks of his miserable life been. He reminded himself he was in Europe, although internally he told himself it didn't matter where he was, they would find him, they always did...

Harlow looked up into the night sky, he could just see a large patch of it over the canopy of the trees around him. His eyes found the moon, that silver white orb that had been the measure of his life as a human for so long now. It was half visible in the inky evening sky where the stars showed brightly around it. Only a couple more weeks until the full moon, and with it, the curse. Harlow looked at his human hands in disgust, His own body, the only thing he had left was lost to him every time the moon became full, it was the most horrible thing Harlow could imagine, blurry images of raging, fur covered, maniac howling, claws, meat, and blood criss crossed his mind. He tried to batter them away and supress them, mostly because they were so gruesome to him but also because he knew there was a bestial side of his mind that relished in such things.

As the meat cooked on the flames , Harlow laid back, hugging the blanket around him tighter to ward off the cold night air, he could see his own breath it was so cold. He brought out a small nickel plated object and put it to his mouth, the sweet and sad notes of a harmonica seemed to roar in the silence of the woods. Harlow knew there was nobody this deep in these woods at this time of night, so he played on, this one activity being the only thing that brought him solace anymore. Next to him, leaning on its kickstand was his motorcycle, the only means of transportation left to him. He would need to fuel it up soon but not now. Tonight, he rested, he ate, and he waited. His eyes again sought the sky and the moon and this time, the memories flooded back more clearly...

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Two weeks earlier....

He sat at the bar, his head and shoulders hunched over the small shot glass full of whiskey that sat in front of him. His mind was foggy from the five other shot glasses he had already downed and now he just sat in silence as he had when he had walked in an hour ago. The bar was empty except for him and the barkeeper who was busy cleaning the other side of the bar off with a white rag. The barkeeper noticed the duffel bag sittin on the stool next to Harlow and spoke for the first time since Harlow had walked in.

"Going somewhere?"

Harlow did nothing at first, then, after a few moments he looked briefly at his bag and then back at the shot glass

"I'm taking a plane to Europe tomorrow."

The barkeeper nodded and smiled.

"Vacation?"

Harlow raised his head and looked at the Barkeeper with a smirk

"I do need to get away from a few things if that's what your asking."

The barkeeper turned and grabbed a bottle of the whiskey that Harlow was drinking and poured himself a shot. he picked up the glass and raised it about a foot above the bar.

"To getting away." He said lowly.

"Amen." Harlow echoed and they both threw their glasses back and drank.

Outside, in the setting sun, the door of a vehicle was slammed shut. Harlow's countenance immediately darkened although the barkeeper didn't notice and went back to cleaning.

"Get behind something." Harlow said in a gruff voice without looking up from his empty glass

"What?" The barkeeper replied confused.

"Get down and stay down till its over." Harlow said again, not moving. The barkeeper's eyes darted from Harlow to the door and back again, finally, he ducked behind the bar and stayed there.

Footsteps could be heard crunching the gravel outside the door for a few moments. The door opened to reveal three men dressed in black and carrying automatic weapons. The group walked in and spread out, covering the front door, their eyes fixed on the only other visible occupant in the room who sat at the bar, still looking at his glass in front of him.

Awkward moments passed in silence until the leader of the group, a young man carrying a suppressed Mac-10, took a single step forward.

"Syd Harlow, your not and easy man to find." he said mockingly, like a child about to win a prize from a game booth at a fair.

It was at that moment that Harlow looked into the mirror in front of him at the rear of the bar, he saw in it the image of the assailants and smiled. He could tell just ny their attire and manner that they were not as he feared, hunters, just some gangster punks trying to get back at Harlow for stealing from their bosses. Easy meat.

"Your a long way from home kid, you should go back to New York, it'd save you a whole lot of trouble." Harlow shot, he saw in the mirror, the leader of the group's expression change from pleasure to disdain. He pointed his gun at Harlow, the others did the same.

"Nobody tells me what to do geezer, and nobody steals from us either." The punk shot back cockily.

"Turn around, and walk right back out that door, kid, and you just might live to see tomorrow." Harlow growled, his voice low and threatening.

That did it, without another word, the group opened fire, before their crazed lines of bullets could touch Harlow, however, he sprang to his feet and leapt over the bar, huddling behind it next to the barkeeper. Both of them covered their heads as the bullets sparked and chipped wood and glass onto their heads. The stream of fire eventually halted for a moment, Harlow reached into his pocket and threw several hundred dollar bills on the ground next to the speechless barkeeper.

"Whats this for?" He asked.

"This." Harlow said, pulling out a double barreled shotgun from his duster and pointing it at the single light above the bar that was one, the gun boomed and darkness covered the bar. nobody could see what was happening. The three gangsters stood fidgety in the gloom, waiting for something to come into visibility so they could shoot it. Another boom of gunfire echoed loudly in the wooden walls, aimed at the gangsters which forced them to duck. While they were taking cover, a figure dashed through the back door and was gone in a moment.

"He's running! Get to the truck we'll cut him off!" The leader yelled and his lackeys rushed out of the front with him, leaving the bewildered barkeeper in the darkness to ponder what the hell had just happened.

For Harlow, the rest of that sunset was spent weaving down country roads, deeper into the country on his motorcycle as the gangsters trailed him. Finally, after having lost him with the sky darkening and the moon rising, they found his motorcycle and cornered him in a small cemetery. The truck pulled up to it, and five goons came out, all with weapons, all looking for Harlow. It was dark now, they used flashlights to scan the area....

They found him standing on a platformed tomb, covered in a blanket, his clothes folded up next to him with his hat resting on it.

"Turn around donkey-cave!" The leader of the group commanded, each of the others aimed their weapons in the darkness. Harlow didn't respond, instead, he sighed and bowed his head.

"Did your boss tell you who he wanted you to kill?"

"Turn around or I'll shoot you right now!" The punk yelled impatiently, aiming his weapon.

"Of course not, he doesn't even know who he's trying to kill." Harlow said softly.

The sound of a wolf's howl somewhere in the distance of the woods echoed in the night air. Harlow's eyes lifted to the sky, he beheld the silver orb, full in the sky, and stared at it intently...

The change was swift and horrible, fur and fangs, muscle and sinew, the blanket fell away, the monster was unleashed, the snarling the howling, the slashing and the fury was unleashed. Blood boiled in Harlow's veins, rage unhindered poured from his eyes. Wrath and blood in equal amounts were savagely spilled in the darkness. Shots rang out, screams of terror, flashes of light and crunching of bone...Then, silence......

Three days later the bodies of five gangsters were found in the cemetery by authorities investigating the incident at the bar. Their remains were unidentifiable, blood had been pooled in one huge puddle, it looked as though some enraged animal had slaughtered and eaten them and there was practically nothing resembling human.

By that time Harlow was already in Europe, and hopefully for a time, he had gotten away.

OOC - @Hlaine - No I didn't either.

Hehe, oddly I used it more in the Jyhad/V:TES than its actually location in the setting. Was a damn fine card

BIC: ….. Interbellum part 4…

The sun climbed the blue, and let its light shine over the frozen landscape. Ice cracked as water tried to fulfill their ancient struggle to reach the ocean. The light reached a gas station that has seen better days. Long icicles softly dripping onto the ground. On the parking lot stood a lone armored jeep. Snow heavily packed on its dense steel plates. A heap fell of as the front door opened, revealing Rachel jumping out the car. She fell on her knees an vomited on the ground. Her head trembled as she tried to contain the reflexes. Small chunks of digested food spilled over the virgin white. Rachel tried to get on her wobbly feet but failed as she emptied her stomach once again. It was like her own body revolted against her. After several minutes she finally got up, her head still dizzing.

She still felt the need to vomit, but there simply wasn’t anything left in her stomach. She crossed the parking lot into the gas station. A bell chirped, she growled as her head responded to the irritating sound. An old radio churning out “jailhouse rock” didn’t improved it one single bit. An old waitress appeared in front of her, the layers of makeup couldn’t hide her age. She sneered something in Russian towards her. Rachel didn’t know any Russian, but it was clear that the maid hated her. It wouldn’t surprise her if the waitress hated every single soul that stepped foot in here. Rachel passed her, ignoring her increased activity of flinging strange words at her. She stepped in the restroom and closed the door behind her.

Rachel saw her own image reflected in the mirror, small chunks of vomit clinging onto her vest, her hair seemingly defying gravity. It even came clear to her own fuzzy mind, why the waitress didn’t like her. She looked like a junkie. She pulled the vest of and tried to cleanse it, using water. She ignored the hard knocks on the door. After a long time she considered the vest to be purged of filth. Now it was her turn. She gazed once more in the mirror trying to find the dirty zones. She couldn’t help herself staring at her enlarged belly. Why did this happen? She asked herself while she softly caressed her tummy. She wasn’t meant to be….She couldn’t…..

Dez….

She tore her eyes from her belly and fixed it on her face. This was something she had control over. After a long time of fanatically cleansing her hair and face. She considered herself… less junkie like. At least now she could show herself again amongst people. She opened the door, the waitress stood there accompanied by a scrawny little man. His eyes burrowed in its sockets. She felt for the man having to work with the angry waitress who had never yelled stopping at her. The smell of coffee burned in her nostrils, she was hungry but she knew her stomach would resist. Instead she saw a chart laying on the counter.

She grabbed it pushing the aggressive waitress away. She quickly walked outside crossing the distance between her and the armored jeep. The waitress appeared out of the gas station. Yelling obscene curses that would make truck drivers blush. Rachel crawled back into the safety of her jeep. “Oh, I you just had suspension” she muttered at the jeep. She opened the chart and immediately her eye landed on Saint Petersburg.” Vegas…. “ The mighty engine roared to life, content that it could storm the highway once more. Leaving an old tattered waitress behind, who now vented her fury on the little scrummy guy.

@Warork

You're welcome

And a double barelled shotgun... How did you dare!

sillyboy wrote:@Warork

You're welcome

And a double barelled shotgun... How did you dare!

(What? I was just--- *reads silly's profile again* ohhhh.....

If you want, I'll change it up, I saw your pic and figured you preferred a pistol, my bad! )

No worries, just joking around...

Maybe later, we can have a double barreled shoot off

Standing from 200 paces apart, so that neither of you can actually cause any significant damage to the other? So you just stand there awkwardly, reloading after every two shots, until, eventually, you run out of ammo. At this point, feeling you've got to know each other, Vegas is asked out to a bar by Syn, where you eventually, after a love based montage, get married, have kids, get on the floor, open a door, and do the dinosaur. Not necessarily in that order.

ghosty wrote:Standing from 200 paces apart, so that neither of you can actually cause any significant damage to the other? So you just stand there awkwardly, reloading after every two shots, until, eventually, you run out of ammo. At this point, feeling you've got to know each other, Vegas is asked out to a bar by Syn, where you eventually, after a love based montage, get married, have kids, get on the floor, open a door, and do the dinosaur. Not necessarily in that order.

(@ Ghosty ...........................................

I'm not even sure how to respond to that

But my immediate reaction is that I don't think that a hunter/supernatural entity relationship would work, too many professional boundaries being crossed.......

yeah thats why it wont work....

BTW that's going in my sig )

Toppling like Dominos- Part 2/3

The sound of the Dukati was like a thunder clap in the empty streets of old town. The roar of the enormous engine, the whoosh of air by the homeless and the drug dealers. They were the dregs of society, those who make a living off of the misery or the charity of others. Old town is dark, dismal and horrific. Gunshots can be heard in the air as often as the screams of domestic abuse. Coke and meth are household names, as are Glock and Gat. Nothing is safe, almost every car is on blocks, and those that aren't are burned out. Everyone lives under the poverty line. Even the police are scared to come here, due to a crime rate that is higher than the population. 999 calls from here are ignored, if at all they come in. "Street Vigils" as they are called, rule this place. They keep the justice, but deliver it to the lowest bidder. The rich are safe from all crime, and the poor are framed.

Prague Old Town is a horrible place. But it is a haven, if you know where to look.

Storing the Dukati behind a dumpster to hide it, Musater walked up to his drug dealer, a man known as Chris R. He is the best drug dealer in Prague, always with the best stuff, for the best prices.

"Back for the missus, I see?" Chris asked. He was wearing a greasy wife beater, gun in the wasteband of his sweatpants.
"Yep."
"Same as always? Ha, I know. Let's see... this should be good."

Musater took the bag of Meth from Chris, storing it in his jacket pocket. Nodding to Chris, he pulled the bag of money from his other pocket and tossed it.

"Whatever you need, I got it, baby!"

Now that the prescription was filled, he needed to go get some dinner. Walking to 8th street, the most crime ridden shithole in the city, Musater slung his body bag over his shoulder. The sound of dogs barking and the sound of abuse was filling his ears. He picked the loudest building, a ratty apartment complex about 7 stories high. Using his unnaturally good hearing, he deduced that the 4th floor was the noisiest. Walking in, he jogged up the stairs, towards the 4th floor.

Once he got there, he realized all the noise was one family. The sounds of breaking, slapping, crying, and screaming were coming from room 4D. Using his lockpick, he broke in.

"Shut up, bitch!" The man told his wife, slapping her bruised and bloodied body to the floor. "Huh? What the feth do you want, huh? You want to fething mess with me?"
"Actually, yes." Musater turned to the woman. "Do you want me to kill your husband?"
"... What?" She was stunned, crying as the blood flowed out of her nose.
"I asked you a question. I will ask it only one more time. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Kill. Your. Husband."
The woman nodded, crying even harder now. Not out of fear and pain, but of joy.
"I will ask you to leave the room. I will call you when the deed is-"

The husband swung. Musater caught his fist and squeezed, breaking the man's head. Throwing him to the ground, he stomped on his head a few times.

"I will ask you again. Please leave."

The woman ran into the bedroom. There was a lot of blood on the mattress.

"Do your wife love you?" Musater asked, while taking out his machete.
"That stupid bitch? Of course not?"
"The you shall die an unloved man."

The machete cut clean through his neck, only slightly pausing at the spine, before severing it. Hacking up the rest of the limbs, Musater got the bleach from the bag and began to pour.

"You can come out." Called Musater to the woman as he was placing his limbs into the bag.

The woman nervously walked in, nearly passing out from the smell of the bleach.

"Your husband died in a gang war. They will only find his head. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now you owe me one favor. I will call upon you soon for this favor. Understand?

Once again, she nodded

"Excellent. Goodbye."

Musater left with the groceries slung over his shoulder.

(gotta say, that was pretty cool chowder )

Thanks mate. I'm trying to make Musater an ass to those who are not friends with him, or are Humanii, but a charmer to fellow Lycan and his inner circle.

OOC - Liking everything posted so far, although might be a fair few posts beofre I see anyone across a crowded room.

Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:@Hlaine - No I didn't either.

Hehe, oddly I used it more in the Jyhad/V:TES than its actually location in the setting. Was a damn fine card

I agree, it was pretty good, KoT was an epic set

Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:OOC - Liking everything posted so far, although might be a fair few posts beofre I see anyone across a crowded room.

yeah, me too... i'm guessing at 4 to 5 rp's until i get to Prague...

Wait! We have to stay HERE!

"Yes Artyom, we ARE staying in old town, I forgot to pick up enough money for a Decent hotel. DOn't worry the motels here are cheap, I will get dad to send Persat down here with more bullets, and money." Dimitri explained to his younger brother." Fine, I'll stay at the motel and watch a movie or two, what again are you doing?" Artyom asked. "Im going shopping, then I'll pick up dinner from one of the McDonalds or whatever cheap fast food we can get here." Artyom sighed after hearing Dimitri say that. "Fine. Im going to sit down with our weapons and clean them." "Nope, Im taking my glock." Dimitri demanded"These are rough neighborhoods, im taking my pistol."

Dimitri headed to an apartment the letter told him he would need to go."A-5 A-6 A-7 Ahhh here it is A-8" Dimitri muttered. The letter told him to kick down the door and shoot the inhabitants. He took a deep breath." Who the F*CK are you!" Somebody screamed out from behind the door. Supposedly the man helped wolves and other Undesirables eat, or he would get them money. If dimitri did this the group would except both Dimitri or Artyom, because frankly Artyom was one of the best shots in Russia. Now was this true. Maybe? He was definantly in the top 10 or 15. Dimitri, well he wasn't in any of his baby brothers heroic storys, but he was related and had Balls, so they gave him a chance. He shot through the door three times and was satisfied with a heavy 'THUD' now to go do his errands.

"McDonalds.Man they are on every fething coner." Dimitri thought walking back to the motel with two papaer grocerie bags and a plastic bag with dinner. He had all of the bags in or under his left arm. He had his Glock in his coat pocket, easily accesible."Gimme your money you ugly bit**" A man called out pulling a switch." GodDam**t I can see the hotel and I have to shoot a guy. Eh oh well." He said shooting the man in a swift movement." Im supposed to be saving these people, such a shame" Dimitri thought with a deep sigh.