Hel
Daughter of Loki
"Yeah, the spirit seems strong enough that it will be out during the day, too, and weakened by the daylight. It should be a good time to see what we are dealing with." Greyston said.
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Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper nodded. "Great. Talk to you in the morning. Giid night, Greyston." She went over to her bed and collapsed into it, stifling a yawn.
Kalin Scarlet
RPNation's Overpowered Heroic Sword Saint
Umbras woke up covered in blood. Lying before him were a pair of bodies, demons he'd torn apart before they could have their way with a young woman. The fight led into this abandoned building, where he didn't have to hold back. Things were over quickly then. He sighed quietly, as his body was enveloped by shadows. When they dispersed, his body was clean. He stood, and pulled out a book from his back pocket. "Well, that was something..." He said, walking out of the building in silence.
Elias
Doesn't look like anything to me.
William gripped his necklace firmly and advanced towards the gigantic creature. He knew he couldn't fight this thing in the condition he was now. He needed his "race-born advantages''. With each step towards the creature, his appearence started to change. His eyes became a fleshy reddish pink. His skin started to brown itself, his finger nails turning to elongated claws. Piercing through the back of his shirt, tentacles started coming out of his back. No, he wasn't planning to go full form, but in order to defeat the Gashadakuro he would have to atleast transform at half. This is what he was doing now. As he stopped at the creature's feet, who was busy kicking soldiers around, he concentrated and took a big leap on the skeleton's bare back-rib cage. He was planning to attach the necklace to him and say the charm. The creature would vanish.
Yet, ,the spirit was prepared. As soon as William was on his back, the Gasha's head turned 360 degrees towards him and attempted to bite him. Startled, Will fell back, through the skeleton's rib cage hitting the ground hard.
Yet, ,the spirit was prepared. As soon as William was on his back, the Gasha's head turned 360 degrees towards him and attempted to bite him. Startled, Will fell back, through the skeleton's rib cage hitting the ground hard.
Azure Sky
Random Lazy Guy
Allerio took a break from his vigilante acts and was currently polishng his skills. Although one would belive Allerio was already an outstandng hand-to-hand combat expert and a master of the bow, by the elf's way of thinking there was always room for self improvement. He was training alne in his hideout, practicing various fighting moves for hours. After that he'd spend exactly one hour and a half hitting various targets in difficult positions using normal bows and arrows. He hit the bullseye in all cases with 100% accuracy.
''I am still far too weak'' he thought to himself. What he really meant by that was unknown.
''I am still far too weak'' he thought to himself. What he really meant by that was unknown.
Elias
Doesn't look like anything to me.
William quickly recovered from the fall, and set his sights on the gigantic skeleton who was now leaning towards him, rattling his teeth. The giant's face closed in on his whereabouts, but Will jumped before the teeth touched the ground. The skeleton seemed to be getting frustrated now. With a quick whoosh of his hand, he hit Will and sent him through a nearby wall, knocking him down, then grabbed him and started slowly getting him towards his mouth. Will saw there was no escape, and he could already see his head bitten off. He didn't expect to die like this. Him, a great leviathan, eaten by a Japanese spirit. As he strugled, he saw the skeleton's empty eye sockets staring him down. Looking down, he saw the necklace far away, too far for him to reach. This was going to be it. His death.
Just then, something happened. A fast hooded figure moved around the wounded and dead soldiers and in a flash of an eye, grabbed the necklace. His eyes were glowing a wild gray, and his speed was unnatural. The skeleton noticed him too late as Justin was already on his head, and impaled the necklace into his bony skull.
Holding the necklace thightly he recited the incatantion with a loud voice:''Kikin, seikatsu to hone no kurīchā anata no haka ni modotte modoru koto wa arimasen. Kieusero!'' he ended as he jumped off the Gasha's head. The Gashadakuro screamed an unearthly growl, then plummeted to earth, his bones slowly turning to dust. As he desintegrated to the ground, only a faint line of dust, showed that something even went on here.
It was dead.
Just then, something happened. A fast hooded figure moved around the wounded and dead soldiers and in a flash of an eye, grabbed the necklace. His eyes were glowing a wild gray, and his speed was unnatural. The skeleton noticed him too late as Justin was already on his head, and impaled the necklace into his bony skull.
Holding the necklace thightly he recited the incatantion with a loud voice:''Kikin, seikatsu to hone no kurīchā anata no haka ni modotte modoru koto wa arimasen. Kieusero!'' he ended as he jumped off the Gasha's head. The Gashadakuro screamed an unearthly growl, then plummeted to earth, his bones slowly turning to dust. As he desintegrated to the ground, only a faint line of dust, showed that something even went on here.
It was dead.
Barbas
Three Thousand Club
After some time passed, the people that were bitten by the flies begin to feel nauses as the disease begins to take hold of them.
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
The lights in the hotel room turned on. It was around 8:30, and Piper had already gotten dressed in field-appropriate attire — a suit would be far too constricting — and had already showered and braided back her hair. She leaned over the small desk one more time to read the directions to the light one last time before calling, "Come on, Greyston. Time to go chase down a poltergeist."
She straightened up, looking at her partner. "I'm going down for breakfast. Meet you in the lobby."
She straightened up, looking at her partner. "I'm going down for breakfast. Meet you in the lobby."
Hel
Daughter of Loki
Melody had reappeared after the creature was slain, a look of confusion spread across it's face. "Who are you? Who, who, who, who?" It asked, mimicking a song from The Who. The man who had saved them was a stranger both in appearance and in race. There were many things Melody had never encountered before, and angels were one of them. Let alone their half-human children.
Another agent from one of the other task forces appeared also, and went over to check on William. "Thanks for the save, man. That could have gotten pretty hairy. Who are you?" The young human man asked Justin, as he tended to William and any wounds he may have sustained.
@Elias
Sunday Morning
Greyston glanced over at Piper and nodded. "I'm ready to go when ever you are." He says, "The sooner we get out there the sooner we get back. I want to get back on that vigilante case. I haven't gotten a response from Luke and it seems William has taken on another mission until we get more leads. I sent William a sketch of the man I saw the night of the explosions- Friday- but I don't know how helpful that is."
The night before Greyston had texted a picture of a sketch he had made himself of Allerio to both Luke and William. It wasn't fantastic, but it was better than nothing and certainly nothing to laugh at. Drawing was how he chose to remember the woman he was to marry in his last life, before he was turned and everything changed. She was his best friend, and despised many of her suitors, so she and Greyston had arranged a marriage. She was a brilliant artist, and he had started drawing in the late 1800 to remember her.
Greyston got to his feet and headed down to breakfast with Piper. He was nervous about this spirit, and wanted to get done as soon as he could.
@Kylesar1 @Elias @Sleipnir
Lilliana, meanwhile, spent her Sunday morning out for a jog. She wished she knew someone she could train with- the military unit was good, but she wasn't active duty so technically she shouldn't be there with them. She'd seen on the news where everyone was praising DDAMPSEA, first for their work in New Orleans around a week ago and now for taking down some skeleton monster in a back alleyway that was preying on the homeless. She wondered if she should apply for them? No, she'd heard far to many stories of applicants who've been on the waiting list for years. They don't hire, they recruit. Still, it would be nice to get some recognition for what they did.
Another agent from one of the other task forces appeared also, and went over to check on William. "Thanks for the save, man. That could have gotten pretty hairy. Who are you?" The young human man asked Justin, as he tended to William and any wounds he may have sustained.
@Elias
Sunday Morning
Greyston glanced over at Piper and nodded. "I'm ready to go when ever you are." He says, "The sooner we get out there the sooner we get back. I want to get back on that vigilante case. I haven't gotten a response from Luke and it seems William has taken on another mission until we get more leads. I sent William a sketch of the man I saw the night of the explosions- Friday- but I don't know how helpful that is."
The night before Greyston had texted a picture of a sketch he had made himself of Allerio to both Luke and William. It wasn't fantastic, but it was better than nothing and certainly nothing to laugh at. Drawing was how he chose to remember the woman he was to marry in his last life, before he was turned and everything changed. She was his best friend, and despised many of her suitors, so she and Greyston had arranged a marriage. She was a brilliant artist, and he had started drawing in the late 1800 to remember her.
Greyston got to his feet and headed down to breakfast with Piper. He was nervous about this spirit, and wanted to get done as soon as he could.
@Kylesar1 @Elias @Sleipnir
Lilliana, meanwhile, spent her Sunday morning out for a jog. She wished she knew someone she could train with- the military unit was good, but she wasn't active duty so technically she shouldn't be there with them. She'd seen on the news where everyone was praising DDAMPSEA, first for their work in New Orleans around a week ago and now for taking down some skeleton monster in a back alleyway that was preying on the homeless. She wondered if she should apply for them? No, she'd heard far to many stories of applicants who've been on the waiting list for years. They don't hire, they recruit. Still, it would be nice to get some recognition for what they did.
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper turned from where she was making her breakfast, waving at her partner. She, too, found the job a bit tedious, but likely for completely separate reasons than Greyston. To Piper, the Lighthouse was a routine job, nothing more. Once they had sat down and finished, she stood up again.
"Let's head out, then," she said, motioning toward the door.
"Let's head out, then," she said, motioning toward the door.
Hel
Daughter of Loki
"Right, off we are then." Greyston said, heading out towards the light house with Piper- after a generously applied layer or two of sunscreen. He wore a simple, dark blue long sleeved shirt that was meant simply to keep the skin off as much as he could, and a pair of black bottoms. He pulled a baseball cap had on to keep his face from burning and hated that modern times made it weird to carry umbrellas that block the sun. Used to he could walk with a woman, keep the sun off of himself, and look like a gentalman by holding her parasol. Now and days they would just look rude, so he stuck with the ugly baseball caps that seemed to be in style now.
When they arrived at the light house, Greyston was surprised to find he couldn't enter. It was as though the ghost inhabiting the place made the lighthouse function as a home- meaning Greyston couldn't enter without an invitation from those who lived there.
When they arrived at the light house, Greyston was surprised to find he couldn't enter. It was as though the ghost inhabiting the place made the lighthouse function as a home- meaning Greyston couldn't enter without an invitation from those who lived there.
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
As they walked toward the light, Piper gave Greyston an odd look. "You really need to go back to the umbrella thing," she said. "Ball caps look even more stupid on you than most people."
Once they reached the lighthouse, Piper didn't go in immediately. She wandered the yard and property a bit, looking for anywhere suspicious. She then frowned, standing on the beach. "Hey Greyston?" She called, turning to look up at the light again. "Didn't you say one of the deaths was contributed to someone falling into the water from the tower?" She looked at the stretch between her and the light, a few trees included. "...Didn't hit anything on the way down?"
Once they reached the lighthouse, Piper didn't go in immediately. She wandered the yard and property a bit, looking for anywhere suspicious. She then frowned, standing on the beach. "Hey Greyston?" She called, turning to look up at the light again. "Didn't you say one of the deaths was contributed to someone falling into the water from the tower?" She looked at the stretch between her and the light, a few trees included. "...Didn't hit anything on the way down?"
Hel
Daughter of Loki
"I know." Greyston had responded, ducking his head lower out of embarrassment that his partner called him out on it.
When Greyston realized that he couldn't enter the lighthouse, he found somewhere in the shade to watch Piper wander about. "Nope, that's why I said it seemed the least like the work of a human." Greyston said, taking a blackberry from a bush growing nearby to munch on. "By the way, I can't go inside. Apparently the old place is still considered a 'home' by the universe."
When Greyston realized that he couldn't enter the lighthouse, he found somewhere in the shade to watch Piper wander about. "Nope, that's why I said it seemed the least like the work of a human." Greyston said, taking a blackberry from a bush growing nearby to munch on. "By the way, I can't go inside. Apparently the old place is still considered a 'home' by the universe."
Elias
Doesn't look like anything to me.
(Since we did the time skip then, let's just assume Justin exlpained Melody what he was)
Grunting in pain, William woke up yet another morning. His body was in pain from the recent fight, and last night he experienced something very human-like. Nightmares. He never had them as a Leviathan. He couldn't even dream before, and now to have such vivid nightmares, puzzled him. He dreamed of the Gashadakuro, his head twisting around in a demonic way in Will's nightmares. He remebered the teeth from it's mouth, closing in on his frail human body. But then, a knight in armor always came in the dream. The Nephilim, he saved the Kraken from a certain death. He said his name was Justin and he was doing what he thought was best. Saving people.
Jumping out of bed, Will got himself some coffee, then started reading on some angel lore while waiting for Melody...
@KattRai
Grunting in pain, William woke up yet another morning. His body was in pain from the recent fight, and last night he experienced something very human-like. Nightmares. He never had them as a Leviathan. He couldn't even dream before, and now to have such vivid nightmares, puzzled him. He dreamed of the Gashadakuro, his head twisting around in a demonic way in Will's nightmares. He remebered the teeth from it's mouth, closing in on his frail human body. But then, a knight in armor always came in the dream. The Nephilim, he saved the Kraken from a certain death. He said his name was Justin and he was doing what he thought was best. Saving people.
Jumping out of bed, Will got himself some coffee, then started reading on some angel lore while waiting for Melody...
@KattRai
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper nodded as her partner spoke, considering this fact. Knives and other small, sharp objects were easy for a poltergeist to fling. A human might be thrown across the room, but to toss someone off the gallery and into the water — she was more than a little impressed.
When Greyston mentioned the light, she frowned and went to him. "Do... Do poltergeists have homes?" She asked with an odd look. It felt like a stupid question, but she'd never been enlightened. Poltergeists were in houses but she'd never heard of them having a home.
When Greyston mentioned the light, she frowned and went to him. "Do... Do poltergeists have homes?" She asked with an odd look. It felt like a stupid question, but she'd never been enlightened. Poltergeists were in houses but she'd never heard of them having a home.
Elias
Doesn't look like anything to me.
For his honorary save of William yestereday, Justin was allowed to sleep and get a tour of the Department. The night was sleepless and full of premontions for him. The usual stuff. But now that he was awake, he was excited that he got to see what his dream job was like. He was amazed by the level of discipline that was displayed around here and the way everybody looked for each other. There seemed to be very many species dwelling around the Department, ranging from normal humans,vampires and ghouls to full-blown creatures like Manticores, Wraiths, Banshees and even Ogres. A freak like him could find home around here. A couple of employees already urged him to deposit a employment request, something he was already craving for.
For now, though he would like to see how the guy he saved felt. Knocking on the door, he caught him reading, and sipping his coffee.
''Mornin''' he said as he nodded towards William. ''How do you feel, leviathan?''
''Pretty good'' William said as he turned towards Justin and motioned him to sit besides him then turned his atention on the angel lore book. ''So, you angels, have a number of wings based on your hierarchy right? Sounds cool''
''Not really'' Justin said grinning. ''The ones with lots of wings are usually the bigger dicks''
Both laughing, they continued their conversation.....
For now, though he would like to see how the guy he saved felt. Knocking on the door, he caught him reading, and sipping his coffee.
''Mornin''' he said as he nodded towards William. ''How do you feel, leviathan?''
''Pretty good'' William said as he turned towards Justin and motioned him to sit besides him then turned his atention on the angel lore book. ''So, you angels, have a number of wings based on your hierarchy right? Sounds cool''
''Not really'' Justin said grinning. ''The ones with lots of wings are usually the bigger dicks''
Both laughing, they continued their conversation.....
Hel
Daughter of Loki
(Sorry, I figured we could rp in the past, and then catch up after the exchange was over, but that's cool 
Greyston shrugged. "Piper, the universe has rules, and when you are born, they are explained by your parents- who you think know everything. However when you are turned to a vampire, you get the pleasure of learning these things on your own. It's not like an angel appears from the heavens with a handy book about the rules of the universe and how to be a vampire. You just wake up badly burned, starving, and craving something weirder than pickles and ice cream." He said. "When you go in, be careful. And see if you can convince the spirit to invite me in?"
Melody, appeared to William as they spoke. Today, however, it appeared as a little girl rather than a little boy. It looked back and forth between the two, saying little and playing light orchestral music in the background, like a soundtrack to their conversation.
Greyston shrugged. "Piper, the universe has rules, and when you are born, they are explained by your parents- who you think know everything. However when you are turned to a vampire, you get the pleasure of learning these things on your own. It's not like an angel appears from the heavens with a handy book about the rules of the universe and how to be a vampire. You just wake up badly burned, starving, and craving something weirder than pickles and ice cream." He said. "When you go in, be careful. And see if you can convince the spirit to invite me in?"
Melody, appeared to William as they spoke. Today, however, it appeared as a little girl rather than a little boy. It looked back and forth between the two, saying little and playing light orchestral music in the background, like a soundtrack to their conversation.
Elias
Doesn't look like anything to me.
Justin was kinda taken back by the apparition of the girl in the room, but he figured it's probably Melody, the sound elemental that questioned him yesterday. It seemed to have a connection to William, and it also seemed to like changing forms. As far as his words were heard, Justin just heard him sing until now. It was surely interesting even to watch it or hear it. As Melody, appeared in the room, Justin waved to her/it then turned back to William who just finished reading about the archangel Michael, the chief archangel, and the most powerful being in Heaven besides God. Surely, he was more powerful even than Leviathans, the way he was described. Closing the book, he turned and grabbing Melody playfully, nudged her on the head.
''So.... listen'' Justin said playing with his hoodie. ''I have a favour to ask you. I know you guys are proffesionals and shit, so I was wondering if you could help me in a affair that I've got myself into. I have to kill someone, and I can't do it alone''
"Depends'' Will said observing him. ''Who are you planniing to kill and why?''
''A god'' Justin said laying back. ''He goes by the name of The Dealer in the city, but is in fact a Mayan god of death named Ah Puch. I gotta kill him until next Saturday. Or I don't get my money? Could you hepl me?''
William sighed as he thought about it. Killing a god would be tricky, but he owned the Nephilim and he had to help him with his thing. And until the vigilante was spotted again, he could deal with this. ''Ok'' he said.
''So.... listen'' Justin said playing with his hoodie. ''I have a favour to ask you. I know you guys are proffesionals and shit, so I was wondering if you could help me in a affair that I've got myself into. I have to kill someone, and I can't do it alone''
"Depends'' Will said observing him. ''Who are you planniing to kill and why?''
''A god'' Justin said laying back. ''He goes by the name of The Dealer in the city, but is in fact a Mayan god of death named Ah Puch. I gotta kill him until next Saturday. Or I don't get my money? Could you hepl me?''
William sighed as he thought about it. Killing a god would be tricky, but he owned the Nephilim and he had to help him with his thing. And until the vigilante was spotted again, he could deal with this. ''Ok'' he said.
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper nodded. She took a breath, turning toward the lighthouse and heading over. "Wish me luck." She opened the door and leaned in. What immediately caught her attention was the fact the it was extremely dark inside. This was a bad sign.
Second was that the interior had never been removed. It appeared to have been left untouched from the turn if the century on. At first, it all just looked old. Then as Piper's eyes adjusted she could see the marks. The cloth on the couches and curtains — they were torn. There was a vanity flipped over, paintings on the floor — near the other end of the room was a book case, standing just fine. She was perplexed by it but didn't mess with it.
As Puper slowly eased into the other rooms, she became aware of something watching her. She turned sharply toward the entrance to the spiral staircase. There on the stairs, she could make out, extremely clearly, sharp green eyes. As she stood, suddenly shaking, staring down this strange entity, she started to make out a body. Its face — his face. Old clothing. Messy hair. For several seconds nothing moved.
And then suddenly, Piper was thrown well across the room into the brick wall. She could hear this around her slide out of the way and suddenly, she could feel a pressure on her throat. Piper struggled, fighting to breath. Her equipment had gone the other way. She managed to choke out, "D-Department—" before her was the ghost, and with a here he shoved her harder against the wall. He threw her across the room again, and Piper crashed into the table, knocking it over. She struggled to stand up and saw the ghost approaching again. He kicked her down again, pinning her to the floor with his foot. "I'm sorry," Piper managed to gasp out, and suddenly the pressure relaxed though she was still firmly pinned.
"What?" He gave her a confused, wary look. Piper stared at him, equally bewildered. She wasn't sure what had convinced her to say it. She hadn't done anything.
But dimly it had occurred to Piper that this must be the assistant keeper. This must be Bael Lake.
Before she could say anything else she saw another shape behind the boy. Before she could make out what that was, Bael was dragged back and thrown to the floor. Piper rolled over, gasping, and recognized Galleytrot. He knealed down in front of the poltergeist.
The boy stared at him coldly, and his eyes lit after a moment. He grinned, but looked more bitter than anything. "Wrong place, Dog," he told Galleytrot. "You won't find a soul here."
The Black Dog said nothing, then after looking over anxiously at Piper, he spoke. "Julius, why don't you let Piper's friend in?"
Bael glared at him. "Don't call me by that name."
"I will then." He looked toward the door and called, "Greyston, why don't you come in here?"
Second was that the interior had never been removed. It appeared to have been left untouched from the turn if the century on. At first, it all just looked old. Then as Piper's eyes adjusted she could see the marks. The cloth on the couches and curtains — they were torn. There was a vanity flipped over, paintings on the floor — near the other end of the room was a book case, standing just fine. She was perplexed by it but didn't mess with it.
As Puper slowly eased into the other rooms, she became aware of something watching her. She turned sharply toward the entrance to the spiral staircase. There on the stairs, she could make out, extremely clearly, sharp green eyes. As she stood, suddenly shaking, staring down this strange entity, she started to make out a body. Its face — his face. Old clothing. Messy hair. For several seconds nothing moved.
And then suddenly, Piper was thrown well across the room into the brick wall. She could hear this around her slide out of the way and suddenly, she could feel a pressure on her throat. Piper struggled, fighting to breath. Her equipment had gone the other way. She managed to choke out, "D-Department—" before her was the ghost, and with a here he shoved her harder against the wall. He threw her across the room again, and Piper crashed into the table, knocking it over. She struggled to stand up and saw the ghost approaching again. He kicked her down again, pinning her to the floor with his foot. "I'm sorry," Piper managed to gasp out, and suddenly the pressure relaxed though she was still firmly pinned.
"What?" He gave her a confused, wary look. Piper stared at him, equally bewildered. She wasn't sure what had convinced her to say it. She hadn't done anything.
But dimly it had occurred to Piper that this must be the assistant keeper. This must be Bael Lake.
Before she could say anything else she saw another shape behind the boy. Before she could make out what that was, Bael was dragged back and thrown to the floor. Piper rolled over, gasping, and recognized Galleytrot. He knealed down in front of the poltergeist.
The boy stared at him coldly, and his eyes lit after a moment. He grinned, but looked more bitter than anything. "Wrong place, Dog," he told Galleytrot. "You won't find a soul here."
The Black Dog said nothing, then after looking over anxiously at Piper, he spoke. "Julius, why don't you let Piper's friend in?"
Bael glared at him. "Don't call me by that name."
"I will then." He looked toward the door and called, "Greyston, why don't you come in here?"
Hel
Daughter of Loki
Melody nodded excitedly. It was not sure how well it could fight- or rather, it knew it could only play tricks in this so called god's head- but it wanted to help. William seemed fun and Melody enjoyed hanging around with him.
Greyston sighed at Galleytrot, "I would, but the homeowner- or someone who lives there must invite me in. But you guys are putting on a real show, stay off of Piper though, or I'll burn the lighthouse down myself."
Greyston sighed at Galleytrot, "I would, but the homeowner- or someone who lives there must invite me in. But you guys are putting on a real show, stay off of Piper though, or I'll burn the lighthouse down myself."
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Galleytrot heaved a sigh and with one final look at Bael, who showed no sign of attempting to attack. The black dog stood up, went to the door and yanked Greyston inside by the skirt. "I'm a special case. If I need to utilize a house, it's mine."
"You're trespassing," Bael called sourly, but not really daring to fight Galleytrot. It wasn't his idea of a smart move.
"You're trespassing," Bael called sourly, but not really daring to fight Galleytrot. It wasn't his idea of a smart move.
Hel
Daughter of Loki
Greyston stumbled in, a little surprised that actually worked. Maybe they could cheat the system if Galleytrot joined the Department. "Well, then. Apparently it's trespassing that is permitted. We came to inform you that you need to stop killing things. That, or we have to kill you. We're with the Department of Defense Against Malicious Paranormal, Supernatural, Extraterrestrial Action, and you seem to be committing some malicious paranormal actions."
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Bael's attention suddenly trained on Greyston. Slowly, he stood, jaw clenched tight. He could feel himself shaking. "Get. Out." He whispered, staring at the vampire. "Get out of my lighthouse."
There was a moment's pause before every object in the room flew toward the walls with great force, Piper and Galleytrot included. Suddenly, Bael was yelling and his voice seemed to almost thunder in the walls of the stone lighthouse. "Get out, you shadow-slinking blood whore! You trash!"
There was a moment's pause before every object in the room flew toward the walls with great force, Piper and Galleytrot included. Suddenly, Bael was yelling and his voice seemed to almost thunder in the walls of the stone lighthouse. "Get out, you shadow-slinking blood whore! You trash!"
Hel
Daughter of Loki
Greyston was thrown out the door and fell to the ground. He sat up, getting to his feet, and brushed himself off. He looked at Bael, irritation written across his face. "Excuse you? I happen to be a rather respectable vampire." Greyston sounded offended. "The concept of a blood whore does not apply to me! I don't sell off my blood, if anything I would be user of a blood whore, were I to actually drink blood from a person. But racial slurs aside, ghost, if you don't calm down, we will be forced to take you in."
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Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Bael ignored what Greyston had said about the slurs. Piper had stood up and stared after him as Bael went to the door, leaning out to look Greyston in the face, though the vampire was taller. "I'd love to see you try, you trash," he hissed, a force slamming against Greyston again. He stared at the vampire, leering. "Leave."
