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

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Actually, I was waiting for you to make yourself seen or heard, since we're all inside, and you're outside. I'd say you did a damn fine job of it though!!)

Without even so much as a chance to grin at the jibe he had made toward the Elf, Jack shot to his feet and was rushing toward the doorway, it not taking his sensitive ears to pick out the gunfire and explosions that marked the fact that a battle was being fought right outside.

The sword, which he had wrenched free of it's place in the wood of the floor, glowed brightly in his hand, it's hunger for battle growing like a living thing in the core of his mind as he burst through the doorway with a snarling roar, landing on his feet and free hand while his eyes, ears, and keen nose scanned the area. His brows drew down in consternation when he could see no true enemy, only a strangely shaped and rather pungent blast area that seemed to be burning itself into the grasses, and the scent of rich arterial blood that led his gaze to the crumpled form of what looked like a fallen Hunter.

"Fuck." he said bitterly, rising once more and walking over to the fallen Human. From the looks of things, he had been through a fight with something, and had gotten the shit kicked out of him. The self-tied tournequet was doing a fine job of slowing the bleeding, but was gonna leave that leg dead inside half an hour. Well, there ain't no sense having somebody die on my damned doorstep, now is there? he thought to himself as he squatted down next to him.

That was when he saw the lifeward imprinted on his chest plate. Dumb fucker would have been fine if he had protected his chest better, but that slash through the matrix had killed the spirit that was bound to the charm, pretty much ending it's ability to regenerate battle damage. Shaking his furry head, the Lynx rested the tip of his now faintly glowing blade in the center of the ruined design and looked at the Human for a moment. "I can save you boy, he said bluntly "But we're gonna have to come to an understanding first, got it?"

 

[Bastionessex]

Jerked from dream land by the ungodly sound of something even madder then the last monster. He felt for his gun, but only felt his empty hands. He gently repositioned, sitting up more against the tree, and sliding his hand round to his silver plated dagger. A hug cat stood in front of him, it's large sword, sending off that Red and Brown color he had been seeing. He looked into the cats glowing eyes. Adrenaline had his super naturel shade working over time. His head felt it was going hay wire as he took in more info then he knew what to do with.

He saw a forest prime evil, large ever green canopies, and the feel of the wild. A naturale green light seemed to fill the fading world behind him. Green is good.. He's, not a that bad a guy.. No matter how hard a line he takes. Which means, he might not murder me..

"I can save you boy, But we're gonna have to come to an understanding first, got it?"

(He speaks in perfect Romany, read Gypsy.) "I am a stranger, traveling the paths, and roads of life. Do me harm, and bring shame to your family, and the earth." Don't have much time, can feel myself going under again. I hope this guys the Gypsy I was looking for. And not just some random... Big Fucking Cat Guy!

William "Bloody Bill" McCun, can feel light draining away from his mind. He sees the confuesed, yet grinning look on the Big Cat mans face. He passes out again, adrenaline, no longer enough to keep him going. Once again his fate is left in the hand of luck. Good or Bad, it always seems to work out the same. In the end Bill will get into some really bad trouble... And in the end, his cursed fate, would pull him in deeper. The last thought that passed before darkness took him was... Did I drink the whole bottle of Crown and Sword? I sure could use a smoke right now. In his glossy, half un conches state, he lets his parting words to the Liquor store guy slip throw his lips. "Death, before dishonor. TCB." Did... I say that out loud?

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Jack was taken back slightly by the Rom, but grinned his slow grin at the old phrasing. "I have no family boy," he said easily, the old language rolling off his tongue "And the Earth doesn't seem to like you very much at the moment. Besides, this butterknife is hungry for the magic coursing through you. It can smell the curse in your blood."

He looked at the dying man, watched the hot, red blood seeping out of him through the slash in his leg, and then looked hard into his rapidly whitening face, and shook his head slightly, dropping the tip of that humming blade as he heaved a slight sigh. "You ain't no threat though, are ya boy. Nah, you ain't rightly got any fight left in ya."

Reaching into one of the many pockets of his thick vest, the old Lynx drew forth a small vial of a rich blue liquid and edged closer to the recumbent form, treating the Human as if he were a skittish animal, took hold of the wounded extremely in one wide paw, planting the sword into the cold earth beside him as he did so to allow him to examine the wound. "Well," he said with a frown "You got somethin' stuck in there good don't you? I'm gonna have to get that out first... and that's gonna hurt like a bitch." Grabbing a fallen stick from the nearby tree, the Cat tested it's strength and handed it to the man, bidding him bite down on it while he worked to remove that shard of glass from the ragged flesh before him.

Probing and exploring, his touch surprisingly gentle for having such rough hands, The Lycan was able, after several minutes to pull the curved piece from the mans leg, followed almost immediately by an increased flow of blood. Catching the small azure-filled cylinder in his teeth, Jack twisted the top off and quickly and emptied half the contents into the wound, clamping his hand down over it as soon as he had finished to allow the rather expensive potion to work its magic. This strange brew held the ability to regain the strength of even the strongest Lycanthrope, healing any wound, and had been given to him long ago by a travelling Witch he had rescued from a ,rather viscious mob. And if he had possessed anything else that would have saved the man, he would have used it, rather than this precious vial. As it was, however, he waited for the slight tingle on his palm that told him the concoction was doing it's job, and then took the stick from the mans mouth, pouring the remainder of the precious fluid down the nearly delerious mans throuat to give him back his strength.

Not being entirely without thought, Jack quickly removed the mans weapons while he had the chance, storing them in the strange iron box he found nearby, and sat back to watch, drawing his new sword out of the cold earth once more while he waited the few moments it would take for the man to recover. It wasn't that he was going to torture him, or even threaten him unneccessarily, but he wasn't about to take any chances.

 

[Bastionessex]

:: OOC I'm pretty sure my man would be to busy in pain, to hear much of what your saying homes. I don't mean to make you repeat yourself, just playing it throw you know? And thank you for the complement on how I got myself noticed. I thought, "Well, if your going to do it, best do it with a bang." Thanks for bearing with me, and helping a new player get involved. Bastion. ::

Bills eyes opened wide, to a scream he thought must be another of the Big Cat Mans kind. But surprise took him when he discovered it was his own mouth making such a howl. The Big Cat Man was digging in his flesh. He had thoughts of the cannibal like fields just out side a small southern town he had visited. And remembered Nikki, burning a piece of his soul and damning him for as long as he lived. When the memories shock themselves from his brain pan, he tried to relax his body. The Cats hands where trying to be gentle, and doing a pretty good job of it at that. It's just that the wound is bad is all. Fucking baby food jar boom, what was I thinking?

He remembered the Cat Mans mouth forming words. This was news to him. He didn't know that things, such as him, could speak as humans do.. A wooden stick was placed between his teeth. It gagged him, and he didn't want it. But Bill didn't want any broken teeth either. Was I dreaming, or did him speak Romany to me as well? His thoughts where jumbled, as the piece of glass was pulled from his right leg. A wash of blood rushed from his head, throw his heart, and out of his leg. Bills head swam as the flow threatened to send him back to the land of Nod.. Maybe this time for good?
That's when he became aware of the little vial. Oh shit, not more magic, not more shit to make my life even worse. Weak as he was, he had to trust in the last thing he wanted to trust in.. His cursed blood, which had shown The Big Cat Man to be a man of nature, a beast. Which hopefully means he only eats what he kills, and only kills what he eats. And in other people, people he didn't know.. People who would need a sand box, not a litter. His teeth bit into the wooden bridge, leaving small human teeth marks.

The blue liquid was poured onto his wound, and felt cool and soothing... At first. As soon as the Big Cats palm was on his leg, it began to burn like the fires of hell. Bill tried to pull away, but with The Big Cat Mans size, and Bill being weak.. It went almost unnoticed. He could feel the liquid burning his tissue, melting it, and forcing it to bound together. As a Black Smith would mend a broken chain, his leg wound was being healed. Just as the pain began to die away, he felt the Big Cat's hand on his head. The stick was pulled, not so much from his mouth, but his teeth. Bill had bitten down hard. And the stick was now, somewhat implied on teeth.

Bill sighed, but the cool air was followed almost immediately by the same blue liquid being dropped into his mouth. His throat burned, reminding him of the Crown and Sword he had stashed somewhere. Bill could feel his insides burning, growing strong, and erasing the weakness inside him. His body convulsed, jerking him upright. I think my eyes will burn out of my God Damn Head! His hand flew to his sun glasses, and yanked them off. He began rubbing his eyes, as he regained his composure. Patting his pockets, looking for his smokes.

As the Big Cat looked down at Bill, he saw.. A rather large man, of athletic build, trying his best to hide it with a large trench coat, and baggy pants. He looked a great deal like one of the street kids Jack worked with. A few days growth showed on his face, and weary, dark circles, high lighted the strangest eyes he had seen in a human. (Maybe?) His eyes took in as much light as they could, with a golden shine to them. His hair was short, very short, almost hugged his scalp. And he did the oddest thing, for a man who had been so close to death only a few minutes ago. He pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket. He used the flick of his wrist to light the book of matches her produced, almost from no where.

Got to play this right, or I'll have Two Tones of Big Ass Cat one me. (In perfect Romany, with a slight Romanian inflection.) "I am a stranger, traveling the paths, and roads of life. Do me harm, and bring shame to your family, and the earth." A smile came from the Big Cat's mouth, and for some resin it putt Bill a little more at ease. "Tobacco?" He asked, this time dropping the inflection some, to let the man know he spoke English as well. "I'd offer you a drink, but.. It's in my War Chest. Which, I can see you've taken a look in." He dropped the Rom, and spoke plane English, with a slight back east sound to it. "You, Ro-Mare-Ro?"

I'm speaking to a Cat, and I didn't even have to fall down a rabbit hole... This pretty much sums up my life to this point. Cursed by a fucking Gypsy, forced to watch folks who care about me, rather I do them or not, die left and right. Ghost speak to me like normal people do in line at the Super Mart. Every bad thing there can be, coming down on my head. From the time I get up, and sometimes even when I'm asleep to.

(In flawless Rom, with a smile on his face.) "Cat got your tongue?"

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Squatting across from the man, his wide, dextereous paws and oversized feet covered in the same short silvery fur that fuzzed over the rest of his body, and his black-tipped ears and oversized eyes focusing tighly on the supine form before him The oversized clothing that he wore, obviously picked up from a secondhand store, was drawn tight across his thickly corded muscles, and his stubby frame was resting lightly, ready to move.

He listened to the words the man spoke and gave an odd smile, tilting his head slightly before speaking. "You got a strange habit of repeatin' yourself boy." he said with a smile in his voice, not bothering with the Rom this time. "I already told you I ain't got no family, and hell, even if I did I doubt there's much I could do to dishoner 'em any."

"You keep yer smokes boy, I never touch 'em, and as for drink, I'd prefer Tea. I appreciate the offer though, all the same. As for my tongue..." he said, flicking the glittering tip of his blade back and forth slowly "You might wanna start considering your words a bit more carefully son, you never can tell when they might be your last., understand? To answer your question though, no I ain't Rom, but you don't hang around as long as I have without pickin' up a few things. As for your... What'd ya call it? "war chest"? Catchy. As for my lookin through it, all I did was drop yer stuff inside. Hell, I didn't even know it was yours 'till you said so."

His eyes narrowing, the Cat shifted the focus of the conversation. He already knew all about himself, after all, and what he really wanted to know about was this newcomer. "So let's just start with the simple stuff, shall we..." he said slowly "Like what the hell happened to your for instance, and what the fuck you were shooting at. Then, if it's not too awful much trouble... maybe you can tell me what you did to get yourself cursed while you're at it..."

 

[a69adept]

(OOC Sorry guys. My post did not get through. I am going to try again)


Morereg looks over at Jack sitting back in the large mostly beat up chair with that everything is all right with my world and I can do as I want because the world owes me look on his face. And that "You ain't got no enemies here that you don't make yourself.” Stuff. I wonder if he believes what he is shoveling. But it would be better to start some kind of alliance or even better just a working relationship. At least that would give him a few people who knew the city…. Even if one was a vampire.
, and maybe at the end of all of this I could fix Anise’s vampire problem. That would solve several problems. He like the thought of that and a smile came to his face. Kill the mad dog types or at the very least bring there numbers down to something much more reasonable in both Lycan and vampire. Cure the vampire and that should set everything right.

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?"

Morereg looks at Jack Not sure if it was a insult or a challenge. In elven culture that was both a grave insult as well as a challenge. But then again he was not in elven lands. So he had better tread carefully around both of them. At least until he knew there abilities.

Glancing over at Anise, Morereg wonders about the vampire looking out the window. It both gives him time to compose himself and for him to gage Anise and what she is. Looking at her he thinks how hard would it be for a human to contain the memories of hundreds and hundreds of years. Is that why most of them go mad? They cannot handle time?? That could be very interesting subject about humans. They push themselves because they have such a short time to live that when they gain long life spans and are not ready for it. Do they go mad because they have not the training or the mental abilities to deal with all of the memories? Morereg pulls out a small not pad and jots down a few notes and then turns to Jack in the silence of the room.

“I have killed dragons in there lairs. I am sure a few vampires will not pose that….”

BAAM…BAMM…BAMM….BAMM…BAMM…….


He looks toward the window to see just who is shooting whom only to see a bright flash of blue white light and then the explosion reaches his ears.

BOOMM

Morereg doges to the side as pieces of glass fly out from the window and dust and bits of plaster fall from the ceiling. And the only thing that he can think of is TRAP. He walked into a trap. But as the spots cleared from his vision he can see Jack clearing the steps three and four at a time. He looked over to Anise only to see her lost in some old memory that has nothing to do with the present. And what is happening. She seems to casually brush off a few pieces of broken glass off of her clothing. But Morereg can spare not more time and head up the stairs to see what is going on.

He reaches the top of the stairs and then the landing his vision finely clear from the spots. Only to watch as Jack pulls the curved glass from the mans leg. Then as he lifts the azure potion empties some of the potion into the wound. Then the rest down the mans gullet. Jack then removed the mans weapons.

“Jack… I have a question for you. Actually a few, One is that potion for curing were-creature or humans? Because I am betting that it is for curing were-creatures because that is what I would be carrying if I were you. However were-creatures have a greatly different metabolism from normal humans.”

Morereg looks over at the human as he slowly pulls the stick from his mouth. And then snaps upright his body convulsing like he is in extreme pain. And then he patted his clothing looking for something.

“Well I do not think that you poisoned him….but he still might have some interesting side effects from a potion like that. But what are you going to do with him NOW? Because I am sure that the city guard heard that little bit of commotion. And I have no idea what they are going to do.”

Morereg steps around Jack and over to the right using the porch supports as a bit of cover and looks at the human.

(In flawless Rom, with a smile on his face.) "Cat got your tongue?"

 

[Bastionessex]

In the front yard, Heeeerrreees Bill!

Bill smirked, enjoying the sound of the Big Cats Southern like draw. "Thought it would be rude not to offer." He pulled on his cancer stick as he listen in amazement at the Big Cat Man talk. It's like watching a Garfield cartoon, only.. Horribly real! "Just a joke Tom, just a joke. You've got to, kind of be understanding... I've never seen nothing quite like you before.. Shit." He spoke rom, this might be the guy I'm looking for. Slowly, Bill pulled at the length of rope around his neck. Showing his pendent, and hopping that would answer a few questions... It didn't. "Just be careful with that big fucker, alright?"

He stood up, and saw that another guy had shown up. Long ears, kind of big.. He's got a funny way about him. His eyes did a quick change on him, showing him the guy as he was right then. And then showing him a picture of him dressed to the nines in some kind of gold or silver armor. One funky thing at a time Bill. You've been her before. You keep trying to take to much in, and you'll go insane. So, one thing at a time.

"Thanks for policing my gear.." He walked a little towards the chest, but saw The Big Cat Man wasn't going to have any of that. "I got into town tonight.. Had no where to go. I made my way here by following the lights..." Not to much detail Bill, you'll hang yourself with it if your not careful. "Looking for a Rom who could help me out. A fellow brother." Bill gave the Big Cat his best charming grin. "I came into your front yard, Looking for Water.... (An old Gypsy term for help, and friendship) and got jumped by some big bad ghost... Or something." Got to play this next part right.. I mean, I've got sprit Mojo and charms all over me. "Lucky for me, I'm use to traveling in some.. Dangerous circles."

William "Bill" McCuns' mouth hung open like a broken screen door. He knows I'm cursed. How the hell does he know I'm cursed. "I... um... I did something very foolish when I was younger. And... Oh hell, if you know this much. I came here looking for someone who might be able to help me get this shit off me. I..." He smiled like, well, like the cat that got the blue jay. In a low voice, bending toward the Tom Cat, and the funky eared guy. "I see dead people." He released his smoke in a large laugh. He pulled a tear from his eye, less from his lame joke, and more from the memories of so many dead. And the hope that maybe this was what he had been looking for. "Haha.. Oh, but all kidding aside It's true. Something bad, real fucking evil, kicked off in there. And I'm willing to bet it had something to do with Doctors, or a lab, or something? Right?"

He took in the strange picture the Tom Cat and Ear Guy made. The quick change had slacked some, and now he was just seeing the Ear Guy as he was now. "My name is William "Bloody Bill" McCun. I'm damned, how bout you?"

 

[Anise Lecroix]

( ooc- Omg i have so much to catch up on.. * Taps forhead then grins wide* Best be getting busy here, Lest i desire to be left out and lost. * * )

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise continues to gaze out into the coming darkness, Her thoughts turned from the planing as the thoughts of Morereg reach her as well as Jack's reply. Parted lips giving rise to a soft chuckle then a mumured " I suppose my plan is not that great of one." Falling silent Anise allows her form to pivot slowly with one unbroken move before yellow serpentlike orbs fall upon Morereg. Lids narrowing halfway to give her a predatory expression as the left corner of Anise's lips curl upwards in a half smile.

Then making a slow path to stand before Morereg , Anise speaks softly Forgive us..We know not of your customs. Nor the way of your race. Dont not be offended. " " Allowing her form to bow as Anise's glance drifts towards Jack.The telling expression however slight had given her the inkling that Morereg had been insulted at the very least. Anise turning her attention back towards Morereg leans close to whisper to him at the image of him holding a paper and jotting things down. " Ask me anything you wish to know."

Then making a path to take refuge behind the chair that jack is set down in before chuckling softly then speaking once again towards Morereg. "My kin....are driven to insanity by a number of factors. Each varies...Some are simply weak..mentally...and never should have been turned.." Then Anise glances up at the ensuing chaos coming from outside.The scent of blood reaching her heightened senses. Dissapearing instantly only to reapear standing nearby the strange man. Anise moves towards Jack then extending her right hand into a pocket hidden by the purple scarf tied around her waste pulls out a small bottle filled with a clear but slightly cloudy liquid.

" Jack....Take this to aid in the healing of the man..He does not look good." Then slowly turns to walk off aways before taking refuge within the shadows. Orbs turn to survey the area before Anise calls out softly " Jack best to get him inside....before others come looking for a free meal..." Watching the male speak in a tone that brings back memories that are fragemented as well as make little sense to Anise. The only image is that of a stoic expression that seems to drift into deep thought as Anise continues to watch Jack healing the man. The single thought crossing her mind for all who can read her thoughts for the brief moment Anise wills it is < What a strange bunch and times these have come to.>

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Alot had happened, and damned quick, all punning aside. Jack sat there, his hunched form at his accustomed place in the middle of the maelstrom, and though carefully about what to do. The Human was quickly regaining his strength, and Anise was right, they really should get away from the smell of all this blood, but Morereg was correct as well, in that they had only limited options at this point as to how to proceed. The man deserved to get his cordial responses, even if he did seem a bit scatterbrained, but they had to move.

"Naw, he'll be fine." he said to the Elf, answering his earlier question without going into it right now, and then looked back toward the man sprawled across the grass. "Alright boy, on yer feet." he huffed at the man, pocketing the slender vial that Anise had handed him. He knew good and well what the potion he had given the man would do, and felt no need at the moment to add her magics to those of the elixer. Instead, he rolled up onto the balls of his feet and rose from his squat, ready to heft the mans form onto his shoulders if need be.

"We can head down to the lab," he told the others, ignoring the knowing smile that crept across the Humans features "Working out our defense as we go, and lock 'Gung Ho' here in one of the cells while we figure out our next move. You're right Morereg, the cops are certain to have heard the fireworks here, but they know better than to come out this far from the city core. This here is the huntin' ground, and they just ain't got the chops to play after dark. Naw, what worries me is what else might come lookin'. Our plan works in the confines of the house, but here in the open, we're cut bait if they decide to swarm."

"And when we get there, 'Bloody Bill'..." he said with a dangerous grin at the recovering Human "You can tell me all about seein lights and ghosts whilst you divest yerself of every weapon, charm and bit of hookum you got on ya. It'll all go in yer box, and be in the cell a space down from yours, so don't worry, I got no need of it. Now don't be shy about it neither, cause this..." he said, twitching the blade in his hand "Ain't just fer pickles. It let me see the taint in your blood easy enough, even before I could smell it, and it fer damn sure lets me see those layers of crap you seem so sure will protect you. If'n you be a good boy, you just might get the "water" you was hopin' for. If not, I get a meal without havin' to hunt for it. Got it? Now move."

"Oh, by the way," he said as the man started to rise, "That 'Tom' shit ain't as funny as you think, so give it a rest. You can call me Jack."

 

[Bastionessex]

Bills head was still swimming a bit, but all this talk of blood, and getting eaten had him moving. "Hold up, I got to go from here, to a cell!" I don't like the sound of that at all. And a meal, holly shit, this has gone from bad tow worse. He touched the lock picks in his back pocket, and cursed the fact he hadn't really studied how to use them. But they had gotten him out of that other cell once, maybe they would work again? I got to play along, it's better to dance with he devil I know, then the one I don't. But damn, I've got to give up my charms too!

"All right Jack...." Bill says with another of his charming grins. He was moving face now, pull his vest off, and placing his dagger in the War Chest. As he took the pendent off, he began to feel more naked then he would have liked. He pulled his bottle of Crown and Sword out, and began pull the War Chest towards the house.

"So, just what are you talking about that's so big and bad out here tonight? There is a lab, you sure it's such a good thing to go down there? That ghost was a real bad ass.. Never had one that could touch me, I mean look at my vest man. He cut throw it like butter! And I've seen that things stop...." Don't get all chatty Cathy, just because these folks might be able to help. Sure, this Jack guy might be on the level, but the Ear guy hasn't been all that talkative, and that lady is giving me that dead vibe. (Under his breath he makes a small prayer in Jamaican, hopping maybe an Oresha was listening.)

He walked up to the door and stopped, looking into the dead eyes of the ghost he'd taken to calling "Mr. White Coat.". His glassed where thick, black, and fixed with masking tap. He had pens in a pocket protector, full to the brim with different color pens, pencils, and a ruler or two. The ghost opened his mouth as if to say something, then took a look over Bills shoulder. He mouth closed, and the ghost crossed his arms and steeped aside. Bill took another sip of his bottle and turned.

"You sure this place is safe Mr. Jack?" The vibe Bill was getting from the inside of the door way, lent his belief that all things being what they where. I might just be, in way over my head! Singing under his breath, very quiet.. "Monster squad, were the monster squad."

 

[a69adept]

Morereg kind of smiles at the Tom comment. But as he thinks about it Jack most likely gets that a lot. But I guess humor is in the eye of the beholder.

"Jack.... I would agree with the human. I can seal this "lab" up with a wall of rock. I have a secure location just a few blocks from here. I know that there we will not swarmed. Or I could seal off the lab and create a extra-dimensional house for us for a few days. He should not be able to escape from there very easy since I can seal the door. On top of that Day or night does not matter in there. So Anise should not have any problems with the bright light. And since... Bill seems concerned with ghosts floating around. I think that it would be most wise."

He turns to Bill. His purple eyes almost glowing from the light shining from the crystal in his staff. It almost gives him a sinister look with the white blue light.

"I think that this would solve both problem the first being that Jack wants you locked up for your own good. And I agree with him that we should limit your movements until we find out just what is happening. But I also think that you should not necessarily be locked up. But then again I do not consider a lab to be a comfortable place to rest. I especially think that a lab with warded cages to be one of the areas that I would avoid. As I would not want to inveterately become one of the more permanent creatures that could live down there."

He looks directly at Bill then his hand checking on his lockpick. And then opens his inner vest up to show that he has several of his own custom made lockpicks. That are made from some black metal with his initials engraved on the ends.

"We will all be within the same area. We can watch what happens and talk about everything for all of us. That is my thought on the subject. What say you all?"

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Jack paused for a moment. He knew all too well that the Mage might have a more secure location, but that in and of itself presented a problem. He had, after all only met the Elf this evening, and had no real way of knowing what his intentions might be should he suddenly find himself in control of the situation like that. "No." he said bluntly, the tone in his voice brooking no argument. "Sorry friend, but I ain't known you but a few hours. If you can ward as you say, and can pull of those other tricks, then you can do it here as well as anywhere. This is neutral ground, held by me only because I got my feet on it, and we already know I trade fair."

He looked to the forlorne Human, seeing how unsettled he seemed to be that he was being secured in such a manner, and shook his head, spitting into the bloody grass as he said "You'll be fine boy. I look after those in my care, untill they make me think to do otherwise. You say you just got here, so you don't know me... if you had gotten the chance to ask around, then the locals would probably have sent you to me eventually anyway.

No, that chamber, lab or no, is already the most protected place I've ever seen, and with your friend Morereg here adding his own skills to the mix, there is no real worry of anything going wrong. The walls, floor, and even the ceiling are shielded against anything supernatural, that we don't allow entrance, including ghosts, and the only way in or out is by that one door."

Grinning back at the Elf, he shook his head again and spoke, saying "No... Thanks for the offer Morereg, but if anything should happen to you, then I don't wanna have to figure a way out of your sanctum. I'd rather stay with the devil I know for right now. But we do have to move. The fledgelings and pups will be wondering what the noise is about, and the scent of this much blood usually means a meal to the ghouls that prowl the shadows... You lot wanna meet them here, or shall we discuss our fates inside?"

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise stands watching the others in silence.Pondering the conversation that the men have. Taking note of Bill's fearfull expression a soft smile is issued as if Anise seeks to ease the mans tension. Glancing back towards Jack as his firm reply of no to Morereg is spoken. Chuckling softly for a brief moment before pivoting then making a slow path back inside and into the depths of the mansion. Moving back to the lab before Anise settles into a lone chair that faces the room.

Taking comfort in a slight rest as lids lower to close halfway. A soft tune is hummed past slightly parted lips. The tuns sounding like an errie tune from an antique music box. The tune bringing odd calm to Anise's emotions. So much had happened and the future's outcome unknown brings unease to Anise. Not only is everything new and foreign...So have the enemies become as well. Thoughts turning back to the starnge human/ fish creature brings fear to Anise.

Never had the ancient laid eyes upon such horrors, Such evil acts upon inocents. Frowning deeply as Anise tries not to stress about the future. The fear cannot be helped in the simple feeling of far worse had come to be created.Lives in exhistance. Parted lips give silence to her tune as a long sigh spills past lips that close firmly as Anise drifts off into deep thought. Jack had been correct. While Morereg seemingly apears calm and even kind nothing is sure. Shaking her head before allowing her left hand to rise and curl up to press againts her milky cheek.

Leaning into her hand as she cants her head to the left then allows her lids to open fully once again. Smiling at the soft sounds of the men making their way back inside once more. The single thought crosses her mind.< I seem to be lucky to have made such powerfull allies >

Calling out softly with ateasing tone " You best hurry or you might become dinner...for what is unlnown" A soft laugh then Anise waits for them to enter the lab once again. Deciding to ask Jack about the specifics of the kindred numbers as well as that of the local lycan population.

 

[Bastionessex]

Bill liked the sound of not going inside this place. "Hey Jack, I think your friend makes a good point here." Anything that will keep me out of a cage. He sees the Ear Guy smile at him, looking a little evil from the light at the end of his staff. He opens his cloak, and show a set of pick locks. Does he know what I've got planed? What I'm afraid I've got to use? "And what's all this about being swarmed?" He pushes past the Ghost Doctor, and into the open hall. The Lady moves past him, giving him a smile that is far to toothy for his liking. His eyes do another quick change, and he can see golden light around her. She's the one I was looking for, a fucking Rom Blood Sucker. Now I bet that's one hell of a story! Most die before they can be turned, or so the stories go?

For a time his mind is turned off, as he follows the strange thing in front of him. He took the time to notice her looks. She had a few nice curves on her, taking in every bit of her 5'9 build. As her hair swayed on the night air blowing throw the old house. He followed, transfixed. How old is she, does she know anything about Nikki? Hell, a Blood Sucker, she might have meet her. I hear they live a very long time. Forever if other are to be believed.

He follows her down the steps, and in the back of his mind he remember something about a lab, and the look on the Ghost Doctors face. His War Chest clanged as he moved down the steps following her. He sees her sit in a chain facing the room, and can hear the sound of the other guys following him. They are talking about something, and he knows he should be paying attention. But his eyes are on the woman with her eyes closed. Soft music comes from her side of the room, as Bill walks in. He doesn't even look around, which is very unlike Bill. "You'd best hurry, before you become dinner for what is unknown?" Her voice was soft, almost as though she where smiling throw it all.

He sat in front of her, on top of his War Chest. (In Rom) "What part of the world are you from Mother...? If a child may ask?" The rest of the crew came walking in, and he could feel Jack, the Big Cat Man, behind him. He could feel his frustration, and worry, like a blade at his back. Or, maybe it really was that big fucking can opener? A far off look had taken a hold of Bills eyes. His mind was lost in thoughts, and the sight of this woman...

 

[a69adept]

Morereg looks at Jack then Bill And then back to Jack. The tone of his voice calm almost teacher like as he talks.

“I can see your point of view. You do not trust me and I do not trust you and Bill does not trust either of us. And I do not blame him or you. And as far as you trading fair we have yet to see those goods. As far as I know the chamber below is your personal lab or possibly one of your assistants labs. You have already said that you and Anise were here since the inception of this city. How can we not be sure that you are not a beast on the inside as well just waiting for the right moment?”

Morereg gives a quizzical look at Jack. Almost daring him to prove he is or he is not a true beast. But he knows that Jack can only prove that with time.

“I have silver flashed daggers and you have not tried to lock me up. But the human is a different matter because he could be a hunter of your kind. So you fear him and want to lock him up. And maybe you should fear me as well. But I will not let you lock him up for no other reason that he got hurt on this doorstep trying to protect himself from something that attacked him. And as far as that chamber or lab is concerned it is an evil place and I WILL NOT ward it.”

Morereg looks into Jacks eyes then into Bills eyes hoping that they can come to a agreement in the next few moments. Because he could hear creatures out in the night coming closer. Several had gone past his detection spells in the park and that was only a few blocks away. He thinks for a few moments…

“They are close, But I will not ward the chamber. But I will ward the house for one night and one day with a physical shield. No more will I do.”


He then points his staff to the inside boundaries of the lot that the house in on. And going to the four corners of the house. A line of green golden energy seeps out to the boundaries of the lot. Gather in the four corners and then move both upward and downward. The energy seems to flow over the top of the house like rippling water creating a dome over the house. That after a few moments seems as if it is not even there as least until you touch it. Morereg lowers his head for a moment to catch his breath as he steps down to toward the barrier to make sure that the spells is correct. And he watches in amusement as a creature slams into the unseen ward hoping to make Morereg his next meal. The breaking and crunching of bones can be heard clearly, as well as the bones themselves healing.

“You must be a Lycan! I bet that hurt quite a bit. But you might as well tell the others to go away there is no meal for you here!”

Morereg turns his back on the creature and calmly walks back into the house. Knowing that the Lycan has marked him for death. But uncaring all the same. A man that has turned into a beast both inside and out disserves no respect.

“ So now here we four are??? So what’s next??

 

[a69adept]

(OOC My last post was # 666. the devels number "insert evil laugh here")

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise turns her head to gaze at Bill intently at the feeling of his stare. Offering a slim smile at the mention of the word "Mother", before turning her line sight away once more. Parting lips give rise to a soft reply " It has been to long to remember the place of my birth....I remember a river named Neris....Somewhere within the borders of Lithuana. Nothing more " Then rising slowly to pivot to face the men lids lowering at she gazes at at all three men.

Long slender arms fall to lay againts her sides as fingers close to create fists. The image of the rooms shadows begin to writhe as Anise's ire rises. Then Anise crouches suddenly as her left hand opens to touch one of the etheral shadows.It begins to writhe as it takes on a sphere shape then slowly changing forms into a small two foot demon like creature that watches the men with gleaming orbs filled with hate. Rising slowly Anise points towards the door then tells the creature " Go do the task of watching.

Turning to glance at the men a simple shake of her head gives way to a long sigh. Frowning deeply Anise speaks in a firm tone. " We all seem to have become the greatest of allies...You three cannot stop arguing long enough...to see the danger all around us! Please...stop such actions lest we seek to be killed. "Turning towards Morereg..Anise laughs softly " If any of us wanted eachother dead...that would have happened long ago. We are all the type not to waste time sitting around befriending those that we wish dead."

Turning to make her way back to the chair Anise sets down once more then turning to Jack offers a smile." I do not think a cage is warented for our friend here. I think he will behave..Because we are tame to whats out there...And if he seeks to escape allow him.I dont think he will last forever with such chaos around." Falling silent Anise turns to glance away as she falls silent once more.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Battle Plans

Jack stopped cold, knowing better than most how flustered Anise must be to have lashed out verbally, no matter how gently she had done so, and retraced the last few hours in his head in the space of a few long heartbeats. He had been about to lambast the Elf yet again, about to spout off something about "I didn't come to you ready to attack" or some such reactionary nonsense, but held his tongue.

In truth, he could easily see the wanderers point. He was, after all, new here, and was as nose-blind as any other man-kin. He could tell nothing about his surrounding beyond what his eyes and limited ears tell him, so for all he knew, this was Jacks lab. The Lynx faught a smile down at the thought of himself owning an actual Lab though... considering that three days ago he was panhandling for enough change to get a cheese sandwich.

Turning to the Human, he stood to his full six foot height and resheathed the sword across his back before readjusting the entire sheath to hang at his hip, saying "I know I'm being harsh on ya boy, and I hope you'll understand why. The Elf is right, I didn't lock him up, but I understood his motivations and the reason he was here when I met him, so it was unneeded. You... you come in here talkin about followin' lights and bein' attacked by ghosts, and I don't quite know whats goin' on yet. I got nothin' against ya son, and I really don't like lockin' folks up, but you gotta admit, you come to us under some strange circumstances. So you gotta expect a bit of caution." He nodded then before moving on, addressing all of them at once with his slightly raised voice.

"Alright," he said, still smiling "Anise is right. We don't none of us know each other here, so we need to fix it. You wanna put yer stuff back on boy, you feel free, but know that if you act up I'll toss yer ass out for the dark to gnaw on. Here's the lowdown, so pay attention.

Anise is the oldest Vampire in the city, and that makes her the Queen. I'm the oldest Lycan, but all that makes me is either lucky or smart. She has been asleep for awhile now, and now that she's awake we have a plan to clean house a bit, starting with the Vamps, and then hunting down the troublemaker Lycans. The ones that can abide by the laws we sat down so long ago can stay, and we have no beef with them, but the rest are gonna be dealt with."

Trudging into the house, ignoring the noises coming from outside, the Cat continued, saying "As for this house, yeah, it's old, but neither she or I knew a damn thing about what they were doing here. According to the books downstairs, and what we found there, they were fiddlin' around with genetics, recombining strains to make new and even stranger critters than we could normally find. As far As I know, that ain't never a good idea, but that didn't seem to stop 'em none. The wards are strong though, you can check 'em yourself, and hace all but completely blocked the chamber from observation and entrance from the outside. This is where I think we should lay the trap for our fanged friends, using Lady Anise's connection to them all to draw in those that would try to steal her power for themselves. This is as good a benchmark for evil intent as I can think of, so I don't see why it won't work. The only entrance," he said, pointing "Is this doorway, easily guarded from the landing beyond the door, and cut off from the chamber itself by the wall of the spiraling staircase. A classic bottleneck point, and perfect for ambush. Once they get to the floor proper, then we can attack them outright, and end the threat they represent. Morereg, we will need you blocking the door, not letting too many through at a time, and Anise and I will focus on taking them out. She on the floor, and me on the steps. Since you're here Bill, what do you think you can handle?"

 

[Bastionessex]

Bills head was spinning, Vampires, Critters, the guy in the lab coat.. Shit on me. I jump from the fire and into the flames. He digs around in his War Chest, looking for any kind of Vampire goodies. "Well, I got this Holly water.... I also go a bone from an unconfirmed saint. (Under his breath) Suppose to keep Blood suckers at bay. Oh yeah, I got six clips of some stuff Liz and Smokey made up for Vampires. Don't know what's in it, never got the chance to ask them." His fingers gently fumble over the clips in their velcro pouches. "But if Liz and Smokey say it will work, it should do the trick. I might have a few more in my black bag here." He pats the black travel bag slung across his chest.

Bag might not do me any good when the bullet hit's the bone though. That fucking monster ghost almost had me for dinner, while I was fumbling for that Baby Jar Boom. "I've also got a few of the Jar Booms I used out front. Don't know if they will work on Vampires, mostly for getting rid of evil sprits. But the Bang Bang factor could send them running? Plus, I don't know how many I've got." If only I could predict how this fucking bag worked! "But if I can find some good cover, I'll send more then my fair share to where ever the hell they go when the light dies out. Might not be much with the hand to hand against such things. But I can fire a gun, better then most." Bill gave a long shrug, and put his vest back on. He throw his trench coat over his War Chest, and took a long pull on the Crow and Sword. "Times like these, I'm reminded of a song." He puts his pendent on, and begins to softly sing under his breath. "The first cut is the deepest", raising his voice somewhat when the cores comes. "Baby I know..."

To Bill, having no idea how to use what little power his cursed blood may have given him. And being a child raised in a fat, over commercialized, country. Songs tend to trigger something inside him. Before, when Bill had found himself faced with death at unbelievable odds. This song came into his head.. And in the fight that followed, he had moved like he was seeing beyond. Supernatural speed or not, he had seen where his enemies where going to be, and going to do, before they did them. It had been like the quick chance his eyes did when first meeting someone. In his mind, and in his eye, things seemed to slow down. After, he had understood it was only his perception, not the real world, that had slowed.

"Hey guys... What, do you think, could be the worst posable thing they could throw at us? I mean, who's the baddest of the bad, when it come to these things? Do you know...?" Bill was thinking of his cursed blood, and his new friends. What happens if one of these strange people can help me, and I get them killed?

He looked back up the steps, fondly. I'd run if I could... But it's to late for that now. This had better pay off in the end. Or I'm going to be pisse! He jamed one of the blue, Blood Sucker clips into his W.W. II 45. "Baby I know..."

 

[Bastionessex]

He jammed the saints bone into his back pocket, tucked his 45 into his belted baggy pants, and readjusted his bag and vest. "By the way Jack.. The names Bill, not boy. And you underestimate me." He stood tall, remembering something he'd seen on The Learning Channel.

In the wild, when confronted by a Lion. Never Turn your back, and try to make yourself as tall as you can. Show weakness, or fear, and the cat will run you down.

He stood on his tip toes, trying his best to make his self look taller then he he really was. Maybe that guy on the show was full of shit? Didn't he get eaten by one of his tigers on stage in Vegas?

Trying his best to look confident, he wonders if now he'll have to worry about what's about to come throw that door and the Big Bad Cat Man. Bill thinks, maybe he should have just keep his mouth shut. Before he can stop himself, words escape his mouth. "Baby I know..." He tries his charming smile again..

 

[Rufus the Mad]

"Alright then 'Bill'," Jack said with a wry grin "Lets just see what you can do with all that fancy stuff then. Why don't you watch over Moreregs back, make sure he don't get overwhelmed at his post." Looking over at the distracted Elf, he called ut to him, saying "Is that okay with you, mage?"

It didn't really matter to Jack whether the spellcaster agreed or not, he would deploy the Hunter where he would do the most good, and where his little toys and trinkets couldn't harm or interfer with Anise and her spell casting, or his own activities. He would set up at the base of the stairs, near the open space, but close enough to lend a hand should they need it...

 

[Anise Lecroix]

Anise nods in silent reply to Jack about her position on the floor of the lab. Lips curling upwards at the stragetic location he had picked for her to fight. A soft laugh escapes her before Anise makes a path to the center of the lab. Raising her right hand to extend her index finger. Then slidding the sharpened pointed nail across the flesh of her left forearm to cut into her flesh. Turning her arm to allow her blood to flow as it drips to land upon the foundation. Then lids close as parted lips give rise to a whispered chant that is heard but the words unable to be made out.

The tone one that slips back to a time of her mortality, The accent slightly romany. Telling of deep concentration on Anise's part as the image of the etheral shadows writhe then flow to create a barrier upon the floor. Then in once smooth burst the shadows slide from the place underneath her feet to cover the floor. The portal to the death realm opened. The sound of tormented souls shriek from the portal creating a rather unpleasant sound of hatefull souls filled with bloodlust. Pivoting to walk towards the steps Anise moves upwards then to the front doorway. Swinging her wounded arm allowing a path of blood to be laid down as a soft whisper." I am here...Come to me my children"

Anise calls to the kindred. Then turning to make her path back downwards as slow steps allow a trail of blood to flow downwards. Soft laughter knowing that most kindred would rush inwards not paying attention to naught but the bloodtrail. Returning to the palce within the center of lab Anise raises her hands as they allow fingers to curl as if she is holding a small sphere. The room begins to pulsate with the dark mana Anise is summoning forth. Then the sounds of armour can be heard rising from the portal as the image of a large skelatol warrior apears to drag his form from the very portal. Eying Anise with red glowing eyes as the form bows then recives a bow from anise before it pivots to face the doorway. Twin swords raised as it steps to Anise's left then merely stands for protection alone. Anise simply stands ready and waiting.

 

[a69adept]

"Hey guys... What, do you think, could be the worst possible thing they could throw at us? I mean, who's the baddest of the bad, when it come to these things? Do you know...?"

Morereg looks over at Bill his eyes very expressive seeming to look into the very soul.

"Well... Bill that all depends on if any of these vampires or werecreatures know magic or psionics! If they do not then it is a very easy task. Hell we can lure the vampires to a specific open place and then seal that place and wait for the sun. Then by, by vampires you become ash. Or if the lure does not work then the hunt them down and drag them out into the sun light. You never and I mean never hunt a vampire at night on unfamiliar ground. Because remember most vampires are young say any where from 1 to 200 years. But they are going to know the lay of the land. They are going to know where to trap the hunter. They are going to know the ground where you are hunting them and will turn it against you. Now if you encounter a good vampire they are ones that have been recently changed to a vampire for the most part. I can change then back to what they once were. I can turn them back to there human form. I can do the same with werecreatures, there are even easer because they have not died first."

Morereg looks over at Anise. Wondering if she is truly a good vampire. But that was neither here nor there. Right now we should start working to become a some kind of team. Otherwise we will be ripped apart and eaten alive.

“ Now werecreatures are the same. You generally need to pick them off one at a time or in small groups. Finding them is a bit harder because they do not have a set pattern like vampires. And they blend in that much better with the general population. But a good search spell should find them.
Now the for the nasty part if they know magic or psionics it is going to be a lot harder. They might be able to summon creatures or even create them. They will be able to enchant the locals into helping them. And that is the good news it only get worse from there. They can send killing spells any where on the same plane. They can send those summoned creatures directly to you day or night. The very air you breath can be turned instantly deadly. The earth can swallow you. They can have lighting from a storm that they summoned strike you dead. They can have insects swarm and invade where you are sleeping to eat you alive.
That is them attacking us. Now for us attacking them they could be immune to arrows and bullets. Swords could bounce off there skin. Spells could be reflected back upon us. Our attack could trigger set spells that deliver lighting bolts, acid, bolts of energy or any one of a thousand different things. And if you have a good archmage then he can change his very shape into say a gnat and fly down into your lungs or into your nose and then turn into a slime creature that eats you with acid from the inside out.”

Morereg looks around for a clean chair and after deciding that there is not reached into his belt pouch and pulls out a miniature overstuffed chair. sets it down and says..

“Enlarge chair I command it so”

And the chair grows in size into what looks similar to a large modern overstuffed chair. In which he plops down into facing the rest of the group.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

Jack listened to Morereg's explanation of what they might face, watching as Anise went through her preparations, and though of how mistaken the Elf actually was. He was still thinking in terms of his own far-away homeland, a place where spells and the powers of the mind held such sway. He was more worried about explosives and weaponry.

"That whole changing forms thing is good when you don't have nothin' else," he said directly "But if they have bullets, blades, and bombs, they'll use those first, or more likely, use them with their natural abilities. I don't know if you've ever faced off against a full-fledged Vamp before Bill, but the fuckers are fast. Give 'em a good knife, and you are in a whole new world of hurt before you can draw yer next breath.

Forunately for you, the most powerful of their kind is right here, and that buys you something, but I was talkin' just last week with a wandering Vamp that saw Rome before it burned. Trust me, they got power you ain't even seen or heard of, and they got nothin to do with what they can cast. It's about how their 'gifts' came to them."

He drew his blade then, his eyes shifting almost automatically to see the writhing lines of power that snaked from Anise to her skeletal creation, and from the Elven Mage to his golden-green shield. He saw, too, the black streaks that seemed to surround the Hunter, wrapping around him and wriggling like a mass of blood-soaked worms. Yes, he was cursed, and the blade let the Lynx see it clearly. It also allowed him to see the blazing strength that seemed to shine forth from the spilled blood of the ancient Vampire Queen, and he could trace every splash or spill of it as it lay there in the shadows.

Beyond the shield, he could sense the power of the others gathering as well, the strength of her children. They knew she was there, knew she was waiting, and were gathering in numbers to try and take it. "They're coming..." he said slowly "Get yer game faces on boys."