Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[Purpl]

"As lonely as I am?"


"Is a girl not alone to come to a bar on her own, without being lonely?"


"And who's to say I haven't a companion who just happens to be running late? Who's to say I'm not a married woman, off to spoil myself whilst my significant other works late?"


Turning towards her, he smiled.


"Yes, yes of course they are. But allow me to explain why i would think and say as i did. You entered here, when taking the few seconds it did for you to chose a place, i noticed that you did not have a ring on your finger, indeed, no ring. And, as i see now, nor is there a shade on any of your fingers, so..no removed ring either. So, no, you are not married. If there was not a secret one, but no. I don't think you are the type. I think you like to, have fun, to enjoy yourself. Settling for a marriage would be, boring, you would have nothing to look forward to, no excitement. You then chose to sit here, in the corner next to me. If you wanted super much attention, and wanted to spoil yourself with drinks, you would place yourself at the bar. No, no we think that you placed yourself here to relax, think, while not drawing too much attention, still being able to have fun. But then again, hehh, i might be wrong.


I see you are sipping on that drink "Sarah" he pronounced the name with a distaste, making sure she understood that he did not think this was her name, by her rather slow response to his question. Would you like another drink? Perhaps, something sweeter instead of that smokey strong whiskey? And then you can tell me about your day at the, office."





He had forgotten about Mr.Dreads as for now, the girl being more interesting than he had thought. His plans for the night suddenly changed as there were no people leaving the place. He waited for a response while looking around the bar. It was crowded, more crowded than he had ever seen the place. But he didn't take notice, he had another interest as for now. And the kill from earlier still made him smirk.


@AshenLily

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Abaddon Iscariot>

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Abaddon looked at Ambre with a raised eyebrow as she left the room. What's that girl got against me, anyway? He spent half a second fantasizing about what she'd do with her, if he had the chance. Nothing anyone would want to go into detail about though, unless you've got very interesting fetishes. "Really Abaddon, while it is true you have been serving me for over three hundred years that doesn't excuse you from being late, you left me waiting for so long I thought you'd forgotten about me." His train of thought was cut off by a gentle-ish hand grabbing his chin. It wasn't the first time this had happened, so just for the absurdity of it he pouted, as if Everett was pinching too hard. "If that happens again there will be some punishment..." Abaddon hated to think what that would be. Like, eugh.


"But otherwise take a seat. I'll pour you some wine and explain everything." This fixed Abaddons mood right up though. The wine was pretty delicious. He happily took a seat and tasted the wine. Delicious. Actually kind of better than that woman from earlier. "By the way have you heard the rumors that have been flying around lately?" "Depends on which rumors you're talking about... Either way, isn't that the only reason we're letting The Ath... Ath... I can't pronounce that. Isn't that why we're letting the library people live?"

 

[AshenLily]

She listened to the man's rebuttal, a smile of amusement lightly tugging at the edge of her lips. "No, not married. Yet. Engaged, perhaps? What of enamored, without a commitment, thus explaining the absence of any would-be ring?" Fayde cocked her head slightly, awaiting the man's response as to why it seemed impossible that she might have someone waiting for her.


"I don't think you are the type. I think you like to, have fun, to enjoy yourself. Settling for a marriage would be, boring, you would have nothing to look forward to, no excitement. You then chose to sit here, in the corner next to me. If you wanted super much attention, and wanted to spoil yourself with drinks, you would place yourself at the bar. No, no we think that you placed yourself here to relax, think, while not drawing too much attention, still being able to have fun. But then again, hehh, i might be wrong."


She turned back, and took yet another sip of the whisky. "Considering we've only just met, you seem to think you know quite a bit about me." Again, though the man was correct on nearly all accounts, Fayde saw no reason to allow him the satisfaction of knowing so.


Would you like another drink? Perhaps, something sweeter instead of that smokey strong whiskey? And then you can tell me about your day at the, office."


"Whisky's the key to a girl's heart..." she swirled her glass around slowly, watching the dark liquid with fascination as it swirled around. "Provided it's the correct brand." That being said, she tipped the glass back, finishing the remaining half. Only just managing to suppress the shudder threatening to work it's way through her body, she sighed. "I'm to tell you about my day? We've only just met, surely such things can't truly be the center of your curiousities..." again, Fayde raised her eyebrow at the man, wondering exactly what he was playing at. With most men she'd met, their desires were quite clear. This one seemed as though he may at least be slightly different, in that regard.


@Purpl

 

[FewUtherClockKlik]

Tai listened to the man's reponse and simply shrugged.

"I never did claim I was a liar. I went to work and came back bored. The details behind those words were something your trained eyes managed to deduce and find out the background behind my words." said Tai with a terse voice.

Tai lifted the fingers on his glass towards the woman as a small greeting when he saw her analyzing him. Tai did not care that she was observing him and downed the small amount of liquor he had poured himself.

Tai was never one to talk, so he took a backseat in this conversation, but kept his ears alert to listen to any and all words that passed between this woman and man.

(G2G real quick, had to hurry my post)​

 

[Purpl]

"No, not married. Yet. Engaged, perhaps? What of enamored, without a commitment, thus explaining the absence of any would-be ring?"


"Ahh, mh, hehh, yes, yes of course there is still that possibility. But then my question back to you. If you were engaged to someone, living with one person and seeing that person all the time, getting most of your attention from that person. Why would you go out alone, to get attention of course, because you want to feel, pretty, wanted, by more than.. yes heh your significant other. But you being here, with, hahahhhh ah yes, with us in this corner. It tell me, that you get your part of attention on a daily basis, and you are not here with any friends, because it would have been their attention you wanted as well. No, no you are not engaged, you wouldn't be." He smiled, looking at her with his green eyes.





"Considering we've only just met, you seem to think you know quite a bit about me."


"Yes. I do. And i believe if i were wrong, you would've answered me differently, am i correct?" He took his glass of whiskey and let it pour down the throat.


"Whisky's the key to a girl's heart..."


"Provided it's the correct brand."


As she said this, he walked up to the busy bar and asked for a lighter whiskey brand that was not as dark and smokey, put it next to her, opened the bottle and sniffed it.


"This smells better, easier to drink"





"I never did claim I was a liar. I went to work and came back bored. The details behind those words were something your trained eyes managed to deduce and find out the background behind my words." Said Tai


"Yes, that is true. I am just a very curious man, i am sorry, but would you please tell me the details behind the bloodstain? I sense a thrilling story behind it!" He said, looking at the man who sat very reserved at his seat, listening to the conversations in the room


"I'm to tell you about my day? We've only just met, surely such things can't truly be the center of your curiousities..."


"And what would that be? A day's work tells more about a person than it should do, if you know what to listen to. But fine, if you don't want to talk about your day, what should we talk about? You will not talk about yourself either, or well, not the you you will you now Sarah? So, hehehh, what should we talk about?" He placed himself closer to the woman, looking her straight in to the eyes as she tried on the new whiskey. Secrets were thrilling, they always were. He liked being in control, and he felt he had it. But then again, his thoughts of himself was always too high. He was aroused by this power play that was done with this woman, her black hair running along her body gave off a sweet scent that was enjoyable.





@AshenLily

 

[whateverwater]

The man was now able to hold off the pain to scream "What did you do?! You freak!" Four brute looking guys rushed over to the man when they entered the bar and began barraging him with questions. 'This could be bad.' Ikaron thought as he finished his whiskey. Noticing the effects of the alcohol, he continued with his thought 'being enebriated will not help.'


"He did this! The one in the hood!" The bald man spit out to the thugs trying to ignore the pain. 'Not good at all' he tiredly thought while contemplating on his actions. After abruptly standing up, he walked past the overactive giants and let himself into the bathroom. 'What is this room for?' he thought absentmindedly as the thugs stumbled over one another after Ikaron. "I'm gunna kill you!" was yelled by a man with bulging muscles. Intrigued by his surrounds, Ikaron mentally threw the man out of door and began flushing the urinals trying to understand their purpose.


The man that was thrown out the door had collided with the other monster-like thugs that were trying to enter the bathroom. The force the man was thrown created a pile of enraged hoodlums all wanting to kill Ikaron even more.

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira raises an eyebrow curiously at the man who winked at her, watching him leave the bar. She gives a small frown, the way he carried himself made him seem like an interesting person with a secret or two of his own. She turns her gaze away from the door and back to her vodka, downing what was left in the glass before asking for another. Her gaze shifts around the room, pausing on the man several seats down who also seemed to be drinking alone, whiskey to be exact. Her nose was a blessing and a curse, she lets her gaze linger for a bit in an attempt to figure out a little about him. If she recalled she had seem him once, maybe twice in this bar before, he always dressed in a business manner if her memory served her well. She catches him scanning the room and can't help but let a chuckle out under her breath. Apparently he was doing the same as she was, perhaps she'd strike up a conversation with him in a bit, but for now she moved her head ever so slightly until a conversation of interest would make her linger. Being in her wolf form was much easier, humans couldn't move their ears to pinpoint noises as she could as a wolf.


She pauses upon the conversation happening between three people at a table in the corner of the bar. She moves her blonde hair back behind her ear letting herself "hone" in on it. It started out as pointless banter between strangers but Nimensei seemed to be probing at the other two, perhaps he would do the work for her at pulling out a few rumors and gossip between gangs for her.

 

[Dead]

Chilling in his domain, Shirotae, the leader of Shreds, sat on a long red couch decorated with gold and two red cushions on each side of him. On his right sat a young boy with jet black hair and dull chocolate brown eyes that stared at the wall as if it was somewhat interesting. He sat on one of the cushions on the sofa making him a bit taller than he was suppose to be. The boy seemed to pay no attention to Shirotae who was playing with his hair, Shi having little fun with the soft touch of the boy's hair,"Kuro... why won't you speak to me? Did I do something bad to you again?" Shirotae asked a bit concern of how quiet Kuro was though this was normal, today the boy was more quieter than before, his lips sealed shut with no interest to speak back to Shirotae's question. Still playing with Kuro's hair, Shirotae soon gave up after a few minutes of nothing but silence as his answer, getting up from his seat and going over to his desk where paper were scattered on top of it all either requests of jobs or paper of work that Shirotae would get piled on him everyday, a computer where he would do his research, a cup of writing tools and many other supplies that Shirotae had in stuffed in the desk drawers.


Sighing, Shirotae sat down in his leather black chair, the feeling of the cool fabric on his back calmed his mind from all the stress he got from work, Shirotae rolling up to his desk and placed on his reading glasses, the black rims of his glasses shined under the dim lighting in the room. Today, the pack were all doing their thing going off either hunting for some of Bloods' gang members or chilling around the city, getting a drink or playing some cards. Whatever the pack was doing, Shirotae didn't mind as long as he didn't hear anything bad of them. Taking his pen, Shirotae started on his work, scribbling down words and typing away on his computer.


Kuro, on the other hand, still sat on the cushion but he finally gave some attention to Shirotae, staring at him getting into his work mode and finally doing something productive than just sitting around to laze or bother with Kuro. Kuro wasn't mad or anything at Shirotae but sometimes Shirotae just get on Kuro's nerves with his brother complex with him. They weren't brothers by blood so Kuro couldn't understand why Shirotae was so clingy with him. Shirotae find him in the alley all alone and weak with no place to go, Shirotae was the one who took him in and bought him back to health but after helping him, Shirotae started being very protective of him and treated him like they truly were brothers but Kuro couldn't complain that he liked it. Kuro had been an unwanted for a long time and Shirotae was the only one who seemed to accept him along with the other packs. Everything Kuro had were all given by Shirotae endless love for him and Kuro didn't have anything to give to him back for it all which was why Kuro was so cold to Shirotae, he felt that he didn't deserve all this, this perfect life that Kuro longed to have. Now he had that perfect life but he was being stubborn on accepting this new life of his with the pack. It felt like he was the precious little prince here who was being guarded by the king from danger like in those fairytale.


Kicking his feet, Kuro started to feel even more bored just sitting in the room with the sound of Shirotae's typing and the sound of paper being waved in the air. With a huff, Kuro couldn't stand it no more and jumped off his seat and walked up to Shirotae, standing next to him but Shirotae paid no attention, continuing working on his paperwork,"I'm bored." Kuro bluntly said waiting for Shirotae to get off his work and take him outside but Shirotae didn't, his eyes glued on his paper,"I'm bored Shi." Kuro said again saying Shirotae's nickname but still no reply.


Tapping his shoe impatiently, Kuro shook roughly at Shirotae's arm and growled,"Stop ignoring me and take me outside." Kuro hissed finally succeeding to get Shirotae to pay attention. Shirotae glanced at him from the corner of his eye,a sly smirk playing at his lips,"But weren't you the one ignoring me Kuro?" Shirotae said only to get a grumbling sound from him,"Tch...forget that I'm bored and I want to do something... take me outside." Kuro demanded just like a spoiled prince, Shirotae letting out a chuckle and placed his glasses on the desk, getting up from his desk,"Yes young master, I'll do as you pleas." Shirotae said picking Kuro up in his arms and taking him to his room to put on his jacket as it was usually cold on nights like this. Pulling on their jacket, the two boys walked out the building and into the night of the city where Shirotae was taking Kuro for a little night stroll.





-I'll let them interact tomorrow since I'm going to sleep bye bye-

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


It was kind of cute when Abaddon pouted like that when he grabbed his chin. Abaddon was actually kind of adorable, to bad he was heterosexual. Then again Abaddon was to much of a pervert and to...simpleminded. Now he wasn't stupid he was just a one track mind, to normal for his taste. Everett needed someone who was cunning but also different, someone who could put up a fight but still submit to him. Nonetheless Abaddon was still attractive and a valuable asset, he was also very devoted which was a plus.


Chuckling a bit at Abaddon’s struggle to pronounce Athenaeum and how simple minded he was Everett ruffled his white hair."It's pronounced Athenaeum and yes that's mostly why we're letting them live...for now. However they know a little too much so once we're done with them we'll squash them like the bugs they are, including that insect of a leader."


Pouring himself some more wine Everett closed his eyes for a second, letting the music clear his thoughts before speaking again. "My aren't they all just insects, insignificant lives that will one day fade from this bleak world. Everyone makes such a big deal when one of their own dies too, but the world is still moving, the sky's still blue, and others are constantly being born. Their death is nothing but a trivial event. Soon they'll move on and the person who died with gradually be forgotten, so much so that it will be like they never even existed...that's why they are so easy to control as they're just bugs and soon once 'it' wakes up their life and their destiny will be in our hands...we would rule...how does that sound?"


Yes Everett looked forward to the day when the world would be plunged into chaos. Much like daily life in R'lyeh only much worse. Cities would crumble, the sky would bleed red, people would starve and die, and anarchy would spread faster than light. All this would be so...interesting, it would shake up the world and Everett for once in his life wouldn’t be bored. Well that’s only one reason why he wouldn’t be bored but the other reason was the grand finale, the Shakespearean end to his grand tale.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[AshenLily]

"Ahh, mh, hehh, yes, yes of course there is still that possibility. But then my question back to you. If you were engaged to someone, living with one person and seeing that person all the time, getting most of your attention from that person. Why would you go out alone, to get attention of course, because you want to feel, pretty, wanted, by more than.. yes heh your significant other."


"Simple," she responded, with a slight shrug. "I would go out alone, likely because my significant other would be working late, or simply have other plans. Maybe I would just be in the mood to go out alone for a few drinks, to relieve some stress. Perhaps we'd been fighting, and I would need some time to clear my head."


"This smells better, easier to drink"





As he sat the bottle down at the table, she allowed herself a small chuckle. The beverage definitely did smell better. It was likely smoother, as well, for all she knew of the drink. But it was wrong. Again. Deciding to humor the man, she took a small sip of the drink. He was right. It was smoother. It definitely tasted better. But, as she'd observed earlier, it still wasn't right. "Definitely better... but, no. Not quite."


"And what would that be? A day's work tells more about a person than it should do, if you know what to listen to. But fine, if you don't want to talk about your day, what should we talk about? You will not talk about yourself either, or well, not the you you will you now Sarah? So, hehehh, what should we talk about?"


"Can't go giving away all my secrets at once, now can I? I've already given you my name, and narrowed down my choice of drink significantly. I've discussed my relationship status, or perhaps lack thereof (who knows?) with you. And now you ask of my job? Curious... curious, indeed... again, I must apologize, but I can't give out all my secrets at once." She stood, placing her glass on the table, and curtsied shortly. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be back in just a few moments." She headed off in the direction of the ladies room.


@Purpl

 

[cojemo]

The Athenaeum. They were a gang she had mixed feelings about. They'd sell her information on certain targets that were harder to find a pattern to, and her gang would take contracts from them and kill whoever needed to be killed. Business was always business, and the times she had met with the three higher ups of the gang for important business she'd of course flirted like always. The attitude that so many of them seemed to exude is what ticked her off. Those lousy librarians thought they ruled the world with their fancy gadgets and knowledge on the city. She'd always made extra sure that there was no surveillance being done around her gang, and sure seemed to have done a good job at it. It took a lot more than info to rule, and if she had anything to say about it, she would be the one to be at the top of the underworld.


Claudia cocked an eyebrow and grinned, chuckling mildly. "Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? I guess that's pretty normal with a beast your age." She licked her lips and gave the girl a clear view of her fangs. She was pretty sure the girl already knew she was a bloodsucker, but why not confirm it AND show that she knew she was a werewolf. "And yes, let us be serious, because if I wanted you're head next to this mans I wouldn't have let you know I knew you were following me in the first place. Face it. You were stupid, and the only reason you're alive is because I allowed it." Claudia's voice hadn't shifted from her usual tone, slowly licking the tips of her fingers. It didn't seem this girl was important enough to know anything big and was just a lackey, so she had planned to just leave her be. Not without having some fun of course.


Suddenly, one of Claudia's people jumped down from the rooftop, cupping a hand around the leaders ear and whispering, "Carlos is at the end of the alley. Don't do anything rash." She turned to look at where her underling told her, giving the second in command of the Athenaeum's a playful wave with her fingers. "Well," Claudia began, turning back to the girl in front of her, "I think its time for me to take my leave. Too bad. I was hoping to get some alone time with you, see just how cute that body really is." Claudia turned to walk away, pausing to look over her shoulder and toss the disembodied head to the girl, making a thud as it rolled to the girls feet. "Here, have a little souvenir. Maybe you can practice kissing on him. Well, if you have anything else to say, this is the last chance you have." She smiled a sensual smile like she always did. Claudia didn't see any reason to kill this girl as it would only cause problems. Plus, she wasn't worried that the girl would ever learn about her position in the poisons, as she'd specified to every high ranking member of every gang that her identity would be kept secret, and if Carlos said anything it would jeopardize the relationship between the two gangs.


@Zakkol

 

[whateverwater]

The thugs slammed against the bathroom door and yelled for Ikaron to come out. "The door's unlocked. Come in if you wish." He teased them while using his telekinesis to hold the door shut. "I have all the time in the world to study these amazing objects." He mused to himself as he took apart the urinal.


Ikaron's eyes met the air hand dryer and he dropped the pieces of the urinal to see what the strange machine could do. Air blew through the small holes as soon as his hands entered the area. "Technology is amazing." He sighed in ecstasy.

 

[Purpl]

Nimensei watched the girl as she explained to him this was not the drink she drank either.


And yes indeed, she could be out alone, all the things she said could be true. Who knew, this was just a way to pass the time while continuing to scout for opportunities to do something of value.


He sat there, smiling to the girl, trying to figure out her angle, but he couldn't quite grasp it.


"Can't go giving away all my secrets at once, now can I? I've already given you my name, and narrowed down my choice of drink significantly. I've discussed my relationship status, or perhaps lack thereof (who knows?) with you. And now you ask of my job? Curious... curious, indeed... again, I must apologize, but I can't give out all my secrets at once."


"Yes, true, that is why i wanted you to pick the next subject, but seeing you are going to the ladiesroom now, we can take that after. I will be outside taking a breath of air." He kept it short, rather tired of her games, smiling at her and looking her into the eyes and trying to tell her that he was not playing this game.


They both arose from the table, going their separate ways. At the bar, he saw a girl glancing at him, feeling her eyes upon him he felt uneasy, those were the eyes of someone that wanted information, or at least wanted something from him, and what would you want from an assassin? A contract, or information about contracts. She looked, east European, or something that way. He smiled against her, waved and then turned to the door.


Opening the door and feeling the fresh air on him was a great feeling. He was at peace with his mind, a little tipsy was great feeling, he did not have to pay attention to the other him or anything like that, it was just him, his hunger and lust. Coming out, there was a wall close by. He took a small leap up on it, feeling the cold bricks under his hands he felt alive. There he sat, doing nothing for a few seconds. Then, remembering his job today, he pulled out the map that he had stolen from the scientist. Across it it said

Mr.Mutton - Cross-Species research



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This was an interesting thought, but it would seem unfitting for most of us, especially the nonhuman races. He opened the file, found it neatly ordered, the doctor got more likable when he was dead in Nimenseis eyes. There was a tab which was called "information", opening that he found one paper.


Contract made by; Mancini *Picture next to*


Funds; 750.000$


Time; Three Years


This name again, it was something with this guy that should not be. He was everywhere, yet nowhere. Why did he want to mutate the species, to breed them with each other, Nimensei had no idea why. He put the papers back in to the folder and put it back inside his shirt. This information was valuable, and he knew who preferred information over anything. Librarians.


Looking up, he was baffled. Mr.Dreads, was standing in the square with a phone in his hand. From this distance Nimensei couldn't make out what kind of expression it was in his face, but by him walking around in a circle there was something that wasn't right.


Next to him stood a short guy. Short and almost fat to be honest. Who could that be? It hit him, he opened the file again, took out the information's tab, and sure, there he was, the same man standing next to Mr.Dreads. He couldn't believe his eyes, this was the man that tried to breed the species? And from overhearing Mr.Dreads conversation before, he owed the librarians money. But seeing from the pace he walked in...this could not be good. He decided that the best way to do this, was to let events go as they would this night and then find either Mr.Dread, or the higher ups and push some information out of them and pay them with what he had found in Mr.Muttons apartment.


He went back in to the bar, the heat and music striking him again as he placed himself at the table, awaiting the mysterious girl. Sighing loudly for himself.


"Women....."





(Going to sleep for 4-5 hours)

 

[vibrantsystem]

Tiskana watched as the head rolled around on the alley's ground, mud and filth accumulating as it rolled from side to side. She cast it a look of pity and disgust. The fact that the vampire was being so confident was leading Tiskana to assuming that she was dealing with someone higher up on the corporate ladder than she had initially expected, and it really did make Tiskana interested. But the girl was off now, her words floating in the air.


'Wait!' Tiskana cried, stepping forward slightly. 'I have a message for you,' she lied, biting her lip. She'd have to make this good. 'However, I was told to play you a song instead. Not a message. A song.' Tiskana was making an effort to be clever about this, and try to make the vampire regret ever saying anything against her. 'You might want to listen.'


With that, Tiskana readied her violin. She had been carrying around with her. The bow in her hand and the main body of it strapped to her back. It was an odd way of moving an instrument around, yet it worked. It always had worked.


Tiskana had received the instrument when she was seven. She had been told it was enchanted, and as such, being the small child she was, made an attempt to make it do something interesting. As a result, Tiskana ended up destroying every window in her house. Due to this, she became very careful when using the enchantments, only reserving them for when she was alone to experiment with. Thankfully, whoever used the instrument wasn't effected.


A brief, quick tune rang out. It came quickly, and was curiously upbeat. The sound came from the violin and echoed down the alleyway. Tiskana didn't pause as she played, only stopping right on the very last note, which played. A sound screeched down the alleyway, and Tiskana had no idea what the note would do, or even if it would work. She could never tell if it had worked, for she was protected from the magic the instrument contained, and as such, never experienced the effects. She could hear the note, sure, but it wouldn't do anything. And even then, this was an extremely dangerous move for Tiskana, as she had no clue how the vampire would react. And then again, the note may only effect a number of vampires in the intimidate area. Whatever the matter, Tiskana stood there, frozen, waiting for a response to her tune, whether it be good or bad


@cojemo

 

[Der Kojote]

(ahh this rp moves fast... I go out for a few hours and boom posts galore Kinda afraid to sleep now xD )


"The king is watching."


Gregory downed the whisky at that phrase. Some people would consider that phrase odd, off topic, irrelevant. For Gregory, he knew figured it was something else, things were about to get very interesting. He stood up from the bar and straightened his tie and jacket. "Hector...can you do me a favor?" the bartender raised an eye brow. "If it's a loan..." Gregory shook his head. "No, not that, ring my parents on this number." He said passing a card to the barkeep. "Tell them negotiations have started, I may be coming back later, they'll understand what I mean." Hector stared at him, "Will an extra 20 Dollars be enough for this?" "Fine...damn it I don't do Courtesy calls, but your buying it.


With that He stood up and walked past the brewing bar fight, he'd much more important things to worry about. The only thing he hesitated about was his eyes flicked at the mystery woman. Maybe next time. Right now something important was brewing. He stepped out of the bar and into the dead of night. He was expecting a car or something, It was a bit of a ride across town, he only assumed that someone important waited for discussion, and that someone was a magnificent Bastard by the name of Miach.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Abaddon Iscariot>

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"It's pronounced Athenaeum and yes that's mostly why we're letting them live...for now. However they know a little too much so once we're done with them we'll squash them like the bugs they are, including that insect of a leader." Abaddon stared down into his drink and shrugged. Rapture was coming, but not in the way anyone would've imagined it to. Bloods were going to be at the top, as they always had been, and always will be, and they weren't exactly the ones to offer salvation. He finished the drink and put the glass back on the table. "Well, they have been useful. Nontheless, if they oppose us, they will be an example."


Everett started on one of his hateful speeches. They happened, and Abaddon could mostly relate. Life was pretty boring at an old age, but then again, Everett had lived for around three times longer. He couldn't imagine how he felt. "and soon once 'it' wakes up their life and their destiny will be in our hands...we would rule...how does that sound?" Abaddon chuckled. "We already rule, my liege. Nobody can oppose Bloods... But it is a appealing plan."


Abaddon observed Everett. He always looked quite exquisite, and Abaddon would've assumed he was a fae before his vampirism, but he knew the wings came from him being the king, and he'd never heard of a fae vampire. He smirked. With Everett on top, he felt quite confident that this would work out. "But I don't think you've told me, why was I called here?" 

<Micah Ivory>

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Micah was more or less glued to the computer's screen. Text and pictures passed by at ridiculous speed, and a small window showing him the bar was in the bottom left corner. His eyes slid down when he felt like he should, and as expected his intuition was perfect. Gregory came out of the bar and stood just outside. Where was Carlos? What the hell? Not even Dylan? People had no sense of hospitality anymore. He tapped a few keys, and had a short call, and within the minute a limo rolled up outside the the small bar. Hopefully that would satisfy the needs of Blitz.


He was surprised when a stack of papers started vibrating. Quickly shoving the papers out of the way, he revealed a phone. Just like very few people knew his face, very few people had a way of contacting him without coming directly to The Athenaeum's HQ. He picked it up and saw that it was... Carlos. He picked it up, and with a hint of aggressiveness said "Carlos. You better have a real good reason for not being here right now, and an even better one for not taking Gregory directly here."

 

[BrownBear]

"Apologies, but Yes boss i do.... please, if you have time, check out the cameras in the time square... yeah Mancini. Hes saying we didnt do our job in Russia. I dont know what to do right now... should i offer him a free assassination? Or take half the money? Or just shoot em all and steal it?" Demon didnt know how to handle this sticky situation himself. He smiled at mancini as he paced around the square. His dreads swayed along his back as paced hoping his boss wouldnt be too upset. This was his money after all, and demon would do whatever he wanted to get it back. He looked down the alley tiskana was in. Well she wasnt dead yet which was good. Not a good look to have dead members on this side of town.

 

[Larry]

"Yes, yes a smoke would be perfect! A smoke is always good, almost as good as the taste of, hahah you perhaps know it yourself, the taste of warm blood, haha yes. Give me one of those if you may, it works perfect with the taste in my mouth right now!"


"Lght pleese..."


"Thanks, I owe you, but heheh, you really should try this taste...with a back taste of iron this smoke is great, heh thank you masked stranger."





The man called Maher was surprised by the sudden appearance of this man from seemingly nowhere. But it was indeed right about one thing, there was a smell of warm blood emanating from him; it would be a complete, utter lie to say he didn't notice it. From the looks of it, he just liked these psychotic, homicidal queerdo's that walked around he place slashing up whoever they want and whenever they want. The whole business was really dying down if this was the best they could muster. Even more surprising was the action that his hand seemingly performed without his will, handing a cigarette to the stranger that he acquainted himself with. You usually do that sort of thing when you're a year old when you don't have a fucking clue what you're doing! was the only thought that surfaced upon watching the giving through an unknown impetus. Rigby gazed up at the sky, glaring at whatever being forced him to handover one of his precious William's. Subsequently, said omnipotent deity stretched out his hand once again, making the Big Bad Wolf light the given-cigar. What the hell is going on?! Who's doing this?! was the angry, indignant mental mutterings of the Madman upon seeing the man walk away with a whiff of smoke being blown into the air at every step. This was a confusing night in more ways then one; the man was deeply pondering the nature of what happened. Various questions came to mind concerning the man, such as: was he some sort of god that willed Maher to give him a cigarette? Was he some sort of magician that manipulated his arm into handing/lighting the cigar? So many questions, so little time. Rigby had better things to do, number one trying to get some attention.


"My of my, my my my my my my my my, where has everybody gone?!" Rigby wondered in the street, turning his head frantically and eased by the sights of the walking civilians, "Ah, you set my heart at you ease you lot so you do, I am a happy man now. Wait a minute.....when am I not happy?! That is the question isn't it? It seems at this particular moment in time that I'm not getting that much attention, everybody seems to be doing there own thing! To have everyone's eyes on me, what should I do?! Kill someone? Nah, I'm not in the mood for eating something. Transforming partially? We're getting closer now...How about transforming...fully?! YES, YES YES! We haven't done that in years! And by years, I mean yesterday evening at precisely 7:43. Before I do that however, I don't know..."


Rigby fell to his knees, growling vehemently as the man soon began to thrash about on the ground. The cracking, re-shaping and elongating of bone was the only sound that was heard in the night air. A fleece of hair soon began to grow over the hulking, monstrous behemoth that emerged from the hunched body of Rigby Maher. A howl as loud as any ever roared reverberate throughout the city as the beast decided to walk on with seemingly no goal in mind.


(Anyone can reply!)

 

[Purpl]

(Doing this reply on cell, so it will look like crap)


Sitting in the corner, awaiting his strange fellow Sarah, he...heard? Something. Something out of the ordinary. There it was, over the bad techno music he could hear a howl.


" How was it possible to year a howl with this kind if music going on? It should not be possible." He thought


Startled, he rose up, thanks his drinking companion Tai and asked him to tell lady Sarah that he was sorry for bailing on her. He poured a small shot to himself and drank it before leaving the building. When leaving, his eyes widened big and he shut the door fast behind him. In the street, next to Mr.Braids, there had emerged a large. Large was an understatement, this wolf was humongous. It stood right next to Mr.Dreads. It looked like it might attack him, and that Nimensei could not have. For information purposes he needed him alive. Acting on a whiff he started running, his mind fighting his body, he did not want to die. Would he die? Why was he running towards a humongous transformed wolf?


To save information.


Information, of course it was about the information, he understood that it was the other ones will to save the information and putting himself at a risk.


When coming close to the dreaded man and the wolf he started yelling for him to turn around, to run. But he had to run all the way up, starting to drag the dreaded man away from the wolf.


"HURRY, GET A MOVE ON CAN YOU NOT SEE THE DAMN WOLF THAT WANTS TO EAT YOU?"


Standing there, just a few meters away from the big wolf, he was trying to save a mans life while putting his own a risk.


"What are we doing?" He said while lookin at the wolf towering over him

 

[Der Kojote]

A limo rolled up in front of the bar, yes indeed the king was watching. Looking around, he spotted a camera, he gave a visible nod and he entered it. He looked at the driver through the window. "You were sent by Miach?" The driver responded with a simple "Yes." Folowing up Gregory guessed probable location of destination. ""Taking me to Athenaneum's headquarters?" again the driver emotionless as before responded with "That again is correct." With that he felt the limo moving. He relaxed, the lights of the city passed him by, he went through the rich areas with the towering penthouses. He went through poor districts, starving huddled masses, R'leyh was amazingly terrible, one didn't even need to take the scenic route to see the polar opposites of this dismal city.


The limo stopped and the door opened, right in front of the headquarters, he stepped out and walked into the building. He looked at the front desk attendant. "Which way to the librarian?" She pointed to an elevator, and gave him the instructions. There was no need to inform Miach he arrived. He probably already knew.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Micah Ivory>

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"Apologies, but yes boss I do.... Please, if you have time, check out the cameras in the time square..." In less than a second he had four angles on the square. He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah Mancini. He's saying we didn't do our job in Russia. I don't know what to do right now... should I offer him a free assassination? Or take half the money? Or just shoot 'em all and steal it?" "Hrm..." As far as Micah knew, they hadn't done the job in Russia. Leaving R'lyeh was basically impossible, and the one guy they had managed to sneak out had just gotten out on accident. Last time he heard of that guy, he ran away from his duties and went home. Micah wasn't the vengeful type either, so he had just let the guy go. Instead, Micah thought it was interesting how Mancini managed to get onto the island. He always seemed awfully sure of himself, too. Like he had a way to get off. Not that it mattered, Micah was uninterested in a way off. Everything interesting in the world happened on R'lyeh.


A few new reports from random software and agents out in the streets popped up on his screen. "Whatever you do, it's your own responsibility. I just don't think it's worth the bother. Money isn't that important, we can basically seize any amount of money from any account in the world right now." That wasn't entirely true, those Swiss bankers knew what they were doing, but basically anywhere else. "I'd say don't do shit. But whatever." He stood up from his desk, and was about to go to look through one of the many bookcases lining the walls, when he saw that his honourable guest had arrived. It only made him stop momentarily though, Blitz would come up himself. This couldn't have been the first time he was here. Right? Eh, Micah didn't remember such trivial things. He quickly rushed up to a bookcase, and after a moment of scanning, he picked out a rather old looking book.


As he started flipping through the pages, his large ears twitched. He thought he heard something nasty. He slowly turned around and looked at the computer. He took a couple long steps and inspected the cameras. That was a pretty big werewolf. Not the biggest he'd seen, but definitely not small. He'd hung up his phone already, but it wasn't like he didn't have a hacked channel linked to his phone anyway. Some guy ran into the scene, and stepped in front of the large werewolf. Interesting. He held down the key, and said "Oi, Carlos. Change of plans. Use that crazy guy and this chaos to your advantage. We don't want that money to fall into the hands of some small-timer. Grab it and get out of there. Here, I'll give you a break." After he said it, he waited three seconds, and then shut down the electricity in that area. All the camera went black, except for one. It was a private portable camera, just looking out of a window, and it gave a pretty bad view. The only thing lighting anything up was the headlights of the cars. Perfect cover. Carlos should be able to slip out of that.


He closed his laptop and turned his attention back to the door of his office (more like a really over priced study really, it's an enormous room, almost 40m across and with a 5m tall ceiling) and to his book, awaiting the entrance of his guest.


@BrownBear


@Der Kojote


@Leijonion

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory opened the door, the enormity of the room hit him at that point. 40m across and 5m tall ceiling, bookcases and screens all along the walls, a fitting office for the one they called the Librarian, who apparently had been awaiting his arrival. Micah may have looked like some sort of stoner that one would find in an alley way or a street corner, but had the book smarts of a genius, and the street smarts to match. He looked wall to wall, books...so many books, hell, he wouldn't be surprised if he had an original Gutenberg Bible among the shelves, and those things rang up in the millions of dollars. The whole setup was amazing, Sure he'd inherited the operation from the old boss...but it was not bad for someone who'd probably not hit 30 yet.


Turning his attention to Micah he nodded, straightening his tie as he always did. It was a nervous habit but it at least served a purpose. "I thank you for the executive treatment, limos aren't something that I'm accustomed to. Though I doubt you brought me here to enjoy a drive through the city. What business do you wish to discuss?"

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira's grip tightens around her drink at the chilling howl. She would have heard it over the music one way or another but it certainly wasn't a pack member's howl. The rest of her tenses up when the lights go out, now something was definitely up and she had no intention of staying in a dark bar where she heard a fight brewing towards the restrooms and something of importance may be happening outside. She downs the rest of the drink and places some cash onto the bar before quietly slipping out into the dark night with only car headlights creating any light.


She rotates her shoulders a bit before in mere seconds, she was on her knees, white hair sprouting out, her face elongating until a white wolf was in her place. She always thought white was an unfortunate color in a city like this, it tended to stand out even at night, not to mention a pain to keep clean. Her gold eyes scan around the area, pausing on the man with dreadlocks across the street on a cellphone. It seems she was correct in that he would have had quite a few secrets to spill if she was able to influence him with her charms. She quickly turns her attention away from him knowing he was not the cause of that howl. And there it was, the largest werewolf she had ever seen, even compared to the third in command. She felt a slight twinge of annoyance when thinking about Lance, he tended to make it a hobby to get under her skin every time she saw him. She takes a few steps away from the bar entrance and keeps to areas where headlights wouldn't shine upon her as she was curious to see what was about to go down. She watched, in disbelief, the man from the bar, Nimensei she recalled, standing in front of the large brute. Was he just stupid or did he have a death wish?

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Micah Ivory>

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The doors opened and Gregory came into the room. Micah didn't have to look at him to know. Both because it was the logical answer, and because he sounded like someone familiar. He had his eyes closed and was intently focusing upon the closed book in his hands though. "I thank you for the executive treatment, limos aren't something that I'm accustomed to. Though I doubt you brought me here to enjoy a drive through the city. What business do you wish to discuss?" Micah opened his eyes and looked at the book again. Interesting. He raised his eyes and looked into the eyes of his guest, and realized how boring he must be seeming right now. Micah's serious expression changed to a smirk, and he responded "Oh if it isn't my favorite vigilante!" He stood up from the chair and raised his hand as a 'hello'. "What's up with this new name you've donned though? Blitz? But I guess it is fitting. German, no? Nevermind, it doesn't matter." He picked the book up and started slowly walking towards a staircase leading to the upstair part of the room. The 5m ceiling had to be utilized, and therefore an upper floor decorated the corners of the room. More space for books.


Once up there he looked over the railing, and raised his voice to say "Hold on, I'll be right with you!" before rummaging through a couple of boxes. While rummaging through them, he shouted "I suppose we haven't met too many times earlier, have we? As I'd imagine you'd understand, I know all sorts of things about you though. Good work keeping that area clear, I'd imagine it's hard work." He found what he was looking for, and let out a loud "Ah!" before taking a short hop over the railing, landing about 8m away from Gregory. He put a large box on the ground, and pulled up a stool standing by one of the taller bookcases. "You know, I was considering making you my second in command a while back, but that position was taken by another man with interesting contacts. Either way, pull up a stool, you'll love this." As he dusted off a large piece of rock.

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory chuckled at the blitz comment, "I honestly prefer Gregory... Blitz is just some idea I got... think of it as aggressive marketing. a lot more intimidating to the thugs on the street if you say it's blitz's territory rather than Gregory's, catches on a lot faster." He watched as Micah went around on the second floor, the comment about Micah knowing him did not surprise Gregory in the least. "If you didn't know about most of the people in this town, then you'd be doing a terrible job as the leader of gang that specializes information. But yes, even 4 buildings is hard to keep clean, but it pays off. the school kids were actually able to have recess OUTSIDE last week." It actually was something he was proud of, kids actually being able to be kids. "Still if the gang's territories keep shifting, don't know how long I can keep it clean." He was caught of guard by the second in command comment, and stayed silent.


"Either way, pull up a stool, you'll love this." Micah brought the piece of rock down, Gregory looked at it, odd that it was a rock...but he assumed there was more to it than that. "I'm going to assume it's magical and that's why you wanted me here." He sat down on chair looking at it. "alright...I'll bite, what do we have here?"