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[18 Sep 2005|12:49pm] |
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(OOC-Weee. The first Jack post. *pinches his cheeks* Feel free to jump in, anyone.)
Jack meandered about underneath the awning of some flower shop, eying the rain slickened streets. It was one of those freaky days when the sun poked between the clouds, but rain poured down anyway. Jack hated those kind of days. It was like they were taunting the young lycan. He loved the sunshine and the warmth it brought, but hated the rain. It always soaked him to the bone, leaving him shivering and cold afterwards.
His stomach growled. Jack sighed and sat down on the pavement, staring at the frayed bottom of his dirty jeans and listening to the patter of the rain hitting the tarp awning above him. This storm seemed like it was going to last a while. Oh well. Jack was used to feeling hungry. He didn't enjoy the feeling, but he lived on the streets. He had to get used to it.
Thank God the flower shop was closed. Jack had walked past the store a few times and the owner was a mean old woman who seemed to hate children. If that lady had been hear right now, she would have shooed Jack off like a stray dog.
Which, in a way, Jack actually was.
"Man, what I wouldn't give for a cheeseburger..." He murmured, pushing out his lower lip and resting his chin in his palm.
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[17 Sep 2005|11:02pm] |
((Welp, someone had to get this thing going. Might as well be me. XD Um, if anyone else wants to come along, feel free. Otherwise I'll just do a post in a day or so of him showing back up at Ordoghaz. I just wanted to get things started. ^_^ Edited because I had a brain fart and forgot Rigel died before Nathaniel.))
Pale blue eyes snapped open, staring blankly at the ceiling of a subway tunnel. The vampire's breath came out in short gasps. The stench of lycan was everywhere, but it had faded. Far too much for that cur Raze to still be around. In fact, it seemed to Nathaniel as if he'd been undisturbed for a few days.
Impossible... he thought, finally sitting up. His leathers were drenched with blood, all dried. He was laying in blood, his own blood, also dried. The Death Dealer stood, surveying his surroundings with a certain amount of confusion, running a hand through his hair.
He made his way back to the platform, where all hell had broken loose. It seemed like just a few minutes ago, but all the blood was dried and there were all those bells and whistles that cops liked to leave around, marking evidence. His pistol was gone. No matter, it was empty anyway. His lack of a spare magazine was what had put him in a hand-to-hand fight with Raze in the first place.
"Selene?" he called out, searching for the only partner that had been left alive. What the bloody hell happened?
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| MOD POST |
[11 Sep 2005|08:22pm] |
This is your mod's new journal speaking. Consider this the dividing point between old and new game. I'm not going to delete the old stuff, because if you're like me, you might want to go back and read it later or something.
Anyway, consider this the dividing point. If you guys want to go ahead and play, feel free. I trust you guys. You won't make me put on my mod hat.
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[03 Sep 2005|06:12pm] |
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(ooc: What the heck! Lets play!)
Kraven was ever so greatful when Viktor stopped cutting him up like a raw piece of meat. The former regent tried to crane his neck to see Soren but his ever faithful Second was out of his view. At least Viktor hadn't started in on his long time friend.
How he wished he could stop the pain to his hand as he shot the elder a heated glance. Just wait until Rigel arrives you dried up corpse! He'll tell you the truth! The raven haired man silently seethed, no point in riling the old coot up further and earning himself more blood letting.
FINALLY the door opened and Rigel arrived!
"Rigel!" he blurted, "Tell him! Tell him about Sonja!" In other words, Save my skin! he desperatly thought his eyes looking hopeful at the death dealer.
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[22 Nov 2004|06:47pm] |
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Jael and Pierce continued on their way, talking about almost everything imaginable. She was excited to finally have found another lycan pack. It had been quite awhile since she had been in the company of fellow lycans. She'd really been missing the camaraderie.
Pierce finally pointed out an old hotel that was apparently the pack's new abode. "Homey," she said, nodding. "Much better than what I've been sleeping in lately."
They walked in and Jael started poking around a bit. "Yeah, not too bad." She was about to dive onto the couch when she noticed someone already occupying the spot.
"Hey, who's this?" she asked, pointing to the lycan on the couch, almost tempted to poke him, except that she was afraid he'd take her hand off if she did.
((Someone had to fudge it. XD And it's kinda short and crappy because I have a project over Henry VIII and his six wives due tomorrow. *rushes off*))
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[09 Nov 2004|05:59pm] |
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((OOC: I figured, Jael, that we could bump our post up adn either meet up with Luci or head to the hotel to see some hoboTaylor sleeping on the couch...))
Pierce looked around them for a moment, then to Jael. "So...do you have a place to stay, or are you living in a box?" He asked, looking her up and down. Lowering his voice, he added, "I can take you to a place where there are other lycans, if you wish..."
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| Taylor |
[09 Nov 2004|10:42am] |
The first thing he noticed as he slowly came around was pain. It burned at his back like hot coals, causing the lycan to wince. He caught wind of burnt flesh, and realized it was his own. His eyes opened. He was still in the lair. Not a homely sound reached his ears, the only noise he heard being his own ragged breathing. His arm, wound around part of the ladder, gave way. Falling to the ground upon his back with a mighty thud, he cried out with agony. He was once again swallowed in darkness.
He awoke once more to find his back still hurting, but not as badly as before. With a weak growl, Taylor managed to rise to his feet. Grasping the iron ladder, he began to climb upwards. It was painful to move, but he had to find the others. He explored the catacombs of the den, calling out the names of the others. “Pierce! Raze! Lucian! Where the bloody’ ell are you lot?” Figuring they had gone, he too left the homely lair.
Taylor blinked as light greeted him. Once his eyes got accustomed, he stiffly walked down the street. He did not smell all that great either, smelling like burnt flesh.
Lucky for him, he caught sight of what seemed to be an abandoned hotel. Groaning, he went inside and saw an old sofa. Not caring about the dust, he flung himself upon the sofa and instantly fell asleep.
But he did find it odd that it smelled like dog in the hotel...
(Yes, he is "unknowingly" in the new lair.)
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| Repentance |
[02 Nov 2004|10:45pm] |
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(ooc: Okay! Jumping into it! Keep up people!)
The glance between Kraven and Soren was not lost on Viktor. He stood tall, his face cold, impassive.
"I see."
He looked from one man to the other. In one breath he reached down and hauled Kraven to his feet, holding the man by his shirtfront before tossing him bodily to the nearest death dealer, not caring for his wounds or pain. "Bring him." He snapped before turning and pulling his sword free from both vampire and machinery.
Catching the janissary as he slump forward Viktor dug his fingers deep into the open wound on his arm, again not caring for the pain he inflicted. "Allow me to assist you." He calmly spoke as he shot a look to Kraven and all but held up Soren. In a practiced and fluid movement, Viktor wiped his blade clean on the flat of Soren's shoulder, moving slowly, the edge just grazing the vampire's neck, drawing the slightest of wounds. His gaze never leaving Kraven, the elder slid his blade back to its holster at his hip.
He turned to look at Soren as he tightened his grip on the man's arm as he touched the fresh and oozing wound on the janissary's shoulder. "We should tend to this." he rubbed Soren's blood between his fingers before wiping them on the man's cheek and smiled. Then turned his gaze to Kraven, "Then we will tend to you."
Viktor set off at a clipped paced all but dragging Soren with him, heading straight for the dungeon. Noting the death dealers that brought Kraven as well. He hoped the youngling Rigel would assist, he needed someone who was reliable and so far the vampire had proved worthy.
As he descended to the lower levels, the elder frowned as he felt the pull of the bullet wound to his back. "I am surprised at you Soren," he softly spoke, "and very disappointed that you would stoop to Kraven's level. Shooting a man in the back deserves such repayment in kind." He glanced down at the janissary. "We have all the time we need to decide what such recompensation will be."
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[31 Oct 2004|04:28pm] |
After the breakfast I felt I got some of my energy back, although I was still weary. I sighed, now we had many things to do and Pierce and Raze were not around. I would have to rely on Bliss and the youngling.
“All right, shall we go?” I asked them, paying for the food. “We have to … look around and find the warehouses we will steal from at night, and… this is the right time to find out more about our bloodsucking cousins. It’s day and they’re vulnerable. And I have to find some blood... And then we must return to the den and rest, all of us, cause we will need our strength for the night. We need weapons, hardware, ah… things! Lots of things…”
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[24 Oct 2004|06:49pm] |
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After that whole situation with Claire, Pierce was now bored again. More bored than he was before, but he wasn't going to keep thinking about it. He wanted to get *some* entertainment from something. Hell, if someone threw him a stick he'd run after it.
He decided to head back to the lair; perhaps he could find some entertainment there.
((OOC: Calling anyone. >_> Jael, meeeeeeeeeebbeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? *wiggles eyebrows*))
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[16 Oct 2004|12:32pm] |
Mason was curled up on a dusy couch in the former hotel's lobby, attempting to take a nap. He wasn't comfortable. The dust from the couch got into his eyes and his nose was cold. Rising from his makeshift bed, the lycan decided to inspect the kitchens. Maybe there would be something to eat in there. Hopefully, something that wasn't rotten. Canned food, maybe?
Wandering towards the area that Mason thought the kitchens might be located in, he wondered where everyone else was. Lucian and that Sonja person were probably kissing. Mason had the vague idea that they were in love. Mason found two large doors and pushed them open. They led into a little dining area, filled with tables and chairs piled on top of them. Spotting what looked like kitchen doors, Mason trotted to the back of the dining hall and pushed them open. Yep. Kitchens.
He walked around, slowly. This whole hotel creeped him out a bit and reminded him of that theme park ride, The Tower Of Terror, which took place in an old abandoned hotel. Blech. A basket sat on a metal table and Mason approached it, discovering about five dust covered biscuts. Nasty. Mason gingerly picked one up and banged it against the table. The table had more chances of shattering than the biscut. Mason rolled his eyes and turned around, tossing the biscut over his shoulder. There was the sound of shattering glass. He whirled around with a start. The biscut had hit a window and broken it.
Snickering to himself, Mason continued his searching of the kitchen. He came across a few more abandoned food items, but they all were pretty much the same as the biscuts. So old, that Mason had a feeling he might die if he ate them.
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| Sunrise |
[14 Oct 2004|09:18am] |
I stayed with Sonja at the observatory the whole night. I was unable to sleep, I just stayed awake staring at her while she was sleeping. She was beautiful. A vampire, yes, but so vulnerable. It felt nice to be with her again.
But I had lost her once. It hadn't been my fault, I knew that. And she didn't blame me either. But all those centuries I only had to take care of myself and my people. Now I would have to take care of her too. And that worried me. I was not just a man any more. I had to be more responsible.
And that made me think over it again. The reason this war had started in the first place was no more. Sonja was alive and well. And Viktor was dead. The only elder who was still alive was Marcus. What if he accepted the same deal I had proposed to Kraven? A peace treaty between us... Could we live in peace with them? Would they accept such a deal?
The sunrise was coming. It was beautiful, probably because everything was good in my life now.
"Sonja..." I whispered, waking her up. I had to find a room away from the light for her. And then I should try to organize things for us again. The vampires were not reliable, I should prepare us for the worst.
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| Those who search for trouble... often find it... |
[14 Oct 2004|08:53am] |
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I was still a little shaken up by my meeting with that asshole Pierce. His little transformation stunt wasn't very agreeable to the mind either. And still, I was on the lookout for the supernatural. Clutching my purse, I gritted my teeth. It probably would have done me better to go home and at least get changed. Walking around like this in high heels and a skirt wasn't going to help if I had to do any running. I was feeling too adventurous to stop now.
I wandered for quite some time, certain there was a place around here somewhere that would be home to vampires. (I wasn't in the mood to deal with anymore of these... what had he called them? Lycans?) Absently, I wondered where I'd derived this stubborn and adventurous trait from. It certainly wasn't from either of my parents. There were never people to do something like this. Always spending there time in the theater, the bedroom, or the local club. The thought reminded me of my neglected childhood... but my aunt had been good to me afterwards. I couldn't complain about life; the pay was good for my work, and at least attention seemed to be in large supply.
Finally, my wandering took me close to the entrance of a large, gothic-looking estate; a manor of sorts, if I recalled any architectural identification from my schooling. However, the place looked very lived in. It also looked very fortified... two very interesting things. I wouldn't expect a vampire habitat to look lived in; they were the undead. But then again, perhaps the vampires I was looking for were indeed freaks of some kind, or a different breed? Why did I even believe in vampires anyway? Pierce. He'd confirmed everything and I knew he couldn't be lying, especially after that horrific display. As for the place being fortified, that could only mean that something worth a lot of money lay in there... or a deep, dark secret that no one could know. But it was rather late, I thought, so why did it appear that everyone was probably awake?
I should have left, probably. But I found my curiosity sparked and I started devising a plan with regards to getting into this place. Good God I was so meddlesome! But I had to see if my suspicions were correct. Sometimes I was just too smart and too curious for my own good... briefly, I recalled many things my aunt used to say to me about my ways... "Those who search for trouble...often find it..." But my doubts were beginning to fester on the entirety of the situation. Yes or no? I stared at the place in deep contemplation. How could I get in, and what exactly was I looking for?
OOC: Come on, I know one of you has to *not* be doing something right now! >_<
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| Confrontation |
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(ooc: *Pokes Rigel* feel free to jump into the frey with me! or anyone else for that matter who'd like to help! Viktor's not that great with modern weapons! Hint-O-hint!)
Descending the stairs, Viktor didn't feel he had the time to stop by his quarters for a set of knives, but the Dojo on the other hand, was one: on the way to the dungeon and two: should be equipped with what he would need.
The elder ignored the lesser and loitering vampires, nodding to the few death dealers on his trek. Where was this Rigel he'd spoken to earlier. He appeared to be a worthy man, he could use someone reliable right now. He needed to be caught up to date on modern times, Selene had been a poor supplier of such information.
Arriving at the dojo's door, the elder felt at last familiar with this place, he'd spent enough time here. Out of habit he quietly and smoothly opened the door and moving with his full grace and restored vitality entered the much welcomed room. Taking two steps into the large area the elder froze. His hand already reaching for his sword as his gaze fell upon none other then the betrayer! Kraven! his mind seethed.
Never give away your presence, his mind kicked into hunting, predator mode as he sliped back into the shadows preparing to take down the betrayer when he caught sight of another vampire with Kraven.
Soren?! his mind felt the betrayal all over once more! Soren was a pure blood! How could he side with the likes of Kraven!? His eyes narrowed as he gripped his sword and pulled free his knife as well preparing to strike. So be it, a betrayer and a traitor. he thought to himself as he watch the two arm themselves. They would be no match for this elder.
(ooc: if you've read the book, then you'll know how I'm going to have Viktor fight, if not.... you're in for a surprise!)
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[10 Oct 2004|07:48pm] |
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Boredom struck Pierce with an iron fist. Yes, iron. If it was silver he'd be in a lot of pain, you know. BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING. He was bored. Lucian and Sonja were doing God knows what upstairs, that Mason guy ran off to probably join them, and Bliss was probably off doing something...stupid. He didn't care. He was just left out.
He got up off his ass and headed out of the new home and down the street. He had every intention of looking for some hooker or whatever and having fun. Or, maybe just some attractive woman who needed help carrying her groceries. Whatever, he just hoped to get lucky tonight.
OOC: Open to anyone. Pierce is such a guy. XD
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| Building up the den. |
[23 Sep 2004|03:36pm] |
(ooc: Started new thread cause I can’t stand that fluffy one… *points down* )
Kraven, that bastard... He had double-crossed us all and he was still alive? The news of his imprisonment could only please me though. I had bled for him and based my entire plan on him and he repaid my by shooting me behind my back. Almost killing me.
Kraven’s incompetence had managed to destroy my plan. The plan I had formed so many centuries ago. Although, I really wished Viktor was alive, to lay his own hands on Kraven… Whatever cruel fate the elder decided to give him, I was sure the regent deserved it. Although… maybe no man deserved to be punished by that heartless beast who dared to call himself a man. I shuddered at the memory of Sonja’s sacrifice. Kraven deserved to be left out in the sun. But I would rather shoot him myself, just to be certain. I had learned, the hard way, that pay back only brought pain. For everyone. Yet, killing Kraven would be all about justice. And, judging from his ability to negotiate, I believed that Kraven could slip punishment yet again. Maybe offer the vampires information about us in return for his life.
“Kraven is a dangerous man. A hyena… I will not be surprised if he skips death penalty after all. I only wish I could have him before me right now.” I snarled.
I wished I had Viktor before me too, bound and helpless. Because then I could forget all about justice and treat this ruthless beast the way he deserved. But… I could still see sorrow in her eyes, grief for his death. The death of the one who had sacrificed her. But then, there was nothing I could do about that. It was her father after all and the bond between them was too strong. I stared at her again. It was strange, how this monster could have given birth to someone so beautiful and loving.
“Your father…must have died in our den. There was an attack. I do not know how he died, but it must have happened fast, I don’t believe he suffered at all.” I tried to ease her. Yes, it seemed that Viktor was dead. But, strange though it was, I saw now that he wasn’t the biggest threat after all. Two elders were still alive. And Amelia had survived?
“You will stay with me now. I can care for you. We… um… we will find you some blood. And I can find a place the sun will not touch. I cannot even describe how I feel…” I sighed. Thrilled, yes. And skeptical. And worried. Sonja was here and I couldn’t even enjoy those moments. Because of her specie’s threat.
Yet, it seemed that death had kept a part of us back in heaven. Sonja had been returned to me, but my unborn child was to remain there for ever.
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(Re posted in new thread to *Poke* Amelia Mun!)
Viktor followed Rigel through the hallways of the upper floors, as they walked he gave out his orders. "I want the death dealers rallied, I want them readied for a moments notice. As soon as I have conferred with the Lady Amelia and seen the traitor Kraven, we will hunt! Hunt until the lycans are gone once and for all! We must strike now before they have time to regroup."
Then the elder was brought before another suite's door which he assumed was Amelia's. "Leave me and do as I have ordered." He looked down into the younger vampire's eyes, and quietly spoke "Watch the traitor Kraven, I will come to see him shortly."
Viktor waited until the younger vampire left, then knocked on the door. "Amelia?" He called, "May I enter?"
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| Home sweet Hotel |
[12 Sep 2004|02:56pm] |
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((OOC: lik3omgwtf. This is a continuation from the post below this one. u___u Luci, Pierce is bringing your Wifey-muffin to you, so...yea. ))
After, oh, another 15 minutes maybe, Pierce arrived at their desired location. He led Sonja into the abandoned hotel and glanced around at the other lycans, who seemed to be standing around aimlessly.
He strolled over to Raze, Sonja in tow, and asked, "Where's Lucian?"
OOC: I figure we can poke Raze to make a post alerting Pierce where Luci is in the hotel...
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[11 Sep 2004|05:44pm] |
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Pierce was making sure Sonja didn't trip, walk into the street, or walk into anything. He figured he should have the decency to keep her alive...for a while. If he didn't find the new lair soon, he'd probably say "fuck it" and eat her.
He came upon a pay phone as they turned a corner. "Hang here." He grumbled, pushing her up against a light post as he went to the phone. Dialing what he hoped was the right number, he called Lucian.
*prods Lucian* Okay. >_> Your turn, buddy.
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| The Awakening |
[11 Sep 2004|01:09am] |
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The stone foundation of the silent crypt was completely motionless. Then it trembled slightly.
Once.
Twice.
The entire floor began to shake, as if an earthquake was taking place just beneath the surface.
Nothing could be closer to the truth.
Beneath the stone there was a clawing, scratching sound. A booming pounding that seemed to rise higher as the stone floor cracked, then burst, rubble and debris flying through the air as the elder Marcus emerged from his tomb.
He was breathing heavily, blinking his jet black eyes again and again. What was this taste in his mouth? It wasn't as sweet and pure as Elder blood. It was foul, bestial...
He collapsed on a cold patch of unbroken stone ground, feeling terribly weak. Why had he awakened this way? Where was everyone? How had he been awakened? What was happening?
His arms wrapped around his naked body. For the first time in centuries he felt almost cold...
His form was not skeletal from years of sleep, as it should have been after an awakening. No...he felt full, whole. In fact, the terrible weakness of seconds before now seemed a distant memory.
He now felt...great. He felt so strong...so powerful...
But how could that be?
And what was this taste in his mouth?! It was driving him mad! He couldn't stand not knowing-
And then he spotted a decimated corpse on the ground, its skull cracked open. Whoever it was...he was...he was ugly and his black blood was everywhere...
Marcus could see a trail of it mixed with the new rubble from where he had emerged. Had that blood dripped into his grave? Had it awakened him?
What was happening?
He hated all of these questions and he was unsure of what to do, arms still wrapped around his form as he sat on the floor, wondering what to do next.
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