Lost city.( vampire, lycan etc roleplay,Open to all)

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The old mansion

:: Welcome Bastionessex glad to have you onboard::

Morereg pulls himself from the tree where he had been talk a short break. It was late in the afternoon. Better check out that old mansion before it got dark. It would be better now while the sun was out. It would make things easer if things got out of hand. He thought as he walked down the street. As he neared the old mansion he watched as a kid come running out with a large bloody coat and run down the street.

“Hummm. The house is more active that I first thought” he thinks to himself.

A few more hours of light left he noticed as he looked around the house. Looking at the doors and windows. The fact that the house was 3 stories tall with a attic and most likely a basement and possibly a cellar as well. He finely came to the back door and lightly oiled the hinges of the door and waited for the oil to soak into the old metal and then oiled again for safe measure. Sneaking into a place was a fine art. Most likely the old windows would have swollen shut on the upper floors and he would have had to cut the glass. But a door in the back that is much easer. The lock itself was a bit hard with that lock bar. But pulling that up should not be noticed by sleeping vampires. The door itself was very silent. As he silently walked into the back of the old mansion. Then as he headed into the living room he could hear someone walking down the stairs. He into the shadows and turned invisible and the kid from the park walked down the stairs stretching and looking much more rested and having recently eaten something. The kid headed out the door more than likely to find a bathroom that worked. Morereg felt better that the kid looked much better. But he wondered who the kid worked for. Was it the vampires, the Lycan’s , or was he just fending out for himself. After the kid left he carefully check the upper rooms. There were several sighs that people were living here off and on. There were a few other signs like mice eating the crumbs of some food that had fallen, discarded cardboard and old blankets for beds. Even a few bed that looks like they worked fine.

Downstairs Morereg creped down the basement stairs the very light creaking of the wood as his weight settled lightly upon each stair. Carefully he extended his staff in front of him he concentrated for a moment a looked through the gem. His vision sharpened and he could see heat and light from a broken door off to the side. As he looked closer the magical protections seemed forced. He looked closer at the lines of force surrounding the door. “Yes they were forced” He thinks to himself as he looks closer and closer at the fading wards. On the door and the spiral stone stairs beyond. Slowly he moved down the old stairs and into the shadows. Knowing that the invisibility as well as the shadows would help. Then he shaped a small circular matrix of magic hid it from normal sight and sent it head down the spiral flight of stairs. The wizard eye viewing the area before him……

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Studying the tomes before him, all but lost in thought as he tried to understand the strange terminology and neary arcane science that they spoke to, Jack was startled near to leaping across the room when the blade at his back began vibrating softly, almost purring like some deadly metallic cat. Power... it whispered to him Power approaches... nice power... old power....

Blinking his wide eyes is surprise, the Lycan reached back and drew the tingling blade, feeling the heft of it, the almost nonexistant weight of it as it balanced in his hand. Here was a blade as he had never born before, that much was clear. Where is the power? he thought at it, turning his will to determining the location and threat of the energies that the sword sensed. Holding it in his hand, however, the thick pads of his hands pressed tight against the ornate wrapping of the grip, the sword was able to reveal another gift...

His eyes twitched, almost as though he was shifting to his keen darksight, and he suddenly saw the chamber in a much different light. The swell of power coming from the isotope cabinet was clear, like an angry red and purple cloud, and several of the various hidden chambers beneath the floor shone with their own unique glows as well. But what drew his attention, what seemed to scream at his visual range like a lighthouse in the dark, was the golden-green eminations that seemed to roll pulse and throb above him. Past the shattered remnants of the dimly glowing wards he had torn through, seperated from the weaker and huddled glimmers that must be the Humans outside, there stood a being seemingly made of this living light, and as the Lynx watched it seemed to draw forth a part of itself and send it bobbing through the air toward that broken doorway.

Creeping up those cold stone steps, the wily old Cat drew forth the comforting weight of the oversized pistol he had recovered from the Wolfs belongings, and held it in his other hand, looking like nothing so much as a misplaced adventurer himself now as he edged closer and closer to that ruined portal. Up close, he could see that the shimmering form of the intruder seemed sheathed in energy, almost as if it was coated in power for some reason... Had the stranger cast a spell upon himself? Was that what the blade was showing him?

Staying just behind that wall, keeping himself blocked from direct observation by what little distortion the leavings of the sundered wards allowed him, Jack addressed the visiotor, saying "Before you send that little casting of yours through the doorway, you may want to introduce yourself properly. I take it that you are the distraction that has been making itself at home in our city? The Elf that Joey was so worried about?"

 

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The old mansion 2

Morereg watched through the magical eye as it headed down the stairs and into the room.
Carefully from the basement he scans the rooms below. The incandescent light bulbs bathing the room in a sickly yellow glow. A bank of rusty cells and filthy cages lined the far wall and it seemed that one of the cages had what looked to be a human occupant beaten and torn up in it. The rest of the Lab looked strangely malevolent with various strange symbols displayed throughout. On the floor next to a recently broken tube lay slime and broken glass. Morereg can smell the stench from the basement but that does nothing to deter him. As the eye scanned the room he could see the rack of books and bound volumes all behind an oversized desk. And behind that desk in a over stuffed chair reading was a Human, a less than imposing human as humans go being a relatively stubby individual of a mere five feet and looking much like a bum night. He had loose-fitting, ratty clothes, and oversized bare feet reading…

Morereg thought about what he had seen both upstairs and downstairs so far. The human seemed to be the one in charge. Because the kid would have run to his master or sold the information as quick as possible. The placed look like there was a battle upstairs. The human looked to be armored for stealth. Possible for sneaking up on a vampire of a Lycan. The weapons and equipment on the table down here seems to be keyed against Lycan with possibilities against vampires. Could it be that one human in the cage with his armor broken and chest bleeding broke into the lab hoping to kill this guy at the desk only to find him not here. It looks like some creature broke out of its cell and was killed. Maybe the hunter killed it?? But where is the body?? The eye looked around and it could see a thin outline of slime on the wall near the broken glass. The creature in hidden compartments in the walls!! The hunter could have triggered a trap and after killing the creature placed the body in a compartment. But heard something upstairs. And found the guy in the living room only to lose the fight and be dragged back down and thrown into a cell for possible farther experimentation. To many questions not enough information. He needed information and badly. And he needed to hurry night was almost here. The vampires would be awake now and waiting for the last bit of light to fade before coming out. ….

 

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Cought

Staying just behind that wall, keeping himself blocked from direct observation by what little distortion the leavings of the sundered wards allowed him, Jack addressed the visiotor, saying "Before you send that little casting of yours through the doorway, you may want to introduce yourself properly. I take it that you are the distraction that has been making itself at home in our city? The Elf that Joey was so worried about?"

Morereg knew as the eye looked about that he had been careless. He had let his emotions overrule his logic and now he knew. But how was it that he had been spotted. The wards on him should have protected him from any magical detection?? Well better to find out what is happening....

Morereg steps from the shadows the invisibility gone.

"I am called Morereg....

Morereg slowly walks down the stairs. His staff clicking on the stone as he takeseach step. Only to see the human a large pistol in one hand and a ornate sword in the other. Morereg looks at the sword examining the power and its abilitys. Intresting it does not search for the person but the wards themselves. A different twist on the detection of a person or a object for that matter. The human did not look very comfortable with wather the gun or the sword for that matter. Better to calm his fears because if that sward truly wakes up he might not have the power to deal with it. And his soul forfit to the swords power and in the end consumed by it.

"Sweet water and light laughter to you human. I mean you no harm and I have no gun or weapon of power."

His staff and left hand visible but hidden behind him and his right hand held out empty. The a standard greeting with a basic meaning. I can trick you or I can befriend you, its your choice.

 

[Bastionessex]

:: OOC, I understand the confusion I must have caused, starting my self out at night the way I did. If it helps, just think of these events happening later this same night. I the future, I will try to keep up better with the days and nights guys. Thanks for understanding. ::

He awakes with a start, looking down at his cell phone, he sees a full hour has passed. Damn, I missed her call... She's going to be pissed at me. He jumps from his bed, and throwing his travel back around his back, makes for the front of the No Tell Motel. The desk clerk doesn't even look up as he moves throw the signal wooden door. Well, if I ever come back, and the door is locked.. I guess I could just kick it in. Doesn't speak much for the security around here.

The streets seem friendlier, there are less boogies on the street. But less ghost, isn't always a good thing. Over the years he'ed learned to pick up on small singes that something big, something bad is going to happen. One of the many was a noticeable lack of sprits. They don't like to hang around, to scared of getting caught up in something that might end their after life. His feet click and clock down the road, when he starts to see a face in a crake in the side walk. He keeps moving, Something is about to go down, damn it. Worst time for something like this. I've go not armor, I've got no weapon. All I've got is my bag of tricks, and that's only enough to cover my ass.

On the side of a building, he begins to make out the face of her partner Liz. Sure, he blond hair is made up of chipped brown or faded red paint. And her eyes colored by separate patches of bear concert. A vine, maybe the beginnings of a small tree, grow from another crack, making the shape of her nose. To others, they would simply see the side of a run down building. But to him, it's the face of the only person who really knows him any more. The face of a woman who loves him, the face of his last, and only real friend.

He breaks into a sprint, trying to keep his mind set on her. In times past, he as been able to reach out to her, and warn her of things to come. But it feels more like he's grabbing the wind, then it does a strong connection to anyone. He pulls pieces of silk from his bag. A piece of her ... underwear. Something personnel she gave me.... Got to reach damn it. He can feel the texture of the fabric, pressed into his palms. As he feels the small cracks and imperfections of the silk, his mind his slammed. He falls to the street, less then a block from the Bus Station.

"Liz, Liz! Where the hell are you!"

From the depths of a crowed of late night bus folk, he see his blond pony tale bob into view. She's got her BDU's on, with a cute little white tank top. She knows that out fit drives me crazy. The curves of her body move with an athletic grace, as she splits the heard, moving towards him. Again the pain, and before he can understand what's happening it's to late.

A shadow, that's all it is, but it seems to move on it's own with no body. It slips, slims, and shakes it's way from one pool of light to the next. It wraps it's self around some poor souls own shadow, and pulls at it with all it's might. The victim, in this case Liz Freeman, never stood a chance. She seemed to fall, to all eyes, and the bus moved it's large tires over her body.

He made a last dash, hopping he was still in time to save her. That's when he saw the other shadow, making for the gas taken.

"Liz, fuck, I'm so sorry."
"I knew this would happen Billy, I always knew it would end like this." From under the tire, her waist crushed by it's 40 tun weight. She coughs up blood, and her eyes roll into the back of her head, for just a second.
"The vest, ammo, and other stuff are over there. Always...been a btich... to move that bag around. Needed ... your help."
"Oh Liz, I don't know what to say. Maybe I could use..."
"You keep your bag of tricks Felix. Billy,..." Her hands make a feeble attempt to touch is. He hold of her, as best he can, tears roll down his face as he remembers the shadow man, and the tank. And not caring. Let me go now, let me die with her. I don't give a shit any more, I don't care. "Billy, if you see me, don't say anything. Just..let me go.."
"I will Angel butt, I will. I wont keep you."
"Billy, I loved..."

And it was over, she was gone. Gas filled his lungs as his sobs reached an almost howl like level. But, before he knew what was happening, he was being pulled away by some hand. He struggled, trying to get away, to be with her. No, no, not again, not another person I care about. Liz was good, to good, she could see, she could watch out. She could keep herself safe. God Damn you Nikky! Just as his heels crossed the curb, a cop showed. Gun drawn, and way to jumpy for his own good. All the screams, the running, the yells to family and friends. He had the look of a man who must keep control. Bill knew what he was going to do before he did it. He moved to his feet, right next to the big, heavy, black metal box they had carried from place to place. His hands took hold of the handle on the top of it, wheels coming down like a prop from Knight Rider or something. He knew, not knowing how he knew, but he did. That black luck, that Mojo, that now crept around in his blood stream told him. You've got time for only one good turn!

He turned to the pair of hand that had saved his life...
"Want to die?"
The big black man gave a shake of his head.
"The run, mother fucker, run."

They broke in different directions, as the cop held his gun over his head and fired one warning shot. The blast light the night sky, as though hell had come to town. From over his shoulder, Bill could hear the creation of the crater. The breaking of hard concert, and tar. The bottoms of his rough sold boots where on fire, and malted some. Which made his foot steps unsure, and a bit slow. But alive, he made it out alive..

I always make it out alive.. It would be great, if just once, I could fucking die. Then there would be an end to this, and end to all. He turned to see the burned, hollowed out shell of the bus, and the burnt bodies of many unknown strangers. Somewhere in that mess was Liz. And then he saw her... Light around her body, a smile on her lips, as she faded into the air around the holocaust. I could have called to her, I could have made her stay.. I could have told her I loved her. But she fought the good fight. And it was her time to go.. Spoken like the true fucking loser I am.

The big, black, iron, box, felt like Atlas's bolder as he moved down the street. The badness was back, ghost of the ones who had just dyed. But he paid them no mind, blocking them without so much as a thought of doing so. It worked that way sometimes for him. As if a higher power, knowing the pain he already felt, was giving him a break.

 

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The sword

Morereg watch as the human held the sword it was not the gun that he was worried about.
That sword was one of the nine Infernal Devices….

Long, long ago --- well past the point where history fades into legend -- there were nine sword of power: The Infernal Devices. No one knew who made them or why. All anyone knew for sure was that they proved to be inherently evil, and the use of all nine nearly destroyed the universe and all who lived in it. Five of the swords disappeared. Four remained Rockbreaker, Flarebright, Drinker, and Wolfsbane. The Forest Kings locked them away and swore they would never be used again. And there the dammed swords remained for thousands of years, until in the deepest despair of the demon war, they called them forth one last time. One sword Rockbreaker, was destroyed. Flarebright was returned to be locked up. The other two were lost in battle, disappearing into a great crack in the earth.

And now Jack had found one of the Infernal Devices.

Morereg stared unblinkingly at the ancient sigils that had been graven into the crosspiece and blade of the sword. If you did not look right at them, the runes seemed almost to be moving, writhing…. They formed a single word: Drinker. There was power in the sword …A dangerous power; the Infernal Devices were believed to be alive, and able to possess the minds and souls of there owners. Something was starting to awaken that should have been left to sleep forever. Morereg tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry. Drinker… Consume that which has strength and power. It was as he remembered from the old books.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Alright, adept, we may have a problem here. I think you may have gotten your wires crossed a bit about where I was in relation to your Wizard Eye, as well as the timing for it all. I had stated rather clearly that Jack was at the top of the stairs before you sent your little peeping tommy through, and would have struck up a conversation before you got a chance to look around downstairs. lets face it, that place is the last place he wants visitors right now.

Also, you might be going a bit overboard with the whole "infernal devices" thing. I have a rather solid back story for the sword already worked out, and would really like to get a chance to use it. If you could alter your posts so that things are back to normal, or at least as close as we can get them, I would appreciate it.

Have you ever read over the stipulations about "powerplaying"? It's an easy trap to fall into, trust me, I've done it myself. If you have an idea or direction that you would like to see in the thread, go ahead am PM me, and we'll see about getting it all worked out.

I'll put a post up after you have managed to wrangle these back into submission, never fear!)

 

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Backup and replay

(OOC The timing this was a bit of a problem. I was a work so that is why the two posts. As far as the sword no problem. I read through the posts and did not see anything. So I used some history from my world and fleshed out the sword. I used them in one of my games for 15th level characters. Powerful but not godlike. Togeather they were made to open the gate to hell. The party destroyed one sword and stopped the gate from opening and recovered one sword of the three. but I digress... no big deal. I hit the magic rewind button... EEEEEEEEEEeeee STOP.... delete [old mansion 2]........... Play)



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Originally Posted by Rufus the Mad
Staying just behind that wall, keeping himself blocked from direct observation by what little distortion the leavings of the sundered wards allowed him, Jack addressed the visiotor, saying "Before you send that little casting of yours through the doorway, you may want to introduce yourself properly. I take it that you are the distraction that has been making itself at home in our city? The Elf that Joey was so worried about?"




Morereg knew as the eye looked about that he had been careless. He had let his emotions overrule his logic and now he knew. But how was it that he had been spotted. The wards on him should have protected him from any magical detection?? Well better to find out what is happening....

Morereg steps from the shadows the invisibility gone.

"I am called Morereg....

His staff clicking on the stone as he steps foward. Only to see the human a large pistol in one hand and a ornate sword in the other at the top of the stairs. Morereg looks at the sword examining the power and its abilitys. Intresting it does not search for the person but the wards themselves. A different twist on the detection of a person or a object for that matter. The human did not look very comfortable with eather the gun or the sword for that matter. Better to calm his fears.

"Sweet water and light laughter to you human. I mean you no harm and I have no gun or weapon of power."

His staff and left hand visible but hidden behind him and his right hand held out empty. The a standard greeting with a basic meaning. I can trick you or I can befriend you, its your choice.


(OOC a Image of Morereg. I just thought that you all might be intrested is see what he looks like.)

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Sounds good to me. ^_^)

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise continues to slumber the day away while having sent out her own spies to gather what news that can be found about the planewalker. The young girl appearing to be around the age of ten is able to walk the daylight hours. Anise having found the child turned and left for dead had adopted Cynthia. Having compassion on what should have never been allowed in the first place Anise had been one step away from ending the fledglings exhistance well over two hundred years ago. The small girl had been wise beyond her years and begged for life in the most unusual way. A small frightened child voicing she new what she was and that she did not hate what she had become had grown stronger under Anise's watchfull eye. Cynthia a great tracker haveing loved the outdoors and all life slowly apears walking into the park. The young girl having followed one of the golden threads stands glancing around trying tio find the source of what was glimpsed the night before. Smiling softly as to not reveal the truth of what she is Cynthia walks along slowly deeper into the forest area of the park. Clutched in her right hand a single black rose, a white one grasped within her left hand. Surveying the area as Cynthia spots the strange looking elven male, ducking behind a tree Cynthia gazes at the man intently before laughing softly. The image of the Elf throwing seeds around and talking to none other then himself apears to her to be just another insane male on the run from some ward. Oh but Cynthia kew better. No human has ears that long and pointed.Cynthia giving into childlike daydream giggles loudly at the thought of his mother punishing him by a firm grip and tug to an ear of his.-

 

[Anise Lecroix]

(So sorry .....darn im way off....man i hate my comp...just void my post as Morereg is long gone.Or just have it that she trails him to mansion. -Shakes head and grr's softly-)

 

[Anise Lecroix]

The shadows slowly growing as the night is begrudingly given life with the final moments of the suns last stand. Rising earlier then most kindred Anise slowly moves from her hidden refuge then making a slow path down one of the many streets within the city allows her gaze to drift over what she had seen many times as well as many new things. Pondering all that that had come to be before parted lips give rise to a soft chuckle then instantly shifting to mist form before allowing the wind to embrace the mixture of bloody waterlike vapor, Traveling back to the building then allowing her form to become solid yet again before entering the building.

Calling out softly Jack.. Come out come out where ever you are!" A soft chuckle then the barely audable words of "Stuborn furbutt....making me seek him out !" Anise jesting in a friendly manner as she halts then takes notice that another of power is nearby.Then making her path downwards comptemplates how to go about leeping the peace. Thoughts run through Anise's mind before she comes to the conclusion to give the male free reign to kill justly those kindred that deserve such fates.

Lips curling up slightly to smirk at the concept that the man might be of use to rid Anise of the plague of kindred that deserve to be punished. Extending her right hand to open digits that curl around three roses, One blood red, black and white.Each of the finest quality having been grown within Anise's personel gardens. Always a lover to nature in all its glory the ancient having forgotten much to the passage of time had not forsaken her gypsy heritage once long ago.

Anise apears standing at the doorway watching the two men converse. Remaining silent as the roses are brought up to slightly flaring nostrils that seek to take in the scent that drifts from the roses. Yellow serpentine orbs watching the pair intently as a soft smile is revealed to Anise. Gazing at the Elf for a moment before allowing her line of sight to drift back towards Jack.Slighting bending her frame to bow before standing tall once more.

 

[Anise Lecroix]

The shadows slowly growing as the night is begrudingly given life with the final moments of the suns last stand. Rising earlier then most kindred Anise slowly moves from her hidden refuge then making a slow path down one of the many streets within the city allows her gaze to drift over what she had seen many times as well as many new things. Pondering all that that had come to be before parted lips give rise to a soft chuckle then instantly shifting to mist form before allowing the wind to embrace the mixture of bloody waterlike vapor, Traveling back to the building then allowing her form to become solid yet again before entering the building.

Calling out softly Jack.. Come out come out where ever you are!" A soft chuckle then the barely audable words of "Stuborn furbutt....making me seek him out !" Anise jesting in a friendly manner as she halts then takes notice that another of power is nearby.Then making her path downwards comptemplates how to go about leeping the peace. Thoughts run through Anise's mind before she comes to the conclusion to give the male free reign to kill justly those kindred that deserve such fates.

Lips curling up slightly to smirk at the concept that the man might be of use to rid Anise of the plague of kindred that deserve to be punished. Extending her right hand to open digits that curl around three roses, One blood red, black and white.Each of the finest quality having been grown within Anise's personel gardens. Always a lover to nature in all its glory the ancient having forgotten much to the passage of time had not forsaken her gypsy heritage once long ago.

 

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The Basement.

Traveling back to the building then allowing her form to become solid yet again before entering the building.

Calling out softly Jack.. Come out come out where ever you are!" A soft chuckle then the barely audable words of "Stuborn furbutt....making me seek him out !" Anise jesting in a friendly manner as she halts then takes notice that another of power is nearby.Then making her path downwards comptemplates how to go about leeping the peace. Thoughts run through Anise's mind before she comes to the conclusion to give the male free reign to kill justly those kindred that deserve such fates..

Morereg can feel the magic energy pull as the Vampire arives. And then the light female voise call out for The human in front of him.

"We are not alone. A female Mage.... possibly a vampire or a Lycan. I would suggest......"

Morereg can hear the person walking to the basement and

Anise apears standing at the doorway watching the two men converse. Remaining silent as the roses are brought up to slightly flaring nostrils that seek to take in the scent that drifts from the roses. Yellow serpentine orbs watching the pair intently as a soft smile is revealed to Anise. Gazing at the Elf for a moment before allowing her line of sight to drift back towards Jack.Slighting bending her frame to bow before standing tall once more.

Morereg can see the red eyes and feel the undeath from the woman. He looks at the human.

" If you are Jack I would suggest you run. We will meet again. Now.... RUN!"

Morereg staff whips around almost of its own acord blazing with power. Ready for the vampire to attack.....and turning his back to Jack and stepping in front of him.

"The celler doors.....And watch out for her minions!"

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Standing silent till the elven male suddenly pivots to face her crying out his alarm directed towards Jack. The image almost comical in sight. Red lips begin to twitch upon Anise's usually stoic expression before unable to help it, Anise doubles over as parted lips give way to loud pleasant laughter. Unable to stop the tears of crimson begin to roll down milky white cheeks. Broken sentences are spoken between laughter.

" Y....You think..I .am the one to fear,...Classic, Oh my!, That is to much.....Am ..I really that hideous...I had my beauty sleep." Anise continues to laugh " Minions???" I assure you, I despise most of my kind...I despise most of all races.Well I do like old furbutt over there but ...He is like me Sweer unless provoked.And i beg to differ...I assure you if any are to be feared he is top dog in that department !"

Anise trying to regain her composure from the image of the elven man yelling about her and her minions. Then rising to stand tall offers a few more laughs before smiling broadly as her right hand extends to offer the gift of rosses. Lips taking on a pout as she extends the roses. " I have brought you two gifts.."

Anise continues to pout as she gives a simple shake of her head before chuckling softly.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Leaping forward, his form twisting and swelling as he assumed his stronger and faster crinos form, Jack landed himself squarely between the reactionary Elf and Lady Anise. HOLD! he bellowed, his oversized lungs giving that single word a strength that most would have found terrifying. The sword in his hand, recovered from his fallen comrade, vibrated and hummed slightly, and began glowing dimly, its golden glow beginning to pulse stronger and stronger as the Elf approached.

"You might wanna think about this before you make another mistake son." he said then, his voice returning to it's notmal, calm tones. "You don't just go off attackin' a body just 'cause they happen to be a Vampire. If she had wanted, she could have taken you out without ever revealing herself, or at the very least come in here guns blazin'. Instead, she comes in carryin' roses and trying to be friendly."

His eyes hardened then, and the stout, furry form seemed to take on a paternal aire as he glowered at the newcomer and said "You're being rude, Morereg... Not a way to make a good first impression."

 

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The basement

Leaping forward, his form twisting and swelling as he assumed his stronger and faster crinos form, Jack landed himself squarely between the reactionary Elf and Lady Anise. HOLD! he bellowed, his oversized lungs giving that single word a strength that most would have found terrifying. The sword in his hand, recovered from his fallen comrade, vibrated and hummed slightly, and began glowing dimly, its golden glow beginning to pulse stronger and stronger as the Elf approached.

"You might wanna think about this before you make another mistake son." he said then, his voice returning to it's notmal, calm tones. "You don't just go off attackin' a body just 'cause they happen to be a Vampire. If she had wanted, she could have taken you out without ever revealing herself, or at the very least come in here guns blazin'. Instead, she comes in carryin' roses and trying to be friendly."

His eyes hardened then, and the stout, furry form seemed to take on a paternal aire as he glowered at the newcomer and said "You're being rude, Morereg... Not a way to make a good first impression."

Morereg looks at them both one a werecat the other a vampire.

" First and foremost, VAMPIRES generally do not give second chances. As far as Guns "blazin" and first impressions... I would say that you Jack?? Did not give a good first impression either with a large hand cannon and a weapon of power blazin. Vampires in general do not give first impressions either, other than the look they give you just before they suck out your LIFEFORCE."
Morereg looks at werecat knowing that that was not the place for etiquette. That normally places like these things generally turned to combat and those who were the fastest and the deadliest generally won the fight. But sometimes diplomacy wins over brute force.

“But first impressions….were not always my strong point, So I see we have something in common!"

Morereg’s staff still on the defensive but not ready to spit lightings. But he is no less aware that something might jump out at any moment.

 

[Bastionessex]

:: OOC, sorry to be tardy to the party kids. If there is any problems with this post, and the story line, or anything else PM, or let me know.. And I'll fix it. Thanks for letting me play along guys. ::

He ambles throw the now sadder, more lonely town he has found himself in. In the old days he would have just sucked in a little air, breathed out the pain, and went on about the business of trying to fix his defunk life. But time, and many a friend gone to the other side of the light, had turned him romantic, and a bit melancholy. The bright lights in the city turned a sold gold. Someone, somewhere, is meeting, and things are going to happen because of it. I should go and check it out, see if they've got Romany blood, see if they might know anything about Nikki... But the hot pink neon lights of the "USA Package Store" burned in his eyes. His face took on a kind of demonic, hollow look. Am I the only one who wonders why these stores are never called Liquor stores? Why do we always have to dress up the bad things in life? He passed throw the doors, with a humble, and solum expression. This was Bills church, it's place of worship, his Bastion in the old nights. He followed the orderly bottles to his brand, Crown and Sword. A bit more then what he had in his wallet, so he reached in his bag, and pulled another solid fine from it. Other men would be happy to a bag like this... Always seem to pull out what I need. Just so long as I don't need it to bad. But right now, I feel like the last man on earth.

A ghost passed by, tipped him a hello, and tried, again, in vain, to pick up a bottle of the same. Bill paid the man, cracked the seal, took a swig, and walked over to his dead friend. "For them gone, and for them still here." He poured a little over the sprits head and smiled as the light took his to his reward. All he wanted was one last drink, before he moved on. Sometimes it's so easy to help out... The clerk looked solemnly at him. "Rough night friend?"

"You have no idea my man."
"Who was it? A bro, buddy?'
"Yeah... She was... The best my friend."
The clerk gave a sad sigh, and looked around to see if any was watching?
"Was she... Did she... Umm, look, your new around here, I can tell. Did she, have all her body parts? Did she have the blood sucked out of her? I mean, a wild dog didn't get her, did it?"
The bartender always knows what's going on in a city. Bill thought as he moved closer to the front counter. And a guy in a liquor store, most likely knows even more then a bartender does.
"No, she was hit by a bus."
"Oh... That stuff that just went down a few minutes ago. Man, you don't waste any time do you. Not to friendly with the cops hu? I understand, did sometimes myself. You look like you just got out. Still got that prison satire about you. You'll be rid of if in a few weeks man, don't get uptight about it."
"Yeah, so, what's this other stuff your talk'en about?"
"In this town, we've got some problems, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me.."
"Sometimes, people in this town get killed by wild dogs.. Big Ass wild dogs. Other times, they get some kind of sickness, and their blood just dries up. Dead as a door nail, but you wouldn't know anything was wrong with them. Just..."
"Your talking about some kind of Vampire stuff aren't you? Not the first time I've heard it pal." Bill sighs hard, Heard it way to much back in New Port. Almost got killed for knowing bout it.
The clerk gave Bill a knowing look, and a sad little smile slide over his face. He picked up a pack of smokes, and offered one to Bill. Bill pulled one from the pack, took a pack of matches from the jar next to the candy bars. With the flick of his wrist, the book was open, and lit. He pulled the smoke deep into his lungs. "If I where you stranger, I'd got back to that Bus Stanchion, get a ticket as far away from here as you can."

"No can do boss, got something I've got to do."
"Then take some advice. Speak softly, and carry a fucking rocket launcher."
The clerk smiled, his words had a smokey emphasizes.
"I'll keep that in mind brother. Death Before Dishonor." Bill gave him a prison gang good bye, hopping to earn a few brownie points. If nothing else, he'll be able to get me my liquor cheap.
"TCB young blood, TCB."

Bill took a large sip of his Crown and Sword as pulled his big, black, iron, box along with him. The weight felt good at his side and the booze added something to his steps. "The Shadow Men in this town will pay. I'll make them wish they'd never been.... What ever the fuck Shadow Men where, born, made, whatever. Bill always made things hard on the evil shadows of a place. But this time, he would really try to fuck with them. Just his presents was enough get them all up on a pisser. It was part of his cures somehow. Bad shit just came alive, and looking for him.

He looked to the night sky, saw the gold, burning in the night sky. Ramn'O, he spoke to himself. Well, there is not time like the present. He ducked into the ally next to the Liquor store, and opened his Big Black Box. Time to dip in the War Chest. Bill pulled out his bullet proof vest, woven with wolfs bane, and flakes of silver, between the Kevlar. The symbol on the front was unknown to him. He always called it, "The Broke Back Dragon". Next he strapped his silver plated dagger to the small of his back. Will do very little against a real Wear Wolf, maybe give him a prick he could do without. But it's better then nothing. It's the load I choice that will make the difference. He pulled his Model 1911 Colt 45 W.W.II area. It was a beast of a gun. But as most real combat men knew, weight mente reliability. This gun had been throne in the mud, tossed off a cliff, and throw at least one plane of existents. And still, every time, it found it's mark true. Just adjust the sight some, and good to go. He pulled one of the 6 red marked clips from the War Chest, and slammed it home. He's spent way to much money getting these made. Whole, silver tipped, wolves bane mixed into the powered. And a wicked little poison chaser. Dipped and cooled over nine nights in some kind of blood infecting, body eating, poison. Liz was so much better at guessing at the things I might need. These bullets where her idea, her brain child. If I make it out alive because of them.. I owe her, big time. And Bill McCun always pays off his markers.

The last piece he add to his home made ready kit was a pendent of friendship he'd taken off a dead man. He had been Romany Kai-Hey... It was a greeting, and a singe of peace to any Gypsy who might see it. But if they knew the truth, that his cures was Romany, they'd see him as Em-A-ray, damned. No info would come from them, and differently no help. He'd be lucky to walk away with his life. As Em-A-ray, he would be seen as one of the Kai-Hey, outsiders, who had tried to kill off the Gypsy's throw time out of mind. With this simple pendent, he hoped to get the info he needed from who ever was giving off that golden shine in the sky.

It hadn't been there before, not till now, not till the sun was down... God Damn Gypsy's, they mine as well be Vampires.. They always come alive at night, drinking like sailors, stealing everything around town that isn't nailed down. A small smile came over his lips. For as much as they were responsible for his pain, he could also admire their ways a bit.

The Big, Black, Iron, Box, or War Chest as he called it, began to get heavy as he pulled his large trench coat on. It's covered more then just his gun, his danger, and his body armor.. It hide him, in the shadows, in the crowed. No magic needed for this trick. It's just, you never notice that guy.. You see him, you notice him, but you never think about it. He adjusted his sun glasses, and began to pull his very real burden with him, following the golden light.

He makes his way, almost without thought, ignoring the disembodied as he made his way to the source of the golden light. A mansion, the road people have moved up in the world. No sooner had these words passed his mind, then he was blinded by the combos of light and flare that attack him. He garbed his head, gun glasses falling to the ground. He felt as like his mind was being pulled in more directions then one human could stand. Deep, light, and pale, Greens poured from this house. Mixed with Red's, Brown's, Black's, and a large golden string in the dead center. His eyes shut against the pain, What the hell is going on here? I've got to get away, or I'm going to throw my guts up into the street here. His eyes crossed, and the attack was gone. The light was gone, peace, had settled over the house. I shouldn't be here, I should go. But if that kind of power was in there, and there is a Roman'O in there... He's got to know about Nikki, and maybe how to help me...

William "Bloody Bill" McCun, screwed his courage to the sticking place, and passed throw the gates. Power, yes, power is here. He could feel it in his blood, in his cursed bones. Someone's got to be able to help me here. He scanned the front court yard, noticed the trees, and run down look of the front. He took it step by step, till he made it to front door. A push, the kind that screamed ward to him, tried to keep him from coming any closer. But his cured blood, which he could always count on to give him enough rope to hang himself, let him get away with one loud knock. He backed up, before the ward could do anything really nasty. Bill cocked his gun, made a small prayer to whoever might be listening. Then it hit him... I've been to worried about Wear Wolves.. This looks like a Vampire hang out.. As always, he didn't get the full picture till just then. And if it was a blood sucker shooting that much power out, the Gypsy inside was most likely dead by now. Bill McCun, felt justifiably fucked.

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise watches remaining silent as Jack jumps to block her form from Morereg. Then as Jack bellows " HOLD" towards Morereg, loosing the hold upon the roses they simply fall to land upon the floor as slender fingers twitch then dart upwards to cover her pointed ears. Strangely not unlike Moreregs own ears.A slight wincing motion flows through Anise before she allows her hands to drop to her sides once more. Lips upturning to offer a soft smile towards Jack then Morereg. Parting her lips once again as Anise replies to Morereg." None blame the wolf, lion, ...Nor any other hunter for taking what they need....Such are the ways of life. Such are my ways. Looks are deceiving at times. I am truly sorry that some have ruined what i have been trying to teach for so long.".

Shaking her head once before Anise allows her form to crouch as she retrieves the roses. A soft sigh of miscontent flows past her lips then rising Anise mumurs faintly " Tell me Jack..Have the old ways faded into the sands of time....Have i made a grave mistake in rising at this timeframe..?"Anise stands as she falls silent pondering what to do with the city.With all who have simply desired to run and create chaos.

A plan forming within her mind creates a deep frown then glancing back towards the two men before speaking softly " Perhaps there is still a way to make all right..For me to atone for the sin's of my kindred. Perhaps if i offer myself all may be set right." Anise pthinking on the details that if even a simple few of the ruthless get wind of her awakening they will desire her power through her death. From her blood..Anise cannot help but smile at the simple plan to lure in all those that desreve death. Knowing that her possible death can set all right.

Anise makes aslow path towards the nearest window then stands looking out. Turning to face Jack before smiling sadly once more. " I always loved this city, The park especially, What had they done to it..I thankyou Morereg for restoring it to how it should be. How it once was ...Promise me when the time comes to find a place within the park for my eternal rest."
Turning to face the window once again Anise having told her true feeling for the first and mabee last time offers a content sigh as eyes scan the darkness before her line of sight.

 

[Bastionessex]

:: OOC, if it is OK with you Anise, I'd like to PM you with my idea for a kind of Gypsy like thing. I couldn't believe you mentioned it.. It was just what I was going for! ::

From the darkness, she sees a man step into the her line of sight. It seems he's moved away from the front stoop. His hair is short, dark, and his coat is long. He wears glasses to shade his eyes, and pulls a large black box with him as well. He stands, as a man use to facing impossible odds. His body language implies a kind of fatal exceptiones. He seems to be starring at the front door. Ready to move, be it run for the street, or some other combat action to defined. In what little light that can be found, she sees a pendent around his neck.. Something about it.

 

[a69adept]

Morereg looks over at the vampire his ears ringing, but unwilling to show his discomfort in the face of possible enemies. And the knock at the door goes unnoticed because of this... for the moment.

"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? Manke lle Tel'Quessir?"
(OOC Do you speak elvish? Were you of the people? Here is the link to common elven words and phrases. http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/phrase.htm)

 

[Anise Lecroix]

(Sure Bastionessex Pm me in private mess on lit, or you can reach me under Yahoo as anise_lecroix Anyone who has yahoo feel free to pm me or email is anise_lecroix@yahoo.com ^^ )

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Well the weekend is upon us and i have things to do over weekend so all have a good time and be well. I will be back on sunday afternoon / eve. ^^ Be well all! and have fun roleplaying.

Anise

 

[Rufus the Mad]

His keen eyes flicked from one to the other, from Vampire Queen to Elven Mage, and his mind worked furiously. Jack had always been the one in the middle, mostly by choice, and this was familiar ground to him. Hooking the claws of his foot into the stuffing of a nearby chair, he drug it to him, and in one swift move managed to not only holster the massive pistol, but flop himself into the seat and plunge the tip of the sword he held into the floorboards next to the chair.

"At ease boy," he told the Elf, waving his now-empty left hand at him in a dismissing gesture "You ain't got no enemies here that you don't make yourself. Find a seat and lets get some things hammered out here yeah, before somebody gets hurt. And as for you, Missy..." he added, turning to face the nearby Vampire I can find you a seat as well, if you wish. I think I have just come up with a fairly decent plan..."

Dragging another of the mouldering and overstuffed, yet comfortable chairs over, whether she needed it or not, the Cat then took his seat once more and began speaking quickly. "Alright," he said, looking at the Elf "I'm gonna assume that you came here for a reason, and judging from the hard-on you have for killing Vampires, it ain't that difficult to put a name to it. Well sir, I think we can oblige you. See, Lady Anise was right, she has been gone awhile, and I just didn't have the ability to police both the Vampire population and the Lycan community at the same time. Used to be the new respected the old, understood the strength that age and wisdom held, but now its all about power. Who has more, and who can get more by killing everybody else. Throw the Humans into the mix, and you have a madness cocktail, and let me tell you, this bitch tastes bitter as hell."

Gazing over at Anise momentarily, the Lynx allowed himself a slight smile as he continued, saying "We built this place, you and I, didn't we, Lady? I watched the first settlers arrive, saw the first of the forests trees fall to make way for their buildings, and greeted you when you got off that stagecoach. We chose who to let in, divided the city as it grew, and sat the laws down for our kind. Now, I work with the forgotten Humans, the street people, and you have all but faded to myth. Our kindred have ruined our dreams, they've run off almost every decent citizen, and the few that remain do so only because of allies and protectors like me and a few others. The rest are either working for someone, not worth saving, or have joined the Hunters..."

He shook his head then, his heavy paw/hand resting on the hilt of that strange sword as he thought again of what was lost to them. Then, heaving a sigh, he looked from one to the other and began olaying out his plan, looking for all the world like a general planning a seige. "Anise, you are correct, if you allow your presence to be known, these younger Vamps will flock to you, seeking power and blood. But I don't think it would be wise to simply go to the park and wait... No, we need to do this in a controllable situation, one where we can stand and fight. The walls, cieling, and floor of the basement chamber are warded against passage through them... I doubt if even you could get through, my dear, and it would make a fine location. One door, plenty of room to maneuver, and hell, there's even cages if we want. And yes, they are warded too, I checked.

Morereg, if you want to kill Vampires, I'm gonna give you your fill, and once thats done, we're gonna go after those idiot Lycans. It's time to take back this city, and between the three of us, it just might be possible. So, are you up for that sort of challenge ther Elf, or do you think you would rather just go back home now?"

 

[Bastionessex]

Much love from the front yard..

The air became cool, and took on the substances of soup. Each breath a controlled struggle to keep his lungs filled. To add to his problems, he pulled a smoke from his 414 pack. I'm giving this five more minutes, then I'm out. Miss McCun didn't rise no fool. A flare of white caught his eyes, as he saw the ghost of some kind of Doctor or lab guy, moving slowly around a corner of the house. Sure is a funny place for a guy like that to be hanging around.

The air was split, by roarer of rag! In a split second, his gun was out and ready to rock and roll. A monster, the likes of which Bill had never seen, came running around the same corner the Doctor had come from. It looked like some kind of experiment gone bad. Claws, long, deadly.. Teeth, sharp, and protruding from it's mouth some. It was large, huge, and dripping from some unknown storm. It looks more like after birth fluid.. The thought was there, and gone, and the monster was on top of him. It knocked him down, ripping at his vest. The creature stepped back with a scream, something had hurt him, as he tried to rip into the "Broke Back Dragon". Bill took good use of this time, summer salting away as quick as he could. His gun was up, as his feet hit the ground, and he straitened. Five shoots left the cannon, and five shoots hit home. Three in the chest, a wild one in it's left leg, and the bitch knocking him square in his for head.

It stumble, it's evil, dead eyes, grew misty, and a single yellow tear seemed to escape it. It clutched at it's chest, in what Bill could only think of as being disbelief. It wasn't the only one shocked. The fucking bullets just passed throw. It's a fucking ghost! But how the hell could it touch me, rip my vest? I'm going to need a little something more then this gun here. It still stood there, sobbing now, like a baby. Not sure if it was hurt, or just taken by surprise at this new bold move. Bill took his time, it didn't look like it was going any where for the moment. He reached in his black bag, the one that held his "Mojo", not his War chest.

The nylon strap of the bag cut into the skin of his neck, as he fumbled in his bag. He pulled the ward flask, full of the white powder he had used in the hotel room. Fuck, not now, come on... Next he got his fingers around something and cursed as he pulled out a $100 dollar bill. Fuck, I don't think it'll make change for me. Where the hell is it. Jesus and all the Saints, where the hell is it! The once towering monster, turned baby, was starting to get the idea of what was going on. It wasn't hurt, it wasn't dead, again. It was fine, and the yellow tear, which had scared Bill the hell out, were drying now. It's long, dark tongue, flicked against it's huge teeth. It moved, one step, to make sure it still could. The next one will be twice as fast, and I'll be one dead mother fucker.

He dug in the bag, pushing his hand as far as it would go, and he found it. It was a small, baby food jar. The fuse poked throw a small hole in the top of the jar. The beast was on the move, as he pulled the book of matches he'd taken from the liquor store and flicked his writs. The fuse was lit, and the jar was away. Bill jumped to his left, trying to seek cover behind the old Willow Tree. All but his right leg made it, before the jar exploded in the Beast face.

A scream this time, that made Bills hair stand on end. It didn't sound like a monster.. More like, a kid.. Maybe a girl. Damn, I didn't hit a kid this late at night, did I? He could hear the monster struggling against something. He poked his head around the tree, looking a great deal like Bugs Bunny checking on a trap set for Elmer Fudd. It's hug arms where warped around it's self. From the center of it's chest, a faint blue light seemed to emanate. The yellow was back in it's eyes, as it stumbled around like a drunken bear. It fell to it's knees, and Bill came from around the tree. His gun, once again in his hand, as he looked on at the miracle taking place. It's a ghost, but nothing I've seen before. How could it touch me, how could it cut my vest up? Wish I knew what the hell was in that funky little boom. Another of Liz and Sandman's gifts. Knowledge, lost, cause they dyed knowing me.

It was all over, but for the crying now. It curled in on it's self, and slowly the shape began to fade. As it did, the monsters shape began to bun into the ground underneath it. I hope you find some peace, where ever the hell it is your going.

The pain hit Bill like a bottle of Crown and Sword over the head. A piece of glass, he caught it in his right leg. He propped himself under the Willow Tree, and ran his fingers over the wound. It's in there deep. Might have to carry this around for a few days. Till I can get back to the pad.. He tried to get to his feet, but fell again with a loud grunt. His eyes began to close, as he fought against it. Must have.. Gotten my.. artery or something.. He dug again in his bag, this time pulling out just what he needed without any problem. He tied the rag around his leg, and as he tightened it the world around him spun. He saw white, and followed it up till he saw the face of the ghost Doctor. "I need help my man... I don't know if I can ... fix it myself."

The world was gone, as William McCun, became lost his hold on the real world in the worst place to do so. The blood from his leg flowed from a bright red, to a darker shade.

Inside the house, five gun reports where heard from the front yard. Then a loud explosion, followed by sounds of screaming and rage. A blue light came throw the windows for a split second, and then was gone..

:: OOC, man, you guys are making me work for my in, aren't ya. LOL No, no, don't get me wrong, I like it. I don't just, come into town, and meet you guys right off the bus. I like playing it all out like this, it's fun! But if you guys aren't digging it, just let me know. I know I've kind of stepped in, and started playing around with plot and story, and such. Once again, if you see a problem with the post, let me know and I'll fix it. Bastion ::