Fantasy Department of Defense Against the Supernatural

[Kylesar1]

Luke was reading an article on the web. "Technology strives to match the magic of the gods. To fight off deities and world destroyers, technology must advance and keep advancing............"


He stopped reading as he heard what was going on with William and the suspect through his cameras.


He walked out to greet William "Oi. that was quite a show there. You should learn how to not get angry so quickly. That's exactly what he wants"


@Elias

 

[Elias]

''Indeed'' William said as he saw Luke approaching him. ''I know that's what he wants. I just....he just mentioned some things from my past that I'm not really proud of'' he said as he scoured Luke's face to see if he overheard their entire conversation. ''My past as the Kraken has not been exactly..how should I put it...peaceful. I killer people, butchered entire ships, My kind even managed to imprison Poseidon once'' he said as he finished with a sigh. ''It's just so hard to keep it in me sometimes. Back there, I would have wanted to rip his throat off...''


WIth a sigh, he looked back at the cell. ''Do you think it will hold him? Is it a chance in a million he might be able to get out? @Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

"I know of your past. Keep in mind that you're on file." Luke said.


"About the cell, there's 0 chance he's ever getting out. The Drain Cell drains all magic and drains the body back to the simplest form. Anything magical inside or outside the body is drained. In other words, while he's in there, he's being temporarily turned back to a normal human. From that gaping hole he has, he won't live long after going back human. He's nowhere near the strongest we've had in these cells. We have a Phoenix imprisoned in one of these cells. Not even the Lich could get out of those cells."





If Vortigas's partner comes back and frees him, they're gonna have serious problems, as this guy was IN the department. This guy will die when he's completely drained, and Luke was sure he knew it. It was impossible for him to escape. If he started causing problems, Luke would Overdrive the Drain Module, and double his drain rate


@Elias

 

[BookWyrm]

"I told you once and I'll say it again, no!"


The Dutchmen was practically yelling at Carnifex, but the Hollow paid him little attention. It had only been two hours since he had been out of the recovery cell, and he was preparing to head in after Vortigas. The Dutchmen knew that was his plan. "I absolutely forbid you from stepping foot into the Department. You might be able to take many of them, but they will eventually bring you down. You don't have what it takes to singlehandedly wage war on the whole Department!" Carnifex turned sharply, staring the man down with a growl as his mask distorted, partially turning back into it's released state. "You don't think I realize this? If we do nothing Vortigas will die, Soul-Stone or no. I know you don't care about him, he's just a freak experiment like I am. But he's my partner, and my brother. I won't leave him to rot in some Department cell, but I'm a lot smarter than you give me credit for."


The Dutchmen stammered as he tried to think of something to say. With an exasperated sigh he threw his hand into the air. "What is your plan?" Carnifex growled so deeply it shook the floor. "I am going to take out some anger the best way I know how." The Dutchmen looked at the Hollow with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. "How is that, might I ask?"


"On anyone that gets in my way." With that Carnifex turned and walked out of the door and got into one of the blacked out vans. "Take me to the Underground, I need some blood on my hands."


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Ronan had spent the day up to this point relaxing. He had woken up a little later than usual, put some rounds in at the gym, ate a good brunch, came back to his apartment and showered before sorting through and hiding his stash in his safe. Vault might had been a better word, maybe even museum. It was filled with bones, money, and other supplies, but also small enough to be portable if needed. After closing the safe he looked at his clock. "Hmm, getting close to two, about time to meet Fred for coffee." Ronan stood up and walked over to his closet. As he looked through his clothes he thought about his plans. "So, after coffee, and whatever may or may not follow coffee, I guess it's time to start looking for a legitimate job. I've got plenty set back from old work and outside sources, so I really don't have to do anything major. Hmm.....might see if Fred needs help at the shop. Got enough book and street knowledge on materials and magical goods to know my way around a magic shop, plus it would keep me out of trouble, and closer to her. Win win in my books. But, lets just see how coffee goes."


He had decided to keep it simple; casual and comfortable, but manuverable. Dark jeans, hiking shoes, and a henley. Nothing special, but nothing shabby. "I just hope she remembered.", he said to himself as he locked his door and started off towards the cafe.


@Elias @OriginalDaydreamer


 
"I told you once and I'll say it again, no!"


The Dutchmen was practically yelling at Carnifex, but the Hollow paid him little attention. It had only been two hours since he had been out of the recovery cell, and he was preparing to head in after Vortigas. The Dutchmen knew that was his plan. "I absolutely forbid you from stepping foot into the Department. You might be able to take many of them, but they will eventually bring you down. You don't have what it takes to singlehandedly wage war on the whole Department!" Carnifex turned sharply, staring the man down with a growl as his mask distorted, partially turning back into it's released state. "You don't think I realize this? If we do nothing Vortigas will die, Soul-Stone or no. I know you don't care about him, he's just a freak experiment like I am. But he's my partner, and my brother. I won't leave him to rot in some Department cell, but I'm a lot smarter than you give me credit for."


The Dutchmen stammered as he tried to think of something to say. With an exasperated sigh he threw his hand into the air. "What is your plan?" Carnifex growled so deeply it shook the floor. "I am going to take out some anger the best way I know how." The Dutchmen looked at the Hollow with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. "How is that, might I ask?"


"On anyone that gets in my way." With that Carnifex turned and walked out of the door and got into one of the blacked out vans. "Take me to the Underground, I need some blood on my hands."


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Ronan had spent the day up to this point relaxing. He had woken up a little later than usual, put some rounds in at the gym, ate a good brunch, came back to his apartment and showered before sorting through and hiding his stash in his safe. Vault might had been a better word, maybe even museum. It was filled with bones, money, and other supplies, but also small enough to be portable if needed. After closing the safe he looked at his clock. "Hmm, getting close to two, about time to meet Fred for coffee." Ronan stood up and walked over to his closet. As he looked through his clothes he thought about his plans. "So, after coffee, and whatever may or may not follow coffee, I guess it's time to start looking for a legitimate job. I've got plenty set back from old work and outside sources, so I really don't have to do anything major. Hmm.....might see if Fred needs help at the shop. Got enough book and street knowledge on materials and magical goods to know my way around a magic shop, plus it would keep me out of trouble, and closer to her. Win win in my books. But, lets just see how coffee goes."


He had decided to keep it simple; casual and comfortable, but manuverable. Dark jeans, hiking shoes, and a henley. Nothing special, but nothing shabby. "I just hope she remembered.", he said to himself as he locked his door and started off towards the cafe.


@Elias @OriginalDaydreamer

 

[Elias]

Vortigas drifted in and out of sleep as he rolled around in the bed in his cell. Fever was clashing inside him, making him not be able to sleep. Damn this draining cell, it was making him more human and human by hour. He never had fever before as a hollow, and this new sensation was chilling. And not in a good way. He was currently in a dream, strapped against a chair, a sadistic-looking scientist moving in front of him, with a creepy smile and a sharp knife in his hand. His ''maker''. The guy who made sure Vortigas was tortured enough to change back in the day. As the doctor plunged his knife in the hollow's throat, Vortigas awoke in shock. He was breathing abnormally fast, and a feeling of sickness was holing up inside him. A stiched mouth opened on his mask, and through it, the hollow vomitated on the floor, a grey-soot like substance. His hollow life force. Vortigas shruddered as he got up, and leaned against the wall of his cell. ''Sorry for dissapointing you, father'' he said as he took his head in his hands. ''I know I have always been the weak link, out of the two of us. Carnifex was always your favourite. But if I get out, I will prove myself'' he said as he looked through his mask, breathing heavily..


With a shaky breath, he looked down towards his torso, and then he realised. That hole was going to be the death of him. He was becoming human. Humans couldn't live with pot sized torso holes, and no blood or organs, like he had now. He was slowly going to die. The Department were murderers.


With a shout, uncharactarized by his silence, he started banging against the walls, in fury. ''Fuck you, Deparment! Screw you and your shit ass justice'' he said yelling at the camera, where he knew someone was watching. In a fit of despair, he entered feral mode, and started pounding on the nearby walls, knocking out what was around the room. His eye-socket holes were glowing wildly, and the snakes from his mouth were hissing wildly. After 10 minutes, of constant bickering, he finally fell back on his bed. This was hopeless.


His only hope was Carnifex.


@BookWyrm @Kylesar1


..


William nodded as he watched beside Luke, how the hollow jumped and growled around his cell. The creature was always more silent, and mysterious, but now the hollow seemed to be losing it, banging against the cell, shouting, cussing towards the Deparment. It was kinda pityful really. He turned back to Luke. ''Did you get anything out, about the guys that seemed to govern these mutants? They seemed to have agents aswell. Maybe we have a rival foundation against us...'' @Kylesar1

 

[Sleipnir]

Piper finished speaking with Leoric, leaving the room. In short order she ran into Sanja, who was with her wolf and had her now-healing arm bound up. She stopped Piper. "Hey, have you seen Bael?"


Piper suppressed a curse. She'd forgotten about the now-loose poltergeist in the wake of Vortigas's capture. "I let him wander off," she admitted. "I'll send Galleytrot to go collect him before he kills someone."


She found the Blck Dog and sent him to do just that, sure he could do it, leaving @Hel an opening to do a time skip.

 

[WitworthGold]

She raised her hand as if to wave off Sanja's thanks, "Its nothing really." She said with a smile. "I'm actually glad to have had an opportunity to do something useful, I hate being idle when others are risking their lives."


While they were speaking Barty had been roaming the room and having found nothing interesting he returned to Fred's side and lept up into her lap as if to announce his presence. With an eyeroll she introduced him. "This..." Fred said gesturing to the cat in her lap, "is Bartholomew. He's my familiar, and a constant pain in my butt."


"Being bound to you is no cakewalk either luv." Came his reply in his usual snarky tone.


@Sleipnir

 

[Kylesar1]

Luke just looked at Vortigas through the camera as he threw himself around uselessly. "This guy is losing his mind. Probably because he's finally starting to feel the effects of his injuries on a normal human body. That, and the impending death it means."


He kept watching Vortigas as William spoke, and addressed him without looking. "There's nothing on them online. They either don't use electronics, or keep their presence suppressed with magic, like I do. I have no idea how to get to them. Since we're public, I can't exactly suppress the Department's presence online, so they have an advantage here


@Elias

 

[Hel]

Friday midday:


(The day of the Presidents Party for the whole of the department and any who helped in Detroit or with the Lich/Yog Dagor)


Greyston had gotten out of his wheel chair the day before, but had yet to show any of his fellow agents. He made a reminder over the intercom about the party that would take place that night.


Afterwards, he strolled down to the cells to check on both Bael and Vortigas. He'd heard a lot about the Hallows, and while he would certainly prefer to let the drain cell kill the creature, he had information they could use, so he'd turned back the drain function significantly.


"Ah, good day. How are you feeling this... Afternoon, I suppose it is?" Greyston asked Vortigas. He stayed safely away from the Hallow, not wanting to get paralized again so soon after healing.


@Elias


Wednesday had spent most of the last week hanging around Bael and feeding Caden- and eternal struggle, it turned out.


Alexander had spent most of the last week not focusing on finding this other Hallow that was running loose but instead trying to discover who had been responsible for the explosions that killed his brother. He'd discovered little more than that the culprit was an elf.


(Sorry, tried to post this earlier but apparently it never posted!)

 

[Sleipnir]

Bael had been doing greatly the same as he always did after being dragged back by Galleytrot, in a greatly similar manner as the day he had been forced to apologize to Piper when he first came in — throwing cabinets and desks, digging his heels into the ground, and ruining many painstaking reports, resulting in responses similar to a college student who didn't save their final.


There was one exception to his routines, though: AfterSanja was released from the infirmary she visited him daily, and she had more questions than ever. Bael couldn't help but becoming agitated and outright frustrated, not so much with her as he was his inability to answer. Sanja's questions had become Bael's, too. One question resonated like no other: Am I more?


He heard when Greyston made the announcement about the party and couldn't help but have mixed feelings. He didn't want to be in a jail cell, but he didn't want to go to a social call either. He wasn't certain that Greyston or Reed would even bring him, and Bael was starting to get used to the environment the cell offered. It had an added benefit: no history.


Sanja, meanwhile, had rather taken a shine to Fred and Bartholemew, asking to help them out wherever she could and wanting to learn and improve her enchanting between dress fittings and checks with Bael. She was excited for the party, and had chosen out a nice, almost Victorian dress for the occasion. She had put the Order issue behind her and didn't even look into Vortigas's cell, hurrying past any time she went to the block. She had, however, not ignored him and had studied the energy he gave off and worked on her own magic accordingly. Perhaps some of her curiosity had rubbed off on Bael, but it was no one way street and Sanja did put the mission to rescue the agent out of her mind, she had no intention of letting go of a grudge against Vortigas.


Now she had returned to her desk, and was working up a log in her notebook regarding Bael as well as Wednesday, who she had also taken an interest in due to her unique condition of having a zombie attached to her.


Piper, meanwhile, had spent most of her time sti doing Greyston's job, sending agents out on cases and taking care of some herself. She was getting nervous regarding a chain of disappearances where homeless victims were found in freezers as if to be transported, dried of blood. She was also growing suspicious. Shylock was still in DC and she still saw him somewhat frequently at the lobby. His reaction upon overhearing Piper talking to another agent about these cases had made her wary of him to say the least. She had assumed him to be a kind enough young man, but his involvement with the Brotherhood seemed certain. She didn't say anything more about it to him though, and instead decided she would later address the topic with Greyston to see what was to be done. In the mean time, Piper had to think about her party attire. She wasn't one for big formal events, but considering the names invved, she figured that 1.) she was expected to look her finest and 2.) she'd better not have sleeves based on all that hot air in one room.

 

[BookWyrm]

Ronan had spent the better part of the week making it his job to pop up in Fred's shop whenever she was in. He had been enjoying her company, and could find any excuse, no matter how dumb, to drop in and talk. Today, though, he had decided to try and sleep in some. He had been out the previous night participating in some rather, unsanctioned, activities. Maybe something along the lines of a fight club? Needless to say, a few bruises later he was thirty thousand dollars better off. It might not be legal, but it sure paid good. Why did he still fight though? He had asked himself that this very day when he had woken up. "Because you haven't asked Fred about running the shop thats why." Ronan sighed as he rolled over and grabbed his phone. "I've been dropping by to see her all week and I still haven't asked for her number. Oh well, I guess I'll have to drop by again."


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Carnifex had not dealt with his brother's inprisonment very well at all. He had gone Underground for the week, literally disappearing off the grid, and had remained there. The Order had facilities all over the world, but the number of assets was greater by ten at the least. Carnifex had spent the week with one of these assets, a particularly talented hacker that had assisted the mole that had rooted out the Department. "If you had come to me first I could have done it without getting busted.", the hacker commented dryly. Despite the fact that the mole had stolen a ton of data, it had been encrypted. Carnifex was slumped in the corner of the room, his upper body unclothed, exposing the new hole in his chest. A perfect circle through his torso, allowing one to see out the other side, but not causing any harm. It was an odd sight until you got used to it. His skin was grey, but pulled tightly across a well muscled frame. He looked up at the hacker as she spoke. "I know. But its done now, so lets move on and just deal with the situation at hand. I still don't know if Vortigas is alive or not, and the Dutchmen had been less than helpful."


The hacker snickered. "That old man has never been good at anything besides being unhelpful. That's why Father told you to use the other assets, the people who actually understand the Order and what it's about, and support it. People like me.", she looked back at Carnifex and smiled. The Hollow just shook his head. "What have you found that is worth knowing?"


"Oh well, let me see, I have access to internal files that reveal agents addresses, digital footprints, and with a little work I could probably get you their credit card records and bank account info, but I don't think your interested in that, so I can get you access to their family records. Your mole might have been green, but they came back with some solid dirt. You could shut down the Departments movement with this information, confine their personal to staying at the apartments inside the facility."


Carnifex nodded contently. "Good. Now, what was it you said about a presidential party?" The hacker looked back over the material. "The Department, especially those involved with the New Orleans and DC incidents, have been invited to attend a presidential party held in their honor. It is being held tonight." Carnifex stood up finally, stretching before putting his clothing back on. "I'll make my move tonight. One way or another, I'm getting Vortigas out of there."


@Elias @OriginalDaydreamer

 

[Elias]

Vortigas looked at the man who was speaking before him with interest. The leader. So-called leader, that was handling the HQ, and had all those agents under his authority. Judging by the oldness in his eyes, and the general pale aura he had, Vortigas was sure the man in front of him was a vampire. Hearing his question, Vortigas got up slightly from his bed, his moves silent but slumped, from the pain he was going through. Just last night, he got his first major scare that confirmed his suspicions. The process was working, and last night, he experienced something very human...bleeding. Looking around, he hold his wound thight so it didn't bleed, took a chair and stood a couple of steps away from Greyston. ''I suppose it is, vampire. Sunny day, beatiful afternoon....'' he said with a glint of madness in his voice. Anyone taking a look at him, could tell he was both visually and morally failing. For a hollow to become human again. That was like death at it's worst. ''Tell me...Corin, was it? Do you take pride in what you do? I heard that the Deparment helps people...'' he said as he spat out a big drop of blood. ''I heard you treat your prisoners better than this. Yet here I am, and you're killing me. In all the days I have been here, not once had someone come to check on me, to try to fix my wounds ...As soon as I turn human I will die...yet you seem to have no quarrel with it...'' Vortigas said, a stitched smile forming on his decomposing mask. ''Tell me, how does it feel to play the devil?''


@Hel


William tightened his new suit on him, as he looked at himself in the mirror. A presidentail party. This was quite...exciting. Not every day would you get the occasion to participate in such formal attendances. And yet here he was. The Kraken in a formal suit. It was quite funny if you thought about it. Trying to put his confident face, Will rotated around his room in the HQ, then eventually stood on his bed. Something was irking him...last night while he was sleeping.....his right hand started moving by itself. It was for a couple of seconds, and then it ceased, but the Kraken was pretty sure what was making it move. William, he was starting to get in control of his body. Even in this small dose, it was worrying enough, and the Kraken knew the curse death line was coming soon. For him to keep the body, he would have to perform the curse again, in a remote area, and that required him to be far from the Deparment. He still had a good 2 months until the deadline, yet he knew a decision should be made....

 

[Kylesar1]

Luke had to figure out what to wear to the party. He's never been to a party before in his life. All he knew was that there were gonna be a lot of people there, which sucked. He could barely stand the amount of people at his house, and he lived alone. Let alone a formal party. This was a dilemma. He felt the urgency of the problem since last night


He was in his office, checking on his computer stuff, when Vortigas spoke. Greyston was in there with him. Luke decided to see about the prisoner. Obviously he was insane, but it was still worth looking into.


Luke walked into the room and addressed the suspect. "Hello, prime suspect. I don't suppose you could give me a name to call you by. Are you enjoying my Drain Cell?"


@Elias

 

[Hel]

Greyston watched the Hallow, he was right, they should tend to the man's wounds, and honestly he had assumed that Piper sent someone to help care for him- at least until trial and just sentencing.


"Has no one seen to you? Huh, you must not be cooperating. We are very forgiving- and kind even to our prisoners, so long as they cooperate. I'll send someone to check on your wounds, I may even turn the drain function off to leave you weakened but mostly alive, and less of a threat if you answere the questions asked." Greyston said, watching the other man as he waited for a response.

 

[Kylesar1]

Luke shook his head in disapproval.


"Corin, turning the Drain off is suicide. He couldn't feel a thing until the drain came on, which means those wounds aren't significant. Turning off the drain will have him recover. Going to treat his wounds means opening the cell. We imprison Basilisks and Phoenixes in Drain cells, and don't open them for a reason."


Greyston is out of his mind. Not only does he want to turn off the drain, but he wants to open the cell. Luke chose this cell specifically for people who were too powerful for normal cells


@Hel


@Elias

 

[BookWyrm]

Carnifex glared at the Department HQ. Somewhere inside that facility Vortigas lay either dead or dying. It didn't matter either way, Carnifex would bring him out alive or dead. Turning away from the window he paced a lap around the room again. Carnifex had found an empty room at an apartment close enough to the Department's headquarters to allow him a view of the building. It had been tricky sneaking into the room, but he had made sure to leave no evidence. For being the muscle of the team, Carnifex could be extremely subtle. "If they have killed him I'll tear a hole in the heart of their headquarters that goes straight to the Abyss.", he growled. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly yellow color as he watched the building. "I'm not moving until they do."


@Elias

 

[Elias]

Vortigas gasped into laughter, hearing Luke warn Greyston. He had almost managed to convince Corin to gave him an escape window. But this Luke guy was apparently smarter than that. ''Ooh, prime suspect. I like the way the way that sounds'' he said with a chuckle..''Rolls really well off the tongue. Do you want a name? Sure I'll give my name to you. It's prounounced ''Fuck off'' Vortigas said as he glared at Luke, then turned back at Greyston. ''Seems like your techie guy here, doesn't really like me, but I'm willing to answer your questions if you would hold your part of the bargain'' he said trying to stipulate back the past agreement.


@Hel @Kylesar1


Justin was unsure of what to pick for the upcoming party. He never was a formal guy, but formal was a must for this presidential event. Gotta look good for the president afterall. Rustling through his drawers he couldn't decide on anything to wear, and was about to give up, when he found it. A good looking suit, which would look killer on him. He had to probate it right away...

 

[Hel]

"Of course, answer and I'll keep my end." Greyston said, crossing his heart and nodding. Everything about him seemed to be rather casual, as though he was making a deal with a trusted colleague.


"I'll leave you in the care of those who's job it is to get information from people. As long as you are pleasant they will be too."


Once finished with his words, he nodded, and decided to go speak with Luke in his office.

 

[Kylesar1]

"Hey Fuck Off. How are you enjoying your descent to humanity?"


Without waiting for a response, Luke followed Corin into his office. "Do you want us all to die? That Drain Module and that cell are 2 parts of a whole. If one of them is compromised, the prisoner escapes. We don't keep ancient beasts in Drain Cells for nothing. The only things we ever put in those cells are those who we don't want to let out."





@Hel

 

[Hel]

"I know how to run my Department, I've been doing this for far longer than you've been alive. I promised I'd turn it off, I said nothing about the other function that cell contains. I said someone would tend to his wounds, I didn't say they'd be alive. I need you to Help me guns down that ghost that helped heal during the lich attack. The one with the zombie, maybe she'll be at the party? We could use her abilities." Greyston said, looking a Luke. His tone was calm, as though they were talking about the weather. "Believe me, I have my tricks... Now, what to wear to that party? It'll be starting soon." With that he dismissed himself and headed up to his apartment to get ready himself.

 

[Sleipnir]

All of Sleipnir's characters did the same as Greyston, but Sleipnir is far to lazy to write any more on that. Except Bael. He's sulking.

 

[WitworthGold]

The last few days had passed by in a bit of a blur for Fred. Between tutoring Sanja in crafting charms and talismans, and running back and forth between The Department and The Cantrip she was worn a bit thin, and hadn't even begun designing her dress.


There wasn't much time left but she fully intended to make the most of it. She was currently at the shop and wracking her brain for dress designs. Sketch after sketch were cast aside until with a groan of frustration she tossed her pen and pad aside and slouched down to rest her head on the table top.


"Hey luv..." came Bartholomew's voice through the link, "You've got plenty of time just enchant a pen and stop worrying so much. You're so screwed up inside that its making me anxious." While his advice was as usual, unsolicited he did make a good point, she could bewitch the pen to create a design while she finished up inventory.


In the time it had taken her to finish inventory, and take care of the small pop of business, the enchantment had worked like a charm and produced two very flattering designs. With those things taken care of, only a few decisions remained. The first of which was what accessories, and the last of which was just who would accompany her to the party, and she had just the guy in mind.


Fred searched around her apartment until she'd found both her sewing kit and a box of stationary, then after placing both on a countertop she suspended both hands over each item and began to incant."Vivere, et obedire." Moments later the contents of both boxes were standing in a straight line across the counter, in a manner that greatly reminded her of a group of soldiers. She gestured toward the stationary and spoke, "You draft up an invitation for Ronan to escort me to the party, its formally attired, and don't send anything u til its been approved by me." She then turned to the sewing kit, "We are going to make both of these." She said gesturing to the designs. "Everyone knows their task, lets get to work." The following hour was a blur of flying objects and Winifred dashing between projects before finally approving the invitation and enchanting it to find Ronan.





@BookWyrm

 

[Hel]

The hours passed by as everyone got ready to attend the party, and when it was time to leave, Greyson made the announcement over the intercoms. "All who are coming to the party, our rides are awaiting us outside, I hope your plus-ones met you here."


Greyston had let Piper go to fetch the moody poltergeist, worried the boy may indeed try to kill him even before such an event. He was in fact the first out to show each member to their limo. There was a small army of those waiting outside of the department headquarters, and honestly would have made the bit of traffic that took the roads in front of the department a bit clogged were the roads not blocked off for the evening. To be fair they were usually blocked off to any who had no business with the department.


Greyston was dressed elegantly in an outfit that was more akin to one he would have worn back in the days before he turned- and one that truly made him look the vampire part in some ways.

Spoiler

Liliana headed downstairs with Alex, who himself was in a simple tuxedo, one that you'd expect for such an event. She was, for once, in a dress, and she headed downstairs to the limos.


"Wow, this seems to be a wonderful place to work. The perks are excellent, wouldn't you say?" She asked as she climbed into the front limo, along with Alex and the next few agents to get out there.

(But you know, she's blonde)


Wednesday appeared to William as a young girl, it too had donned fancy attire for the event. "Are you ready? Are you ready?" It sang, seemingly eager to go. The elemental really liked William and enjoyed his presence, so naturally it found him whenever there was something to do and tagged along.

(But she is in black and white, with white hair

 

[Sleipnir]

(Hah. I see what you did there.)


Piper, in turn, had gone to get Bael before getting in her dress. She was more than mildly concerned it would get torn in the process. However, he seemed willing enough for once, more sulking as any teenager who didn't want to attend would rather than actively attempting to get the department's insurance cancelled, killing anyone he could in the process. So that was a start.


Before long, Piper was on her way out, wearing her formal attire and all put together.

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Bael had come along without too much of a fuss, deciding his normal clothing was formal enough, adding only a jacket. He had combed his hair once more, but did little else for his appearance — if the president wanted a poltergeist at the party he surely couldn't expect much cooperation. He got into his chosen limo, staying completely quiet the whole time.


Sanja was not. She was excited and chattering, all sorts of estancia with her dress and hair. She had chosen something fitting of her for sure and had decided to bring her wolf along with her, since he didn't shed and would behave likely better than some of the non-animal guests — especially of the undead variety. She sat in the limo with Alex, Bael, and Liliana as well as she could, the Wolf laying under her feet. "Isn't this great? I can't believe we're going to a party for the leader of the free world."






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Minus the goggles.


Galleytrot followed along, wearing a simple shot of his own. He was pleased to be going though it wasn't much to him.

 

[Elias]

William smiled as the sound elemental joined him. ''Sure, little one'' he said as he tigthened the sleeves on his suit. He didn't look much different though, as William almost always wore formal outfits. He found casual clothes, a bit too ....casual. Formal clothes were the shit. Cool, snazzy, and overall classy. With Melody trailing behind him, William entered another limo, and Melody soon followed. Eager with both anticipation, and a bit of anxiety from being excited he stood, on the bench of the limo, lighting himself a cigar to calm down.


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Justin just finished putting up his suit. He wasn't really sharply dressed or things like that, but he wasn't dressed casually either. As he went outside, he stopped in fron of the door of the limo and peeked around. Everybody was looking magnificent, and that was saying a lot. He liked the way Corin was all past-vampire fashionable, and Sanja with her steampunk-ish thing she got going on. William was looking sharp as usual, and to his surprise Liliana was actually wearing a dress. Huh, there was a first time for anything, it seemed. Then he saw Piper, and his jaw dropped. She was looking gorgeous in her silvery dress, and she was practically glittering with beauty. Nobody has seen Piper like that, not in work clothes, and now that she was formal she was even more stunning. Justin felt like giving her a compliment on her looks, but then he stopped realising he didn't know what to say, so he settled for giving her a heartfelt admirative look making sure she noticed it. That was complimentive enough. With that, he entered Will's limo, and sat on the opossite side.


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In a remote part of Detroit, a tall guy with black messy hair and deep blue eyes was suiting up, apparently for something formal. With a slight smile, Jefferson put the last remaining part of his suit, and looked himself in the mirror. He had been invited at a presidential party, for assisting in the Detroit case, which ironically involved him saving it alongside the Deparment DC branch. It was not everyday he got an invitation like this one. To meet the president. Tightening his suit, he shouted to Jess, which was in the other room. ''Honey. Im off to the party..I'm late enough as it is, so I gotta go'' he said kissing his beautiful vampire wife. For a moment he considered taking the door, but then he changed his mind and jumped out the window, turning into his phoenix form and flying towards DC. It was a long way, but with his speed, he was there in no time. Landing with a thump, he straightened and looked at the others going into limos. He noticed his old friend, and leader of the Dc branch, Greyston standing there, looking vampirey. ''My god, you lost weight'' he said as he approached the vampire. ''Sun has not been good with you lately?'' he said joking slightly, as he shook Corin's hand.


@Hel


Meanwhile, in his cell, Vortigas was waiting, unsure what was happening outside, or why everybody left.


(BTW the pics are thumbnails so just click on them to see them large. Still havent figured how to put pics in spoilers)