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Post by Darko on Feb 6, 2016 21:06:10 GMT
"Nova City? I hear it's got a great nightlife. No, really, you have to see it to believe it!" - unknown
"I do miss sunsets," reminisced Victor, one hand in his pocket, the other idly swirling his glass of deep red wine. "They were beautiful. Usually they meant the end of a nice night out, perhaps after watching one with your girlfriend - or boyfriend, depending on which way you swing. Can't say anything without being 'politically incorrect' these days," he chuckled.
The other occupant of the room did not reply.
"Still, it's not all bad. Now sunsets mean the beginning of a nice night out," Victor turned. A wide, excited grin revealed to threateningly sharp canines. "I'd love to stay for another round darling, but I'm afraid you're boring me. The night is young and full of fresh opportunities..."
Opposite Victor was a woman tied to a chair, mouth gagged. Two trails of blood trickled down from puncture wounds on her neck. Her eyes were wide with terror, her arms bruised from hopelessly pulling on her tight shackles. Victor approached, finishing the wine and placing the glass on a table to one side. He pressed a button on a phone on the table, and as it auto-dialed, he retrieved a sheathed sword from next to the glass. The blade slowly crept free of its sheath. Victor admired his own reflection in the flat of the blade for a moment, taking a moment to recognise the voice speaking over the phone.
"You called, sir?" A gruff voice spoke.
"Ah, yes, Morgan! Prepare the limo," Victor instructed.
"Of course, sir."
A gasp of air followed by a thud were the only sounds accompanying the woman's decapitation. Blood splattered from her jugular, and although Victor carefully collected some in his now empty glass, his clothes were also covered.
"Oh, and Morgan? Have someone ready a clean suit for me. This one's... tarnished."
"Right you are, sir."
The time is 21:18. The date: 17th of December, 2028. (Day 1 - Night)
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Post by Draxy on Feb 6, 2016 21:48:07 GMT
Liar. That woman was a liar. How? How could she, lie to her? She said that there weren’t any monsters and yet…. How could she? There was just so much red. A blindly obvious and bright red that was reflected off and seemed to dance across the monsters eyes in merriment. It was a red much like the buses that patrolled the streets, like roses, like….like blood. And there was just so much of it. It pooled under her as if it was her life manifested, all her achievements, her hopes and dreams, they were all here and announcing their presence boldly. Yet it was ultimately worthless, it would all be gone by the morn, washed away in the coming rain. Worthless, she was worthless. For all that she struggled, shouted from the rooftops of her importance and bemoaned about how this couldn’t be. She. Had. Failed. She failed and she was, gone, forgotten. For what is there when she’s gone, she was born nothing and she had died to become nothing and forgotten. It is all too easy, how quickly a presence could be erased from the world. Life and humanity is just so hopelessly fragile. But the monster was something else, nothing but a dark and foreboding shadow on a moonlit street, and how are you supposed to kill a shadow? The child watched too horrified to move, her long brown hair that was usually so neat and she was ever so proud off, was now frazzled and stuck to her face with sweat. She always used to love fairy-tales. Tales of princesses, dragons and knights in shining armour, and she always wondered which princess she would be. Never though, did she think she would end up locking eyes with the Big Bad Wolf as she was now, stuck playing the role of Little Red. She had heard several ends to that story, one of which her older sister had practically traumatized her with. “That isn’t how the story should end” She had said. “Fairy-tales have happy endings.” Somehow her mind registered now that she was never going to get that happy ending, she wasn’t a brave warrior and there would be no woodcutter that would come along and save her. For here she was Little-Red-Riding-Hood about to be devoured by the Big Bad Wolf.
The wolf now finished with its first meal descended upon her next, she scrunched her eyes closed unwilling to see the end. Pain, she only registered the pain that forced her to scream till she was hoarse, as tears ran rivers down her cheeks. She was being devoured, flames spreading from her left arm to hungrily consume the rest of her body. Only she was hearing nothing no crunching of bones or the chewing of flesh that had been so prominent before with its previous snack. Only the sound of her quiet sobbing remained now, she was alone. The wolf was gone and she was left alone in that blood stained and forsaken alley. Blood poured from her arm and stained her clothing the smeared that coloured the otherwise dull street, she supposed she really was Little Red now then, huh? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Here you go, one English Tea and blueberry muffin, right?” Emily was startled out of her daydream as the small saucer clattered onto her table. Blue eyes met the green of the waitress, and she smiled that sickly sweet smile that hurt her cheeks.
“Yes that’s right. Thank you very much!” With one last enjoy, the waitress turned and was gone. Emily allowed her eyes to trace over her figure as she went, she was a pretty little thing sure, the very definition of a blond bombshell. Slender hips, and smooth looking legs with just a little fat, the exact kind of girl she would like to devour, stripping away all the flesh from their bones. She was sure the girl would taste heavenly. But no, she couldn’t. She was both become a regular here at this café, over the past week and it was too close to home for comfort. Killing and eating her now would basically amount to shiting in her own watering hole, as they say. As it was exactly what hunters would pick up on and she’d be dammed if she’d let them catch her that easily. With a heavy sigh, she took a large bite out of her muffin and had to repress a groan at the taste. It just didn’t compare. It wasn’t inedible or anything, just plain really and entirely unappealing. Having willingly ate from the tree of knowledge and committed the greatest sin possible to man, there was no going back. Everything else she can eat is just kinda unsatisfying compared to THAT. Much like tasting the finest cuisine, the best bacon sandwich for example, only then to find your regular great weekend fry up is now sub-par. It wasn’t like she remembers much of what regular food tastes ought to like anyways, she’d been eating that finest bacon for far too long. That human child that remembers the time before, died sixteen years ago and now only her the wolf known as Emily Abigail Richmond remains.
She wonders sometimes if that child would have grew up to be different to. Where once she was brunette, her hair a light brown, now she was a ravenette, with hair a solid black. That had been the first change coming after just a few moons, the next was barely noticeable and could quite possibly be passed over for her slower aging rate, but she was sure her face has become just a little rounder and her eyes just a little bigger and brighter, her arms and legs gaining just a bit of hidden muscle that was not quite enough to betray her childlike innocence and inherent ‘cuteness’ that could get any adult to drop their guard. And now after nigh on sixteen years, she had ended up with a voluptuous figure much like that of the blond waitress. Smooth and ample curves, and a more than average sized bust, she’d been told she had a rather ‘cute arse’ as well that was surprisingly ‘soft yet firm’ although she’d been less than pleased to hear that at the time for various reasons. It was the kind of body that could make any man stop and stare and any make any woman jealous, and it had become only easier to catch her prey, since it had come into its own and with the much slower aging rate of wolves she’d have many years of which she could enjoy the benefits. A small smirk crept across her face, though she quickly hid it with another bite of the dread-uffin, she was sure it was impossible for any other outcome to have developed, she was a predator after all that hunted the biggest of game. It would go against Darwin’s Theory of evolution if she wasn’t at least appealing on the eyes, unattractive wolves being less likely to ensnare prey, natural selection and all that sciencey like crap. Although then she didn’t have much to go on and prove that theory, her mother being the only active sample. Well for now she’d just have to rely on her cuteness if she tried for hot, she’d probably come as trying too hard and get insulting whispers about “what exactly have her parents been thinking?” from behind her back. Somehow she doubted that the child from then would have grew up to have the same issues at this point, would she be cute? Hot? Or ugly even? It doesn’t really matter, although the methods to attract a guy (or girl) remains the same, the outcome is totally different, for she doubts the child would grow up to be wondering exactly what that blond waitress tastes like… well not in the way she is anyways.
She slowly pours out some tea from the pot, and stirs in a small amount of milk and sugar and washes away the taste of the muffin with it. She was thankful that at least most drinks had their taste remain, she doesn’t know what she’d do otherwise.
“I didn’t expect to see you here” Blue eyes shot up to regard their visitor, a relatively tall man, though he is not much older than her. His long blond hair slicked back and collected in a ponytail, he also has blue eyes that are much like her own and was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and a denim jacket. Emily had to repress another groan.
“I could say the same to you Reggie, and I’m on a gap year” Reg raised an eyebrow at that and took a seat opposite. Emily rolled her eyes. “Yes by all means take a seat, perhaps you would like some tea to?” Reggie clearly missed the hint or perhaps he just didn’t care, the huge grin on his face certainly suggested so, as he called the waitress to ask for another cup, though his eyes roved everywhere but her face. Eventually they were both sat opposite each with their own cup. Emily was trying her best to ignore him whilst slowly sipping on the warm liquid, her eyes affixing him with a glare. The tea certainly isn’t cheap these days and the once TARDIS sized teapots had been getting substantially smaller over the years, never mind the questionable enjoyability of his company. Eventually she relented and placed her cup back on the saucer with a defeated sigh, as she began rubbing her forehead ready for the headache that was sure to follow.
“What is it that you want Reg?”
“Can’t I just drop by to say hi, catch up and admire your pretty little face?”
“No”
Reggie snorted in response “You’re no fun Emmy, you always have to be about business. You should get out more, I hear the weather is lovely”
“I’m on a gap year” Emily repeated, Reggie seemed to be trying his best not to laugh. They both knew that wasn’t true. “Then you have plenty of time for a date?”
“Not with you, you perv. Now you got something to tell me or not? I am a busy gal after all”
“I thought you were on a gap year?”
“Reg!”
“Okay, okay. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Rev muttered and now it was his turn to sigh as he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand ran through his hair, a rather prominent nervous tick of his, she'd noticed.
“You need to be careful.” He eventually started. “I’ve heard the old crowd is hanging around” Emily rolled her eyes in response.
“The old crowd is always around”
“Yes but, this… this is different, I hear the new blood came with them”
“New blood?” Her mind ran trying to decode the cryptic message. “You don’t mean Azrael’s Servants?” Reg only nodded in response. Emily promptly swore. Azrael. The Angel of Death. The Reaper. If they where here. “This can’t be good.” Despite being a relatively young organisation, The Reapers had already gained quite the
reputation, mostly the end result of bringing in men who only know guns, giving them new shiny toys and then telling them there’s some big bad monster they can go and shoot at. They were hardly subtle in their operations many of them gaining media coverage, often mislabelled as ‘terrorist activity’ fortunately. It was only a matter of time though and amongst The Reapers and the increase in CCTV surveillance, there is a serious threat to the secrecy of their world, it would only take one person to slip up after all. “You see now why you have to be careful?”
“Yeah but what are they doing here? I thought this was the old crowds’ territory”
“It is, but a million pounds worth of expansion like this?” He spread his arms wide. “And with the whole world eyes on to boot? It’s only natural the gov would ask for a little help” She scowled in response, her hands tightening around her cup till it threatened to crack, the slightest fleck of red appearing in her eyes, though it vanished as quickly as one might blink. “If I run into them, I will deal with them”
“I’m sure you will, but do be careful, Em”
“I will don’t worry” She stood then, evening was approaching fast and the waitress was already beginning to close shop, and besides her tea had gone cold and the muffin lay mostly finished. Pulling on a black leather jacket over, her by now trademarked red hoodie, she turned to face him. “I’ll be off then, if I never see you again, it’ll be a blessing.”
“I’ll see you around then” And she was gone. Reggie watched her leave, or rather how good looking she was in those tight fitting jeans, his eyes transfixed until she had left the café. He turned around then, with a somewhat dawning realisation.
“That, bitch left me to pay.”
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Post by Darko on Feb 7, 2016 16:27:53 GMT
"Yo g, check out my ride," Danny boasted loudly as his car pulled up outside Tom's crib.
"Oi mate, thought you said you was gettin' some custom rims like," answered Tom.
"Nah cuz, needed more p innit. Get in yeah, got customers to sort out," replied Danny. Tom obliged and sat in the front passenger seat. Ignoring the seatbelt, he reached into his pocket, producing an embarrassingly bad joint and lighter out.
"Fam what you doing, we gotta sell tonight!" Danny scolded.
Tom raised his eyebrows. "Aw come on man, just one like, to get us started ya know?"
"Naaah mate, 'cause you'll get the munchies n' we'll have to go nandos again."
"Fuck's sakes man, put some tunes on at least."
"Yes fam! That is a good call that is," Danny grinned, turning on the antiquated radio as the car pulled away. It was time to do business.
They were in the posher part of the city - where all the middle class people on 35k a year lived in nice houses and lines of bungalows housed the majority of Nova City's small elderly population. They weren't here for people like that however. The old car spluttered its way to a halt outside a large building next to a football pitch. Both Danny and Tom got out and swaggered over towards the alley next to the entrance.
Tom kept looking over his shoulder. "Yo mate, like maybe I should like stay back, keep an eye out for the 5-0 like, d'you feel me?"
Danny stopped, turned and stared disapprovingly. "Bruv don't be such a pussy. You said you was gonna have my back on this until Harry's leg ain't broke no more."
"'xactly man, I don't wanna get my legs busted by this crew like..."
The negotiations were over. "Shut up man, come on already. This lot are gettin' a 50s, we can fuckin' party all night like."
Tom seemed to reconsider. "True that mate. Alright, let's do this."
Both of them stood up straighter, as if trying to make themselves look bigger. They proceeded around the back of the building - a youth centre - into the garden area. Two dozen teenagers were sat around a campfire drinking alco-pops and listening to early 2010s classics; a Justin Bieber song ending and a Miley Cyrus song starting. A few people were singing along, but the person in the middle of the group, whom everything seemed to revolve around, stood up to face the new arrivals.
"Danny boy, what have you got for me today?" He asked. He was a full head and shoulders taller than them both.
"Got you sorted out with some dank kush bruv, swear down it's top quality," Danny began.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, who's this guy?" He pointed at Tom, who shrunk back.
"Oh him? Nah mate he's safe, trust me I've known this kid for days," Danny reassured his client.
"Yo g, name's Tom, safe yeah?" Tom tried his best to be charming, but his voice cracked a little at the end.
The other guy smirked, then extended a hand to shake. "Yeah, alright, my name's Chris."
Chris was surprised when Tom didn't shake his hand, but instead slapped it and then tried to follow up with a fist bump that failed tremendously. There was an awkward pause.
"So you got the p fam?" Danny asked, hoping to resolve the deal as quickly as possible. A few stifled laughs spread through the teenagers at his use of slang.
"Yes, I've got the money," Chris replied with emphasis on the last word. "Here's forty quid."
"What? You buzzed me sayin' fifty mate, and I've come all the way down your ends yeah and you're tryin' this shit on me?" Said Danny.
"You got a fucking problem, Danny boy?" Chris asked, tensing his muscles and stepping uncomfortably close to Danny.
"Yo cuz back the fuck up or I'll cut you!" Tom shouted, stepping up. His eyes widened as he toppled to the floor, taking several seconds to even realise he'd been hit by one of Chris' iron-like fists. He tentatively touched his nose, the warmth of blood dripping onto his hand.
The smell of blood filled Danny's nostrils, his pupils dilating. The sweet, sweet scent of blood. With a ravenous grin he headbutted Chris, and he felt the larger boy's nose crack. He followed up with several punches to the stomach, and the taller boy dropped. Danny pulled a knife out of his pocket and pointed it at the other teenagers.
"Any of you wanna go as well? Nah that's what I thought," he bellowed. He reached down and pulled Chris' phone and wallet from his pocket as Tom desperately scrambled to his feet behind him.
"You think you're so hard beating up a fourteen year-old?" One girl shouted.
"Shut up man," Danny replied angrily. "Fuck all of yous, I got bare links that'll pay double for this anyway."
With that they turned and stalked away from the youth centre impetuously fast. "Yooooo bruv that was sick! You proper banged him up!" Tom said with adoration. "I'm gonna roll with you more mate, you're actually well hard."
Danny tried to act humble but he couldn't help himself from beaming. "Let's get wasted man, head down the Worker's Arms, they don't ID us there," he said as he got back in his car.
"I'll call the boys, Nick is gonna love hearin' about how you knocked that fool out," Tom laughed, still holding his bloody nose.
"Call the girls too yeah?" Danny asked. It was more of an instruction.
"Mate we talked about this, like I don't like you seeing my sister, she don't even want to talk to you."
Danny fixed him with an annoyed look.
"I mean, like, I could see what they're doin' though, but no promises like," Tom back-tracked, smiling nervously.
Danny could tell tonight was gonna be a good night. Chris' wallet had sixty quid in it, the cheap bastard. "Yo tell the girls, drinks are on me tonight," grinned Danny as his car spluttered to life once more. But he knew deep down all of this was a distraction. The smell of blood earlier... he had the urge to feed rising within him, but he suppressed it - for now. It was too long since he last embraced that half of himself. He would have to feed tonight.
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Post by Darko on Feb 7, 2016 17:58:14 GMT
Player event: Castiel halonachos. The eight newcomers strolled through the estate grounds, admiring the luxuriousness of it all. A few servants scurried around keeping everything clean, but they did not even look at the hunters. Donald Macrae, Sally Quinn, Peter Ryan, Allan Johnston, Shannon Cropper, Anne Jolette, Reginald Robinson and August Gedding were their names. A ninth figure was in the lead; Richard Kensington, the man who had met them at the airport. He was the senior hunter on site, and they followed him down a stairway into the basement. A flick of a switch brought lights to life, illuminating a colossal vault door. Kensington turned, hands behind his back. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is what we are here to protect," he explained. "Although it is relatively sparse compared to some of our older vaults, it still contains items and knowledge that can never be allowed to see the light of day. Any evidence of the occult you encounter and indeed the bodies of any supernatural creatures you defeat, must be sealed away here, or failing that - destroyed. The wider world cannot be allowed to know of our war. Now, are there any questions? If not, I expect you to begin the hunt immediately. I have it on good authority that there may already be supernaturals in the city."
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Post by coolyo294 on Feb 7, 2016 20:01:13 GMT
The sun was just beginning to set when a nondescript white van with tinted windows pulled into the underground parking garage of Park Crossing Estates, an equally nondescript apartment building in Nova City's residential district. Three men trying their best to look as nondescript as possible stepped out of the van. Each was dressed in dark clothing, carrying a variety of large and heavy bags that clinked and clanked as they quickly made their up the building's stairwell to the second floor. Without a word they stopped in front of room 208 as one of the men rustled in his pocket for a key before letting them in. An automated sensor flicked the lights on as they stepped through the threshold, revealing a small apartment with just enough room for three people. One wall had been fitted with a couple of flatscreen TVs and complex looking monitor.
"Welcome to Casa del Reaper, boys." Michael Fukuda said as he set his bags down on one of the beds. "Or Safehouse Zulu if you want to get technical. Brass bought this room while the building was still under construction and had it secured and soundproofed plus adding some communications equipment. It should be safe to talk here."
"Perfect." Said Leon. The German operative sat down on another bed and unzipped his bags, revealing a set of body armor and a disassembled rifle amongst other gear. He quickly began reassembling the rifle. "So what's our play? We sit around and wait until we hear about a monster stalking the night?"
"We wait, yes. But we're not sitting around. You have the xenoform tracker right?"
"Aye sir. Looks like it's working properly."
"Good. Then we're going on patrol to see if we can't find anything tonight. Monsters are like cockroaches in these cities, kick over enough garbage piles and you'll find them eventually."
"Sounds like a plan, sir." Leon said. He and the other operative, Caine Dawkins, both saluted.
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Post by Darko on Feb 7, 2016 23:56:10 GMT
Player event: DraxyEmily was walking down the street away from the coffee shop when an old car shot down the road far faster than it should've been going. She knew that car - most people around here did. It belonged to some drug dealer who was always zipping around at night, conducting his business. She watched as it pulled into the small car park next to a pub, the Worker's Arms. It had been around since the early days of construction, originally just a few builder's with an ice cooler and some beers. They eventually decided to start the business and had the building constructed once they acquired permission. It was a local favourite, especially for the families who helped build the city over the years. Another car pulled up and parked afterwards and the occupants of both exited their vehicles, exchanging small talk as they went inside. Emily's keen sense of smell detected two points of interest; the smell of cannabis and a slightly odd scent, both coming from the boy in the cap with 'dope' written on it. Somehow he smelled different than the rest of the people around him, all girls and boys about sixteen or seventeen years old, as they passed through the threshold and into the bustling pub.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Feb 8, 2016 3:56:22 GMT
The Flight over to Nova City had been enjoyable, quiet and best of all private. It had served two purposes, one the mundane and quick method of getting her and her associates inside the city with the minimum of fuss and as a reminder of her benefactor's reach, power and attention. Both a Promise and a threat. There had been a minor silent and furious scuffle between her Thralls as she had boarded the plane in Berlin, the three humans deciding amount themselves who would act as "close protection." for their Mistress, and after a few minutes a smug Tulwar sat herself beside her. The forth kept to herself, glaring at the human staff from within her hoodie, ignoring everyone else the rest of the flight. Tina Rothmann put it down more to her age than the fact she too was a vampire. The younger vampire was doing it again now at the customs desk, glaring with a fixed determination at the poor man working so late and making him nervous, in this nearly empty arrivals lounge she could hear his heartbeat rising and if he tried to detain them he would have to die. With a sigh Tina reached over and tugged down the hood, dyed pink hair tumbled free and the glare was relocated to her mother's face. Tina smiled and gave the official and apologetic gesture. "I'm Sorry, Teenagers these days can be so impolite." She said her tone light and apologetic, her accent thick and German "Either on their phones or away in their rooms all day, right?" The custom official returned the smile somewhat, to Tina's ear his heart-rate lowered, accepting her not quite an explanation. "My Son's the same." he agreed, holding up their passports to compare them all against the photos within, then he stamped them and passed them back. "quite the diverse group you have." he added conversationally, nodding at the passports, two German, one Canadian, One French and a Ukrainian. "My Company has Offices world wide, " Tina responded pleasantly, passing the documents to Tulwar, who slipped them inside her jacket, " They can get me the best staff from across the planet, but not a flight with a reasonable arrival time. Good evening to you." "what a nice man." she said half to herself as she led her group away, "I hope he survives." Their contact was waiting for them outside the airport, even at this late hour it was teeming with people, but the human, a thrall of another vampire Tina guessed by his lack of surprise or curiosity in his charges, led them to a nearby parking structure and indicated a black four wheel drive. He threw a set of keys at her, which were intercepted by Saber. "Inside you will find weapons a set of house keys and an address, a safe-house suited for your needs has been provided." The thrall said in a humorless voice. "No more assistance will be provided. Your trail starts now." That said, he turned on his heel and stalked away, task completed and doubtless eager to be back with his master, Gladius ran her tongue across her teeth and scowled after him. Tulwar had already dropped down to prone, scanning the underside of the vehicle with her trademark thoroughness, Saber stood at her mistress's shoulder, keys still in hand and scanning the area around them. "Him i could care less about." Tina thought after Tulwar had given the all clear and got behind the wheel, Tina seating herself in the back with a serene and unhurried grace. The Pistols had been passed out, and with some reluctance Rothmann took one as well, a pistol of Russian make, else Gladius would have become quite distressed. The sword was tucked away somewhere in Samantha's baggy hoodie with speed, and careful inspection would identify a dagger strapped to her ankle. The city Itself was pleasant to look at, as the Range Rover made its way through the late night traffic, all lit up and shining like a crown jewel, and remarkably clean and ordered for a British city. Possibly because it had been designed and not just formed over years of development and therefore its one way system made sense. During the drive Rothmann jotted down her observations inside a cheap and battered notebook, technology was one thing, but she felt more comfortable with the old methods when it came to her personal notes. She was finishing up with a rough sketch of the skyline and a map of the route they had taken when they pulled up outside a nondescript two floor detracted house, before she could even unfasten her seatbelt, she was halted by a touch on the shoulder by Gladius. The other two had exited and had pistols in hand as they approached the door, their posture alert and tense. "A moment Mistress." she said, "we must ensure it its secure." They would be a few minutes while they swept the place, peered into every cupboard and drawer, check every corner and appliance before they would allow her entrance. She could force the issue if she really wanted, but such things gave them pleasure so who was she to stop them? Samatha was outside the car and poking around the bushes, here in the semi-darkness of the residential area so close to the house, she was like a darker patch of shadow, carefully as to not disturb her charge Rothmann opened her note book and carefully wrote down her observations, it was fascinating, she herself must have been similar in her own first few years, but she had been in no state to observe or record and any little detail could be key in deciphering her life's work- Saber rapped her knuckles on the car window, 'apologies mistress, but we have conducted our sweep. it its safe and secure." "thank you Saber," Rothmann replied, allowing the woman to open the door for her and help her down, noting with amusement the little shiver use of the code name and the fleeting contact gave the thrall. They all had proper names, long forgotten to their own minds and pointless to use now so she had named them after weapons and weapons they became, hers and hers alone. Amusing yet pitiable. The inside was unremarkable, furnished cheaply and in accordance with any normal middle class family, yet Rothmann paced every room, eyes sweeping across everything within the four walls, learning its feel, its dimensions, the buildings place in relation to the rest of the city, fixing it in her mind. No it wouldn't do, she had to be certain, she opened the cellar door and strode confidently down the wooden stairs, a washroom, a boiler room and the cellar proper, empty except for a long metal table and a bookshelf, the Tome of blood in her Satchel gave a warm pulse. It approved. "this will do." she said, her thralls had followed her down, Samantha was perched on top of the bookcase already like some kind of gargoyle, eyes slightly aglow within the darkness of her hood, their Mistress sat herself on the metal table at the center of the room and crossed her legs, "Saber, Take Samatha out and learn the district, she is not to hunt however and i will be very disappointed if she or you draw attention to yourselves. Tulwar, Guard this Place, Gladius, you are free to rest for now." "Thank you Mistress." the Russian replied, with a slight bow, Tulwar shot her a smug look as she pushed past to head back upstairs and after a moment the rest followed her. Samatha had crossed the room and vanished upwards already. She would probably obey the command, but newly sired even ones as old as her could be unpredictable. Still Saber would keep her on her chain, fear of disappointing their mistress would ensure that and she could think and attune herself in peace. Tina took a deep breath, closed her eyes and focused on the city around her.
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Post by Deadshot on Feb 8, 2016 13:35:49 GMT
The six teenagers pelted down the deserted street as fast as they could. The creature was gaining. It's thunderous footfalls and snarling voice terrfyingly loud in their ears, They dared not look back, focused on getting away. Adam was fastest of any of them, already a dozen metres ahead of the rest, but Anna was trailing behind. The Venezuelan model never thought to stoop to the level of the other girls and go out in tight jeans and boots, No, Anna always insisted in miniskirts, dresses and heels of a minimum of six inches. It certainly helped attract boys, the bombshell never had a night out without a few hormonal boys grinding up against her to a stuck-up laugh and shooing away. She was hobbling more than running, and suddenly her heel snapped, and she tumbled to the ground in a heap, screaming. "Leave her, there's no time!" screamed Adam from up ahead.
The others turned to flee as she screamed, until the Scottish guy, Robert, bent down to help her. He was tall, lean and strong. He was one of the few lads in the club that hadn't tried to hump her in the middle of the dance floor. She caught him watching her from the booths, laughing as an ugly Welsh bloke with a broken nose and a squint sallied up to her. He turned away to finish his drink, and she plopped down next to him, dragging her legs along his shins. "What's so funny?" she had asked, glaring with sultry eyes at him. He was handsome enough, bit of stubble and strong jaw. He snorted again and glanced sideways, realising she actually wanted him to say it aloud. "Just that there poor lad. Right ugly fucker him, comes up all smiles thinking he has a chance with a lass like you, grinding away like a horny pup." He finished his vodka which had something orange mixed in. Anna smirked back. "He did have that nose didn't he? Tell me that's not Irn Bru, that went out of fashion decades ago." Robert's mouth dropped. "I'm from the fucking Highlands, love. Irn Bru's nectar o' bloody gods. Watch your tongue lassy." "You watch it for me."
The rest of the conversation went well, and soon the two were dancing with Anna's friends. The Welsh bloke tried his luck again before Robert sent him packing with a shove and backhander. The bouncers came rushing over before Anna sent them away, saying the Welsh bloke had tried to grab her breasts and Robert had just defended her. She winked to Robert as the bouncers dragged the boy away, protesting his innocence. Shortly after that, the group all decided to head home, with Anna inviting Robert back to their flat for "coffee." As they were walking down the deserted streets, Mikey spotted a lone figured standing in the distance. Just standing. He was a tall, broad man, silouetted against the street lights. He was watching them. "Hey, piss off!" James yelled at him. The man did not move. "Fucking deaf mate? Stalking us or something?" "Yes." The man started to write and clutch at his head. His body started to morph and expand, and soon in his place, a hulking monster with a hounds face stood in his place, darker than midnight. He snarled at them, and raised his head up to howl at the sky. When he looked back the group were already running. He waited a moment before giving chase.
Robert hauled Anna into his arms and followed the rest of the group, outpacing some of them even with the girl in his arms. Adam fled down a sideally, the rest followed. AS they turned Anna glanced the beast loping down the street towards then and screamed. The alleyway was narrow and there was a fence at the end. Adam was in front and jumped, but as he hauled himself over, another creature leapt from the shadows and pulled him off. It landed in front of the group, the screaming boy clutched in its claws. This one was white as snow with blood red eyes. A hulking monster with a man's body and wolf's face, one large claw wrapped around a leg and the other squeeze his chest. The other beast caught up as Robert set Anna down, who pulled her crucifix necklace out and held it in front of her as if it would help. James grabbed a nearby pipe and held ready to swing at the white werewolf, who snarled and ripped Adam apart, the screaming torso landing with a plop and quickly fading to silence, followed swiftly by what remained of his legs. The girls all screamed. The two wolves seemed hesitant, the black snarling and snapping at the outstretch necklace but unwilling to attack, the white wary of the rusted pipe being thrust at it. "Robert, do something!" Anna screamed. Robert turned and clamped his jaws around James' neck and swung him around. The remaining girls looked up in horror. He was taller than the others, broader, more terrifying. And right in the middle of the them. They didn't have time to scream before the trio set upon them.
"Aye that was minted, mate!" Rick laugh, slapping his brother, John, across the back. The albino just nodded, continuing to strip off and threw his clothes in the washing machine, wiping Adam's blood from his mouth with the discard clothing. Robert emerged from the bathroom in a towel, and Rick bounded over, his long black hair bouncing behind him. "Whaaatt a fucking hunt." Rob plonked down beside his albino step brother. They exchanced a glance that said "He's a fucking pain in the arse that one." "He's right though," John muttered. "Good plan." "Too fucking right, aye, I planned that me!" Robert laughed. "That bird there wasn't too bad though, could 'ave been a decent shag her." "Aye she no bad her, but see me, cannae be doing that, fucking starving I was. Last thing I need is to be balls deep in some lass and then I got me claws out and she's screaming and all her mates come running and the cops come down, that's how you get fucking caught right there." "Aye fair enough, lad." The two lay back on the couch of the apartment they were in. It was currently unoccupied but still had running water so made a decent place to hunker down for a few nights. "When we moving again?" John asked. "Folks get here next week, we'll pack up on Tuesday and be out for Wednesday morning. Haven't done the map yet no." John nodded. The map referred to the map of Nova City they used to move around. They simply dropped a piece of paper from up high and went wherever it landed. Kept it random so no patterns emerged, either for other wolves or hunters to follow. "Right, away we go, only 2 o'clock, am fed nigh and a wanna go steaming and fight one of these English bastards," Robert pulled on fresh clothes and run his fingers through his hair. "Tell Ricky when he finishes up there aye?" "Aye will do, no bother." "Here, Rob!" "What ya after?" "Seriously drinking Irn Bru in there?" Robert laughed out loud. "Was I fuck. Twelve fucking pounds for a double, nooo chance!"
With that, Robert climbed out the window and slid down the drainpipe, heading to Worker's Arms. One downside of Werewolfhood was that you couldn't afford to get ID, and money was hard to come by. It may be a pisshole and smell of shite but cheap drinks and easy bouncers was the way to go.
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Warrender
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Post by Warrender on Feb 8, 2016 14:02:08 GMT
Rufus stooped low over his pint as he sat in the dingy bar. The room was bustling with activity, people laughing and joking, playing bar games that were dotted about the place and people strutted around like they owned the place in order to try and impress the young girls enjoying a night out.
For the most part everyone was leaving him alone. The barstool to his right was empty and the two men stood to his left were happily chatting away paying him no heed. He raised his glass to his mouth taking a big gulp and leaving residue over his beard and mustache, his ears detecting raised voices from the other side of the bar.
He looked to see a man and woman having a disagreement, even over the yabbering noise in the room he could make out the conversation. The man was drunk and had been hitting on her all night and the young woman had been leading him on a bit, enjoying the attention and free drinks. But now she wanted to leave and the guy was doing everything to get her phone number or for her to stay with him, if he were a gentleman he'd have shouted at the guy to leave her alone, but he wasn't.
He couldn't help but laugh as the man grabbed her arm and saw her trying to struggle from his grip. Rufus spun round in his chair to resume drinking his pint, he didn't care, in fact it amused him, she was getting what she deserved. Shortly after there was a loud sound of splintering wood, something was going on behind him but he was too busy trying to get the barmans attention to order another pint to care.
"Yo ... hey buddy ... over here, I want another one of these." he said, motioning to whatever brand was on his glass. The barman kept glancing between Rufus and the ruckus occurring, unsure what to do if anything. Rufus banged the glass down near to him, giving him a deathly glare until the barman picked it up and began to refill it.
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Post by Darko on Feb 8, 2016 17:32:42 GMT
Player event: WarrenderDanny, Tom, Nick and several others strolled into the pub, their laughter stifled as a distraught woman ran out of the door behind them. A man was lying on the floor groaning and clutching his bloodied skull, shattered pieces of glass on the floor nearby. "Think you've had enough tonight geeze," Tom chortled. Nick laughed. Danny shook his head disapprovingly. "Waste," he muttered, stepping over the prone man and walking up to the bar. His gang followed behind, the girls carefully stepping around the injured mid-life crisis sprawled on the floor. "Alright Ben," Danny addressed the bartender with familiarity. "What'll it be, boys?" Danny took a moment to glance charmingly at the girls before whipping two twenty pound notes out of his pocket. "Five pints of lager, four double vodkas and lemonade and a bottle of your most medium priced wine." "Coming up." "Cheers guv," answered Danny appreciatively. To his left was an older man with a fresh pint. Looked to be in his forties or fifties at least, but he looked strong. Damn strong. "Yo mate, there's some lads sitting at our table," Tom informed. "Tell them to fuck off then," Danny retorted. "Yeah but that big fat one looks a bit 'ard y'know like, maybe we should--" Danny sighed. "Hold my beer."
"So then I turn to him and I say, no listen, I say to him: that's not a banana!" A large, rotund man with greasy black hair laughed raucously. His friends chuckled away next to him. They stopped when they noticed someone standing over their table. "Excuse me fam, you're sittin' in my spot." "Find another one," the fat man said. "I don't think you understand mate. That's my spot. Now d'you wanna move or do you wanna shiner?" It was on. Though fat, the challenger was broad and powerful. A few seconds past as he got to his feet, evidently somewhat inebriated, and swung at Danny, who easily side-stepped the blow. The man charged again and he moved aside lithely, sticking his leg out. The man tripped and banged his head on the edge of the oak table with an audible thud. "Bad luck geeze," he smirked. "Anyone else fancy it?" None of them did. "Then fuck off out my seat," he said as casually as anything. They moved quickly, helping their friend up. Danny took his favourite spot and his friends hurried over with the drinks. "Danny, that was like, so totally badass," Chloe chimed. She was Tom's sister. "I got mad skills," he boasted. "Yeah, yeah like Tom, what was you chattin' about on the phone? Down the posh ends with that fella," Nick queried. Tom looked from Nick to Danny, to his sister, then back to Danny. "Yeah.. Yeah it was alright you know. I had his back tho as well, made sure none of the other ones could catch us from behind like." "I thought you said you was going down the youth centre earlier. Ain't they all like twelve?" Asked Amy. "Nah mate he was fourteen! Fully on steroids or something I swear on me mam's life!" Tom defended himself. "A fourteen year old knocked you out?" Chloe stared in disbelief. "Nah man! I mean yeah but like--" "Your nose is proper swollen up! Looks well funny," Amy agreed. "Good thing you had Danny with you," Chloe smiled with a wink to Danny, who was gulping down amber. A few laughs went around the table. "I'm goin' for a piss," Tom announced, out of his seat before he even finished speaking. No one said anything. "Shots?" Nick asked, pursing his lips tentatively and raising his eyebrows. Everyone looked at each other before nodding. "Shots," they replied in unison. Danny palmed his mate a tenner and returned to his pint. "Tonight is gonna be sick." "How about we all go back to mine at closing n' get lit?" Chloe offered, her voice sing-song and suggestive. Danny couldn't stop a wide grin spreading across his face. "I know you've got green." "Yeah, I'm well up for that," he tried to act nonchalant. "Yeah you are," Amy giggled. "Shut it!" Chloe hissed under her breath. "So when are the others coming down?" Danny wondered, changing the subject. "Sarah said like eleven, but then apparently Joe was being a dick so she wanted to get a ride with Chantelle but Chantelle said her car's in the shop but Joe just passed his driving test so he offered to take his dad's car, right, but trust fam you don't wanna be seen in that thing, SO embarrassing! Anyway so--" Amy rambled on. "Half eleven," Chloe said under her breath, moving Tom's coat so that she could sit next to Danny, even as Amy kept talking, spilling at least two secrets and mentioning five separate instances of drama. Chloe and Danny just sat back and watched. Fortunately Tom returned, interrupting them. "Yo Amy, fancy a smoke in the garden?" He offered, holding two cigarrettes. "Yeah, go on then," she agreed. They got up and left. "Never in all my days have I seen someone chat so much shit," exclaimed Danny. "It's like, seriously impressive. That girl can just switch people's brains off." "It's 'cause she ain't got none," said Chloe. "Ain't that your best friend?" "It's true though." "Fair do's," said Danny, taking another gulp from his pint. "Besides, I know you like a girl with brains." "Oh is it now?" "Don't play dumb mate, we both know you got Bs in school. You ain't actually dumb like my brother. That's why he's doing a media BTEC and you actually got yourself a day job." "What can I say, I'm a man of many talents innit," he smiled, leaning in closer, maintaining eye contact with her. "I'll bet you ar--" "SHOTS!" Nick shouted excitedly, placing a tray with five shot glasses down. "Oh nice timing mate, yeah, nice one," Danny said, staring at his friend with annoyance. It went right over his head. "Ah mate it's no bother, yer payin' all night so it's chill like, you're welcome," Nick grinned. "Oh for fuck's sake," Danny muttered under his breath. Amy rejoined the group, Tom trailing behind, seemingly pleading for forgiveness. "I thought size sixteen was proper small! I thought the higher number was a smaller size, like, I meant it nicely like, y-you look good, I mean, what I meant was," Tom desperately tried to explain. Amy didn't even reply, she just took her shot and raised it up. "To dickheads," she toasted. Danny threw his head back laughing. "To dickheads!"
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