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Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:@ NAchos
Remeber that Pinky has no vocal chords or tongue left or eyes for that matter

Oh and nowhere in the edited letter does it say that Pinkerton is a vamp

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:@ NAchos
Remeber that Pinky has no vocal chords or tongue left or eyes for that matter

Oh and nowhere in the edited letter does it say that Pinkerton is a vamp

But Pinkerton had still been transformed...correct?


EDIT:...And,even with out vocal chords,a tongue and eyes...a person could still write and nod/shake their head to yes and no questions...Pinkertons hearing was undamaged.

Holly wandered along the streets, not really going anywhere, but walking sub consciously, as she thought to herself about the chaos that had become her life in the past few days. All the violence, all the shouting, she’d been plunged into a world she could hardly even begin to fathom, and she was expected to cope completely with the changes. She didn’t even have anyone to turn to, to talk to, since Ryan had changed. Of course she couldn’t blame him, his brother had died. But Holly just couldn’t be around him unless she too became a wolf; seeing man become beast terrified her. Though he had removed himself from the pains of being a man, he had completely lost what made him different to every other dog in the city. What scared her more, was she feared if she too would end up like him. She became aware of something distinct amongst the smells of the city. It was only for a second, but Holly noticed the same smell she had been aware of the night before; Cheap Perfume, the very same. Of course, it could be complete coincidence, but Holly still was put on edge. Her gaze fell upon a small convoy of vehicles driving through the streets, and slowing down at the change of a traffic light. Fate had it that the cars stopped just feet from where Holly now stood; two cruisers and a Van. A van that the perfume seemed to be permeating from…


Holly just stood and stared.

FITZZ wrote:

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:@ NAchos
Remeber that Pinky has no vocal chords or tongue left or eyes for that matter

Oh and nowhere in the edited letter does it say that Pinkerton is a vamp

But Pinkerton had still been transformed...correct?

.

But without knowing what you're looking for the fangs shouldn't get too much notice ...... i hope

Andy is a hunter and knows the signs of vampirism. Andy asked the contact to look over Pinkerton to see if he had become anything. The contact was told to look in his mouth and the contact found fangs in Pinkerton's mouth. Because he isn't really furry and chewing on a bone it was safe for Andy to assume that Pinkerton had become a vampire. The sword proved it to be true and so on.

The officers now have video of Pinkerton turning to ashes because sunlight was allowed to be cast upon him.

Pinkerton couldn't talk or see, but he could write. I personally tried this out and even though it was sloppy and crooked I could very well write out words.

Soon you may be having to avoid Pontius as well as the hunters. *insert evil laugh here*

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:@ NAchos
Remeber that Pinky has no vocal chords or tongue left or eyes for that matter

Oh and nowhere in the edited letter does it say that Pinkerton is a vamp

But Pinkerton had still been transformed...correct?

.

But without knowing what you're looking for the fangs shouldn't get too much notice ...... i hope

I would think that Hunters would be able to identify a vampire on sight....

And pointing out the fangs to others would surely clue them into the fact that something was wrong...

....All this aside,Dumping Pinkerton at the Police station was probably a bad idea,though I get the motivation behind the action...it was ill concieved,I'm doing my best to attempt to intergrate it into the story line and move forward....

halonachos wrote:Andy is a hunter and knows the signs of vampirism. Andy asked the contact to look over Pinkerton to see if he had become anything. The contact was told to look in his mouth and the contact found fangs in Pinkerton's mouth. Because he isn't really furry and chewing on a bone it was safe for Andy to assume that Pinkerton had become a vampire. The sword proved it to be true and so on.

The officers now have video of Pinkerton turning to ashes because sunlight was allowed to be cast upon him.

Pinkerton couldn't talk or see, but he could write. I personally tried this out and even though it was sloppy and crooked I could very well write out words.

Soon you may be having to avoid Pontius as well as the hunters. *insert evil laugh here*

What's funny is that I also did a "test run" to see if I were capable of writing various lines you had Pinkerton write with my eyes closed.
In every case,though the writing was slanted...it was perfectly legiable.

ghosty wrote:Holly wandered along the streets, not really going anywhere, but walking sub consciously, as she thought to herself about the chaos that had become her life in the past few days. All the violence, all the shouting, she’d been plunged into a world she could hardly even begin to fathom, and she was expected to cope completely with the changes. She didn’t even have anyone to turn to, to talk to, since Ryan had changed. Of course she couldn’t blame him, his brother had died. But Holly just couldn’t be around him unless she too became a wolf; seeing man become beast terrified her. Though he had removed himself from the pains of being a man, he had completely lost what made him different to every other dog in the city. What scared her more, was she feared if she too would end up like him. She became aware of something distinct amongst the smells of the city. It was only for a second, but Holly noticed the same smell she had been aware of the night before; Cheap Perfume, the very same. Of course, it could be complete coincidence, but Holly still was put on edge. Her gaze fell upon a small convoy of vehicles driving through the streets, and slowing down at the change of a traffic light. Fate had it that the cars stopped just feet from where Holly now stood; two cruisers and a Van. A van that the perfume seemed to be permeating from…


Holly just stood and stared.

Oh snap! Silly, Ghosty is calling your character a cheap floosey, you just going to take that?

BIC:

The convoy had momentarily stopped at a traffic light, it had been the thrid one so far and it was really getting on Andy's nerves. He wanted this done quickly which is why he hadn't taken the time to change in the hospital and opted for changing in the van. The decision had been mostly okay, he only hit his head on the floor of the van once while getting his pants on. It seems that the lead officer had far enough of this waiting as well and he turned his sirens on. The second cruiser turned his lights on and waved for the van to get in front. Soon the convoy was on its way slowly, but surely to the station where the officers would share the video and Andy would be cleared. As the convoy pulled away Vegas spotted a woman with blue hair staring at the van blankly. The image was a bit disturbing, but luckily the sirens were enough to keep her from thinking too much.
.....

As the convoy approached the station the officers turned off their sirens and pulled into the garage along with the van. Officer Fuller stepped out of his vehicle and approached the van.

"I'm going to go in and spread the video and the news around." he said, obviously worried about the reaction the whole station would have to seeing the one man they all wanted dead, "I'll call Grange when you guys can come in." With that Officer Fuller stepped inside the station and began to show the others the video. Soon enough a crowd had gathered around him and he began to tell them about what had happened in the hospital. Their shock at watching the good detective just shrivel up and turn to ashes made them open to the suggestion that Andy wasn't the real killer. In fact it opened their minds to a whole lot of things like getting their families out of the city or holing up away from the monsters.

"There are some hunters in a van outside." Fuller told them all, "They want us to help them with this thing, and if it means killing whatever did this to Pinky I'm all up for it!" he said aloud as if he was giving a pep talk to a football team. The crowd murmured unassuredly about helping kill these things that once were figments of the imagination, "Listen to me!" Fuller shouted to get their attention, "They have these weapons that make vampires and stuff shake in their boots, literally. One of them just held it near Pinkerton and he couldn't stand it so we know it works."

"Who's we?" an officer asked.

"Grange and I, we saw him do it." Fuller responded. The officer's faces began to light up as if they had heard about a real life superman.

"Can we see it?" another asked.

"I'm sure they'll let us see it and ask questions." Fuller replied happily, "They seem like alright guys to me, and they want to protect this city as much as we do.". Fuller called Grange on the phone and told him to let the hunters come in, but most importantly he wanted them to bring the sword in because the rest of the officers wanted to see it. Grange looked at Miranda in the driver's seat, "The guys want to see y'all, and bring that sword with you. They really want to see that.". Miranda nodded and Andy opened the back of the van to get out, he had sheathed the sword in some old leather he had found in the farm house. He didn't have a belt attachment for it yet, but he was going to work on that. The trio of hunters entered the station and the crowd of officers went silent. They had expected muscular men or something from one of the blade movies, but they saw only two young women and a young man with a ballcap.

"These are the hunters?" one of the officers whispered to another.

"Hello everyone." Andy took the silence as an oportune time to start talking, "We're with the hunter network. From your reaction I guess that we're not what you expected to see, but I assure you that we have indeed slayed vampires and werewolves alike. Since I've been in the city I have been personally responsible for the death of two vampires and one werewolf. My younger friend here has killed a vampire and a werewolf, and this other hunter has just arrived with some new weapons for us to fight them." Andy lifted the sword into the air.

The officers began to focus on the sword, it had to be special looking. As Andy unsheathed it, it looked like it was made out of silver or something. "This sword is over a thousand years old," Andy began, "it was forged in ancient Egypt by hunters there. It makes vampires cringe and goes through them like a knife through butter. My friend has a dagger that does the same kind of damage to vampires and I currently hold another dagger made especially to kill werewolves. There is another weapon we seek in the city, but we need your cooperation to get it."

As Andy kept talking, Nash began to get a serious headache.

I too, tried writing with my eyes closed. Not to prove or disprove anything, but more for the merriment of writing like a fool!

@Fitzz - Stuffs back on track.

Congratulations everyone, we know how to write with our eyes closed. To everyone who could, close your eyes and high five the monitor!

ghosty wrote:I too, tried writing with my eyes closed. Not to prove or disprove anything, but more for the merriment of writing like a fool!

@Fitzz - Stuffs back on track.

...Well it seems we've had enough people run "test"...and it's decided...one can indeed write with out benifit of sight...


.......I don't know that everything is "back on track"...but...I suppose everything is "functional" again...

We've now reached "Amtrak" status.

halonachos wrote:We've now reached "Amtrak" status.

...Indeed..

Ok bit of a heads up....it's my intentions to have to RP reach it's "exciting climax" on the night of the full moon (Game time)...or the "Blood Moon" as Lukos calls it...this means that for the most part we have two more days..(Game wise) until most PCs/NPCs will be facing "End Game"....

The more I think about it, "End Game" should be the name of a bad guy.

halonachos wrote:The more I think about it, "End Game" should be the name of a bad guy.

...Or Tombstones son...

Tombstone can't have a kid, everyone knows that bikers can't have kids.

halonachos wrote:Tombstone can't have a kid, everyone knows that bikers can't have kids.

.... ....That's going to come as a huge shock to several friends of mine....

Then they're not real bikers.

halonachos wrote:Then they're not real bikers.

...Well...they don't behave like the characters in the old American International movies....but...they all ride Harleys, Hold patches,and in general,fit the "Biker motif"...they all also have quite a few "rug rats" rushing about their homes.

.......But...now I'm derailing my own RP... ....Bikers not withstanding...Let's get back to the business of killing each others characters.

Andy hopped on a Harley and began to ride around the city. Several women holding kids ran up to him screaming "You're the father!" at him.

Andy stopped his harley and looked at the women and the kids. "They're not my kids." Andy said while putting on a pair of sunglasses.

"Yes they are!" several of them shouted.

"NO! I'm a biker and bikers can't have kids, everyone knows that!" Andy replied as he revved the engine. He instantly sprouted a leather jacket from his back and watched as the real fathers of the children arrived to announce their fathership of the children. The families were reunited as Andy's Harley shot flames from the back and rocketed into the sky where he saw Jesus riding a Harley with a raptor Jesus painted on the side. Jesus gave Andy a thumbs up as the sun glinted off of his sunglasses and the two rode into the sun to meet up with Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny for the most kick ass party in the sun ever.

Ya know Nachos...You have caused me to spit more beer/coffee/water/soda onto my keyboard than any other poster on Dakka...

Sorry about that. I spilt spaghetti on mine once if that counts for anything.

halonachos wrote:Sorry about that. I spilt spaghetti on mine once if that counts for anything.

..It's all good Nachos...Spaghetti huh?...worst I've done is a gob of Taco Bell grilled stuffed burrito...while reading an episode of "Avoid the Commisar..."

The body of Nash slumped over in his chair, the blood drained from his face, a faint mist leaking into the vents from his mouth, too dispersed to be noticed by the men in the room. Nash awoke with a start, looking around the room rather confused, blinking his eyes as if awaking from a deep sleep. He couldn't remember his name, or where he was, or who he was, his memories sucked away by the Mist, his mind a blank slate.

"We must fade, become naught but shadows in the night. Showing ourselves only when we are forgotten, when the Cattle have forgotten how to fight us." Those words formed the basis of Vampyre society, ensuring their dominion over the Humanii for all eternity. Now, a single foolish Childe threatened to expose them for all the world to see. They could not let that happen. Shoving the door open, Oliver and the two Opriknikki strode into the room, anger etched on their pale faces. Oliver carried a golden kris, it's edge glowing with faint light, in his right hand, his sword was clenched in his grip. The huge Russians carried massive iron sabers, brandishing them with cruel eagerness. The Gladiator rose to his feet. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice full of anger. "Longinous, the Gladiator, your life is mine..."

Who called my char a sloozy

Revenge!!

will write something......was supposed to write something today.
But my clan needed me.

Watch this space..............

* Player Event*

It appears Pontious is very displeased with Longinous and has sent Oliver and company to do away with him and his fellows...

I already have Mordo's combat actions PM
Larkin I need yours...

....I will then do combat resolutions and write up the event..

sillyboy wrote:Who called my char a sloozy

Revenge!!

will write something......was supposed to write something today.
But my clan needed me.

Watch this space..............

I understand busy schedules Silly...but try to post something as you can,as I'm toying with the idea of "liquidating" Inactive PCs...

BIC:

Sky looked at the officers surrounding Andy and worshipping the sword. Why did guys always wanted the big toys? She swirrled her blade on the top of her finger, like a basketball player. Not that she liked basket, but she could do it. The new arrival stood behind Andy carefully listening what happend. She was some sort of higher hunter in the network, was she one of the leaders? This was something that intrigued her, the illusive leaders. Who were they........what were there purposes? She didn't know, she could only hope for the best. Vegas looked at the crow still babbling on with Andy, this could take a while. She passed the crowd and started looking for the coffee machine. After asking the way at a new recruit she stood next to the coffee machine. She slurped the delicious beverage and gazed outside. A lot of civilians were walking around, blisfully unaware of the danger. She suddenly came aware of a young woman staring at her from across the road. Her hair spickled with blue, the girl crept in her mind and remembered her of Holly. Too bad she was missing for over a decade now. She tried to think how life would be if she never left. She tried as hard as she could, but no visions erupted. Vegas threw the cup in the bin and returned to Andy's admirers. She didn't noticed the blue haired girl still starring at the window.

FITZZ wrote:I understand busy schedules Silly...but try to post something as you can,as I'm toying with the idea of "liquidating" Inactive PCs...

What would happen if i renamed my pc : "Active"?

sillyboy wrote:

FITZZ wrote:I understand busy schedules Silly...but try to post something as you can,as I'm toying with the idea of "liquidating" Inactive PCs...

What would happen if i renamed my pc : "Active"?

Then you would get a free awesome pass and be granted the "Wand of doughnuts"...which transforms any enemy into a pile of delicious bite sized chocolate doughnuts which are then consumed by the ghost of John Belushi...