War of the supernaturals II (IC Thread)

[haremfaery]

Professor Romanov's Outside Munich w/ Bahiya and Kenneth

"We know they are nearly ready and another sacrifice is due soon and somewhere near Munich. I thought once here, I might be able to pinpoint the location, particularly with your help, Professor. Tell me what you know and I can fill in with what we have discovered." She gave him a look of encouragement. It was clear the man was nervous. She hoped to calm him.

 

[kizkiz]

New York: Ahnah, Amir, Melea

Amir blinked for a moment listening to the broken English. If he hadn't been halfway to panicking he might have laughed. "How do we do what?" He asked. There was another notable pause as he played the words back in his head.

"Look we need to leave before the bad Men in Black come." Amir said taking another step back. The monster didn't look poised to attack but he certainly didn't want to be too close encase things changed suddenly.

"Is she one of you?" He asked Melea. He was still figuring out how all the different monster types worked.

Something large, obese and writhing fall from the roof behind Amir. It landed with a wet thawp. Blood and intensities burst from the body of zombie. It was fresh, at least as fresh as could be expected. He looked homeless, his clothes all dirty and torn. Something had mangled its throat, perhaps a bad vampire bite, and something had savaged its stomach. The zombie lurched back to its feet, shambling towards Amir. Another fell from the roof, this one was just a pile of bones. The bones reorganized themselves back into the semblance of a man. Then three more tumbled from the roof.

High above a shadowed form stood on the roof's edge. She was cackling.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Amir was suddenly thankful for all the training Lynden had insisted that he partake in. It still felt mostly usless but in this case he was thankful that instead of standing their gawking he'd leaped away from the corpse first and examined it a later.

"Shit." That didn't look like anything the Men in Black would be sending, they seemed to more of a military kind of group than that but Mark. . .it could be Mark!

That was terrifying, mostly because as far as he could tell he wasn't powerful enough to control Mark. Then a second dropped in and the cackling from the roof caught Amir's attention. "Uh. . .yeah that's the sort of thing I was hoping to avoid." He was careful with his choice of words though, he didn't want to give their new "friend" the impression that this cackling zombie launcher or corpse-a-pult. . .definitely corpse-a-pult. Actually catapults had nothing to do with felines. . . .

Something Melea said snapped Amir's mind back from their musings and he hefted what looked like it had once been the leg of a table and swung it at the nearest zombie.

He didn't know what effect he'd expected his attack to have, but the wet thunk like slamming his fist into a jar of caramel certainly wasn't it. Nor was the spray of decomposing viscera that landed on his shirt and face.

 

[kizkiz]

New York: Amir, Ahnah, Melea

In a blur, Ahnah darted past Melea and ran along the wall around Amir. She dropped to the ground and BELLOWED THE FULL FORCE OF TORNADO. The air ripped apart. Pressure and molecules slammed into the the zombies kicking them up into the air and shooting them thirty feet into the street, where a truck ran over them. The truck shrieked to a halt. The driver jumping out. In typical New York fashion the cab driver swore at the truck driver and swerved around, only to strike head first into oncoming traffic. The cab driver was hurled through the windshield to splatter into the oncoming minivan. The passenger and driver of that car -- a man and a women -- flew from their own Windows to meet his body. The three mingled in mid-air into a cloud of gore and tore flesh. The car behind the van slammed into the fan which pushed the van forward. The cab was pushed back, swerving without a driver to control the stirring wheel into the car behind. The ripple of traffic collisions branched out in both directions. From the mayhem, the zombies rose and fell upon the hapless and pinned victims of the thirty car pileup. Wherever their maws tore flesh and ripped body parts, the dead rose up to join their ranks.

And above them all an old lady cackled. "I see ye Ahnah! Hahaha. Death to all of you!" She leapt from the top of the building to the pavement below. Her body exploded into a cloud of pulp like she'd been dropped from the Empire State Building instead of three stories from an abandoned warehouse. Dark power welled from the carter her dead body formed. Vile evil. A malevolent desire for insatiable hunger. And the zombies relished in its sustenance as much as they did the flesh of the living.

Instead of five zombies thirty rose within the minutes following the pileup. And many more would follow as the contagion spread. New York had one of the highest population densities in the world. So human fodder for the zombies to devour and spread their blight. Vectors would shamble or sprint off into the over crowded apartment complexes in the poorest places of the city. Places where a broom closet cost two thousand a month and single mothers struggled to keep little mouths fed. If vampires were the calm nobility of undeath, these zombies were the uncultured masses waiting to rise up in revolt. Already ten include the undead cab driver, mother and father, and a bunch of Catholic nuns ran as fast as their broken bodies could carry them back towards Amir and Ahnah. The remaining twenty responded to local conditions, running towards pedestrians capturing the mayhem on their cellphones and the gawkers in surrounding apartment buildings. The drivers stuck in the mounting traffic the pileup had caused, those too greedy to abandon their cars, were like sardines unwilling to leave their tin cars. Those drivers were dragged from their cars as ever increasing throngs of zombies fell upon them.

 

[Stalzyn]

Romanov brought out an old Gothic book. The title was written in the lost Druid tongue and it was twice the weight of an Oxford dictionary and thrice as large.

"The ritual, Maximum abominatio translated in English as the Grand Abomination. " he started as he opened the book. "Even some witches still dread this ritual, calling it forbidden magic. Centuries ago, a Latin witch tweaked a necromancy spell meant calling up the dead into a spell that could summon. demons. The 12 Santifiers made up of 6 men and 6 women hunted down this witch and killed her in the forest of Estru now known as the Amazon jungle. Unknown to them, the witch had the necklace of Orisis and in three days would resurrect again."

Romanov paused to glare at the woman, "you said your investigation confirms 12 dead. That is the 12 Santifiers, the last entity they will be looking for is the woman-man, Known in Druid tongue as Chikrvra while in our days, tepTranssexual. On the third day when The nameless witch was to resurrect, a Chikra who was lost in the forest wandered to her gravesite. The magic of Orisis necklace had already brought her to the surface, and as the Chikra passed by she was drawn to the glistening necklace on the witch.
Unable to resist, she removed the necklace and claimed it as hers. Halting the magic that was due at nightfall..."

Romanov couldn't help but pause to ask, "Do you think I'm telling you fairy tales?" Kenneth's look while he was narrating prompted him to ask.

 

[haremfaery]

Glad you are back!

Bahiya listened to the story. "The necklace of Osiris. Someone must have it if they think to complete the spell. And they must be planning to complete the spell soon. Do you think they plan to bring back the witch? Or someone else? We need to find where they are doing the ritual and stop it. I need to make a call. We'll need more operatives."

"Don't pay attention to Mr. Langston. He's a bit more of a skeptic than most of us. Time and experience will fix that, I'm sure."

"What more can you tell us? Is there a place in or near Munich that would suit them to complete their ritual?"

 

[Stalzyn]

Glad to be back

Bahiya listened to the story. "The necklace of
Osiris. Someone must have it if they think to
complete the spell. And they must be planning
to complete the spell soon. Do you think they
plan to bring back the witch? Or someone else?
We need to find where they are doing the
ritual and stop it. I need to make a call. We'll
need more operatives."
"Don't pay attention to Mr. Langston. He's a
bit more of a skeptic than most of us. Time
and experience will fix that, I'm sure."
"What more can you tell us? Is there a place in
or near Munich that would suit them to
complete their ritual?"

For the first time since today. He found himself smiling, almost laughing out at the irony. A skeptic in an organization like the Examplar mortis.
"That's good, at least you get to have your sanity intact." He said to the black American before turning gaze to the lady Bahiya.

"The Necklace was never found. Legend says that during the second Great war, A vampire lord known as Veterem sequamur, Latin for the Old one was in possession of the necklace."

In 1692 the witches of Salem made an important discovery. One that nearly destroyed our world. They figured that to bring the witch back, they actually won't need the necklace of Orisis but the life of the 12 Santifiers and the Chikra. Since the original 13 were already dead, they traced down their generational line... to their present time and began wiping them out. Fortunately, they were stopped by a witch hunter just when they were about to nail the last Santifier."

Romanov pulled out a picture from his drawer, turned it and began inscribing as he talked. "You said 12 has already been reported killed. I tracked down the genealogy of those victims and found them matching with the ones from Salem. I also tracked down that of the Chikra and came up with this..."

He slides the picture to them, "Her name is *Melanie Day* the last remaining piece to complete the puzzle. Find her first before the Witches and you'll stop this."

 

[Stalzyn]

Glad to be back

Bahiya listened to the story. "The necklace of
Osiris. Someone must have it if they think to
complete the spell. And they must be planning
to complete the spell soon. Do you think they
plan to bring back the witch? Or someone else?
We need to find where they are doing the
ritual and stop it. I need to make a call. We'll
need more operatives."
"Don't pay attention to Mr. Langston. He's a
bit more of a skeptic than most of us. Time
and experience will fix that, I'm sure."
"What more can you tell us? Is there a place in
or near Munich that would suit them to
complete their ritual?"

For the first time since today. He found himself smiling, almost laughing out at the irony. A skeptic in an organization like the Examplar mortis.
"That's good, at least you get to have your sanity intact." He said to the black American before turning gaze to the lady Bahiya.

"The Necklace was never found. Legend says that during the second Great war, A vampire lord known as Veterem sequamur, Latin for the Old one was in possession of the necklace."

In 1692 the witches of Salem made an important discovery. One that nearly destroyed our world. They figured that to bring the witch back, they actually won't need the necklace of Orisis but the life of the 12 Santifiers and the Chikra. Since the original 13 were already dead, they traced down their generational line... to their present time and began wiping them out. Fortunately, they were stopped by a witch hunter just when they were about to nail the last Santifier."

Romanov pulled out a picture from his drawer, turned it and began inscribing as he talked. "You said 12 has already been reported killed. I tracked down the genealogy of those victims and found them matching with the ones from Salem. I also tracked down that of the Chikra and came up with this..."

He slides the picture to them, "Her name is *Melanie Day* the last remaining piece to complete the puzzle. Find her first before the Witches and you'll stop this."

 

[Stalzyn]

Glad to be back

"Don't pay attention to Mr. Langston. He's a
bit more of a skeptic than most of us. Time
and experience will fix that, I'm sure."


For the first time since today. He found himself smiling, almost laughing out at the irony. A skeptic in an organization like the Examplar mortis.
"That's good, at least you get to have your sanity intact." He said to the black American before turning gaze to the lady Bahiya.

"The Necklace was never found. Legend says that during the second Great war, A vampire lord known as Veterem sequamur, Latin for the Old one was in possession of the necklace."

In 1692 the witches of Salem made an important discovery. One that nearly destroyed our world. They figured that to bring the witch back, they actually won't need the necklace of Orisis but the life of the 12 Santifiers and the Chikra. Since the original 13 were already dead, they traced down their generational line... to their present time and began wiping them out. Fortunately, they were stopped by a witch hunter just when they were about to nail the last Santifier."

Romanov pulled out a picture from his drawer, turned it and began inscribing as he talked. "You said 12 has already been reported killed. I tracked down the genealogy of those victims and found them matching with the ones from Salem. I also tracked down that of the Chikra and came up with this..."

He slides the picture to them, "Her name is *Melanie Day* the last remaining piece to complete the puzzle. Find her first before the Witches and you'll stop this."

 

[Stalzyn]

Just when things couldn't get any worse

Frank had been expecting a quiet morning, most probably one at the beach, a bitch by his side and a cup of shakes...
The morning call was anything but normal.
He had quickly showered, threw on his gears and dashed to his car. Foregoing breakfast.

Frank gritted his teeth more in anger than fear. He was standing at old Westgrov street downtown, his unit behind, fully armed. All gazing at the zombies as they moved from one car to the other. In and out of shops, homes, offices. He could swear more than a hundred were already turned.
"As if vampires were not enough." He mumbled before turning to his men. Forty-five in whole.
"You know I'm not a man of many words, I got nothing to say but this; if those monsters cross this bridge, the world you know will be over. White talkies will be here any moment, they will only interfere in our operation. So let's round this up quickly." He brought out his modified Hk16, cocked it then turned back to the hordes of undead.

"Look alive boys..." he yelled out running forward. The men immediately followed behind.

 

[Stalzyn]

The cab had dropped them some yards from the small apartment, oddly the house was built in the fashion of noble homes from Victorian Era.
Lyden could feel the magic exuding from the house as they neared.. and he was certain Arabelle was feeling it too.
Some distances to the compound, Lyden paused and turned to his love..

"If i go any further, they will sense me and will be on the defensive. Go knock at the front door, tell him anything to get you inside. While at it try to sense out how many witches are in there. Then telepathically, inform me OK?"

 

[haremfaery]

"You have done some incredible research." Bahiya favored Romanov with a smile. " You don't happen to know where this Melanie is right now, do you? Anything to help me find her?" Bahiya asked.

"She doesn't look like a transgender person. Will that bollix up their plans? Or is her genealogy more important than her physiology?" Anything that would slow down the completion of the ritual was a good thing.

"If you don't have any idea where Ms Day is, then I need to get back immediately and start a search for her."

 

[kizkiz]

Ahnah, men with guns, and others?

Forty-five men were lined up with their automatic weapons. The guns tore into the zombies, ripping flesh from bone as easy as a man tearing fried chicken from its bone. And yet, they were not biological constructs but fallen Loa animated by strong Lousiana voodo.

Ahnah had rushed amongst their ranks, tearing into the fallen seeking not their brains as some might assumed but their thymus. It was in the thymus, the physical manifestation of a vital point in the human physiology where the loa were bound. It was into here that Ahnah worked, freeing her precious prize, tasting their power.

However, the gun fire was too scary. She scurried off through the warehouse and into the underbelly of the city as soon as the rain of lead began to fall enforce.

 

[Stalzyn]

"You have done some incredible research."

Romanov brightened up from the compliment then relaxed back in his chair.

You don't happen to know where this Melanie is right now, do you? Anything to help me find her?" Bahiya asked.

"That's all I know, I'm getting old in the agency, and I've almost integrated fully to my role as a sleeper agent. I have limited technology access, though I'm certain you can pinpoint her location back at HQ." Romanov replied, he had a look cross between reminisce and anger.

"She doesn't look like a transgender person. Will that bollix up their plans? Or is her
genealogy more important than her physiology?"

Romanov was not hundred percent sure which the ritual now depended on, he however was certain of one thing, Ms Day was prime target.
"Agent Bahiya, I'll say both physiology and genealogy have their part to play. I can't point out whether Ms Day is a Transgender or not, for no medical reports I have accessed confirms it. What I do know is that Ms Day is the last surviving member of that generation and that makes her top priority, whether a transgender or not."
Romanov stood as he finished, obviously the meeting was over, he had a class to attend to.
"Mr Langston, I'm certain a time will come when you'll accept that not all things can be brought down by lid." Romanov remarked.

 

[haremfaery]

"Thank you so much for your time, Professor Romanov." Bahiya favored him with another of her charming smiles. She shook his hand holding it a few seconds longer than was necessary.

"Mr. Langston, we need to get to HQ in all due haste." She walked to the door without waiting to see if Langston was following her.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Zombies." For a lot longer than was safe Amir just stood in place not quite sure what to do with that. Even knowing that vampires, werewolves, elementals and shapeshifters were all real somehow he still had these in the 'nuh uh pile' next to grey aliens and Santa Claus. He'd really have to ask about Santa. . .and then promptly find out if he was bad, or a Muslim or if that was inherently bad cus he wanted his presents!

This wasn't really a fight for him, they had no minds for him to touch or if they did he couldn't quite get a hold on even one so he took cover, a good thing since he was already safe behind a solid desk when the shooting started.

"THATS ENOUGH!" He shouted watching Allanah flee. He couldn't see if she was clear of his power but apparently the men with guns were not. A few final shots went off into still moving zombies but it was clear that most of the animation in the animated corpses at that point had been provided via high speed lead.

"Okay." Amir muttered. "We need to go." He said having no idea if he could hold them, and supposing he couldn't. With people it was usually like telling a dog to stay. It would stop but it wasn't frozen in time or anything the moment the men percieved something they wanted they'd be back at it and tougher to manipulate.

 

[kizkiz]

Ahnah pivoted at Amir's psychic command struck her. She was still more Beast than Man, and no stranger to following commands. She didn't resent being commanded like a Man would. Whatever triggered her to respect and honor the command, might matter in time to the Man part of her that was emerging. But for now, the Beast halted its momentum ten feet into the warehouse.

When commanded to "Go," Ahnah was only too happy to comply. It was the "we" part that caused her to sprint forward, try to grab Amir and rush back through the warehouse and into the sewers. After all, they couldn't go through the men who made metal rain from the sky. That was insanity!

 

[Sean Renaud]

Amir was once again a bit off guard when Allanah came back and grabbed him but he could tell already she wasn't there to hurt him.

Oh, right. Proper nouns. Eye contact. Correct pronouns. Being mostly alone. His powers were of course somewhat communication based, and that wasn't always ideal. (In short if you think he's talking to you, then it could trigger regardless of if he's even aware of your presence.)

At least it wasn't a guard they still seemed to be taking their time and as long as Melea followed, lead or did anything that didn't involve staying to get shot Amir was going to chalk this up as a win.

 

[kizkiz]

Ahnah was a child of the Moon and the Wind, when she wanted to run she did so with the gale force speed, and when she wanted to hid she did so with the same cunning as the New Moon. She had Amir in her arms, but within five steps she'd tossed him onto her back so he could ride on wolf back. Then she veered back into the Beast and joined her forelegs to the efforts of her hind quarters.

The interior of the warehouse was all rust and decay. Numerous holes in the floor lead to pits filled with refuse and twisted metal spikes. More than a few strays had plummeted to thier deaths. Ahnah had no such problems. Most of the chasms she leapt without losing a stride. A few she jooked around. She hit the old fire door in the rear of the building with her head down like a raging bull. The door burst off its hinges. She tore off down the alley behind the building. This area was a labyrinth of passages and small ways that combined alleys, fire escapes, and holes in the bellies of long abandoned buildings or partially completed construction projects.

She pulled to a stop when the terms of the compulsion had been settled. They were in the skeleton of a new apartment building. Tarps and partial walls gave cover while maintaining numerous exits.

When Ahnah veered back to her mostly human seeming, she helped Amir slide of her back. She wasn't sure if he was Alpha or not, but she was made to defer to authority while it remained strong and didn't threaten the pack, so for now she bowed before him.

"What do?" Her voice was more growl than speech, the words of Man were still arcane.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Kenneth Langston scoffed at the mild insult his superior and their contacts made about his skepticism. Most people wouldn't have caught the slight twitch of his lip and tightening but he didn't speak for a moment.
.
"Mr Langston, I'm certain a time will come when you'll accept that not all things can be brought down by lid." Romanov remarked.
"As I said, I'm not interested in putting a lid on anything. Unless I am specifically told otherwise on particular mission my job is to exterminate monsters. Your research is quite thorough by the way, and I find it valuable to know the goals of my prey regardless of how effective I think they will be. Waiting for a transgender to arrive in a particular bloodline could quite literally be forever, especially depending on how strictly we are talking about a bloodline." He said.

His boss was already walking and let her get a full pace ahead of him before performing an about face with military precision and following behind her. "For the record not believing that it's magic descended from a God Vampire and his lover and not believing there are beings that science does not currently have a firm understanding of are different things. Scientists are aware of black holes throughout the universe, we don't know what they are but since they were discovered in the age of science nobody acuses of them of being holes from fights between gods. I know where the sun goes during an ecl-"

He stopped himself there. There was a line between correcting a superior and being disrespectful and it would be crossing that line, no, he had already crossed it.

"My apologies, I've been working solo or with rookies for a while. Watching my tone is something I have had to do for some time. It will not happen again." He said as he helped her into the vehicle before taking the wheel and speeding off towards their HQ.

 

[haremfaery]

"No apologies necessary. I loathe yes-men. I always welcome a skeptic to keep things in perspective for me. I know all of this sounds like hooey-hooey to you, but whether you believe this or not, innocent people have been killed and we have to stop these people. We know they are going to kill again. We have to stop that at the very least." Bahiya looked out the side window at the scenery.

"And I pray that nothing ever happens to make a believer of you."

The ride was a quiet one. Bahiya was not a person who needed to keep a conversation going to fill the silence.

~~~~~​

Bahiya did not wait for Langston to open the car door for her. Instead, she let herself out.

The organization's office building was like those all over the world. Imposing and impressive, but nondescript. It could be the headquarters of any number of international businesses, probably something like a financial institution: staid and boring and of no interest to anyone outside of the corporate drones who work there.

Once inside, she let Langston lead the way.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Well you don't find too many yes men among our numbers." Mr. Langston said as he got into the car. He appreciated the silence. It was nice not to have to attempt to figure out what precisely this enchanting woman was all about and just drive.

It didn't help that even after all the time he'd spent in Germany he still had to fight to keep his American driving habits in check.

The HQ was in a fairly nondescript office building all glass around the outside. "This is the easiest location to use." He explained unlocking an elevator that took the pair down a few floors and into the actual facility. "I already forwarded the non-sensitive bits of our data ahead, they should have something for us within an hour. In the meanwhile we have an office set up for you."

 

[haremfaery]

"I do admire German efficiency." Bahiya said as she entered the office. "I'm not putting anyone out by using this room am I? I'd be fine at a table with my laptop." She walked around the room taking the measure of it. She removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the corner before leaning on the front of the desk. "Where is your office?" She took a USB drive out of her bag. "Is there tea?"

She paused. They needed to get on this research right away but there was little to do for an hour while those with more skills and resources at hand worked their technological and esoteric magic. She looked at Langston and tried to keep her thoughts from wandering off track. He was clearly a man who preferred to be in charge. His deference to her came at a cost, she could tell.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"Not at all, we keep a few offices open at all times for travelers. They don't tend to be quite as high ranking as you but it's always ideal to have someplace for visitors to unwind." Langston explained. There wasn't much to the office but he did a quick walk around motioning to everything of importance. "The coffee maker is broke, or more accurately the public one broke and we moved it, I've seen all matter of monster in this job but not many rival Ms. Arcee before she's had two cups."

"Anyway I'll be down the hall if you need anything." He said before excusing himself.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"What do?" Her voice was more growl than speech, the words of Man were still arcane.

"I don't know." Amir replied looking around for a moment and trying to get his bearing. He wasn't familiar with New York to begin with and even if had been being carried piggyback at the speed of the wind was a bit disconcerting.

He noticed somewhere along the line they had lost Melea but that was more annoying than anything. She had been with them long enough that he knew she wasn't back with the E.M.s and she could track him by scent.

"Do you know how to get to (insert street names where the portal is) that's where we should be going."