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[Loxely]

The year is 2018

Saint Haddock was once a booming city, full of opportunity. Whether it be work as a humble fisherman or a tech company CEO woman, the city thrived full of life. Until one day a dark fog emerged and engulfed it into eternal night. Haddock's citizens felt an unnerving shift in the air. Some speculated this is the result of resource mining from our beloved earth, whereas zealots claimed it was a curse placed upon them for unrepentant sins. The ominous fog casted gloom over the city like a bad omen, many took this unexplainable phenomenon as a sign to leave. Those smart enough pack up and escape the clutches of this dying city sought out better lives inland. But for the poor souls who stayed, were presented with new fears.

Five years have passed and the blanket of smog continued to remain unwavering. Despite the decaying city, there has been a rise in an unwelcome population. Mysterious people began to emerge in the populace. There's rumors that they were drawn to the consistent overcast. Others claim they've been here the whole time, only to lurk in the shadows. Despite the rapidly eroding city, it seems as though these new comers brought new life to it. Life that was nurtured in the eternal darkness. But as life giveth, it also taketh away. Although they showed up in reasonable numbers, the native citizens began to disappear in sizable amounts. The trafficking of paraphernalia became suddenly prevalent as well, whether it be weapons or illegal substances, the peace officers became overwhelmed. Theories that this new market was rooted to a new exclusive club, located on the outskirts of town and nestled within an abandoned building. Thus, cynically dubbing Saint Haddock as Paradise City.

With the unresolved mystery of this dark shroud and now the crime rate of Saint Haddock's becoming unmanageable, the Government finally took up interest in what remains of this city. In efforts to assist in seizing control back, they issued Deo Volente - highly trained "peace keepers". This project remains confidential to the outside world, even unknown to the citizens of Saint Haddock.

Now the question remains, will these unwelcomed guests be dealt with or will they have the means to run Deo Volente out of their Paradise City?
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Game Masters | Loxely & Loomis ​

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Currently Accepting
Witches and Warlocks
Humans​

 

[Loxely]

1. Follow RPN Rules.
2. No Mary/Gary Sues. This includes no one having relation to powerful fictional characters such as Dracula, Alucard, Van Helsing and so on.
3. No real face grabs, only 2D art.
4. All characters will need to be 18+.
5. Mark a trigger warning if your posts contain any mature content.
6. Please note that if you choose to become a role that has a lot of responsibility, that you intend to be an active member to the roleplay.
7. Due to how active the current players are, we now expect a post at least once a week.
8. We have the right to deny characters that do not feel they would fit the current story, as the current player basis has been established. The standard for new characters will reflect on those already established.
9. This is a semi lit/lit RP.
10. Real life happens, if you feel you are too busy to respond in a timely manner, please message those you are interacting with, myself or Loomis . ​

*Rules are subject to change if we see fit.​

 

[Loxely]

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Vampires
Although these beings have walked the earth for centuries, the ever growing populace of them seem unmanageable. Vampires are true to textbook knowledge, their tender flesh makes them compromised in the daylight. Luckily for those that reside in Paradise City, they can freely walk amongst the rest of the citizens without fear. Despite having to rely on a consistent diet of fresh blood, these occult creatures have their own quirks. They are exceptionally perceptive with their hearing, as well as inhuman ability to be dangerously quick with their attacks.



Weaknesses
Holy Objects
Sunlight/Solar Simulators

Fatal Weaknesses
Stakes through the heart
Decapitation


Werewolves
These beasts have done an exceptional job at remaining hidden among the humans. They contribute to society as much as mere human would, with regular jobs and lifestyles. However, they stay true and loyal to their pack. The pack is deemed as a family rather than an organization, though much like a family, there is a familial hierarchy. The pack leader is perceived to the pack as a pivotal figure for them, with crucial decisions being decided upon them and their word being law. They may also assign fellow werewolves to be their council or even coleaders. But all choices are made for the best interest of the pack, not oneself. Unfortunately, when a full moon is at it's highest peak - they are forced to shift into their beastlike forms. However, small doses of wolfsbane can aid in controlling the transformation.



Weaknesses
Wolfsbane can deter a werewolf
Fire can harm a werewolf, however you risk them fleeing and regenerating

Fatal Weaknesses
Silver weapons and projectiles
If attacked in their human form, they are faced with the same weaknesses as a mortal human

Pack Leader: Riaan Joseph
Pack Co-Leader:



Witches & Warlocks
These humans have become closely in tune with nature, thus utilizing it's gifts for either good or power. Though it may be frowned upon to use this skill for personal gain, there is no true consequences. Unless the coven leader seeks punishment. Witches and Warlocks are tightly wound to one another as their coven has become a close community, very similar to werewolves and their packs. These gifted humans specialize in only one element. This power is discovered at a young age, typically around the time of adolescence.



Weaknesses
Opposing elements can prove to be problematic for a Witch or Warlock

Fatal Weaknesses
Witches & Warlocks are still human, therefore human afflictions can still harm them.
However, they can use the gift of their specified element to assist in healing minor wounds.

Coven Leader: Magnus MacVain (on hiatus)
Coven Co-Leader: Cordelia Hawthorne

Deo Volente
These humans are as deadly as they come. Trained at a young age, those who follow the way of Deo Volente are taught to despise all occult beings. They're trained in ways to withstand the harshest of predicaments, while remaining tactful and precise. Members of Deo Volente are subservient to the code, of which they take no spouse, nor bear any children, their life will remain dedicated to the cause until their final days. Some have been lead astray with selfish desires of love, empathy, or individual benefit. If discovered, the betraying member will be hunted down as if they were an occult creature. Deo Volente can be Witches or Warlocks, but due to having the gift of an element, they can only wield one weapon of their choosing.


Fatal Weakness
All hunters are human, so they are still mortal. Severe wounds or fatal attacks will be the cause of their demise.

Deo Volente Operations Captain: Octavia "Madame" Moretti
Deo Volente Lieutenant: Thomas "Tom" Barrett


Humans *always accepting humans
Do not underestimate the power of a human, as they too can train to defend oneself. Whether it be with knowledge or brawns. Humans are neutral in the affairs of the occult, they have the liberty of choosing their alignments. Some aid the occult creatures by housing them in annexes, others fight alongside the Deo Volente, whereas many continue their day to day life.




Fatal Weakness
Humans are subject to the same fate as any other mortal.

 

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Character Sheet Guidelines

1. Only two firearms and one melee weapon allowed.
2. Werewolves, please add a human and lycanthrope picture.
3. Occult beings may have one unique power but must have one drawback to their power, so as to not be overpowered.
4. Affiliation means if you are a part of the werewolf pack, Deo Volente, or the coven.
5. List only three main skills.
6. No hybrids of occult, no vampire x werewolf, vampire x witch/warlock, nor werewolf x witch/warlock.
7. Humans do not have powers. They can train for combat and/or knowledge of the occult.

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Always Accepting Humans

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If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to PM me or Loomis.​

 

[Loxely]

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Downtown
Saint Haddock was once was polluted with traffic and pedestrians, the streets of downtown feel scarce and unnerving. Most businesses forced to shut down or owners of establishments left their affairs to rot. Though with perseverance some managed to remain, perhaps with the support of the community or even laundering from the occult. But in every decaying city there sprouts a skidrow with tents pitched along the underpass. There is however, a relic that stands the test of time - a small bookshop. A cozy space, offering a refuge for those seeking knowledge. If you're one to inquire for more education, specifically about the occult, speak with the owner and they could reveal a restricted library to aid your studies. But only for those capable of holding such information. Not even a block away towers a rather esteemed building, the luxurious Hawthorn Hotel, who's immaculate archistructure feels far too superior to the rest of the city. It's well kempt interior raises numerous amounts of suspicion. Very little know that this is in fact a headquarters for the Deo Volente, where they sleep, eat, and have access to a full ranged armory to complete their objective of cleaning up the occult.

Available Occupations
◇ Bookshop Owner: Open (One Slot)
◇ Bookshop Clerk: Open (Three Slots)
◇ Hotel Concierge: Open (Two Slots)

◇ Silver's Potions and Oddities | Owner: Silvermist Cearos

*Other businesses are acceptable, please add it under occupation in your character sheet. ​

Spoiler: Bookshop Entrance

Spoiler: Restricted Library

Spoiler: Hawthorn Hotel Lobby

Spoiler: Deo Volente Meeting Room

Spoiler: Skidrow

North Side
Due to the rapid advances in crime rate, and with the dispatch of the Deo Velonte, the government walled off travel to the inland. In order to proceed forward, there are security checks in place to stop any occult from escaping further to the neighboring cities.

East Side
What seems to the be remains of the upper class suburbanites, there stands the skeleton of a dilapidated apartment building. Music has rumored to be heard late into the nights, booming from the building. Occasionally the gleam of red hues can be seen from the windows. Gossip dubbed the lively presence as "Club Lazarus", as it appeared to be revitalized. But those who attend these events are far from alive. It's been speculated of being ran by an elusive night walker, but only those in trust of the owner know of their identity. The rest of the building became seized and renovated to act as shelter for other vampires. There are strict rules in place for Club Lazarus: 1. Humans are allowed, but they risk becoming a blood doll. 2. Though, it is frowned upon, werewolves are allowed if accompanied by a vampire. 3. Absolutely no Deo Volente.

Available Occupations
◇ Club Lazarus | Owner: Sabine DeLorme'
◇ Club Lazarus | Bouncer: Open (Three Slots)
◇ Club Lazarus | Burlesque Performer: Open (Four Slots)
◇ Club Lazarus | Bartender: (Two Slots)
◇ Club Lazarus | Cocktail Waitress/Waiter: (Two Slots)

◇ Crimson Tears Crime Organization | Boss: Dante Wolfbane

*Note that Burlesque performers are fully dressed. They only dance or sing on stage or in cages.​

Spoiler: Outside Club Lazarus

Spoiler: Inside Club Lazarus

Ambience 🕩


South Side
Saint Haddock was thriving on imported goods, yet now their shipyard remains nearly desolate. Only a dark ships in the night seem to arrive, delivering unknown goods. Some say that perhaps this is how the vampires arrived to Saint Haddock in the first place, being confined in wooden crates and sailing from parts of the country with promises of a new life. Peace officers have warranted searches in these containers to not only find refugee vampires, but as paraphernalia as well. For weary travelers and the like, such as sailors, boat captains and fishermen - there is a motel conveniently placed near the docks.

Buried deep below the city tracks a cave system, lies hidden annexes to call home for humans to call sanctuary. Ever sense the ominous shroud that casted over the city, this traverse set of tunnels were abandoned by the night walkers when news broke that they were able to freely walk above ground.

Spoiler: The Docks

Spoiler: Cave Entrance

Spoiler: Human Hideout

Spoiler: Motel Room

Southwest Side
Nestled near and far between the west side's sticks and the waterfront holds an abandoned building of sanction. This old church has proven to be a haven for tutelage and ritual for the Witches and Warlocks alike. Many artifacts have been stored within the crevices of the church to offer more wisdom to the gifted. Those who are entuned with Earth can feel a calming aura when entering the building provided by the grand oak tree reclaiming it's rightful place.

Spoiler: Coven Church

West Side
Dense woods precure consume the entirety of Saint Haddock's west side of town, previously a popular camping ground or even make out points for the feisty youth. Old wives tales warned children of playing in these forests with instilling fear of creatures that lurked in it's embrace. Little did they know, they were not wrong in their stories. The werewolves stake claim over this land long before the infestation of vampires and Deo Volente. Living peacefully and keeping to themselves, but that doesn't discount a few bad apples. Welcoming you into the wood lines sits a homely dive bar. The previous owner having the dream of owning his own establishment for him and his pals achieved that goal many years ago by winning a sum of cash, promptly naming it: Lucky Dave's. Since then, the infamous Dave has long departed and the bar is now passed on to a new owner. It now acts as a communal hangout for the native pack of Saint Haddock.

Available Occupations
◇ Lucky Dave's | Owner: Open (One Slot)
◇ Lucky Dave's | Bartender: Open (Two Slots)
◇ Lucky Dave's | Bouncer: Open (Three Slots)

Spoiler: Lucky Dave's

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The following links will be OOC posts that summarize the current character activity in the thread. We fully intend on posting daily updates.
This is to better help new players understand the active events happening in the plot or provide reference points for those already involved in the roleplay.


TLDR Logs
🞄 4.27.2023
🞄 4.30.2023
🞄 8.21.2023​

 

[Loxely]

trigger warnings // minor gore, dead body​

Setting
All seems quiet in the streets of Saint Haddock, except for the dull humming of the fluorescent street lamps and the occasional vehicle passing through. It grew late into the evening, a surprise to the citizens of the city as the lack true daylight creates a confusion of the concept of time. A couple stands outside a local pub, bickering over a trivial topic but voices raised enough to cause a scene. Albeit their hostile temperament, there's cheering and laughter harmoniously entangled with upbeat music from within the bar.

The loud clash of thunder interrupting the argument and silence drew quickly as trickles of rain descended upon them. A short few words were exchanged and the woman turned away and reentered the bar, leaving the man alone to his own devices. He stood momentarily, pondering over the altercation while he lit a cigarette. Thoughtfully enjoying that first long drag, then exhaling with a heavy sigh. He removed his phone from his pocket and idly thumbed at it's screen. With that, he too turned away but across the street and into the night.

Hours have passed as the evening went on, drawing closer towards midnight. The storm now taking full advantage of Saint Haddock, showering the city in cold rain. Sirens in the distance wailed closer and closer. The flashing of red and blue lights emitted off the buildings, as police cruisers pulled up to a darkened alley. Two officers stood over the body of a man, his phone still and hand and a cigarette lay near, now soaked and shrilled in the rain. Chatter was heard over the radio as more officers approached, there's mention deploying of other emergency services to the scene. A single officer began to start taping off the area with bold yellow ribbon, while their partner directed some on coming vehicles to detour.

Emerging from an unmarked vehicle stood a man draped in a long coat, wielding a fresh hot coffee in one hand and a notepad in another. He slipped under the ribbon fence and chatted with the first responders. Flashing a detective badge as a brash introduction then making his way towards the cadaver with a stoic expression. The victim lay splayed, multiple lacerations and the dismemberment of a leg looked as though a wild cat had attacked him. The detective frowned at the dismay, taking a swig of his coffee then spoke into his personal radio, "We're going to need further investigation." He calmly spoke, now returning back towards the officers. Knowing well enough, they would not understand the realm of possibilities for this crime.
Could it have been a vicious attack from a werewolf? Or a blood sport for the vampires? Word was bound to spread quickly to possible suspects. He couldn't be quite sure, but knew with the help of his fellow Deo Volente, they could find this perpetrator and perhaps more like them.

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Curious bystanders quickly huddled across the street, watching the scene unfold with sick curiosity. They murmured amongst themselves, theorizing what was going on. Though, the law enforcement did well to keep the situation sight. A girl came running down the street, her heels in hand and bare feet splashing in every puddle. She darted under the tape, but was quickly caught by an officers. Screams of turmoil escaped her while she trashed and kicked in the embrace of the officer, crying out drunken apologies at the dark alley.

Standing in the back of the flock, a woman looked on through the crowd from under her umbrella. Adorn in all white apparel, a dress fitting snug to her petite frame while a fur stole hung lazily offer her shoulders. Typically, she would've stuck out like an anomaly but everyone else's attention was so fixated on the drama before them. This granted the woman a sense of incognito.

A smirk formed along her plush lips, enjoying the chaos with some twisted amusement. Raising a nimble finger to the corner of said smirk to wipe away the smear of blood that stained her pale skin.

The boom of a megaphone pierced through the chattering crowd, commanding the civilians return home and lock their doors while advising them to remain indoors for the remainder of the evening. Like that, they scattered and scurried to their respected abodes. Disappearing within the throng, the lady in white ventured off into the night in pursuit of her own haven.

Hailing a taxi, she sat quietly for the duration of the ride. Occasionally pressing out the wrinkles of her dress, it was evident her appearance was of absolute priority - even in the back of a dingy cab. The vehicle stopped at the edge of city, the driver claiming he has no desire to go further, additionally suggesting the woman not trail too far alone in the night.

Her eyes flashed a nocturnal glow as she offered him a tight smile, insisting that she will be fine and is appreciative of his concern for a charming young lady. Stepping out of the vehicle with the poise of a celebrity entering the red carpet, she opened her umbrella and made way towards the infamous Club Lazarus.

 

[Loomis]

TW: minor self harm
The rain pounded mercilessly against the windows of the once abandoned apartment building, a slender figure standing in front of the glass watching the storm take over the city. A bolt of lightning scattered across the sky followed by a loud clap of thunder breaking the woman out of her trance like state. Her dark eyes fell from the window to the clock on the opposing wall, it does appear to be that time. A few seconds later the rumblings of club Lazarus began to trickle in, the bass of the dark synth music mixing with the thunder outside. Pulling herself away from the window she sauntered over to the large bed behind her. A slender hand snatched up the small latex dress that was laid out on the end of the bed as she made her way to the bathroom.

She watched herself undo the tie to her silk robe; she let it fall to the ground and studied her reflection, looking for imperfection. Tossing her dress on the bathroom counter she turned to the marble shower and cranked the water to the hottest setting.

Exiting the steamy shower and wrapping herself in a towel she began to get ready for the night. Thankfully at this point Club Lazarus was a well oiled machine and could get things started without her presence so she could take her time in the solitude of her loft before tending to her duties. Wiping away the condensation build up her eyes once again met the gaze of her own reflection in the enchanted mirror. She began the process of getting ready, some would call it tedious but she enjoyed the time it took to get herself to a prestenable state. A business woman like herself didn’t get much time alone so she took pleasure in the fleeting moments of solitude.

“Sabine?” A soft, almost nervous voice broke the silence. Inhaling sharply the woman closed her eyes and pursed her lips together.


“What?” The melodic voice snapped from the bathroom. “Actually, before you continue on, come here.” The blonde woman emerged from the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe.

“Yes Mistress,” the frail human reluctantly approached the Vampire. Sabine smirked and bent her figure so she could be eye to eye with the mortal. Wrapping her claw like fingers around their wrist she pulled him closer to her.

“Slit your wrist and fill my wine glass,” her eyes flashing red as her manipulation power infiltrated their mind. Without a word the man moved to the bedside table and took hold of the knife and wine glass. Sabine watched as the blade dug into his flesh and the red liquid quickly poured out of him and filled the glass.

“Now, tell me,” She cooed as she took the glass in her hands and extended a towel to stop the bleeding, “what is it that is so important that you have to interrupt what I’m doing?” Taking a large sip of the warm liquid her eyes flashed red once again out of pleasure at the taste.

“I was told to deliver this to you,” He quickly reached into his jacket and pulled out a manilla folder. Sabine cocked an eyebrow at the folder and pushed herself off the doorframe.

“Toss it on the bed, go see one of the bartenders to get you fixed up, darling,” with her free hand she grabbed his bleeding wrist and licked the remaining blood off him.

“You truly are delicious,” she complemented and flashed her fangs at him. Sabine was tempted to drain him on the spot but a sudden feeling stopped her violent thoughts. The little hairs on her body stood up at attention, a sense of familiarity washed over her. Her sister was close.

“Lottie is almost here, make sure you send her to my section when she arrives.” Dismissing the human she returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready. The man wasted no time in following her instructions, tossing the folder onto the bed and darting out of the room in one motion.

Sabine stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later fully dressed and ready for what the night had in store. The latex dress clung to her every move as she made her way to the elevator located in her room. Swiping her access card the elevator doors opened and quickly closed behind her and began its descent to Lazarus. The music from the club slowly became louder the closer the elevator got to the entrance of Sabine’s domain.

“One final touch,” she muttered to herself and opened the small clutch she carried and sifted through the items inside. Pulling out a dark red lipstick she swiped the moisturizing color over her plump lips and smacked them together. The elevator came to a soft halt and the doors rushed open, the red lights pouring into the small opening. Two men stood on either side of the elevator and gave Sabine a nod, one of them extending a fresh cocktail.

“Gentlemen,” Sabine held her hand out, the large red diamond ring flashing against the club lights, the men taking turns kissing the large stone. One of the guards took Sabine’s open hand and led her through the already crowded club to her heavily guarded, VIP section.

“I left a file in my room, bring it to me,” She commanded before taking her seat on the plush couch to watch over the club's activities, “See to it my sister makes it back to Lazarus safely.” Bringing the cocktail to her lips she paused for a moment, inhaling the thick iron scent from the liquid before downing the contents of the glass and letting the waves of euphoria wash over her.

Club Lazarus

 

[zlexis]

Thomas Barrett

Northside​

The streets are all alike; filth in every crevice. Such is Saint Haddock at its best. Lieutenant Thomas Barrett was walking the Northside border on patrol when he received the notification on his phone. The fluorescent screen lit up his face as he read the message in a frame of rain droplets and eyes of indifference. News like this was a commonality. Woman drained, man lacerated, all the same to someone who dealt with it on a daily. However, as the screen woke up for a second time to flash the image of the male victim, Tom stopped in his tracks. The brutality of the attack reopened a distant memory: one of pain, suffering, and vengeance. Habitually, his hand shot to his chin and began to stroke the scruff of his beard, if it could even be called such. Now was not the time to revisit that moment of his life that changed his course forever.

He clicked the power button and returned the device to its pocket.

The patrol would have to wait, for now. He’d take what he had on him and head towards the crime scene. Such is Saint Haddock, and such is the way of things. For now.

Eastside​

The instant Tom stepped foot out of the cab, his body regretted it and demanded to go back inside. Of course, on a night such as this, there would be a blanket of downpours on the unsuspecting city, rendering his abilities practically useless. While capable of holding himself in a fight, his reliability on his flames created a weakness that he loathed. Regardless, he adjusted his coat, sunk his head into his collar, and continued towards the dancing red and blue lights of police vehicles.

After passing the officers with a nod of greeting, and ducking under the yellow tape, Tom slid in easily and positioned himself next to one of his own: the detective, an aficionado of coffee, and a fellow member of Deo Velonte.

“Detective.”

“Lieutenant.”

“Situation?”

This earned a sigh. Long night for everyone, it seemed. “Not great. This man was seen in the local area, not that long ago. Looks like someone’s been busy.”

“That’s good,” Tom replied with a shake of his head, his damp hair persistent to be in front of his eyes.

“Good? How, may I ask, is that good?”

“Means that whoever, or whatever group, that did this can’t have gone too far. I need you to gather up our people—contact Hawthorn if you must—and get them patrolling Eastside. I want all eyes on suspicious activity. Occult activity. Do you understand?”

The detective gave a solemn nod. Satisfied, Tom backed out and strode towards the streets, eager to be out of the claustrophobic walls of the alley. He assumed the first course of action would be to ask the local pub about the victim's whereabouts and inquire about shadier locations (as if all of the city couldn't constitute as shady). He'd have to go undercover, without a doubt. Tom, stuck in his thoughts, spun around when he heard the detective shout after him.

“What about you? Where do you think you’re going?”

For the first time that day, Tom smiled, and he kept widening his smile until the grin twisted into an ominous sneer.

“I want to get a head start.”

And with that, he marked one of the longest nights of his life, as only in Saint Haddock can things manage to get worse, before they start to get worse.

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Sheet Reference

 

[Eldarkon]

Dante Wolfbane stepped out of his sleek black car, his eyes scanning the area with a cool detachment. The night was dark and chilly, but he barely felt the cold as he strode purposefully towards the entrance of the club. The sign above the door read "Club Lazarus" in glowing neon letters, and the sound of pulsing music spilled out onto the street. As he approached the entrance, Dante paused for a moment to take in his surroundings. He knew that he was being watched, but he paid the lurking shadows no mind. He was a creature of the night, and he had nothing to fear from the mortal world.

The club was a popular haunt for vampires and he could see several of his kind loitering outside, smoking and chatting in hushed tones. They all knew him by sight, and they gave him a respectful nod as he passed by. Dante stood outside the entrance, the neon lights casting an eerie glow on his pale face. He could hear the thumping bass of the music inside, and the buzz of excitement in the air. With a predatory smile, he stepped inside, the bouncer nodding him through with a hint of fear in his eyes. The interior of the club was a riot of sound and light, with strobe lights flashing and bodies gyrating on the dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and the unmistakable aroma of blood.

Moving through the crowd with the ease of a predator, Dante made his way to the bar, his eyes darting around the room as he went. He could sense the presence of other vampires, their thoughts and emotions like a faint hum in the back of his mind. He could feel the lust and desire emanating from the dancers, the fear and anxiety of those who sensed his presence, and the hunger and thirst of his fellow vampires lurking in the shadows. Dante's telepathic abilities were in overdrive, taking in the thoughts and emotions of the patrons around him. He smiled inwardly as he felt the thrill of the club's revelers, their desire and excitement coursing through his mind.

As he reached the bar, he caught the eye of the bartender and nodded curtly. The bartender, another vampire will long black hair and purple eyes, nodded back in recognition. Without a word, the bartender poured a glass of blood-red liquid and slid it across the bar to Dante. He knew that the Vampire Crime Boss was not one to be trifled with, and he was happy to provide him with the sustenance he needed. Dante raised the glass to his lips and drank deeply, savoring the rich and heady flavor of the blood. He could feel his strength returning with each sip, his senses sharpening and his instincts honing in on the world around him. With a smirk on his lips, Dante downed the last of his drink and pushed away from the bar. The night was young, and there was much to be done. He moved through the crowd once again, his presence like a shadow in the midst of the revelry. The night was his, and he intended to make the most of it.

Dante began making his way towards the heavily guarded VIP section of Club Lazarus, where Sabine, the club owner, was to be spending her evening with her sister, according to his intel. Dante always kept tabs on her whereabouts, and had wanted to establish a business relationship with her. Her club would provide him with a ample customer base for his illegal trafficking and provide him with further networking opportunities.

The bouncers at the entrance to the VIP section regarded Dante warily, their eyes scanning him up and down before reluctantly nodding their approval and allowing him through. As Dante passed through the thick velvet curtains that separated the VIP area from the rest of the club, he felt a palpable shift in the energy around him. The VIP section was bathed in a deep red light, casting everything in an otherworldly glow. The walls were lined with plush leather booths, where vampires of all shapes and sizes lounged, their eyes glittering in the darkness.

At the center of the section was a raised platform, where Sabine sat. Dante approached Sabine's table with a confident stride, his black suit jacket draped over his broad shoulders. Sipping her drink Sabine glared at him, her piercing crimson eyes sharp and assessing as Dante approached, and he could feel the weight of her gaze on him like a physical presence. Her pale skin was spotless, her latex dress accentuating her feminine features. She was a site to behold. He came to a stop in front of her and gave a small nod of greeting."Good evening Miss DeLormè" Dante said in a deep raspy tone. His accent was a mix of a Birmingham and Posh English accent. Throughout all the countries Dante had lived in and languages he spoke over the centuries, he always loved the class, authority, and grittiness of what English accents had to offer. "My name is Date Wolfbane. I believe we have some mutual acquaintances in the vampire underworld."

 

[Loxely]

Location // Club Lazarus

The sound of leaves and pebbles being crushed under the rhythmic pace of heels slipped through the silence of the night. A bolt of lightning danced along the shrouded sky, illuminated the silhouette of the seemingly alone woman. Shortly after, the roaring thunder shattered the silence. She continued without skipping a beat, almost a joyous stride. The umbrella resting against her gaunt shoulder having given it an enthusiastic twirl.

Another flash lit up the sky, once again casting a light over the woman but now, another figure approached a few yards away. She paused momentarily, averting her gaze to the company.

"Ms. deLorme'" The now apparent man drew closer. Rather bulky in figure but semi formally dressed. A maroon vest hugged over a black casual button down, that tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks.

"Varney." The woman cooed sweetly as a rather generous grin emerged along her lips, "Fancy meeting you out here."

A chuckle escaped him, now standing before her, the glimpse of pointed teeth exposed - similar to her own. "The Mistress requested I return you home."

Her shapely brows raised curiously, "Oh, The Mistress?" Playfully, she elongated the enunciation of the esteemed title with a transatlantic accent. "How could I have fallen into her favor?" Varney shook his head, attempting to hide his amusement of their banter. "Be a dear and..." Without the addition of her request, she looped a slender arm through his own. Leaning into the half hearted embrace as they strolled together, as if taking a walk through the park. "Is she as broody as ever?"

"I can not say, Miss." He responded rather cautiously, knowing well enough the consequences of speaking ill of Sabine.
"Oh boo, you're no fun, Varney." Pouting that plump bottom lip, resting her head against his bulky bicep.

Arriving at the haven, the music thumped loudly. Stragglers loitered outside and a line began to form near the entrance, a mix of vampires dressed to the nines and of humans adorned in dark attire, accented with chains, harnesses, and buckled boots. Varney overheard a disgruntled scoff flee from his escort. "The cattle have no class." She shot a glance at him, hoping to inspire a response out of him. He choose to remain silent, allowing her to spew her opinions. Upon entering the crowded entrance, her umbrella collapsed and was tossed at carelessly at one of the bouncers who scrambled to quickly snatch it.

The bass of the music rattled in the chest of all who was present, the lights setting a sense of euphoria as they sporadically strobed. Chatter was easily drowned out. They trekked through the crowd, still intertangled within one another's arms. Varney being a rather large wall in size compared to not only Lottie's frail physique, but to the vast majority of patrons. His build shielding her from drunk bystanders and flailing dancers. Stopping at a row of heavy velvet curtains, he reached over to pull them open, granting the girl entrance through the VIP section.

"Thank you, darling." Lottie's impeccable smile gleamed upwards to Varney, to which he returned the acknowledgement with a subtle nod and exited the room. As soon as he was gone, she sighed while rolling her eyes, "If only he had a sense of humor." She muttered under his breath. A tall man stood with his back towards her, clearly invested in the attention of Sabine. Lottie slipped passed him without a second thought, nor the slightest care, "You summoned me?". Tugging at the hem of her rather short dress, crossing one leg over another and bowed her head. A well practiced curtsy. Albeit being a spirited joke, it was full of grace. With that, she took a spot beside Sabine. A slender leg neatly lay over the other, while her posture remained upright with poise. Her chin titled upright to meet eyes the visitor, "Oh, you're rather charming to look at." Darting a glance to Sabine, a wicked grin curled her glistened lips, "Finally sought out a suitor, dear sister?"


interactions | Loomis Eldarkon

 

[SidTheSkid]

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[Location: Saint Haddock - East Side, Club Lazarus ]
[Currently: Snooping about]
[Mood: Attentive ]

Magnus MacVain sat deliberately slumped at the lively bar inside of Club Lazarus, surrounded by a small company of vampires who seemed to be desperately vying for his attention. The energetic expanse of the hotspot was thriving with the sound of chatter, blasting music, clinking beverages, and the thrill cheers of patrons; yet all of this had been drowned out in the man's mind as he listened to the pounding of heavy rain on the building and the windows that, it was as if the ongoing downpour was a physical manifestation of Magnus's own weariness, beating down on him relentlessly. Earlier that day, Magnus was preparing diligently for a conference with Sabine deLorme, the infamous vampire who proudly owned Club Lazarus. However, the meeting he was hoping for was proving to be a fruitless endeavor due to the elongated wait, and he found himself feeling more defeated than ever. Yet he couldn't blame her; the establishment she had was a vast and complex operation, and he had no experience as a business owner but the realization did little to quell his frustration. There was a good probability that he would have to rely on Sabine's sister, Charlotte, to help sway her sister's ideals. There was no doubt in his mind that Charlotte's influence would carry weight - after all, blood ties ran deep.

MacVain's migraine he was beginning to experience began gnawing at his brain, his thoughts acutely aware of the gravity of the solemn situation that was unfolding. The rising hostilities and criminal activity linked to vampires had attracted an ungodly amount of notoriety, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the "Deo Velonte" launched another one of their crusades to preserve humanity by hunting down, staking any vampire seen, and beheading any creature of the night they would come across. His reason for being here was clear, simply put, to try and quell this chaos before it spun out of control. The whole idea was a rather daunting one, but he had come prepared or so he hoped. Magnus nodded subtly to his trusty hiking bag, full to the brim with supplies, and leaning against his leg as he remained seated atop the bar stool. He understood that his proposition had to be something that could make a significant impact; anything less and he risked the safety of everyone in Saint Haddock.

Macvain let out a world-weary sigh as he raised his head from the counter and took a long swig from the ice-filled glass of whiskey in front of him. The bothersome men and women who were lurking nearby him were like vultures circling their prey, persistently trying to gain his attention with flattery and feigned friendship. Magnus saw through their blatant facade, recognizing their true intentions was to partake in some of his blood. Their behavior was akin to pesky solicitors knocking on his doorstep, which irked him greatly. Frustrated with their attempts to lure him in, he reached into his bag by his leg and retrieved a sizable blood bag from it, the plastic container was brimming with the crimson liquid they were very familiar with.

"Listen, i'm going to give you bunch this in exchange for you pissing off, deal? If not then you'll get nothing instead, up to all of you lot."

The contents were sloshing inside, and a chorus of eager eyes were brought upon splashing 'waves' of red in the bag. He could practically feel their desire pulsating in the air around him. Although his incensed outburst made those vampires regard him with an apparent mix of irritation and offense, their looks twisting with scowls as if he had insulted them somehow. It was a baffling moment, one that Magnus struggled to make sense of. After all, HE was the one being pestered for his blood, not the other way around! But as he watched with confusion, one of the women from the group sashayed forward in her black high heels, her sequined dress glittering in the dancing lights overhead. With a flick of her wrist, she snatched the blood bag from his hand, her chewing gum smacking obnoxiously in her mouth. Magnus could only watch in shock as she spit the gum into his whiskey glass before sauntering away with an added insult of "Prick." while the rest of the group followed closely behind her.

"WOW, REAL FUCKING CLASSY LADY! OH AND YOU'RE WELCOME BY THE WAY!"

Magnus's eyes angrily fixed at the back of the woman's head as she strutted away, the fleeting sound of her heels clicking against the marble flooring only adding to the drumming in his head. His frustration seemed to simmer beneath the surface as he directed his attention to the glass in front of him, where the gum floated like a tiny, unwelcome passenger or a sailboat stuck at sea. The sight alone made his nose wrinkle in disgust, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of defeated exhaustion as he brought his hands to the sides of his scruffy face. Abruptly his attention would become drawn to a mysterious man adorning a black suit as he approached the bar, their lofty stature and confident presence commanded attention, leading to Magnus displaying a look of uncertainty mixed with curiosity on his face upon viewing them, it was at this point he began surveying the man more in detail. The man's sleek, black suit jacket and his attire in general was perfectly tailored to his form, his hair, which was the same color, was impeccably styled and groomed with great care. It was obvious that he was not like the other patrons, there was an importance radiating from him that made him stand out like a noble among peasants.

Even the bartender, who had previously been indifferent to everyone's presence, suddenly became extraordinarily attentive and deferential, making and sliding a drink in front of the stranger without ever uttering a word. There was something off about him, he was here for a reason and it probably wasn't because he wanted to 'groove' with some EDM music. Magnus's eyes remained drawn to him, until their visage of the man became obscured with them almost effortlessly striding into the VIP section. Magnus made to keep mental note to keep an eye on him, if their status was as influential as it seemed maybe he could speak to him, it would be another person he could speak to, maybe they could also be willing to help Saint Haddock? Seeing an opportunity to possibly eavesdrop, Magnus scooped up his hiking bag next to him and made his way over near the entrance of the VIP section, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible even when he stood out like a sore thumb.

[ Mentions: Loxely , Eldarkon , Loomis ]

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[Loomis]

Sabine tilted her glass back and drained the rest of its contents in one large swallow, a small line of blood trickling down her face from the messy sip. Tipping her head back she felt the power from the blood course through her veins, blood was so intoxicating on its own she never cared to add anything to it…unlike her sister. With her head still tilted backwards, eyes closed, she raised the empty glass in the air as a signal to men guarding her booth.

“Mmm, thank you,” her voice rumbled into a purr as she watched one of the thrall’s come rushing in to exchange her drink. Just as the human was about to make her way out Sabine snatched her by the arm, “don’t rush off now, darling.” Her tone shifted to something more sinister as the Vampire rose to tower over the mortal.

Brushing the woman’s face with the back of her cold hand she studied the features, she was young, beautiful, a life full of potential and somehow she ended up here; in Hell. Sabine’s piercing red eyes reached into the depths of the humans mind, “don’t move, don’t fight…in fact; enjoy it.”

Sabine pulled the woman into her, wrapping her arms around her as she buried her fangs into the soft flesh of her neck. The woman moaned at the initial puncture of her skin and fell slightly into Sabine as waves of pleasure came over her. There was nothing quite like blood fresh from the vein, the feeling of their heart pounding in their chest, the rapid breathing. Sabine could feel the human becoming weaker with each pull she took from her neck and had to forcibly stop herself, the temptation to drink every last drop was so strong.

“Go,” she waved off the woman and sat back in her seat. It had been awhile since she let herself feed like that and she remembered why. Sabine had always been a little more…bloody lusty, if you will, compared to other Vampires. Which is why she strictly kept to drinking from glasses and not straight from the source, she couldn’t go around leaving a trail of bodies everywhere she went, at least not yet. Licking her lips she savored the taste of the woman one final time as she watched her prey slip away behind the velvet curtains.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, then the bar area and then the door. Still no sign of Lottie. An irritated expression flashed across her face, she should have been here by now. Punctuality was not one of Lottie’s strong suits despite Sabine always riding her ass about it. Tapping her long, darkly painted fingernails on the side of her glass she let out an exasperated sigh. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a man making advances towards her booth in particular. He was dressed a step better than everyone else in the club, his suit was clean, crisp, as was the rest of him.


"Good evening Miss DeLormè. My name is Dante Wolfbane. I believe we have some mutual acquaintances in the vampire underworld."

“Is that so?” She tilted her head up at him and cocked an eyebrow in interest. Sabine knew exactly who this man was, Dante Wolfbane, head honcho of Crimson Tears. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name, Sabine thought to herself as she sized the man up. She had been meaning to contact him, but she was actually very pleased he came to her first allowing her to have the upperhand.

"You summoned me?" Lottie slipped past Dante and took her place beside her sister. Sabine raised her arm over her head and snapped her fingers to get the attention of the men outside of the curtain. Immediately a thrall appeared at their table, a tray in hand with three drinks on them. Lottie’s was specially crafted for her extracurricular activities, a drink for Dante out of courtesy and of course the third for Sabine. "Finally sought out a suitor, dear sister?"

“Oh, Lottie, do behave yourself,” Sabine smirked at her sister's remark. The thought did cross her mind when she first saw him approach, but knowing who he was the idea faded. Mixing business and pleasure never ended well, but sometimes that's what made it fun.

“This is Dante Wolfbane and I believe he was about to make my night a little more interesting,” she returned her attention back to Dante, “isn’t that right?” a dark yet playful smile danced across her lips.

“Mistress,” The voice of one of the security guards called for her at the front of the VIP section. In his hand was the folder she instructed him to go fetch for her. Motioning him over the smile quickly dropping, her eyes darting to Lottie with a cooler intensity behind them.

“Looks like your night was already pretty interesting,” she snapped as she flipped open the manila folder. Pictures of a dead and mutilated body, notes, pictures of the law enforcement working the case flashed before Sabine’s eyes. She wasn’t one to scold her sister in front of others, but she knew Lottie would understand the look she was throwing her direction. Sabine wasn’t against hunting down humans, in her mind that’s what they were there for. But with the De Velonte hot on their heels she didn’t need dead bodies turning up left and right.

“Thought you might enjoy reading up on this.” Sabine dropped the folder on the couch as she took a sip from her cup, intensely staring at her sister.

Interactions: Loxely , Eldarkon​

 

[Eldarkon]

Dante grabbed a drink from a server, taking a sip as he watched the interaction between the DeLormè sisters. He couldn't help but feel intrigued by Sabine's dark yet playful demeanor. When Lottie made her entrance, he couldn't help but notice the way Sabine's expression changed. He wondered what their relationship was like, but knew better than to ask. Dante couldn't help but observe the dynamic between Sabine and Lottie, their sisterly banter laced with a hint of tension.

He knew better than to get involved in their personal matters, but he couldn't help but be intrigued by their relationship. When Sabine introduced him to Lottie, Dante gave a polite nod in Lottie's direction before turning his attention back to Sabine. Both of these women were extremely beautiful, but Dante knew he needed to remained focused. Beauty was a powerful tool, one that he was no stranger to using himself. He was slightly taken aback by her directness, but it only made him more interested in her. As Sabine turned her attention back to him, he met her dark smile with one of his own.

"Indeed, I was hoping to make your night a little more interesting," he replied smoothly, his telepathic abilities allowing him to sense the tension in the room. "Funny" Dante thought to himself "I can't read her mind. This night is going to be interesting indeed". This threw him off for a split second, but he quickly regained composure.

He was without guards or support and outside his territory. Although he could handle himself if things went south, showing weakness here could get him in trouble. "I was hoping to discuss a potential partnership between our organizations," Dante said smoothly, taking the drink from the thrall and raising it in a toast to Sabine. He took a sip, savoring the unique blend of flavors in the blood cocktail.

As Sabine's security guard interrupted their conversation, Dante watched as Sabine's demeanor shifted from playful to business-like in an instant. He leaned back in his seat, silently observing as Sabine reviewed the folder with a mix of interest and concern. Dante knew that this was not a topic for him to interfere in, so he kept quiet. Instead, he took another sip of his drink and observed quietly, waiting for the moment when he could make his move.

 

[thinking]

[tainn, elu]-[west side, homely lodge]-[interactions-open]

The temptation to suffocate her son under a pillow was almighty.

The boy had always been a wailing banshee, though tonight he spluttered violent nonsense at exertive amplification. He’d become the embodiment of pure rage as his tiny fists smacked at Elu, in such pointless and imaginary discomfort. Kitchi’s speech was obviously delayed; at three years old the boy should at least be able to give reason for this tantrum and at least convey basic understanding of yes and no. Each night he did this until he wore himself raw.

Having crouched down to his level now, she could not help but feel numb. His features were so plain, dull and ordinary. His hair was not even thick like hers but thin and greasy… One tone of mousey brown that was one shade darker due to being slick with the heat of temper. And his eyes showed no hint of brilliant amber like her own, instead they were small pits of nothing but a void of deep, regretful sadness. Too much sorrow for a three year old boy. Elu had now grown wearisome to it all, it was like he was terrified of her.

Still, Elu adored her son. He was hers and she was his: forever.

*​

An hour after the tantrum the boy had finally slipped into some state of sleep and Elu crept out of the bedroom and into the bathroom for a moment of privacy. It was obvious that these continuous months of turmoil had shattered her sense of hope. The bleary eyed woman held her gaze at the mirror’s reflection and even that did not want to respond. Elu’s usual glowing skin was sallow and pitted slightly, childcare was becoming too much on her physical health too… He had ripped through her and it was impossible to comprehend normality even in moments of peace. Little time for self care had caused curls in her hair to become dreary and roped together. She could not let the pack see her vulnerability. It wasn’t difficult being the Alpha, it was just maintaining the role that was tricky. With most of her pack consisting of men that had no time for a woman in power. Elu never ruled using fear or hate, but they had to be reminded of who was in charge every once in a while. It made her chuckle to remember that one time she used violence against a pack member. A drunkard dared challenge her position and it ended up with his tail being permanently torn from the base of his spine. Tomin Smithsen is now her best and the most trusting friend she could ever wish for. Those were the good times… Before Kitchi.

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As soon as the news of the latest murder hit the notification bar of her phone, did Elu’s stomach sink. To host a pack meeting was the most responsible thing she could do, so she called* Tailless Tomin to arrange to babysit Kitchi. Tomin only lived a mile up the woodland path but the roadway was about two and a half. She needn’t worry as she knew the roads would be dead at this time of morning, plus the thunderous weather that vomited out of the sky was working in her favour…

[*(modern technology was not Elu’s forte, but a basic call was easy enough to make].

 

[SidTheSkid]

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[Location: Saint Haddock - East Side, Club Lazarus ]
[Currently: Still being a Snoopy Lad.]
[Mood: Curious. ]

Magnus MacVain stood outside the VIP section of the Lazarus Club, his piercing blue eyes sourly affixed on the plush velvet curtain that separated this exclusive area from the rest of the club. His eagerness to follow the engimatic man inside was overwhelming, but he knew that he couldn't just simply barge in. Even as the leader of the Coven, such a move would be unbecoming and liable to attracting unwanted hostilities the security guards who servered as unmoving sentinels around the entrance to the VIP section, surveying it like vigilant hawks. He was well-versed in magic, but he knew that he was no match for the sheer numbers of vampires present. He needed to be tactful, to find some elusive way to see what lay beyond the bothersome curtain without arousing too much suspicion.

Perhaps it was fate that would had decided to smile upon him for once, as when he tried visually searched for alternative ways to enter the VIP area, Magnus MacVain's perceptive gaze caught sight of an enchanting woman that'd gained access into the establishment. She was a petite enchantress that was alluring to the eyes, with her long, straightened beach blonde hair that cascaded down her back like a shimmering waterfall; her white dress comfortably hugged her curves in all the right places, making her stand out from the banally dressed vampires that were ambling about the floor. The flaxen-colored fur shawl that was leisurely draped around her shoulders also caught his attention, it was a fashionable accessory and a bold statement to her status. The woman was being escorted through the public section of the Lazarus Club by a behemoth-sized bodyguard, who eclipsed over her like a soaring mountain. To say he was an imposing figure would've been an understatement, his bulging muscles practically threatened to burst out of his suit and were overall a symbolization of his immense strength.

Despite his intimidating presence, the lavish woman seemed completely at ease, her delicate head resting blissfully on one of his hulking biceps as they 'pushed' their way through the hordes of vampires. Magnus MacVain's heart must've skipped a beat as the woman's identity became unmistakable. He had heard vague rumors about how she looked, and if they were to be believed, then she was the spitting image of Charlotte DeLorme, Sabine's sister. Upon the two reaching the velvet curtain divider of the VIP section; the bodyguard simply pulled back on the material, creating a small gap just wide enough for Lottie to slip through. As she disappeared behind the barrier, the heavy fabric falling back into place like a veil. Miraculously the 'big lug' had mistakenly left a an ample space between the curtains and the wall, which was just big enough for Magnus to peer through from where he was standing.

"How thoughtful of you."

A self-confident smirk spread across Magnus MacVain's face as he was able to scan the luxurious surroundings of the VIP area. He watched in fascination as Charlotte DeLorme took a seat next to a woman who shared her likeness, but with subtle differences that made her stick out. A distinctly ravishing latex dress of a sophisticated design graced her form; their dark red lipstick also exuded a very carnal but very precarious vibe, the contrast in colors between her lips and the platinum blonde hair that radiated like a halo around her head, gave the impression of an angel of death, no doubt, this was definitely Sabine alright. It didn't take long for the sisters to become reaquainted and share a private booth with each other, before participating in a conversation with the man Magnus had seen earlier.

He strained his ears to listen what they were saying, but the blasting electronica music that filled the club drowned out their voices, he was too far away to understand them. However their expressions were able to be easily read. At first, the conversation looked to be quite pleasant, with smiles and laughter being exchanged freely. The thrall servant standing next to them was obediently handing drinks to each one, likely filled with blood. However pleasantries concluded swiftly once a security guard was beckoned over by Sabine, courtesly handing the lady a manila folder. She certainly wasted no time in openly glancing at its contents and rifling through them before bluntly casting it out in front of her onto the couch; Magnus's inquisitiveness had diverted to Charlotte, who was now on the receiving end of Sabine's contemptuous glare. Whatever was in that envelope had clearly changed the dynamic between the two sisters, and Magnus was itching to find out what.

[Mentions: Loomis , Loxely , Eldarkon ]

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[Loxely]

Lottie thoughtfully preened herself, combing through the long abundance of golden locks with edged digits. Her nails kept sharp due to personal preference and functionality, though it appeared some coagulated blood had formed under said nails and around the bed itself. When she took notice, she carefully adjusted her fingers to interlace with one another to hide the evidence from her rendezvous. As Sabine lightly scolded her, Lottie charmingly raised a shoulder to her cheek and batted her lengthy lashes - a well orchestrated doe eye expression of innocence towards her sister.

A tray of drinks appeared before her, eagerly she reached for her appointed glass and without hesitation took a refined sip. Letting out a rather soft sigh of relief, feeling the euphorically infused substances overwhelm her. Granted, upon her arrival she was already nurturing a small buzz but this only supplemented her further into inebriation. As the glass raised to her pouty lips, a momentary glimpse through a small partition in the curtains caught her attention. Her lids narrowing to an inquisitive squint as she assessed the man, a human, lurking just outside their den. The curl of her grin offered the peeking man a generous 'hello' of some sorts. Another swig was taken, indulging in it's capabilities to grasp her mentally and physically with such a high. But she was quickly disrupted by the words of Sabine and the 'plop' of a manila folder on the glass table before them.

Lowering her glass, she unfolded her legs and reached forward. Not bothering to collect the entirety of the report but rather take a quick skim over it. The photos of the remains of what appeared to be a man, was laying waste in a dark alley. Her pale blue eyes shot a side eyed glance to Dante, "No peeking." She teased, then dropped the folder closed and regained her previous position, but shifting legs. "Quite a shame..." Lottie uttered with feigned empathy, "It appears Paradise City just isn't paradise for everyone." Knowing well enough Sabine wasn't aloof to Lottie's little sprees, but weaponizing the fact that Sabine would never truly punish her for them. Averting her attention to the handsomely adorned company, "Speaking of shame. I'm curious, Mr. Wolfbane, was it? How you managed to just..." Gesturing with her free hand, pointer and index to demonstrate two walking legs, "...waltzed into my sister's domain and not even offering a respectful introduction of yourself." Nodding a hint at Sabine's ostentatious ring, that glimmered hues of ruby red on her finger, "How silly of me to assume you a proper gentleman." Letting a mischievous giggle exude from her as she enjoyed toying in Sabine's business endeavors, albeit not having any true interest in any of it. She only sought to reap the benefits.
Cutely shrugging it off, that nearly empty glass was raised again and she couldn't help but to meet eyes with the nosey human. "Oh my dear Sabine, you're quite desired this evening. It appears you're expecting more company?" Speaking in a rather alluring tone into the bottom of her drink, though her stare remained fixated on him. Yet a raised brow affixed her expression, just reveling in the inevitable scene to play out.

interactions | Loomis Eldarkon SidTheSkid

 

[Loomis]

Sabine inhaled sharply trying to contain her annoyance toward her sister's response. Why she expected the younger Vampire to take this more seriously is a mystery. Mentally side-baring the death to be discussed at a later time and hopefully with a sober Lottie, but the irritation still clung to Sabine’s mood.

"How silly of me to assume you a proper gentleman."

Sabine frowned slightly and fiddled with the large stone in between her fingers, her sister was right though. Dante did come charging in, no meeting set, nothing to show her and no gesture of respect in her own empire.

Now that Lottie had fully ruined Sabine’s playful mood she turned her vexation toward Dante. “Partnership?” Heavy disdain dripping from her tone. “Take a look around you, what do you see?” She pushed herself off the couch and walked towards the edge of the booth and gestured toward the buzzing scene before them.

“You see success.” Sabine answered for him, turning on her heels to face Dante; her eyes darkened as she looked down upon him. Raising her hand she snapped her fingers once again and like clockwork a security guard appeared by her side awaiting orders.

“Leave us,” she spat. The guard instantly made his way to the exit without question. “Stop,” he froze in place. “Come back to me,” like a diligent puppy he returned to her side.

Sabine’s eyes lingered on Dante for a moment letting a slight pause fall over them before turning her eyes to the tall man beside her. “Take out your gun.” Reaching into the waistband of his pants he revealed a pistol. “Place it to your head.” Silently the man raised the weapon to his temple.

“What you just witnessed is power,” Sabine kept her orbs on the security guard, a faint smile creeping up on her face. She brought her lips to the man’s ears and wrapped her arms around his waist before whispering to him, “Holster your weapon my dear and go fetch me something…pretty, I have a point to make.”

The vampire stood in silence, not breaking the eye contact she had locked into with Dante as she waited for her employee to return with what she asked for.


“Mistress,” The man reentered the privacy of the VIP section with a busty redhead, she seemed oblivious to the tension that was building in the exclusive space.

“Ohymygod, this is, like, s-s-so pretty in here.” Slurring over her words she looked around the VIP room, swaying a bit from her unbalanced inebriation.

“Come, join me,” Sabine cooed at the woman and reached out for her hand. The naive woman took the invitation and grabbed ahold of Sabine’s hand, too intoxicated to notice how cold the Vampire’s touch was. Taking her gaze off Dante she turned her now reddened eyes to the woman.

“Hold very still, don’t make a sound.” Her command seeped into the mind of the human with ease with the human inhibitions lowered due to the alcohol. Sabine snapped her fingers for a final time and opened her hand, a knife quickly placed into her clutches. Dragging the sharp blade vertically down the redheads wrist she watched as blood began pouring onto the floor.

“Let’s not waste this, boys!” Sabine shouted and within seconds two thralls appeared with large, empty blood bags and began collecting the thick amber liquid as it drained out of the woman. The color rapidly left the human’s face, on the verge of passing out but she didn’t flinch, not once. It was only a short time before the woman went limp in Sabine’s arms as the final ounces dripped out of her. The Vampire waited until it was confirmed the body was empty before letting the beauty fall to the cool marble floor of the club.

“And that is tangible power.” Sabine stepped over the deceased body and took a seat back on the couch but this time much closer to Dante. “I have all of that and more to offer you in a partnership and you can very clearly see that. You show up here, empty handed and expect to engage in a conversation of business?” She grabbed her drink from the table and took a large swig from the contents and tilted her head to the side once again.

“So tell me, Dante, what do you offer me?” She felt a release of some sort with the display she put on. The metallic scent still lingered in the air as her servants cleaned up the mess left behind.

“It appears you're expecting more company?"

Sitting up and whipping her head to the entrance she saw the curtain at the entrance was left slightly open and a human stood peering into their little show. Narrowing her eyes at the mortal she raised her hand and curled her index inward beckoning the mortal over. As the rugged blonde approached the three Vampire’s Sabine glared at the bag he was carrying.

“Empty the contents of the bag, now,” She pointed a sharp finger towards his personal baggage he dragged along with him. Sabine could see the body guards approaching but she motioned for them to hold off for the time being, she was curious as to why he was here.

Interaction: SidTheSkid , Loxely , Eldarkon​

 

[zlexis]

TW: violence, death​

Thomas Barrett​

Eastside
Outside of the local pub


Tom wanted to knock his head against the nearest wall.

The rain continued undeterred, soaking the inhabitants of Saint Haddock. And, subsequently, dousing the mood of the Lieutenant as he’d so far found no luck capturing information about the case. A forever frown sculpted on Tom’s features as he cursed the city and cursed every onlooker that witnessed his fit of rage. Like an ignition, a small flame flickered up Tom’s hair, then sputtered out just as quickly as it’d come, leaving behind a trail of steam.

He stood before the unremarkable pub, underneath the awning, its fluorescent sign flickering sporadically above, eager to display its own lack of maintenance. Yet the place could have been anywhere else, as nothing he'd gained was particularly useful. Either the people had no genuine thoughts about mysterious sightings in the area or were being suspiciously tight-lipped. He'd hoped the latter, as that would at least mean there was a lead to follow. Leaning against the wall next to the door, he crossed his arms and took an opportunity to think.

Call it a hunch. Call it common sense. Call it by any name, but Thomas knew that if there were to be bloodsuckers, they'd be here. The evil bastards were conniving at best, and he knew of their addiction to living on the edge--and in the limelight. The type of people to choose that darkness would be of the egotistical sort, and Eastside promised plenty of methods to showcase one's salacious appetite.

Tom frowned. Not this time of anger, but of frustration. Seventeen years as a dog to the Deo Velonte. They took him in, fed him, clothed him, and trained him, and now he stood proud and pious to their organization. He looked over his shoulder and peeked inside the bar. A woman with a low-cut dress flirted with a man about to fall from his stool in a drunken haze. Once the man teetered, and about spilled his drink, the two shared a laugh loud enough to burst through the rest of the denizens.

He spun his head away from the window. At that moment, he felt... lacking. It might have been the rain, but it was as if the fire within him wasn't burning as bright, and all that remained was a hollow coldness. However, all it took to regain his flame was to remember the man's body, his cuts, and the missing leg. The spark ignited, and he was whole.

He stole another glance but was shocked to see the two he'd watched before were now missing. His eyes scanned the room, from pool players smoking comically large cigars to people lounging in cozy seats, until there! He spotted them slinking out the back door, yet the scene was alarming. The woman held the man's wrist tight and forceful and was practically dragging the drunk until they both disappeared from sight.

Without a second thought, Tom turned and stalked around the side of the building, intent on seeing where the two were heading, and what the woman intended. While it may be possible they were two consenting adults making rash decisions, instincts told him otherwise. Around the back, and stepping into a dingy alleyway, Tom witnessed what he'd known from the start.

The man lay helpless in a heap, and the same woman from before had her teeth sunk into his neck. Her chestnut eyes rolled to the back of her head in unadulterated bliss, eyelashes fluttering, as the blood dribbled from her chin to the puddles in the cement. The man was pale, and he was still. From here, the rain could not reach them, but the white noise drowned out any other thought.

The Lieutenant did not care for the man, but instead, the woman now revealed to be a dirty bloodsucker, who spelled opportunity. And he intended to take.

He stalked forward and unsheathed his sword, and as he did, an inferno engulfed the metal, leaving a blazing trail of embers in his wake. Shaken from her stupor, the vampire leaped backward, dropping the man unceremoniously on the floor with a thunk. She hissed, flaunting her razer-like fangs. The leftovers from the man sputtered from her mouth.

"Back off, cur. It would be a chore to put you down." He brandished his sword, and the flames licked higher. She did not wait for him to make the first move. Like lightning, she was upon him, scratching at his face and neck. Blood splurted out from his cheek, but he ducked from under her grasp and drove his sword into her abdomen. It would be naive to think that'd be all it took to stop a vampire. She thrashed, screeching from the sudden pain, and once again tried to claw at the Lieutenant's flesh. The cuts burned like hot iron, but the Deo Velonte did not wince, as he'd been beaten down to be built back up again. He pushed with all his weight, further wedging the sword into the vampire, and expanded the inferno from her insides. The squealing was like a symphony. As the final encore, he withdrew his vial of holy water from his jacket and spotted the woman with the searing droplets in one swift motion.

Now they were both on the ground, and the Lieutenant shifted his weight so that he pinned her to the floor saturated with blood and run-off. He gripped his sword with two hands and listened to the bloodsucker breathe laboriously, eyes that were once delirious with bloodlust now staring off into nothingness. Tom's expression was passive. He leaned in close, until his lips barely grazed her ear, and spoke:

"Now, sweet beast, why don't you tell me where the others of your kind are?"

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Character Reference

 

[SidTheSkid]

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[Location: Saint Haddock - East Side, Club Lazarus ]
[Currently: Introducing himself to the group.]
[Mood: "Aw shit." ]

Magnus couldn't shake off the feeling that he had been caught, that Charlotte had seen him lurking and observing their private conversation. He nervoulsy held his breath, scarcely daring to move a muscle whilst she squinted in his direction. He was beginning to wonder if it was his imagination playing tricks on him but once Charlotte's befuddle expression transitioned to an entertained smile that's when he knew that the 'jig' was up, or so he thought, to his relief her toothy beam extinuished once she turned her attention back to her sister Sabine and re-engaged in the conversation all three of them were having. Magnus breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps he was still 'incognito' and he was just being paranoid, yet, what if she did spot him and had intentionally decided to keep his cover safe? The thought perplexed him, still, he decided to shake off the thought and resume his eavesdropping on the conversation, determined to gather any useful information that may come of it.

An intruiging event came into fruition like a surreal performance, Sabine had garnered the attention of the devote security guard closeby whom obediently nodded off in agreement to what she was saying. It felt as if it were though scripted skit at first, with the guard scurrying away and rushing back to her side. Yet the mirthfulness of the event changed drastically as the guard apathetically whipped out his loaded firearm from his waistband then placing it to the side of his head, hovering his pointer finger over the trigger, looking more than prepared to take his own life. Magnus was beginning to feel a sickness brewing in his stomach as he watched, appalled at the possibility of witnessing a suicide.

He struggled to comprehend with what was occuring; that tipsy female with fiery red strands of hair appeared to be Human, this notion arose to him by the preceding sight of the vampiric flock that was once with her, pestering the woman in the same way he was. As the blundering beauty was guided towards Sabine's booth, Magnus had to wonder what kind of connection she had with such a powerful vampire. Was she a friend, or maybe even a mindless pawn of Sabine's? As the two women finally came face to face, the redhead brought her hand to Sabine's, he could see the moment when her entire demeanor changed. A blank look overtook her facial features, and it was as if she had been completely hypnotized, a ghastly feeling clasped onto Magnus, he knew something was wrong.

To his dismay he had noticed the glint of steel as a dagger was produced, its blade shining menacingly in the darkness. He watched with reluctance as the weapon was handed over to Sabine by the same guard that had lured the innocent redhead into this deadly trap. In an instant, the blade was plunged into the drunken woman's arm, the sharp edge biting into her flesh. he blade was dragged down her forearm, leaving a deep, bloody gash in its wake. The hypnotized expression on her face was startling as it never wavered, even as blood poured from her wound and splattered onto the floor below and into the opened bags that Sabine's minions were collecting. Magnus felt his teeth clench together in dismay as he was overwhelmed by a sense of guilt from watching the life force of the innocent woman being drained away before his eyes. Unfortunately he knew that any attempt to intervene would be futile. The wound the redhead had suffered was surely fatal, the loss of blood far too great for her to survive even if rescued. He could do nothing but stand there in horror as her body grew limp and lifeless, becoming just another tragic victim to a vampire's bloodlust.

"No, no, no... Damn it.. Damn it!"

Just when things couldn't be worse off; Charlotte, the ever so astute observer, turned her attention towards him, her eyes fixed with a steely gaze that made him muscles tighten up. She must've also divulged his position as Sabine had repositioned herself on the couch, her leisurely posture shifting into a more alert one as she too would cast a glare beyond the curtain divider to where he was standin. The immediate finger curling inward in a beckoning gesture was clear indicator that she had spotted him and being that he really had no other choice than to comply, he would do so; Magnus could feel the weight of his hiking bag hanging heavily on his shoulder as he stepped into the VIP section, anxious at what this future interaction would bring.

"Ah, Sabine right? Well I gotta say you and your sister are looking quite ravishing on this rainy night, it's nice to see that the flatterin' rumors turned out to be true! Er, uh, right the bag. Yeah, don't worry about me carrying anything bad, your handsy doorman outside of the club made sure to feel up my 'stones' before taking away my revolver."

Magnus further complied with her order by emptying the contents of his hiking bag, that contained several bags of donated blood. The sloshy sound of the blood-filled bags hitting the floor echoed throughout the room, as well as the plastic slapping against the marbled floor. With that out of the way he tossed his hiking bag aside, its weight no longer a burden on his shoulders as took a single step forward, his attention now fixed on the three vampires ahead of him as he spoke, not only identifying the reason for why he was here but also who he was but not without first seizing a cigarette from his coat pocket, igniting the exposed tobacco at the end, and taking a long drag of it.

"Name's Magnus, Magnus MacVain; known to some as the leader of the Coven but i'm not one for putting myself on some pedestal. Apologizes for y'know, spying on you three but I promise that i'm not here to be a peepin' tom or whatever. I originally came here to discuss things with you Sabine, 'bout matters pertaining to your kind and my own in Saint Haddock; being that it's my 'duty' and all to try and keep things peaceful between everyone... It seems i'm doing quite the 'spectacular job' seein' how there's a woman's corpse on the floor."

[Mentions: Loomis , Loxely , Eldarkon ]

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[DarkKitsune]

SILVERMIST CEAROS
LOCATION: DOWNTOWN, SILVER’S POTIONS AND ODDITIES
INTERACTIONS : OPEN
In the dark underpass of Saint Haddock near a small book shop was a store that sold potions and other merchandise, maybe even rarer items if you knew what you were looking for and the consequences of obtaining them. Its keeper—Silvermist—was working on the upkeep of the small shop. She spent her time fixing up the shelves or dusting them off. After finishing that, she went on to sweep up the shop (with an actual broom and not the fake wooden on her back), just essentially cleaning it up, making it seem more presentable as it could be considering it’s location. After she finished cleaning it up, she checked out the three different sections she had in her shop. First was potions. She did a recount and restock where she noted how much of a potion she’d have left to sell to customers or restock what was sold out if she had or made notes of potions she needed to brew in order to restock them. After that, she moved on to the second section, which was for potion ingredients, similar process. She counted what was left, restocked what she could and made for when she needed to go out and retrieve more herbs or chemicals. The third section is merely filled with random items which could be useful or desired depending on the person she finished restocking the area before heading to her counter. She had a more personal stock filled with random items. If you knew enough about the item you were looking for along with the consequences of owning it, she could just sell it to you for the right price, though if you knew nothing, bets were off, she wouldn’t sell the item to you. She took off her wooden broom and set it next to her at the counter within her hand's reach should she need it, and kept an eye on matters regarding ‘Silver’s Potions and Oddities’.​

 

[Eldarkon]

Dante couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at Sabine's comment. "How silly of me to assume you a proper gentleman." Although Dante did have the reputation of being honorable and gentlemanly, tonight he did not particularly care about adhering to such societal norms.

He was here to do business, not to charm Sabine with flattery and empty gestures. As Sabine began to berate him for his lack of respect and preparation, Dante remained stoic, his expression betraying none of his thoughts. He knew that Sabine was a powerful vampire and he respected her for that, but he wasn't about to grovel at her feet like some lackey.

When Sabine ordered her security guard to leave and then commanded him to return and hold a gun to his own head, Dante couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. This was certainly an unusual way to make a point, but he had to admit, it was effective. Sabine had power, that much was clear. But as Sabine proceeded to murder an innocent woman and drain her blood for the sake of a demonstration, Dante felt a twinge of disgust.

This was not the kind of partnership he was looking for. He wasn't interested in aligning himself with someone who had no qualms about killing innocent people meaninglessly for their own gain. When Sabine turned to him and asked what he had to offer, Dante remained silent for a moment, weighing his options. He knew that he could walk away now and sever all ties with Sabine, or he could try to reason with her and see if there was any chance of working together.

"Quite an an amusing display Miss DeLormè" Dante chuckled. He needed to let Sabine know what his intentions were, and he wasn't playing around either. His stoic expression quickly turned to rage. His eyes glowed a deep red, and his fangs became enlarged. "I admit that you have power. But I have seen power that would put both of us to shame. Power that has left entire villages, even cities to flame, simply on a whim, without any hesitation. You don't scare me with these displays Miss DeLormè". His voice was booming and much deeper than before. He could feel the fear emanating from the other booths, and he reveled in it. Dante then placed his glass down on the table after gulping down the rest of his drink .

He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a sigh "I did not come here fight Miss DeLormè, nor to grovel at your feet. I submit to no power or will but my own. If you require something from me, you need only ask" Dante's voice was now calm and measured. "I offer you a different kind of power. The power of information, knowledge, resources, strategy and experience. I have eyes and ears in every shadowy corner of this city. I have built a vast empire, with many connections and resources" He then looked to Lottie, reading her mind. "You are both are also young for our kind. I have experience that could be valuable to you" He then let out a slight chuckle "After all, you need some help to cover up the bodies that you tend to leave behind, like tonight for example" Dante then gave Sabine a playful smile "Dealing with the Deo Volente would be tricky. You definitely would need help with that".

 

[Sepokku]

The city was restless, spirits whispering to each other as they struggled to acclimate to the death that was currently reverberating through the town. Dani frowned as she looked toward the sky. There was bloodlust in the air, and not just among the city's more ephemeral inhabitants. With a frown she turned her attention back to the Administrative Spirit that was in control of the traffic cameras in the area. It had been remarkably unhelpful so far.

"I just need to know who was in the area during the minutes leading up to the attack." Her umbrella did its best to ward off the rain, but the thunderous rainfall of the Gods soaked her all the same. Her hoodie was sopping wet, sticking to her skin like an uncomfortable layer of fur. The Administrator spirit was being frustratingly quiet, going so far as to reject all of her offerings, even the one to remove all the defacements that marred the spirit's otherwise pristine section of the city. If she had to guess, it was too pissed off about the murder to help her out. Spirits tended to get wonky when their areas of influence had fresh blood spilled.

The Spirit's multi-faceted gaze was its only response, several security cameras adjusting themselves to stare at her with tight-lipped silence.

"Fine! But when the slumdwellers start to move in because this part of the town isn't considered safe anymore, don't come crying to me!" With a huff she started walking away, unsure where exactly she should go next. The spirits must have had some sort of plan for her, as her phone vibrated at that moment, informing her that there was a meeting to be had at Lucky Dave's, the topic of discussion? Exactly what she had already been investigating. "Well... At least I'll get a little help now." Giving one last glare to the tight-lipped Administrator, she started the long walk that would take her to the Pack meeting.

 

[Loxely]

Marveled by the show of prowess that Sabine had exhibited. It certainly was not the first time Lottie had the pleasure to have witnessed it and it surely would not be the last. Yet, despite the numerous amounts of opportunities she had to view it first hand, she remained ever so cynically giddy. Something internally awoken to adoring such grotesque scenarios when she began her long walk down the path as a creature of the night. Her seemingly innocent features, opposing of Sabine's more angled and striking structure, were a façade to none wiser. Sabine may be lustfully intrigued with power, but Lottie, she was one misstep away from being considered a feral dog that needed to be put down. She was a glutton for violence. Seeing herself as far more superior than any mere mortal. Even those mutts, as she often referred to their occult counterparts, the werewolves. The scales remained out of balance with her loathing of anyone else but her own kin, as at least the humans brought her sustenance and could provide for her recreational needs. Perhaps the mutts could make for good pets... or a well placed rug. Regardless, she was a god damned Goddess and no one was worthy of her status, excluding her sister.

When Sabine took to her previous position on the velveted curved sofas, Lottie noted the intimidation tactic of breaking the comfortable personal distance between Dante and herself. Her spindly fingers poking a pointed digit at the wine glass for a pompous 'clap'. Tap. Tap. Tap. Her nail clinking against her now empty drink. Lottie joyously giggled with a subtle jig of her shoulders, "Well done, Sabine. You never fail to grace us with such a marvelous show." Craning her head back to peer at a patiently waiting servant, she extended a slender arm to hold her empty glass, a silent command for more of her specified drink of choice. "Oh dear, ha..." Feigning with her free hand to wipe away an imaginative tear of laughter, "...I believe this calls for another round. Veronica, won't you be a doll?" Without hesitation, the servant reached for the decanter from their personal bar cart and filled Lottie's glass. Mouthing the words, 'Thank you', with an appreciative grin. She wasted no time in enjoying it's splendor.

Though, now both brows raised as Sabine had acknowledged her sister's remarks about the eavesdropping human. Effectively taking action as to demanding he enter their domain. Those cold pale eyes of hers danced to every participant in their vicinity. Once again, her meddling was sure to bring more entertainment for the evening.

Initially the human began with flattery and nothing brought Lottie more pleasure than a well placed compliment, especially about her well groomed appearance. Teetering her glass away from her lips and lowering her chin in play of being bashful, "Such kind words from a man as... well, yourself." Now allowing herself another sip, eying Dante audaciously, "Perhaps you could learn some manners from him." Listening diligently to the man known as Magnus had to offer, she retorted, "I admire your boldness. Peeping, as you rebuked as something otherwise, on a very personal engagement. You fancy yourself a hobbyist of the sort?" Adjusting her posture, to lean further into the back of the sofa. Her legs still firmly clasped over one another, but her heel clad foot bounced to and fro. An evident sign that her sobriety was becoming unraveled whilst the infused blood of various substances now plagued her. It was a rather euphoric feeling that she consistently craved. "Duty? What say you of 'duty', Magnus darling. We've only just caught you invasively eavesdropping on two very lovely ladies and their company - perhaps even just moments before your drawls were to drop to your ankles and plaything in hand. Is that what you witches and warlocks deem as, 'duty'?" Ending her vexed rebuttal with a scoff, burrowing her face into her glass once more.

Adjusting her fixation to the now outspoken Dante, clearly not impressed with what Sabine had graciously demonstrated. Furrowing her brows at his look of disgust and shortly after sharing his experiences of a far superior power. No one was superior to Lottie and Sabine, she internally seethed. His demeanor shifting into something brooding and domineering. Lottie shuddered as his voice grew, not out of fear, but particularly out of annoyance. Chewing at her cheek with a fanged canine, she thoughtfully hid her irritability with yet another swig. Matter of business was where she made an attempt to draw an imaginative line as to not undermine Sabine's endeavors. She could only trust her sister to skillfully create a partnership or end the man where he sat. Lottie trusted in Sabine's crusade for power, she was the reason after all for their lavish lifestyle, she was the one to bring them to a rank of aristocracy in Saint Haddock, and she was the one who gifted little Lottie immortality. For that, Lottie's life was devout to her sister's, and Sabine's to Lottie.

But perhaps in this moment, her lapse in judgement could very well be blamed on the excessively consumed drugs. She spoke callously and out of turn, "It's not a matter of groveling or submission, Monsieur. Though, I would very much like to see you on your knees. It's the matter of the mockery you made of my sister. To come in here, spewing ideologies of a business venture, without first showing the respect to your potential partner. How is it my sister to feel equal in a partnership when you merely disregarded the basic ethics of business itself. You are in her sanction, abide by the rules of her sanction. Let alone, you sit here, proposing we deal with this 'Deo Volente', a group of fanatics with the only intent of exterminating our kind. You have the audacity to show disgust when we exterminate one of them." Gesturing with her glass at the redheaded cadaver, "Admittedly, your offer is promising, but we have clawed our way to the positions we hold now. We have stepped on many inferior to rise to the ranks of power we so tightly cling to. You, yourself, must have bared witness to the brutalities of our kinfolk, time and time again. Regardless of our youth in comparison, the same problem persists - The cattle." Now angling her her head to lock a stare with the man., "So my question to you is, what is your solution? Is it to show them the same mercy they have shown us? Or do you not care to see our kind thrive much longer?"

interactions | Loomis SidTheSkid Eldarkon

 

[Loomis]

The differences in the two sisters could not be more apparent than in this moment. Lottie’s giddy behavior was a stark contrast to the dark and violent aura that Sabine carried. As much as Sabine wanted to ignore her sister as punishment for stepping out of bounds earlier tonight she couldn’t help but exchange a coy smile at the compliment.

Sabine didn’t know what to expect to come tumbling out of the man's luggage, but blood bags were definitely not on her list. She felt her lips tingle at the site of the blood thrashing around inside the clear medical containers. There was something about this man, the Coven leader, that she liked. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he came offering bags on bags of blood or if the energy he exuded actually intrigued her.

“Charlotte,” Sabine narrowed her eyes at her sister's remarks towards Magnus, Lottie was obviously beginning to feel the effects of the laced concoction she was sipping on. Lottie knew better than to intervene in business conversations and she had done enough boundary pushing for one night. Usually she found Lottie’s little interjections amusing but tonight her patience was being pushed to its limits and she had no time for that sly mouth.

“Well, Magnus, you certainly know how to get a Vampire’s attention,” She laughed dryly, her eyes still staring at the little gifts splayed out on the floor. Her expression hardened slightly at the mention of the dead woman, who was now being removed from the scene.

“I’m self aware enough to know I can act…aggressively when someone tests my patience,” She cast a sideways glance at both Lottie and Dante, between the two of them she was growing more and more cross. But, she didn’t want her sour mood to scare off Magnus and his little goody bags. Sabine waved a pale arm to the cushions the three Vampires lounged on. “Please, take a seat. I’m interested in hearing more from you.” She lifted her eyebrows and shot a devilish smile in his direction.

“But first, I have to tend to my potential business with Mr. Wolfbane,” she flatly and rested her drink against her lips and stared at Dante while she mulled over her thoughts. She let him have his moment and share his opinions with the class, but she was not finding this enjoyable any longer.

“I suggest you watch your tone with me in my own domain, your little flex of dominance will not be tolerated.” Tossing back her cup and finishing the remainder of the dark liquid inside she set the glass down on the table in front of her sharply. Before she could utter her next thought Lottie was jumping back into the conversation. Sabine sat back, listening and grinding her teeth as the young vamp ranted in. While she didn’t disagree with her sister Sabine really didn’t want her popping in the conversation, it was not her place. Sabine could feel the anger rising in her once again and she knew she had to put her foot down before things got any worse.

“Enough,” her voice almost at a shout, she took a momentary pause to calm herself before continuing to address her sister, “while I appreciate your instinct to defend me, dear sister, it is not necessary.” Sabine stared down her tipsy companion. She was not one to dress her sister down in front of anyone, but if she didn’t take the bait and shut the fuck up the sisters were going to go head to head.

Sabine angled her body away from her sister and leaned more toward Dante, cutting Lottie out of the conversation physically.

“I am quite aware of both my young age and the fact that there are more powerful beings out there than myself. I don’t think I would be in the position I am in without having some amount of intelligence and awareness.” She was slightly annoyed that he would even bring those matters up, stating the obvious was unnecessary and a waste of her time.

“It seems my little ‘displays’ have struck a nerve with you, Mr. Wolfbane. I wasn’t expecting a crime boss to flinch at the sight of homicide, I thought that was part of the job description.” She cocked her head in an inquisitive manner at Dante. She couldn’t imagine he hadn’t had his fair share of bloodshed, justified or not, on his hands.

“Trust me if either of you are feeling remorse for that mortal, you should not. Anyone inside this club right now is not of pure heart nor intention and you are naive if you think so.” She directed the last statement to both Dante and Magnus. This club was only a safe haven for those who walked in the shadows of the night and a giant glowing light bulb to the insects of Saint Haddock. If a human knew about this bar their life was definitely not one of innocence.

“But, I am humble enough to acknowledge that our conversation rapidly turned in a direction I was not hoping for.” Sabine caught the attention of a lingering thrall and motioned for their drinks to be topped off.

Dante’s laugh seemed to melt some of the ice that Sabine had built up between the two of them as she relaxed her body a bit. “I do not wish to have any ill banter with my own kind either. The Deo Volente are a challenge I will admit, but I’m sure the two of us can devise a plan to handle them.” She grabbed both of their drinks, handing Dante his refreshed glass and raised her own towards him.

“I am open to hearing about the many different ways we can help each other.” Sabine smiled suggestively as their drinks clinked together.

Interactions: Eldarkon , Loxely , SidTheSkid​

 

[DarkKitsune]

SILVERMIST CEAROS
LOCATION: DOWNTOWN, SILVER’S POTIONS AND ODDITIES
INTERACTION: SweetRose

At the sound of the door opening Silvermist's grey and gold eyes moved to the women who had just entered her shop. Silvermist replies as she goes into her drewer to grab some. "Yes I am Silvermist owner and only worker at Silver's potion's and Oddities! Welcome." when the women made her request Silvermist replies going into one of the boxes behind the counter. "Yes I have wolfsbane. You know about the neurotoxins, aconitine and mesaconitine it produces right? Along with the knowledge you need to wear gloves when handling it. The stuff it produces absorbs right into the skin causing respirtory and cardiac issues among other health problems, along with how dangerous it is to werewolfs.” It was for these kinds of plants that Silvermist wore her leather gloves constantly for. She holds up the baggie "Not exactly a rare plant, however I'd at least want you to be aware of the harm it can cause. It's policy here: If the customer is unaware of the dangers of the item they are buying from me I won't sell it to them. I am not a ruthless merchant I do care for my customers safety. Though I only hammer that rule down with especially dangerous and rare items. Wolfsbane could probably be found elsewhere anyway. Just show you have gloves on you and the price is 10$" she explains​