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Post by halonachos on Mar 18, 2016 2:18:50 GMT
"Well this is certainly a fine mess I've gotten myself into." Shannon sulked, she had such high hopes for her first time out in the field. She looked at the man across from her, then down to the floor of the van. She didn't need to pretend to feel sad now, she honestly did feel some amount of sorrow welling up inside her. She was going to jail and there was quite nothing she could do about it, surely a failure to the agency. The old intelligencer at the monastery, that rather attractive inquisitor who had arrived the same day, all of the other people back at headquarters who had believed in her or at least pretended to believe in her abilities.
She leaned forward and let the top of her head rest between two bars, "Day one, I can't believe I messed up day one." she thought, "No kills, no data, no leads... wait, I have some of those." She was still cuffed but that didn't mean she couldn't use her phone still, even if the already pissed cop got even more pissed she could still get a few messages off before he stopped her. She already had a picture of the vampire from the bar, and well the bloke across from her wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. She grinned, "Well maybe not a complete failure, just a very active member of the intelligence circle."
Shannon did her best to reach into her back pocket and pull out her phone, with her position she was able to keep it somewhat hidden from the cop. A quick text to her group and one to the contact at the monastery, "Leech" it read with the picture of the chavpire in the alley. She prepared the next message, wrote "dog? has a friend" and selected "capture image with camera". It was ready.
"Ello." Shannon said to Robert, "You're some kinda bloke aren't you?" she continued, "Killed that girl and then blaming me for some sort of terrorism... you really are some kinda animal." she snapped a quick photo of Robert's face and quickly hit send.
"Shut up, lady!" the cop quickly spouted. "I don't have the patience for your mouth on this trip you hear?"
"Officer," Shannon returned, "I'm a law abiding citizen of the crown, I am nothing like these other people."
"Yeah?" the guard snarled, "Last I heard, your 'law-abiding' ass tried to blow up two of my pals. So I would strongly suggest you shut your fucking mouth."
"I... I didn't try to blow up anyone!" Shannon shouted back, she noted that the officer seemed to be a little more tense than normal and that he seemed like the type to make good on his word. "I'll, I'll shut up." she shrank back into her cell. She half hoped that he would leave her be and half hoped that he would try to make her shut up, she almost had had enough of people getting in the way of her plans and while Bill had been mostly polite this one seemed like an asshole who maybe deserved the black eye, if not a broken nose.
She leaned carefully back against the side of the van, her back away from the officer. She still had her notepad, more importantly it was a spiral notepad with a decently thick and sturdy steel wire holding the pages together, she kept it underneath her coat with and began to form the spiral into a rudimentary lockpick.
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Post by Deadshot on Mar 21, 2016 22:16:18 GMT
"Yeah, bitch, keep your mouth shut, fucking loony terrorist fucking wee cunt! Kick your fucking bollocks in ya wee grassing bitch!" Robert shouted at her. "HEY!" the policeman shouted, "both of you keep quiet or it'll go a lot worse for you!" That's right, whore, keep your mouth shut, Robert thought to himself. He stared across the van at the woman, hatred glowing in his not-quite human eyes. He could easily escape if he chose, but it would bring the wrath of the hunters down on him for sure. He would bide his time. A police station with bars would be easier to escape from than a van, and it would be much easier to escape from a cell in the dead of night than a van on the move. It would make killing that bitch much easier as well. Unarmed, unprotected, she would be easy prey. Robert was certain she knew he wasn't human. She might not know what he was but her comments, her language, her dress, taking pictures of him...he was certain she was a hunter. Either way, she'd be decent midnight snack even if she was rather scrawny. He'd take her tongue first but she'd probably still find a way to talk. I'll tear her heart out first then.
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"Listen kid, I don't -" The old guy was cut off by John's sudden appearance beside them. "Who the fuck are you?!" he snarled. John ignored him and turned to his younger brother. Despite the scruffy beard, long hair and properly pigmented skin, they had the same face, same cold eyes and unsmiling face. "They got Rob. And some vamp as well. A woman tried to blow up the car and frame me and Rob. A girl got attacked by another wolf, I think she's a hunter." John nodded to the older wolf. "Rick would've killed you already if you were human. Watch yourself, there's hunters around. Where there's one, there's a host, like rats." With that, the albino turned tail and raced off down the street, his feet barely making a sound on the cold pavement. Rick turned as well, sounding like a herd of elephants. He stopped at the alleyway John had disappeared into. He turned to the older wolf. "You help us, we'll owe you. Stay safe, pal." He charged down the street after his brother, a growl in his throat as his temper rose.
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Post by halonachos on Mar 22, 2016 2:24:17 GMT
"Well Shannon's been nicked." August sighed, "Doesn't look like she's made it to prison yet and she's locked up next to what she thinks is a wolf." he looked in the back of the van and saw her specialty gear in the back, a suit of armor and that aptly named "chicago typewriter" would be rather beneficial right about now. "Anne, try to see if we can get her phone's GPS somehow and hopefully we can get a rough idea on where she's at. I would hate to say that we let an intelligencer get eaten on her first mission out."
"Reggie should hopefully wake up soon, let me buckle him in and then we'll get going.", the buckled clicked and the woman climbed gently into the front seat. "She'll probably be going to a jail, are there many on the island?"
"Don't know, could try a quick look online he said as he pulled out a similar phone." August began a search, unfortunately service wasn't necessarily the best and he was sure he'd get roaming charges. Setting the phone down on the center console he loaded some silver rounds into his rifle as the van hummed down the street. No need to speed, they doubted the van itself would be going through red lights or speeding any time soon.
"Just like the days of old, a gallant knight, his trusted squire, a fool, and a damsel in distress." August mused quietly, "While there's no dragon to slay, I think a wolf will do."
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"He's still on about that whole terrorist thing... definitely a werewolf, too stupid to be a vampire." she laughed internally, "Good one.". The cuffs were nearly done with, the wire proved a little more malleable than desired, but was thin enough to be double folded in order to facilitate proper strength for picking the cuffs. She only needed one side, but wanted both off. Issue was they would let off an audible click while she did so, then a peculiar thought arose, the idea to get two birds with one stone! She worked to get the lock ready, she carefully turned and maneuvered the wire and with a bit of effort she managed to get it under the lip of the lock, a little turn and a small 'click' made her halt for a second.
"Yeah? That's how you think it would go down huh?" she shouted and began working on the lock again, the clicks easily covered by her voice. She already had the lock's form and a free hand, the next one would be much easier, "Please you'd look much like officer raccoon eye over there."
"Hey! I told you to shut the fuck up!" the officer said rather angrily.
"Oh I'm sorry officer, did I hurt your wittle feewings?" she mocked, "Who punched you, huh? I bet I could take them on and not need some hooker's makeup the next morning to cover a shiner." it seemed that she was striking a chord as much as his blood was striking that throbbing vein in his neck.
"Alright, little miss tough girl." he said while getting up, " I'll give you a few more sec..." Shannon spit at him and while it missed it's mark, it still landed in his general direction and it was the thought that counted. "onds of consciousness." he took his baton into his right hand as a near sadistic grin began to grace his visage.
"Oh, you're going to hit me with a baton?" Shannon laughed, "Not man enough to use your own fucking hands huh?" the final click and Shannon let the cuffs slide down her back to land softly where her jacket had bunched up on the seat. "I'm not afraid of some asshole who flunked out of school and was too stupid to be a bullet sponge in the fucking army, hell I bet you're as useful as a kid with polio on a kickball team!".
"You fucking bitch." the cop began unlocking the cell door, "I fucking warned you, did you not hear me warn her? Now she's asking for it." he glanced at Robert, "And you don't get to talking, or you're gonna get what she's about to get." the door's locked clacked and creaked as it began to open, Shannon could feel a rush of blood to her face she was every emotion at once. This was the plan, this was what she wanted, this is wasn't like the lab, she couldn't just stop it and restart, she had to keep up with it. The baton began it's ascent and the officer was suddenly surprised by the fact that she stood up and was able to raise her left arm to block his baton before it hit her head, and also surprised by a very sudden geometric shape being pressed into his abdomen. It felt like a square with a raised circle on the upper portion of it... it felt like something rather distinct and he had a gut feeling of what it was and that he should stop.
"I'm terribly sorry officer." Shannon said politely, "But you know what this is, correct?" the officer grunted an acknowledgement, "So you will let go of your baton, you will not say a word, I will take your gun, your radio, badge, and keys, you will then handcuff yourself to the inside of that cell or I will shoot you and with my training you do not want that because I learned to be rather good at shooting a man where he won't be growing any older. Do you understand me?"
The officer let his baton drop and Shannon began moving her hand to take his gun, "Don't move, or..." she said calmly as she pressed the weapon's muzzle upwards and into his abdomen, "That should easily be your spleen and stomach, the spleen bleeds profusely, you would most likely die if it was suddenly ruptured." she pulled the officer's equipment from him. "Now hands up, into the cell, and cuff yourself in. Remember, no talking." she kept her weapon trained on the officer's torso, at times gently pressing it against him to remind him. The cuffs ratcheted around one wrist, he slid both through the bars and then secured the other cuff to finish the deed. The officer looked more pissed off than scared. She holstered the cop's equipment to herself and pocketed the rest of what she had grabbed before finally picking up the key ring to the van's cells. She then locked the officer in and twirled it on her finger as she glanced over at Robert.
"Well then, looks like I'm in the alpha position now." she chuckled, "See, it's a joke!" and pretended to wipe a fake tear of joy from her eye. "But seriously, a terrorist?" she continued and looked at the officer, "Officer, I didn't mean anything I said, I do honestly respect the work you do and yes I DID have a gun the entire time, I didn't shoot your pals when I had the chance because well... I'm not a terrorist. Who knew? In fact I'm kinda the opposite of a terrorist, Who Dares Wins and all, but... well Officer Bill was very polite and nice, you would do well to learn from his interpersonal abilities." she returned to Robert, "Now for you," she leaned her left arm against Robert's cell, mindful of where the baton had hit, and began a rant, "I know you're dangerous, you know you're dangerous, but the boys in blue have kinda ruined the mission and well fortunately for you killing you is out of the mission's parameters and it is now currently impossible to capture you and years of intelligence gathering has gone down the drain!" she caught her breath, "So what I'm going to do next is quite simple. I am going to go home, have a cuppa, and then go to bed. I truthfully don't feel like shooting or hurting you at the moment, and I think it would be best if we just go our separate ways. I would just let you out, but I kinda don't trust you to be the sporting type so..." she let the last word linger as she tossed the cell keys into Robert's cell. "There's your out chap, now be a good boy and go home and trust me officer, this is for your best too." she felt the van come to a stop, traffic sounds indicated that it was either a stop light or a stop sign, she leaned in and whispered, "If you're good then maybe next time I'll have a treat for you." she said with a wink, "Ta ta for now thanks for the lift!" Shannon said to the cell occupants as she opened the van's rear door and climbed out.
Shannon closed the door as softly as possible before making her way casually down the sidewalk, police radio on, and her phone out. She hit speed dial and a surprised August picked up on the other end, "They're letting you take your one call on cell phones now?"
"No, I just got out. I'm near the corner of... High Street and Cartwright" Shannon continued to stay on the phone and heard August relay the intersection to a GPS in the dashboard. "So roughly how long?"
"Says a little under three minutes my dear." August replied, "What about the wolf?"
"Let him go." Shannon said, "I probably couldn't finish him and if I made it necessary for him to escape that's a lot of dead people who don't need to be dead. He has an easy out, hopefully he'll take it, see it as a nicety, and be a good sport and leave me well alone."
"We'll be there as fast as possible, I'll make sure your typewriter is ready." August rolled his eyes, unable to believe that someone who was an intelligencer could be so daft.
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Post by Deadshot on Mar 22, 2016 17:38:59 GMT
Robert waited until the hunter woman had exited then snatched up the keys. He unlocked first his own cell, and was about to jump out after her when he had an idea. He turned to the caged police officer, who was cuffed to the bars of the cell. He glared at Robert. "Can you keep a secret mate?" the werewolf asked. In his head he grinned slyly but kept his lips steady. "Why? What kind of secret?" "Government kind. The kind they don't want you to know about." The policeman thought for a moment. "Let me out of here and then we'll talk." "No can do pal, I don't know if I can trust you. But listen and then we'll help each other, alright?" He nodded. Robert took a breath to get his thoughts in order. "Werewolves, they're real. I'm one of them. Before you call me a liar, I can prove it but it would kill you. Here's the facts. Werewolves aren't dangerous, most of us hunt animals and wildlife. I'm part of a covert task force that keeps the dangerous ones quiet. But the danger isn't from us, its from people like her." The policeman stood open mouth in his cell. He didn't know whether to laugh or be afraid. "For the most part, humans and werewolves like peacefully together. I know of at least 2 members of Parliament who are also werewolves. But some people, like her, can't understand that, and their organisations want to wipe us, total genocide." The policeman was still shellshocked. "Come with me, help us. I told your pals back there that she was a terrorist, how do you think I know that, and that she was trying to blow up your mate's car, trying to kill me and him to keep us quiet. And now she's run off and left you to face your supervisor alone and sure as shit he's gonna rip your bollocks clean off for this one, aye? I'm offering you an escape. You come with me, I'll prove all this to you. You help us, you'll be saving a race of peaceful creatures who just want to live and let live. You be our inside man. I can even make you one of us, if that's something you're interested in." The guard starred at him as he opened the cage. "If I refuse? You'll kill me?" "Why would I, who would believe you? Two prisoners escaped and leave you with a tale about werewolves? Fuck sake, you'd be in a mental home by Tuesday. So are you in or not?"
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Post by Castiel on Mar 23, 2016 23:08:37 GMT
"Pull over immediately!"
“Stonewall, slow the vehicle and put on our hazards, but don’t stop. Everyone, remove your combat gear and stow it in the hidden compartments beneath the seats.” Donald ordered, quickly stashing his gear. He pulled out a phone and dialled a number, the recipient picking up immediately.
“What is it?” Richard Kensington’s voice answered.
“Its Donald here. Someone else was in the Cartwright tower and created quite a stushie, killed 2 security guards. Heavy combat gear on them, so I don’t believe they were of supernatural origin. Possibly other hunters or a vamp coven. Anyway, we had to make a quick extraction, but seem to have picked up a police tail. Can you make a few calls so that they’ll leave us in peace?”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Replied Kensington.
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Post by Darko on Mar 25, 2016 18:02:18 GMT
Player event: CastielThe patrol car pulled in front of the Defender and forced it to stop. Two cops got out and approached. One tapped on the driver's window and Stonewall lowered the window. "Is there a problem, officer?" He asked nonchalantly. "Your vehicle just fled the scene of a crime. Let's see some identification," the cop demanded. Reluctantly, Stonewall got out his license. "Peter Ryan... and friends," he muttered. "Step out of the vehicle please, I need to ask you all some questions." "Hold on a minute," called the other officer. "Just received new instructions over the radio from the commissioner... let them go. Government business, apparently." "Huh. I guess it's your lucky day then, mister Ryan. Carry on." "Thank you," Stonewall replied politely, recovering his ID and rolling up the window before changing gear and speeding away. Donald's phone rang - it was Kensington. "Hello?" "I just had to use up a very large favour to get you the hell out of dodge that quickly. This better have been urgent - I can't do that again for you any time soon. Return to base for debriefing immediately." "Will do, ETA half an hour."
Player event: DeadshotThe officer, caged and defenseless, simply burst out laughing in spite of his situation. "What the hell have you been smoking?!" The other prisoners, most of them drunk, began to chuckle as well - both at the absurdity of Robert's story and the predicament of the officer. It was fortunate indeed that this compartment remained sealed from the driver compartment - a poor design choice, to be sure. "Why would I say this if it wasn't true? If you change your mind, come and find me at the pub," Robert said simply. He dropped the keys on the floor, away from the cells, and then allowed his true nature to surface. He grew exponentially, clothes tearing, gaining considerable mass seemingly from nowhere as bestial features emerged. They all stopped laughing. Jaws fell open. "Oh my god..." One stammered. Stark turned and leaped out through the back doors, escaping into the night. He had to find his brothers and find sanctuary, lay low for awhile, his instincts told him that much.
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Post by halonachos on Mar 25, 2016 18:39:06 GMT
The van pulled around the corner, it's headlights illuminated a very relieved Shannon for a second and she quickly ran over to the van. "You would not believe the time I just had." Shannon said excitedly, slamming the door and quickly trying to buckle in as Anne jolted the van back into gear. "Lots of data, some leads, ooh, and I got some stuff from that cop!"
"You almost got killed is more like it." August grunted, his head turning sideways every so often to check the surroundings. "Arrested by the police, caged near a wolf, who knows what could have happened in that alley, and Reginald got the piss knocked out of him."
"Well it could have gone better," Shannon frowned, "but still our Reginald is a tough one and is still breathing! I'm sure Kensington would be interested to know all about the wolves and such. I think it was a productive first outing, wouldn't recommend getting arrested again."
"We might have to get a new vehicle." Anne added, "I am not entirely sure if this one was able to remain unnoticed."
"I'm sure it's fine." Shannon sank into the seat with a yawn. "But back to base, no more shenanigans for tonight.". The police radio crackled with some random calls and talked about Cartwright tower, nothing they knew about but probably some other nonsense unrelated to them. The van continued along it's journey until finally pulling onto the Monastery's grounds, the group got out and walked back inside with their gear. Reginald rubbed his chin and Shannon reluctantly carried her armor and gun back in. The doors opened for them and they politely accepted the courtesy, "I need some tea." Shannon said groggily, "Cop hit my arm with this damned baton... pretty sure it'll be bruised for awhile and I had to hold him at gunpoint, rather taxing on the nerves."
"And the copper probably didn't think anything of it, huh?" Reginald quipped, "Bet he has that happen on a daily basis."
"Man seemed like a wife beater." Shannon shrugged, "Either way, no humans were killed by that damned wolf last I saw and even if that cop was a prick he was still a human. Well we should all go to bed, hopefully before Kensington tries to start a conversation about tonight." They split into their rooms and Shannon set the electric kettle in her room to boil some water, she sunk into a nice arm chair and just watched it work, listening for the bubbling to start. "I could have killed some people..." she thought as the hot kettle reminded her of her previous plan, "that would have not been ideal, especially since Bill seemed like a pleasant fellow. I hope he got home alright, that vamp shouldn't start any troubles for him after all they don't like issues with law enforcement. I almost had that vampire... but that albino fuck and his friend ruined it all. I think they're friends, why would he be so keen on what I was doing to that cop car if he wasn't? My god, the cop car... the struts and shock absorbers could have exploded if it was on fire. Stupid, stupid idea." she wiped her hand down her face at the thought of it. Luckily the kettle beeped to indicate that it was done and she slowly got up, made her cup, and sat back down. "Tomorrow will be better. Definitely." she grinned as she sat there with the vapors from the tea wafting in front of her face.
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Post by Darko on Mar 25, 2016 23:25:03 GMT
Cloak & Fang: Day 2 (Monday 18th of December, 2028)
"Gooooooooood moooooooooooorning Nova City!" Said James Elliot Spencer, host for BBCN's breakfast news show.
"On this Monday morning we have a number of breaking headlines to report."
"That's right James," continued Eleanor Jones, co-host. "First of all, the rescue kittens we reported on last month are back in the studio and doing extremely well."
The camera cut to a basket containing six small spry kittens. The off-screen live audience proceeded to 'awwww' before the camera returned to the hosts.
"However, not all the news is good. Last night in a horrendous act of brutality, teen Chloe Wise was murdered outside the popular Worker's Arm pub. Police have yet to release an official statement, however eye-witness reports indicate several suspects were arrested," James explained. "More on that story at ten."
"In other shocking news, police armed with full riot equipment and heavy weaponry were deployed to the Cartwright tower last night after intruders murdered two security guards. Fortunately, Victor Cartwright himself was not present, with police speculating that the objective was to kidnap or assassinate him. Unfortunately, all suspects escaped arrest, with two of them apparently managing to hijack a helicopter and make their escape. Furthermore, an entire squad of officers were evidently slaughtered inside the building with no leads on those responsible. The police have stated that whoever they are, they are highly dangerous - citizens should be on the lookout for suspicious or violent individuals and report them immediately," said Eleanor, managing to keep a straight face for the most part yet at times her voice betrayed her emotions.
"Indeed. Mister Cartwright himself has apparently refused to enter protective custody, telling one of our reporters in a private interview last night that he refuses to let cowards and bullies terrorise this city, and that he won't hide from them because he wants to send a message: Nova City will not bow down to thugs. As he is the son of one of the most influential families behind the success of our city, I think I speak for us all when I say we all salute you," James smiled approvingly.
"Also, we have our special guest Colonel Redford joining us to explain the new project underway at Nova City's own RAF base," Eleanor continued. "Colonel, what can you tell us?"
A tall, strong man, presumably in his late thirties or early forties, sat on the guest sofa where Eleanor had moved to interview him.
"Due to the terror threats in mainland Britain, the military have decided to transfer a special research project to Nova City. I can proudly reveal that we have managed to create a stable pulse weapon, with the only prototype under heavy guard at the base while our top scientists continue to test and improve it."
"What exactly is a pulse weapon, colonel?"
"Well, in layman's terms it's a raygun. It's actually bit more complicated than that, but long story short, it shoots ionized gas - or plasma - at rapid velocities. This weapon is man-portable, only slightly larger than the typical rifle in use by armies all over the world, which is what makes this such a major breakthrough."
"And just how powerful is this weapon?"
"Simply put... it will vaporize a man instantaneously. It allows a common infantryman to destroy battle tanks and combat drones in a handful of shots if not less, meaning our average Joe with his boots on the ground may no longer be as vulnerable as he has become over the last decade as warfare has grown increasingly deadly."
"And are you concerned that this weapon will make Nova City a target?"
"To tell you the truth, Eleanor, no - no more than it already is. The entire world is watching this miracle island already, however its isolated nature and the presence of our airforce and navy, as well as the contingent of veterans I have brought with me, means I am confident that we can handle any threat to our great nation. This is a land of pioneers - all you have to do is look around; self-driving cars, the monorail system, the solar roadways and the one-hundred percent efficient recycling plants... to protect such modern miracles, our military must also pioneer new wonders to stay strong and to keep our good citizens safe."
"Thank you colonel, I'm sure everyone at home will be greatly reassured by your words," James took over, the camera returning to him and his perfect white smile. "And now, the weather."
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Post by Draxy on Mar 25, 2016 23:37:39 GMT
“999 emergency" “Hello, I…I would like to report a murder” ‘What?’ A murder? Today just wasn’t Faith’s day. Slowly she opened her heavy eyes, revealing a world of black and red as her senses returned to her. How did she get here? She been talking to her friend Jordan over the phone and then. Her head throbbed in pain and she could feel some sort of warm sticky fluid flow down from her temple and got into her eyes, she blinked it away and her site slowly got clearer, where was she anyway?
She could hear hurried panicked voices from what seemed to be a conversation carried over loudspeaker. She tried to move but a heavy pressure on her chest prevented her from doing so and with that slightest indication of her awakening a hand suddenly clamped over her mouth. It was warm and wet bringing an all too familiar coppery sting to her mouth and the smell…it could only be blood. It was with thought that her memories began to return.
The mutilated corpse of a man, which she had stumbled upon. It was a scene straight from a horror movie, as if the poor sod had been set upon by some animal, his guts spilled out onto the pavement as his lifeblood pooled beneath him. Yet it wasn’t the work of some animal, although she dearly wished it was. For at the heart of the scene there sat a humanoid figure which took all her attention. He was wreathed in red and held his heart in her hand. The personification of that man’s life literally held in a hands of a man, no a monster, no human could do this truly. He treated him as if he as meaningless, worthless, as he took bites from his heart as if it were nought but an apple, if it was then it was certainly one taken from the ‘Garden of Eden’. “You’re awake? So nice of you to join us Faith”
With bleary eyes Faith looked at her captor. It was a younger woman, not a man, whom spoke with a slight Spanish accent. Red eyes seemed to glow ominously from beneath her hood, which hid all her face bar the positively feral grin that she sported. Her teeth were stained red, and bits of flesh still hung from her teeth, the blood was still fresh and yet to dry as droplets dribbled down her chin and splashed against her own face. One image instantly came to the forefront of Faith’s mind. “Ghoul”
“Ghoul?” The other girl repeated in an amused manner tilting her head to one side as if studying a new curiosity. She studied her for a brief moment before opening up to laughter. “Oh! You’re an otaku! It’s close but, no I’m not a ghoul. I’d say get out more, but see where that got ya! Besides…” Her voice trailed off there, as she placed both hands upon her chest and leaned in close enough that she could feel her breath upon her face, she stared up at her then finally getting a look under the hood only to again be disappointed, as they met an blood splattered white mask upon which thin red lines seemed to fan out like ivy from those equally red demonic eyes.
“You might not survive the night and if you do…” She kissed her then, if you could call it that, it was no love and all aggression as she bit and tore at her lips, puncturing them in several places. “You won’t be the same” She smirked at that, sniggering at the cruel joke that only she knew. “You’re lucky” She eventually stated after a long pause of silence. “Normally you’re just the kind of gal I’d prey upon. You’re kinda cute and I do like your hair, and you have just the right amount of fat on ya. But hehe, as you can see I’ve already ate so… yeah. Awkward~”
“You’re insane” This comment brought the briefest amount of anger to those eyes though it was gone just as quick replaced by another arrogant smirk as she tilted her head.
“The definition of insanity is the repetition of the same action to expect a different result. So no I’m not insaaaane” She sighed then, and began rocking slowly back and forth, in such a way that Faith imagined if the woman was sitting in a chair she most likely be swinging her legs playfully. She stopped just as suddenly as she started, to once again regard her captive.
“So…” She drawled slowly. “The police are coming and I’m no longer hungry, so what do we do with you?” She began rocking again. “I suppose I could kill you, but where’s the fun in that? And besides…” Her eyes locked onto Faith’s lips, still torn and bloody. “I’ve already made you mine and I could do the deed anytime I want.” She sat up promptly then suddenly serious. She held up her hand then seemingly admiring it, yet it wasn’t right, it was warped and grotesque, with fur and elongated claws. But then that would mean... “I think you know what I am and what you’re to become. They’ll kill you over it you know” She said that simply as if discussing the weather. “So you’re not going to tell them about me or what I am. Instead I’m going to set you a scene and then you’ll be my good little actor. And this is what you’ll do…”
--------------:- “Stupid, stupid, I'm absolutely stupid” Red muttered to herself. The door rattled loudly in her eyes, and with a sound *click* she was inside. She barely registered it when the warm water thundered down on her bare skin washing away the nights grime and blood, her body carried her there with motions that spoke of thousands of nights like these. She grimaced as her thoughts again drifted to her night time activities once she left the pub. Her first victim had been simple a man who mistakenly thought that he was the ‘predator’. Red was more than happy to correct him of this mistake. She tore out his tongue first, it would do no good if he spoilt her fun before she was ready. She tore him apart slowly savouring his pained expression and fear that shone behind his eyes. Yet she went too far, caught up in letting lose all her earlier anger and frustration, she didn’t know when he expired and she didn’t even realise that someone snuck up on her until she heard the start of a scream.
She had reacted quickly then, to render the girl unconscious. She would of killed her too if it wasn’t her. The girl from the coffee shop, the one she’d been eyeing for the past week. Uh! What a waste. She hadn’t been that hungry by that point, and yet didn’t want to waste such a meal, yet still needed to seal her silence. And so she’d called the cops to the scene when she first saw signs of waking, and she then bit her, just a small thing slight tear to the lips, given whilst shifting between forms. It could most likely easily mistaken for an aggressive kiss. She didn’t even know if it would be enough to pass her the gift, it would be her own little experiment. Would the girl die from such a bite? Turn? Nothing at all? The results would certainly prove… illuminating.
She had then threatened the girl and set about disguising as a murder and attempted rape, wasn’t hard once she bruised and tore the girls clothes a little. She even had a culprit in mind for such a crime; A certain tall man with dark hair, blue eyes and whom spoke with a Scottish bough. And If the waitress girl didn’t follow her instructions? Well then, she had covered her tracks with the mask and fake accent, that she bore on all hunts. That should stop them from tying that scene to her. She’d just have to have faith in that Faith's fear of her and what she could become was stronger than that of authority. If not then, well, she’d just have to make good on those threats.
With a sigh Red exited the shower, grabbing a towel from the nearby rail to dry. She glanced at the mirror, steamed over as it was, she quickly wiped away the condensed water. Cerulean blue eyes stared back, no longer the demonic red. The blood that stained her face and caked her hair was gone to now. It wasn't the sadistic monster Red that stared back from the mirror now, but that of innocent little Emily.
"I suppose I'll know by morning"
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Post by Lord Harrab on Mar 26, 2016 1:05:53 GMT
"What exactly is a pulse weapon, colonel?"
"Well, in layman's terms it's a raygun. It's actually bit more complicated than tha-"Tulwar listened to the tv show with half an ear, Gladius had flipped it on for some background noise while she lounged on the Sofa and cleaned and reassembled her pistol, Saber was asleep upstairs and the Mistress and her pet vampire had likewise also retired for the day, Mistress to her room, the child to the basement where she was most likely tucked away in a corner like a feral animal. Tulwar adjusted her shirt and jacket to hide the bulge of her pistol and holster in the small of her back, a spare Magazine was tucked into an inner pocket, and kicking the ground a few times to ensure her running shoes where tightly fastened as Gladius glanced back over her shoulder at her. "Think the Mistress will want to hear about this?" the Russian asked, casually, pausing in her weapon maintenance, to rummage through a crisp packet left half full on the coffee table from the previous night. "Of course," Tulwar answered with disdain in her voice, "she'll want to know everything the Humans have been up to here, make some notes, record everything. Inform her this evening. I'm going out on PT run and recon, security of our Mistress falls to you an Saber while i carry out her wishes.' "khorosho." the Russian replied, turning away as if bored with her and just like that it was if Tulwar wasn't there anymore. The American woman narrowed her eyes, but said nothing as she strode to the door and went out into the chilly winter morning, glanced up at the sky and began her jog. She didn't like Gladius, the newest human to earn the Mistress's attention, for that matter she didn't like Saber or the lesser vampire either, the Mistress doted on them, the vampire especially and she hated the thought of leaving the mistress alone during this time of vulnerability. Tulwar turned a corner, still moving at a steady pace, she had been given a route to follow and make it her morning habit, see what she could see and report back. For a while she could lose herself in the joy of movement, picking up her speed on empty sections of pavement for quick sprints, keeping time while waiting at crossings and otherwise just being another person out for a morning jog while the air still harbored some of the night's chill. At a few points on her route she make note of a few buildings, a Pub, an office building, a semidetached house, a Parking Garage, a store that sold cutlery and at the end of the route a cafe. Noting business hours if applicable, any cameras or security and density of foot traffic, number and placement of entrances, things her mistress and her own security training had ingrained into her by force of habit Although not even remotely tired even after coming so far, she acted as instructed and sat down at one of the tables outside the cafe, a small family business rather than a major chain, pulling out her mobile to check her route, she was right where she was supposed to be. Watch the people around you, the Mistress had instructed, "Talk to a few if approached, be friendly, find out what kind of clientele it serves, buy something if you desire it, do nothing untoward and report back afterwards, and of course take notes." The early morning sky was quite something, so she raised her phone and took a picture of it, made a note of how long it had taken her to get her and her observations so far, then sat back and looked around in mild interest, tugging a menu out of the little stand in the middle of the table, she might as well see what breakfast offered before her run back.
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