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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. If there was one thing Niklaus Dietrich, vampire hunter of no small renown, hated fighting more than a vampire, it was a fucking shape-shifter. This was the case because there were just so goddamn many different kinds that it was near impossible to have an...

Even in his current state, even with the reek of the animated corpse that had once been Sam Warwick all around them, the smell hit him like a slap in the face as soon as Billy cut open his arm: blood. It made Nick's mouth itch and his brow sweat, and he was suddenly keenly aware of the hollow...

"Let's go talk to Sam, shall we?" Billy said, gesturing for Nick and Claudia to follow him down another offshoot tunnel. Nick's jaw clenched as he stood. So, they were going to go talk to a dead man. That notion led down several possible paths, and most of them arrived at places Nick was...

Hi! I am just a little bit confused because the first post has a big warning that I have 14 days to contact the admins, but then there's the grandfather clause underneath with the 30 day rule. Do I still need to make a support thread for my RP (Once Upon a Time in the Weird West) in the next two...

"You're a vampire," Claudia had said outside the secret entrance to Rook's hideout. It didn't really come out as a question as her dark eyes locked onto him with one eyebrow quirked. Nick opted to remain silent, neither confirming nor denying her accusation, the ghost of a smirk turning...

They had been riding for nearing on an hour, Claudia firmly hanging onto Nick's waist in a manner that might have made his heart race at one time. That was long ago, though, in another life. If the silence bothered her she gave no sign, and Niklaus had never been very keen on making menial...

Claudia looked like she was about to be sick, but she waved him off as she steeled herself. He considered attempting a reassuring touch on her shoulder, but decided against it with a smirk. This one was stubborn and fiery, and made of sterner stuff than Niklaus suspected even she knew. He left...

Nick sucked his teeth and wondered how much he ought to tell her. According to polite society, a lady shouldn't be exposed to such things. Blood and death were far too gruesome for delicate sensibilities; unbecoming and unwelcome topics of conversation best left to whispers behind hands and the...

"I don't mind giving your friend a ride," Niklaus said, "And I appreciate the generous discount for doing so." He pulled a small leather pouch from his coat and reached inside, coming out with three gold coins before hesitating a moment and grabbing a fourth. "I hope this will be...

Niklaus pushed his hat up past his eyes and stood from where he'd been leaning against a wall. He took a quick circuit around Delilah, running his hand over her familiar frame. She certainly looked good as new. Well, as new as she could look. The ghost of a smile touched his lips as he stroked...

Niklaus made a point of not looking up while Tinka climbed the ladder. He assumed that she wore what she did out of necessity with her work, but that didn't mean he couldn't show her a little respect. He couldn't help looking up at the sound, though, his body taut as a bowstring for a moment...

Niklaus gave the saloon girl a slight nod. "Nick," he said, by way of an introduction. He took a moment to think about what she had just told him. What this woman was after didn't really have anything to do with him, and finding a con man in hiding in order to tip him off wasn't exactly a...

"Well, I need a mechanic," Niklaus replied, stepping back outside to hitch Delilah up to the oddly-shaped mailbox, "Delilah here isn't steam-powered like some of the newer models. She's clockwork. I won't trust her to just anyone." He stepped back inside and took a pointed look around the...

Niklaus ducked his head in thanks and stepped through the doorway, his eye sweeping from part to pile to piece on every available surface. He smiled gently. Yes, this was certainly the right place. This was the shop of someone who lived and breathed the mechanical. It took a brief moment for...

Niklaus raised an eyebrow, but all he said was, "Thanks." Fortunately he had not lost his funds in the ghoul attack, and before long he was emerging from the Rusty Gear and into the rapidly warming desert morning. Miss Tinka's private repair shop... Miss Tinka. A woman mechanic? An image...

When he had gotten to the lower area of the bar the only thing he had found stirring was the TOM unit as it puttered around behind the long mahogany bar organizing glasses. The last few clinked into place on a shelf before the TOM turned and parked itself behind the center of the bar and picked...

Wan sunlight shouldered past the dusky green curtains that hung over the window to rudely slap the dark stranger in the face. His eyelids flickered open and he gazed blearily around the room for a moment before he bolted upright in the bed. He grabbed his side with a grimace and a pained grunt...

He grit his teeth as needle bit into flesh again and he pulled taut the thread that knit together the last bit of open wound on his side. He tied it off and cut the strings with his knife before stowing the needle back in its small wooden tube. Another little glass vial came out of its holster...

His nose wrinkled at the smell of garlic on the man's handkerchief, but he kept his expression neutral until he had turned away. So, this dandy knows his business, he thought with a smirk, or at least he thinks he does. He heard the fellow ask the TOM unit for his name, but he was fairly...

He cracked open an eye and looked up at the dandy fellow standing over him and the saloon gal. He grabbed one of the rags that the woman had provided, pressed it hard to his side, sucked in a painful breath, and forced himself to his feet with a grunt. "I'm not incapacitated quite yet," he...