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Souls Lost on Black Tides [WoD]

NovaPheonix

NovaPheonix

Drifting Writer
City of Devils Chapter 3: Souls Lost on Black Tides


Introduction Scene: Meeting at the Manor


@DARK7


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It is currently the 5th Day of In-game time, as well as midnight.


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Shark Feeders


The undead pirate Robbert Maxwell was captured following a botched museum break-in. Him and his crew were tranquilized by a sniper, armed with Fate Magic, who was tipped off to the plan thanks to the efforts of a Mastigos Spy within the pirate's crew. The conservative Mage Council came to the decision that the undead creature who they believed to be a vampire should be released to the primogen to be disciplined. Thus he would be escorted to the manner of the vampire named Orfeo. Meanwhile, Robbert's crew is currently in police custody...and the prisoner in the next cell over is a demon wearing human skin.


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Kuroshima Clinic


Naomi is a successful doctor, but this was not by coincidence. When the right time came, the vampire named Orfeo came to collect her along with her assistant. Her assistant was let out of the manner after her car was repaired, but the doctor was convinced to stay. She believed that in her own mind she wanted to stay, but in reality she had been manipulated by the cunning vampire. Now she waits in the manor, waiting for her destiny to truly come to be. She is a target of the demonic forces of the city, but she is also the property of a powerful vampire. For now, she is protected by him and his servants.


Her receptionist Marisa was also taken to the manor and was very shocked by all the events going on. Once her car was repaired, she headed off to Witch's Road to speak with her Mentor. The woman invited her to the Mage Council meeting where Robbert was sentenced, and afterwards nobody heard from her again.


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Kindled Soul


Xanthus is a mage with many issues. First of all, he is independent and not recognized by the mage council. Second, he is a detective struggling to find work, and worst of all...he has another demonic-self inside of his mind that toys with his morality. He also recently learned that his landlord was a demon after cooperating with the police on a case that saw him finding the leader of the demons chasing Naomi, who also happened to own his building. Gillian MacAlister, the demon in disguise, offered to Xanthus (who was in his altered persona at the time) that he would be rewarded if he could kill the woman that he was after in the manor of Orfeo. He decided of his own free will to take the job on, resisting the demon’s attempts to probe his mind and inspire fear in him. Thus, he now heads to the manor...guns in hand...still deciding if he will go through with the job or not.


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Blazing Claws/Hunters in Darkness


The Werewolf packs are starting to resurface after a time of crisis. Demons strategically attacked them and forced all the werewolf packs into a state of confusion and separation. The forsaken tribe called Hunters in Darkness was located in the subways of the city. Also around this time, the Pure pack-member known as Ignizko ventured into the city to find help while he was looking for his scattered pack. Ignizko found help with a local detective, but also started hunting a Forsaken in the police department. In the end, Ignizko was chased out of the city after transforming into a werewolf in the middle of the police station. This incident caused werewolf hunters to flock to the area and forced Ignizko to flee. Meanwhile, Ignizko's pack, The Blazing Claws were starting to locate each other and have congregated in the Wildlife preserve out on the edge of the city. Five members of the pack remain, and they must struggle to survive the dual threat of the Forsaken as well as the Demons who tormented them.


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Mage Council


The mage council in the city of black bay is a conservative group within the city of Black Bay. They are very protective of sleepers and operate within a church. They also own the local museum and asylum. After the trial involving Robbert, the group sent the Adamantine Arrow after the serial killer named Angel and swiftly captured her in a nighttime raid of her lab. The Arrow apprentice Anthony left to go shoot a movie out in the desert. With their recent meeting completed, they mostly remain dormant until another crisis comes to pass.
 
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Robbert Maxwell, aka 'Shark feeder' was rather annoyed at the situation he was in. He rethought the events over and over in his head. It was not the first time he raided a building so he had expected resistance but the powers of that one person who took him and his crew down so easily was not something he expected. He managed to talk his way out of his own death or re-death as it was by using the ignorance of his captures to his advantage. Because they thought he was one of these kindred that he would be given to their custody. He just had to play it cool for now, be the poor little orphan, try to worm himself in and see if he could try to manipulate who he can to his side. He had to rescue his crew as well. A man who does not care about his crew will soon find himself stabbed by them, but a man who cares for his crew would jump into hell and back for him. He looked up as the strange metal chariot that everyone now a days drive reached the manor. At least some things remained the same. The rich flaunt that wealth around, wealth made by the blood and sweat of men who deserve more then what there given but are too afraid to take it. It was rather sad the state of the world is now, back in his day men like him were a nation of there own that everyone feared. Where kings and queens offered up pardons for there crimes, cowed before them. A smile came to the pirate at the memory of the good old days. The gangs today are too divided to be as much as a threat. He had hoped to change that and still does.


But besides that there is something more he wants. He looked to his locket, the thing binding his soul to this world in more ways than one. The one treasure that was worth coming back for was still somewhere here and he would find it. Even if he had to face Oblivion to do it.
 
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Drip, drip, drip... the sound of droplets hit the city pavement, making a puddle in the cracks which only seemed to collect and swirl together with the reflection of a being within it. Whose shadow was this? They could hardly remember their name for a moment until Xanthus finally snapped out of this dissonance and realized he was standing there in the darkness of night along one of the alleyways, leaning up against it's wall with a cigarette lit between his lips. Smoke rose and his eyes peered toward the puddle between his legs. He could feel him, it was faint but the fine line between the boundary of who Eidolon was and Xanthus' existence were beginning to pull ever closer to one another. They were aware of each other now more than ever but there was no way to talk between the two at the current moment.


Flashes of memories passed him by with each rolling car whose headlights reflected off the water, bringing him back to the Police Station where his Werewolf employer went Berserk and caused destruction. He could still feel what the shrapnel of the destructive force felt like to be around the scene like that. Then came a more murky memory, hard to make out but he remembered his landlord, a constant pressure of fear and hatred burning in the building. A deal was what stuck to him the most, the one he made where he was to kill some girl -- but why? He didn't have the urge to kill anyone, was that primal sensation of wanting the life of another to perish for the sake of obtaining something, was that Eidolon?


The claws of doubt clutched at his shoulders with a weighted pressure that couldn't be put into words -- was he really going to go through with this? Why was there a need for it, just who was this girl anyway? What is that 'Naomi' that would warrant her death? One thing was for sure, Xanthus wanted answers and he had just finished smoking the cigarette between his lips so it was time to set out. The night air filled him with a sense of dread, having walked all the way to the edge of the city just to get to it's limits. That's where he had been resting against the wall, having a moment of weakness before this storm of conflict would arrive.


His pistol was removed from it's holster whilst he walked outside of the city and into the forested area, passing trees as tall as buildings by while popping open the ammunition slot for the weapon. The holster itself carried 16 regular bullets for necessity and there were 8 shadow bullets kept safely inside. These were unlike any other ammunition he had ever seen before but they were even more effective for handling the supernatural. He almost didn't want to use them, it felt like the obsidian black they were colored was an omen yet he loaded the clip up still with 4 shadow bullets and 8 regular bullets. leaving him half his ammunition in the holster just in case he needed more.


His eyes looked up from the weapon and the holster, finally setting themselves upon an extravagant mansion. For what purpose was it this far away from the city for? Despite wanting to know, he couldn't help but feel apprehension lingering inside of him, was it for the anticipation of what was to come? Was he afraid -- yes. Was he going to turn back home to his office where it was safe for him -- no. He knew that if he wanted answers, this was the place to find them -- for better or for worse. For all he knew, this could be his last night on the planet and it almost made him feel empty. A pressure made him continue walking though, it was a strangling feeling around his heart, like one could experience with guilt. He wasn't sure what it was but he had a guess, was Eidolon trying to push him into this?


"I pray you're right about this... for the both of us. Remember, if its game over for me, it will be for you as well." Likely words that Eidolon wouldn't have cared about hearing anyway but it didn't hurt to give him some sense of warning in case he actually could hear them, right? Xanthus holstered his weapon back inside of his coat jacket to conceal it and as he reached the front of the Mansion, he took a slow breath. Reaching his gloved right hand out he brought it to the door and knocked thrice upon it -- each time it felt like time slowed down and made it so much longer for him than it really was. It was his nerves getting to him.
 
Robbert eyes darted to the rain starting to hit the window, He looked out and his sailors instincts kicked in judging if the storm was a threat or not to his ship and crew. Seeing that it was nothing he ignored it while people outside ran in hiding from the sprinkle of water. Had this been a real storm they would be dead in the salt waters. He actually missed the feel of spray on his skin as he and his crew held on for dear life to their vessel, being battered around. The chance of losing the main mast or treading water. He wondered if people nowadays even used ships, he had been alive for a matter of speaking for about a week and he was met with metal replacing wood, strange flying ships that hover overhead. No one seems to even use the sea other then ways to be lazy. What once had hard working men, repairing hauls or caring cargo now has hundreds if not thousands of people just laying in the sun while children play in the water.


His thoughts were cut off as he and the coach driver pulled up to the manor. He was now in the care of one of that man David's driver who had a purple and gold suit that looked odd compared to his real clothes, even if its his clothes were hundreds of years old they had a weight to them that felt real. The man opened the door and Robbert was let out of the portable prison. He saw another man at the door already and raised an eyebrow. "Seems this Mr. Orfeo is quite popular tonight." He walked ahead not caring if the driver followed or not.
 
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The rusted heavy iron gates tilted open and allowed David's coach to clatter towards the door. Old lamps lit the grounds, flickering on and off in disrepair. Winding down a long driveway, the coach would pass by large statues that resembled stone dragons watching stalwart over the manor. When the coach stopped, the driver helped him out unto the wet cobblestones and ushered him toward the door in almost a threatening way. The man was wearing a hat that was adorned with the golden symbol of an eye within a pyramid and he made his way to the large double doors. He made a few grunts at the centuries old body that still somehow stumbled forward toward his destiny.


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Xanthus, having knocked on the large doors, could do nothing but wait. There was a noticeable delay before anything happened, and the door still stood shut in the night. After a minute or two, the mage would hear the sound of a coach approaching down the driveway that he had just walked up. That would explain why it was open. Xanthus somehow managed to get in while the manor's lord was expecting other guests, and they didn't bother to close the old gate. It was rather tiring, being forced to wait for someone to answer the door so that he could proceed with his destiny.


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The man in the suit held Robbert by the arm and carried him towards the door in a bit of a rush. He looked over towards the other man who wore a black long coat and jacket and asked him in a hurried tone "Excuse me, do you work here? I'm looking to bring this man inside. We called ahead." Xanthus looked professional enough to the driver who had no knowledge of Orfeo's staff to confuse him for a doorman. It was a dark, wet night, and this man looked like he had lost all the patience that was needed to escort the former pirate to his determined destiny.


[@Trickster Queen]
 
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Silence washed over the air aside from the sound of faint water drops hitting the pavement of the steps at the front of the building. His coat kept him safe and dry but his hair was utterly soaked through, showing just how long he had been left in the rain before having begun his walk towards the location. His blue eyes shifted directions from the door onto a duo that seemed to be drawing near, he wasn't aware as to why there had come here on this night in particular but they seemed to be here on some kind of pre-notice arrangement. Xanthus began to register thousands of ways to respond to them when the question had been peaked as to if he worked at the building or not, he could go with the obvious route of Eidolon wanting him to just lie and get things over with but Xanthus felt that transparency was required this time around -- not that it normally was in most cases.


"I'm afraid I do not work here and you've been caught out in the wet night as I have, there seems to be no one here to greet any of us three -- at least presently awake. Can you really fault them? It is Midnight after-all." With that out of the way Xanthus looked between the man and Robbert, assessing their appearances and just who they were in some form. He wasn't too sure offhandedly as to what brought them here this night but considering just where they were, it was not impossible to imagine that it might have something to do with the girl or the residents that currently occupied the building. "For all intents and purposes, you can call me X, the pleasure is all mine... hopefully someone will come to greet us and let us inside soon but I wouldn't hold my breath on that."
 
Robbert looked at the who called himself X, wow and he thought calling himself Shark Feeder was pretentious. "Knowing the rich and powerful, he might just be keeping us waiting to show how important he is." Robbert said, not minding the cold rain that pelted his pale skin. He stood there, quite fine with it actually. This was almost how he would want to meet this powerful man that he was being sent to be dealt with. As a seafaring man, his olden style clothes dripping with what nature could throw at him. The only downside was the man who was meant to keep him on a leash. He moved and lightly put a finger on his shoulder to get attention and looking into the man's Hazel eyes with his own asked. "Are you sure you got everything? I'm sure there was some papers you meant to go bring Orfeo." He said planting the idea into the man's head that there might be something he had forgotten. He looked around the manor, maybe worse comes to worse he could find a way to break into the building.
 
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David's driver let go of the pirate's hand as the distraction started to creep into his mind. He gave a quizzical look back towards the coach, the horses neighing in discomfort as the rain picked up a bit. He took a step or two towards the vehicle, his steps rippling in the puddles that formed along the ground. The man wore polished black shoes that were quickly becoming soaking wet along with his suit and circular hat that beared the golden symbol of an eye within a triangle. He turned his head fully away from Robbert for a few seconds while moving his long wet brown hair out of his eyes, but even a few seconds was enough time that the slippery criminal might be able to use to slide away. The obvious option was moving towards the door that was underneath the second floor balcony. This would bring him closer to the man who called himself X. Perhaps he could even make a run for the eastern or western walls that were lined with windows. The gate was shut now via what seemed like an electronically automated process, so escaping via the front entrance would be more risky. The rusted gates did make a rather harsh squeal as they started to creak shut, effectively trapping the visitors within the manor's grounds. "Well, I don't believe I've left anything...I suppose we will wait for the master of the manor with you then, Mr...X." He stated the man's moniker rather awkwardly. The driver started to very slowly turn back towards Robbert in the steadily increasing downpour. He was eager to get underneath the balcony where there would be some cover. He was suspicious of the mysterious man, but escorting the criminal was his current priority.


@Trickster Queen @Xistund
 
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The heavy rain beat against the window to her room, making a loud but altogether pleasant noise. It was a welcome change from the noisy cars and birds that usually occupied her ears while she tried to study. Her own music was still on, as it usually was when she was studying. From the outside of the mansion she was within, her room on the third floor was one of the few with the lights still on. The staff had stopped telling her go to sleep on time years ago; they weren't actually responsible for her anyways. They just cared about her parents. The ones with the money...Until they came home, she could stay up as late as she pleased. The only catch was they they were both surgeons; and they were never home.


Saede sighed, her gaze turning back from the window to her notes. She was getting distracted again. Studying just wasn't her thing.. The girl briefly checked the clock - Finding that it was slightly past midnight. So.. That meant she was studying for.. Ten minutes now. Why did it have to be so boring? Allowing her head to fall back onto the pillow of her king size bed, she manages to mentally convince herself of the importance of the studying. It was the final test for her first year in business school. It was by far the most important one, weighing in at 70% of her grade. Having almost failed the midterm, things weren't looking too good for her either. She had managed to cheat her way through most of the end of highschool to maintain her good marks, but if she was caught here.. Then she would be expelled. It wasn't a risk she wanted to take, but it was certainly considered at one point or another. Of all the things that could have disappeared with the incident, why did it have to be her damn intellect? She halfheartedly raised the notes above her head, reading them for a couple minutes; though her arms soon grew tired, and she was forced to readjust her position. Sitting, lying on her side, her stomach.. By the first hour, she had probably cycled through more poses than pages.


Saede was nineteen, and the lucky child of Trevor and Reina Lare. She had been born into riches, with good looks and naturally strong social skills. The girl always carried herself with an amazing sense of grace, one which most people could only hope to achieve. She bore wavy blonde hair that cascaded down just past her shoulder-blades, accompanied by sharp brown eyes and what she liked to think was a hell of a good looking physique. She was medium height, but also lithe; And very weak. She couldn't do twenty push-ups to save her life. From birth she was very intelligent too - But that went away with the incident. In fact, so had her memory; which was more annoying now than the world-ending catastrophe everyone made it out to be. ..If she lost her memory, she also lost her intelligence. It made sense to her. Both were in the brain.. Or something. To make up for it, she often resorted to less honest ways, which she assumed were fine as long as nobody was getting hurt. In fact, she was preventing people from getting hurt. People being herself, of course.


Her music ended. Hell, wasn't that playlist two and a half hours long? Checking the clock again, it was almost three in the morning. While she would just love to study some more, she was more likely to kill herself at this point than turn to the next page. Stretching her arms up, Saede placed her pencil on the page she was at to bookmark her notes until she next decided to open her book. It was about time she slept anyways.. Classes were still a thing for a few more days. They weren't learning stuff anymore at this point, but seeing people was nice anyways. ..Plus, there was this weird aura around the school she had been picking up on in the last few days. Nobody else could seem to feel it, and when she asked the guy beside her he only rolled his eyes. It felt.. Wrong somehow, though she couldn't place why. It distracted her during lessons, and occupied her thoughts afterwards.. It had only started about half a week ago, and she vowed to find out what it was before the end of the year. Saede snapped her finger, the lights in the room turning off as she lay down to finally go to sleep...


*Mansion is not a location that has been included in the story thus far

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Robbert smiled a bit as his guard walked away, now all he needed was something to do while the man was distracted. He looked up a bit seeing a second floor patio while stroking his beard in thought. "Well if the door does not work, try the window." He said as he rushed off while the driver was distracted. He started to climb on from the lower windows up to the exterior window shutters for support, trying to keep balance as the metal started to sway under his feet. He flashed back to when he had to climb and walk down the mast to tie the sails down in a storm, the wind threatening to blow him off his ship, only a bit of warn rope that may snap off if he was unlucky. He held on to a knife in his mouth in case it was too late and he had to cut the sails instead of having them drag him and his crew to there death. He desperately grabbed the sails trying to pull them in as the waves bounced him around. Flashing to the present day he moved up the shutter and started to pull himself up onto the second floor. Using the brickwork grooves to scale the building, the rough brickwork digging into his skin.


Robbert climbed up, using his death sight to find weakness in the rocks for finger holds. Once he was high enough he managed to grab on to a bit of the railing of the second floor. "Ok almost up there, just a bit more."
 
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Yuzuki was busy walking along the streets.. having nothing better to do really. Today was one of the rare nights that she had yet to perform... it was so terribly dull living the life of, one that was... normal. How had she thought the life before she knew about... anything was rich and filled with excitement? Oh right, she hadn't. Before she took up her gun in the name of performing, life only seemed half real... SHE had only been half real. But now... she could thrive. She was herself now... the her she was always meant to be... she supposed she had Lucifer to thank for that... go figure.


Remind me why you're going to see your father? The voice in her head asked... well, not asked per se. It was more of a feeling of a combination of emotions... and she just sort of auto translated that into something she could understand. as she advanced in the direction of the police station. This was something she did on a slight occasion, whenever boredom took her. It was fun to see the man who gave birth to her and, more importantly, taught her the art that was the gun. This was rarer than usual... usually she also had to attend some gallery or some such for her artwork.


"You got a better idea on how to spend the day?" The woman asked back... truthfully, there was nothing she could do at this time. She had a half finished painting at home but she felt like getting out... and that meant she was, indeed, at the cusp of boredom. She made her way to the police station, asking to see her father. She remembered the first time she came here, albeit briefly... she was but a little girl, and he was a captain. Twenty years later...


She entered the room belonging to the chief of police. "Evening, Daddy." She says, walking forward to hug him. "How was your day? busy day at work?"




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Xanthus lowered his glasses from off his face at the mere sight of one of the two men beginning to scale the side of the building, what could be more preposterous than this? Well it definitely served as a form of entertainment while he was stuck standing in front of the building's main door but it wasn't the action itself that had his eyes fixated or so concentrated and focused as they had been. He was analyzing both the men in front of him within a matter of seconds. There was no telling the kind of secrets contained by them and the mere idea of it all had Xanthus intrigued and eager to peer into just what it was about the duo that made them such eye-catchers.

Firstly what came off as odd was how the man scaling the building was even capable of moving the way he was, he didn't need his eyes to know that there was something special about this individual in particular. The way he moved and scaled, it was almost too perfect, too fluently done, as if he had experienced something similar before. What also came off as odd was how the man was so excited moments before his ascent, his eyes showed that to him -- there was nothing that could hide that from him... from what Xanthus could see.

Such words were not the case for the distracted escort though, this man out of the two had a level of mystery to him that couldn't even begin to be ascertained. He was not natural and Xanthus' inability to get a read on him made that all the more factual by the second - it was as if the rain itself was masking his very being. Who or what was this escort? It begged further investigation but that was something that'd have to be found out about later. His eyes needed to rest and their own inner secrets needed to be concealed again, raising his glasses back up to bring a level of safety in obscurity.

Movement was suspicious, even if it was subtle or something drastic like the first man's own. If Xanthus wanted to get inside the building, he needn't go to such measures to get in and wouldn't want to have his image besmirched by the act of 'breaking and entering'. He had an appearance to keep and a reason for arriving here this day and that was just what he aimed to keep. His hands slid into the pockets of his long black trench coat, feeling the cool embrace of the slightly damp fabric against his finger tips. His attention shifting onto the Driver a few moments longer before back onto the scaling man.

"Is he supposed to be doing that? I mean... we could have just waited for someone to answer the door, I presume you've some means of restraining such behavior? At present, I'd much rather wait here until someone comes to let us in but by all means, don't let me stop him from appearing as some rather outlandish thief in our modern time. If I didn't know any better I'd call that man an adventurer with the way he moves, perhaps a rock-climber of some sort?"

Cheeky is something you could call him in that moment, he wasn't always such a talker but when he was he wasn't someone who let a moment slip by him to prod at a situation for more information -- or for results. This man now secured on the building, was he not the Driver's responsibility? Xanthus was curious to see the man's reaction as the epiphany that he'd been bamboozled into a situation where he was distracted long enough not to stop such a thing from occurring thus far. Would he act out now and try to prevent the man from entering and tarnishing their appearances of a simple escorting or remained phased and baffled long enough to let the swashbuckling knife wielder do as he pleased? A conundrum of proportions that even Xanthus had to see for himself, who else could see this for what is was? To Xanthus... he was the only one watching - as far as he knew.
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  • The driver's head turned slightly quicker as he heard Robbert's voice start to trail away from him. His body followed suit, wheeling around rapidly as the pirate was making his way up the wall. He shouted towards him in the pouring rain. The words that he spoke were silent to all those present, muffled by the rain, or so it seemed. If anything, it might sound like a harsh unintelligible whispering. He muttered under his breath, directing his intent towards the climbing man as he attempted to place a hex upon him. The driver stood there, almost motionless while he silently spoke and focused. He paid no attention to the cheeky man who was questioning his position. He would deal with him later, but for now he concentrated on Robbert, his gaze figuratively stabbing into his back so as to alter his fate. The horses let out a troubled neigh, growing wet and irritated...stomping into the ground.


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Robbert was almost ready to climb up but then he felt his body getting sluggish on him. He had no idea what was going on, he had not felt this off since that woman drugged him and his crew. Was that insane woman back? That 'angel'...was she messing with him? Is this some revenge for trying to sell her out for his freedom? Robbert gritted his teeth trying to fight though the feeling, he just needed to jump up and he would be over the railing. He tried to get over it but his feet would not move like they should and he slipped, falling down. He tried to grasp the railing to stop himself but only got to touch it with his middle finger before in slipped out of his grasp and he fell. The pirate was surprisingly clam about the fall, it was not like he was going to feel pain from the fall, and what's the worst that can happen? Death, been there done that, came back.
 
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He awoke from his sleep with a start, shirtless covered in a cold sheen of sweat panting heavily looking around the room sporadically before burying his face in his hands. Damn, it had been along time since that had happened...a really long time. Every once in a while after his accident Lupus would have the same nightmare, unchanging for the first moments. He would be running around happily as a teenager again, enjoying life as the wind rushed through his hair then BAM! He would get hit by that damn car again and wake up in a cold sweat. Ugh...he could already feel the pain throb along his hip and leg as he thought about the accident. He vaguely remembered the sound of his own bones crunching, not even able to scream from the sheer shock of getting hit. That was a pretty shitty time in life, but without that incident he wouldn’t know half the things he did today. He removed his hands away from his face, using them to prop himself up as he leaned back a little in his bed.


“Ugh, this is annoying... screw dreams...” Lupus mumbled to himself, a bit pissed that his sleep was interrupted by that stupid night terror, the workplace had been busy today about some crap that had happened recently at the police station, he would have to ask more about that tomorrow. His familiar, a small dog named Oliver, sensing his companion's discomfort, climbs over the covers toward him gently nudging his stomach with his nose. Lupus couldn’t help but smile at the dog's attempts to find out what was wrong. “Tsk, Look at you, you little rascal.” Lupus said ruffling the top of the dog's head playfully as he chuckled. Oliver was quite a weird occurrence, he sort of just showed up one day and started to follow Lupus around of no particular reason. “Ugh let's just stretch a bit, shall we?” Lupus said grinding at the dog as he swung his legs over the bed.


He reached for his cane using it to help himself stand up from the bed, Lupus wouldn’t usually use the cane for such short distances like moving around the small apartment too much, but sometimes did so at out of habit. Plus, he just woke up from a night terror, he didn’t really trust himself limping around so fast after waking up like that. Long ago he despised the idea of a cane, seeing it as a declaration to his disability but he eventually came to enjoy the idea and even grow fond of this object. It didn’t hurt to have another blade around just in case, Lupus thought, smiling at the head of the cane which was a wolf's head. A nice accessory given his code name in his organization. All that was connected to his damn blood, Lupus thought wryly as he made his way toward one of the two windows in the apartment, picking up his butterfly knife as he went. It wasn’t the best place to stay but it was still good here on the east side. Lupus thought to himself as Oliver hopped down from the bed and trotted toward him happily.


Lupus just stared out the window, his mind wandering a bit as he mindlessly flicked out the butterfly knife over and over again, finding comfort in the blade being in his hand. What should he be out on the watch for? He knew there was a Werewolf tribe around this city but he would have to look, not to mention he might need to find backup. Though Lupus was wolf blooded that didn’t really secure his safety. Sure, he had a few blades and tricks up his sleeve but he wasn’t really a huge fighter, falling back more on talking out the problems instead of killing unlike most other hunters. Lupus sighed and continued to look out in the rain smiling a bit, enjoying the small patting sounds at the rain droplets hit his window. Perhaps this was too much to think of right now. Either way the best thing he could do right now was perhaps look for information or the tribe itself. Perhaps he should pay a visit to the other hunter int he city, Suzuki was it? The Thules wanted him to gather more information of the Lucifages, but in reality Lupus was more interested in the hunter herself. He had heard some things around the office nothing really important of special but it seemed the Huntress was bit popular here. Lupus smiled to himself a bit excited, it would be a bit of fun actually trying to get to know another hunter, especially from a different organization form his own. He just hoped she wasn’t like some evil types of hunters he had heard of, meaningless killing for sport, i mean sure there are dangerous creatures out there that meant harm but some are peaceful without a doubt.


Lupus’ thoughts were disturbed when Oliver bit his pajama pants and tugged in the direction of the bed. “Alright, alright. I’m coming I’m coming...” Lupus said as he made his way back toward the bed putting down his butterfly knife back down on his night stand with one last twirl, though he hadn’t met many friends per say, just a few job acquaintances, it was nice to have the dog around to keep him company being the social animal he was. He Put his cane aside and picked up Oliver and brought him close to him as he slept. “Alright, round 2, here we come.” Lupus yawned as he tried to go back to sleep.

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Once more something was picked up by his eyes, a feeling coursing through his mind yet before he could hone out just what to do about it, things had already advanced in a matter of moments with the man on the side of the building beginning to fall off the side. Despite having attempting to catch himself, the man wasn't able to maintain the grip for more than a split second but that's all that Xanthus needed. With the rain falling like glass in a matter of slow moments, the blue haired man had shed off the dark cloak of his trench coat, leaving it to slowly begin it's descent to the ground while in a crouched position Xanthus dashed towards the side of the building. He didn't know of this man's story but he knew a fall from that height could do a decent amount of pain onto anyone and he wasn't about to stand there and do nothing!


Have you ever felt like time was slow when you were in a moment of desperation or an act of adrenaline? That's what it felt to Xanthus, the whole thing felt taxing, like even moving his body was like running through the water of a pool but that didn't stop him from pressing onward. His shoes clad with slight dashes of the dirt, dampened by the rainfall to cling onto him while his hair drenched danced with the motion of his movement. His breathe was held throughout his movement, as though a single breath could slow him, but as he drew near, he was just close enough to where he could part his hands outward in front of him.


WHAM! The impact of catching a full blown body in it's descent was harsh on the arms but Xanthus didn't falter, instead he kept running a little after having caught Robbert until he met with the pavement. His shoes slicked against it's surface and slipped him up, causing him to fall on his rear with the other landing safely beside him. He released the hold of his arms so that Robbert could sit up and realize no injury had befell him and that the harsh impact of the ground never came to fruition. Xanthus on the other hand was groaning and rubbing his bottom from the drop he had onto the pavement, at least he helped another person -- kind of made him feel a bit better about himself but with the coat now off his body, his clothes were getting pattered with droplets and he had to rise back onto his feet and attempt to trudge back to the coat in the hopes he wouldn't be drenched in a matter of moments.


He didn't return back to the spot he had been at right away though, he had offered a hand over to Robbert to attempt at helping the man to stand. Should he take it, Xanthus would put his strength into helping the other onto his feet but even if he denied the help, Xanthus wouldn't mind. It wasn't like the other man knew him anyway -- why should he want to be thankful or feel obligated to? His mind pulsed with pain though and he knew what was expected of him, but he didn't say anything yet - he didn't want to.
 
"Now see here, what are you-" The Driver saw Xanthus dive to catch the prisoner that he was escorting and rescue him from the fall that was written into his destiny by the curse. That man destroyed the destiny that the driver had plotted, breaking it to pieces. This caused his confusion and suspiciousness of the man to build further, like the pouring rain that built up puddles on the ground. "That man is a dangerous prisoner! Don't assist him or I'll be forced to consider you an enemy! Who exactly are you? Really?" The driver increased his distance toward the duo, angrily gesturing at them.


Suddenly, before the tension could rise further, the main doors swung open slowly, finally promising shelter from the pouring rain. A young man dressed in a suit approached the edge of the door and invited them inside. "Sorry, sorry...took me forever to get dressed and whatnot...and master started yelling at me when you came. Told me to hurry, I could've gotten here faster...but then he told me I had to look nice!" He had a rather casual sound to his voice for such a professional man. He was also astonishingly slim and handsome with dark eyes that seemed to have a slight red tint to them that faded after a moment. "The master said he's busy dealing with something important, but he told me to make sure that y'all have a room for the night, so c'mon in." He gestured to allow them inside, "They call me Sword around here, by the way." His name sounded more like the name of a Mage than that of a normal servant.


Xanthus, while his eyes were still actively observing the Truth of the man's mind could see the violent nature pouring out of him. He smelled of bullets to his mixed mage senses, and the explosiveness of gunpowder seemed to describe him as well. This man was a fighter, the most sadistic sort of fighter that enjoyed inflicting pain. Intermixed with that was a strange...loyalty that also emanated from him. Loyalty to the master, most likely, but how could Orfeo tame such a violent shark of a man? The answer was as of yet unknown. He was eager to see some action, and was growing more and more desperate by the night. Pissing him off would clearly be a bad idea as he seemed like he would like nothing more than slam you into the ground. As inhumanly violent as he appeared, he registered to Xanthus' senses as human, but that was no reason for him to lower his guard.





"Very well, I'll come in then. You can call me Ramesses." The driver shrugged the situation off, "Come, you two, you don't want to spit on an invitation of such a powerful man."


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"..Jumped.."


"..Gone.."


"..Suicide.."


"..Watched.."


Vague voices filled Saede's head as the girl drifted to sleep. They echoed only parts of phrases that she had overheard the day before. A boy in her school had committed suicide by jumping off the school's roof. His name was Narcoses, a somewhat loud and athletic person. He was not unkind.. But more disruptive. She had certainly noticed his presence in her classes before; even when he sat on the other side of the room. Narcoses was well liked, and was always cheerful. ..Which made it all the more disturbing to hear he had killed himself. It was only the morning after that she had learned of his attempt on his own life. Apparently, a group of others had been there on the roof with him when it happened. They weren't the most legally correct bunch, but she knew some of them personally. They would never push someone off a roof. ..But that wasn't the end of it. They spoke of him dragging his feet to the edge, looking sullen and not responding to anything they said. When they watched him jump, they all freaked out and checked to see if he was okay.. But there was no body. If he jumped from the roof of the five story building beside the university, he would no doubt at least break his legs. Rumor spread quickly, and he wasn't seen at school the next day..


"..I tried calling his phone too. His facebook, skype, rang his doorbell.. Nothing. He's just disappeared. Gone." Saede nodded in response to Jared's explanation. He was one of the people who had been at the event. His robust face and features were visibly shaken, his brown hair descending in a frantic mess over his eyes. A cigarette rest in his hands as he rubbed his eye with the other.. He looked visibly stressed, which was never something she could have imagined Jared pulling off. He was one of the most chill people she knew. A moment of silence elapsed between the two, neither sure what to say after that. The bell rang just after, the boy giving her a sorry glance and turning to head to his car. "I-I've got a basketball practice in ten minutes.. See you later Saede." He muttered, putting the cigarette to his lips. "Thanks - And good luck!" She calls cheerfully in return. The girl sighs. She already knew that. Where the hell were the police..? It was like they didn't know it happened at all.. That or they were ignoring it. It wasn't exactly a private matter. She stops leaning against the wall, aiming to head to the scene of the jump. She had seen below it, and she couldn't find anything in the morning. It was about.. Four O'Clock now. She had plenty of time. While most people his discarded the event as rumor by the end of the day, Saede had done quite the opposite. ..She felt the difference. She could never explain it, just.. A feeling that something was wrong..
 
Robbert got up on his own, it was not that he was not appreciative of what the man tried to do for him but it was unneeded. "About time! I was starting to suspect the master of the house didn't want to see us." He walked in dripping wet and now muddy. Well, if he was a sea dog might as well look the part. The Pirate glances at everyone trying to get a general read but he still needed to get used to his strange ghostly eye powers. It was hard for him to make them work right. "So, how did you get a name like Sword?" He asked trying to make small talk with the man that he may have to deal with more than the others. "Also were you made aware on why I'm here? I just have some questions I'd like answered soon, if at all possible." He asked. If he was going to play as these kindred like the voodoo creeps said he was then he might as well learn what they are.
 
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"Right right, that sounds awful." She says, giving the man a hug... a maniac in the police station? She wasn't sure if she had heard anything about that... she usually didn't pay much attention to the actions of criminals... unless it reeked of the supernatural. For that reason she was mostly holed up at home, painting. "Well since you're calming down I'll just take a walk around. It's good to see you. I'll go fetch you a coffee." She says.


Giving him another hug, she smiles, walking away, looking around the police station and finding the cells. "So gentlemen, what are YOU all in for." She says, leaning against the wall and looking at the cells... there were quite a number of people in today... maybe something had happened. Criminals were always a good source of info, provide they weren't ratting out their own.


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  • The details of the manor Foyer (Placeholder Image) were nothing surprising given the outside. It was darkly lit and looked like an old style parisian house with the usual trappings. Most of it passed everyone by as they were eager for some rest after a long day. Taking in the details of the massive place was almost impossible anyway since it was so dense with decor. The place had a slightly eerie feel to it, but it also felt very alive with history and splendor.


    Sword gave a grin,     "Nah, Master's always happy to have guests...even at this hour. Something just came up suddenly, ya see?" He escorted Robbert inside in the same manner that the driver once had, once again putting him on the track of his destiny that revved like a treadmill that drove him forward in a never ending cycle. "I am the Sword of my master. His weapon. That's what he told me. He picked me out personally from all the mixed-martial arts bouts along with my partner. He saw our skills and recognized the opportunity." He looked towards Robbert as he walked him through the foyer towards a set of stairs. "Basically, don't even think about messing with me or the master."


    Ramesses chimed in, following up the stairs behind them,     "Good to know I'll be leaving this man in good hands. I warned you that he was a dangerous criminal. He escaped from the Asylum and caused quite a commotion until my employer helped to quell the problem."


    "That was you? Man, I remember Master had some private discussions about it when it happened, and he didn't tell me until a bit later." He shrugged "Well, he sounded worried about the whole thing. I'm sure the master is going to just love meeting with you..." He took a right and showed Robbert to a door to one of the guest rooms on the 2nd floor.


    Ramesses turned around and bowed,     "Well then, I'll take my leave...goodbye."


    "Sorry Ramsey, the gates are closed. You're not going anywhere without the master's say so." Sword opened the door for Robbert and shoved at his back to prod him inside the simple bedroom.





    "Ramesses." He corrected the servant and seemed to have a creeping look of dread on his face. "Well alright, if you insist...allow me to just contact my superiors and-" He reached for a phone.


    Sword held out his hand suddenly to interrupt him     "It'll be alright, I'm sure...just lemme have that and I'll make sure master Orfeo passes the information along."


    Rameses reluctantly agreed, knowing it would be unwise to anger the man. He handed over his phone and marched off to the room where he would quickly drift off into sleep. He realized that he was being held hostage now, but there was no defying the might of a man who could easily crush him with but a word. Ramesses was prepared to deal with the hand that Fate dealt him, and more than prepared to cheat and slip a few cards from his sleeve if he was forced to. X was also a concern on his mind, as Ramesses senses tipped him off to something, but he was sure that whatever the problem was...it was not his problem to manage anymore. It would have to be left to Orfeo. His mission was now complete, and the next thought on his mind was to slip out in the daytime when these Kindred would be weakest. These thoughts were forefront on his mind as he fell into a restful sleep.


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Yuzuki takes the clipboard. "Thank you darling." She says, combing through it as she listens to the people talking, making sure to keep a note of everything that was being said. She wasn't an official police officer but she could do this... sometimes she could catch what others could not. She had an eye for detail after all, and she had the multiple gallery awards to back that up. She examines each name... right, the Asylum escape, she saw that on the news, so these were the people picked up. She closed her eyes. "Just... open up... your senses." She said to herself... it's what she always said when preparing to work on something that required her thought... it helped her focus.She began to work out the logic puzzle, and immediately found one. "Please bring Mr. Derin into interrogation room one please." She says.


Once that occurred and he was ready, Yuzuki stepped into the room, moving the camera in the room up as she did. Another calming breath... and it was showtime! "Hi there. I'm Yuzuki... not that either of us really care about introductions." She says with a shrug. She took a breath, and the smile that came with her eyes... it was a bit off putting. "In fact I don't care about silly things like rules or the like, so let's have a little fun shall we?"


"Door number 1: Caine!" She says in a singsong accent, plopping a a photo of the man in front of him. "Caine is a bachelor hailing from blah blah blah. He's an insane psychopath that likes needles, long walks in the park, stealing, and stabbing people with random pointy objects! Ladies, if you're a masochist, this is the person for you!"


"Door number 2: Nadiaaaa" She says, plopping down the photo of the second woman. "For all you tough guys out there, this is the woman for you! Orphaned, raised by a street gang, stuck in a psycho house with her best buddeh Caine, she likes shooting and otherwise breaking the limbs and being a threat to everyone... and they say girls like to play hard to get!"


"And last and last we have... Door number 3: Derin!" She says, plopping his own photo, looking at it. "Ara-ara, what do we have here?" She asked, putting on a confused face "Ex-military! Big skills, if you know what i mean." She says, winking as she sits down, looking at him. "Hmmm but... hmmm... 'one of these things is not like the others, one of these things just doesn't belong~'" She says, actually turning her head back and forth, singing it out


"It's obvious that you aren't a psychopath or anything similar. Hell, I would go as far to say you're quite sane. But that leads me to wonder... just how do you fit into this? Here's what I've logiced out so far, and DO feel free to stop me at any point if I'm wrong, m'kay?" She says. "The way I see it, there are no ways for you to have contact with these people prior... that is to say, I doubt you spoke to these people before the asylum escape. You're suspected in arms dealing, that says a lot actually. If we mark of the 'suspected' then it leads me to this conclusion: You were running guns for someone... someone that organized the escape and made sure you all came together before you got caught... now if you talk about this I can get you a reduced sentence... or even a pardon. I understand guns... i love them. They're a work of art, and thus I admire yours. Give up the information and go back to selling those beautiful sounding instruments, mkay?!"
 
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"What are ya, some kinda singer? You're actin' worse than those two crazies and you callin' me sane. Freaky hoe." Derin certainly sounded like he lived on the streets on the downtown part of the Bay. He was dark skinned and had a harsh attitude. He had an angry look about him and slouched back in the chair. "Listen, the rule of this crew is that we don't turn ou' backs on each other, got me? I an't gonna just spill even though you' a gun nut, got it? You better listen up, I'm not sayin' anything to you or any of the guys out there, so get outta' my face. I know Captain's comin' back for me, so I don't want you to be here. He'd bust your pretty white-ass face in, wouldn' wanna' see that. Now, I'm not the kinda' guy to hit a lady, but that guy, can't make any promises." He looked at her, trying to cover his eyes from the bright light that was shocking him awake. "I tell ya one thing though, I got nothing to do with those freaks, I was just doin' a favor for 'Cap and we got busted from outta' nowhere I didn't even see what happened, so don't ask me to witness or nothin'."


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"Hey, I'll have you know my performances are better than any pathetic understudy." She says, narrowing her eyes a little bit as the quality of her performance was challenged. She took pride in how she acted, damn it. She closed her eyes, calming down again... this wasn't the end... in fact, she won just a little bit more than he thought she did. She just received two pieces of vital information. "You just proved 2 very important things, my fellow artist... well, artist is butting it rather simply for you... how about... 'paint holder'... yeah, like a caddy for golfing. That works." She says with a nod, as if proud she made such a horrible analogy.


"You proved that 1) You are, indeed, involved with these people. Whether or not you knew these people is irrelevant... you helped them for your friend... and that leads us to 2) You're working with someone you consider a captain." She says. "That's more than enough to earn you a longer stay AND give us a lead on this person... it shouldn't be hard to logic out who this person is once the police subpoena all the cameras in the area. Maybe there aren't any right on the scene, maybe there are... but if we keep track of who comes in and leaves at rather convenient times... like when the bust was going down. In that case, you, the captain, the peanut gallery in the cells... you're gunna go down for a loooooong time... unless you help me now."


"Well, here's how i think this is going to go down. The Captain is going to believe in his crew and think that you people aren't going to talk. Nice job, slow clap." She says sarcastically, clapping twice to accent it. "He's going to think we don't have any information on him when in reality the BBPD are a LOT smarter than they look. They'll find out where he is, what he's capable of... and we go in. I'll lead the team personally, and I'll shoot him dead. We get all his files, we get information on you... and well, the government is going to need someone to blame. Lets see, who would make a scapegoat? The needle guy? Nah? Psycho woman with the weapon fetish? Nngh.... maybe. Ex military who could have busted them out? Cops are gunna open your folder and think it's christmas... you're the perfect scapegoat. You'll get pinned with all the crimes... pretty sure the death penalty is the chair in this state."


"Scenario 2: You cooperate. You get released... yes, we know where he is now... but I could... say, delay the raid. A brave, loyal solider like him... you can get him out. And if you had... say, immunity, you could act with a lot more freedom. Maybe get the guns, get the captain and his men out in time. You'd be a hero... your loyalty proven, a promotion, you live to fight another day. No chair even if you got caught again... sounds good to me."


She stands up. "But i see your loyalty is fierce so I shan't waste my time. I have two more psychopaths to talk with... and im pretty sure one of them takes shanks as payment for servives rendered." She says,
 
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"Woah, hold on. If you really serious about givin' me a free pass I might as well tell ya what I know." He took a breath in, and started to recount the story from a few days ago. "See, this guy, he called himself Captain Robbert. Looked like one of those Ren-Fair nerds that we got ova' by the historical district. He coulda' also just been high, I dunno. Point is, this guy was payin' me in perals and he was loaded. We hung out by the beach in this huge broke-up ship. He asked me to get some goods for him, and I deliver. Then he talks about this big gig at the museum. Said he had some loot he wanted to grab or somethin'. We was keepin' watch at the ship the day before the gig and this freeky blonde bitch went up and stabbed me in da neck, then I couldn't move for a hell of a while. Afta' that we went in, 'Cap broke the glass and ropped down like a boss. Guys started shootin' inside but I didn't see nothin'. When the shots stopped I ran in and felt a needle hit my neck, so I got tranqed twice in one week...motherfucker!" he slammed the table as the memory hit him like a ton of bricks. "Next thing I know, I be sittin' in here with the loony toons crew."


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