Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[AshenLily]

(Phone post. Sorry for any typos. Will try to edit later.)


Fayde hadn't planned to return, at all. She could tell by the man's man's gaze as she'd left that he'd tired of their games. Honestly, she didn't blame him, as she'd begun to tire, herself. She leaned toward the sink, splashing some cool water on her face, and sighing at the relief it provided. Fayde knew her limit, when it came to alcohol, and it was fast approaching.


Slipping out the restroom window, and into the cool night air, she was startled by a rather loud howl, as the power was suddenly cut. Suspecting trouble, she quickly shifted, and scaled the wall of the bar with some ease, looking for a better vantage point. She saw the source of the howl. The Wolf was incredibly large, in fact, the second largest she'd she'd seen, in her century of life. He only came in second to her former mate. She looked around quickly. There was the man she'd been speaking with in the bar, earlier. And he appeared to be in the midst of trying to get himself killed.


Fayde was definitely not the most powerful Lycan in the city. Fairly far from it, actually. However, she was the quickest, most agile wolf she knew of. Her lithe firm was made less for brute force, and more for quick, calculated strikes. Though the other wolf definitely dwarfed her, that didn't mean much, as far as she was concerned. Unsure of the wolf's intentions, Fayde decided to act, to ensure it claimed no victims this night. Leaping from the roof of the bar, she landed approximately six feet in front of the beast. Hackles raised, she released a defensive snarl, indicating that she didn't want any trouble, but would fight if necessary.


@Larry

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


Everett gave Abaddon a simple nod when he told him that if Athenaeum opposed them they would be made an example of. However the speech he gave took a toll on him, his exasperation at the world as of right now made it harder for him to keep up his usual outgoing personality and made him tired again. His mood was decreasing and he felt pretty irritable. How long it would be for them to even get close to awakening 'it' was something Everett admittedly did not know. He longed for the days to go by quicker but he has waited for centuries, he could wait for a little bit more but than again Everett despised being kept waiting, he was above that, he was king, everything should be at his beck and call.


"We may already rule Abaddon but we have yet to create a truly influential impact on this dull world..."


Generally Everett would only act like this in front of Abaddon, he'd show some of his true colors to him. Afterall it was tedious work acting so playful in front of everyone. "That's right I didn't exactly explain did I? I suppose I simply wanted to chat and tell you to keep an eye out for any funny business especially concerning Ambre. She's been to over confident lately and you know what that entitles."


@Prizzy Kriyze

We're going to timeskip soon! Everyone try to wrap up your posts sometime today!

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[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Micah Ivory>

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Micah smiled at the gentleman. "Just tell me if there's any trouble going on down there. I will be there personally to scare people off if that's what's needed." His expression jumped to a very serious one during the second sentence, as if to show that he meant it. He had a bit of a sweet spot for kids, and it mostly revolved around him having killed a child who was sent to murder him by another gang once. He blamed the child's death on himself, as he hadn't been strong enough to take the kid alive at the time.


"I'm going to assume it's magical and that's why you wanted me here. Alright...I'll bite, what do we have here?" Micah stopped dusting it off for a moment and looked up at the man. He thought for a moment, and then drew his hand over the stone plate one final time, removing most of the dust. "I hadn't even considered that." He inspected the rock closely. "I haven't felt anything about it, so if it's magical, then it's something way beyond my abilities. Psychometry is my thing, as you know, so I really wouldn't expect it to be magical. Then again, they are more difficult to use psychometry on than anything I've ever encountered before, so I suppose I wouldn't know. It's just very unlikely." He put the stone down on the floor. It was pretty flat, and now that it was hit by the light right, you could see that strange characters stretched over the entirety of it. Micah went through the box he brought with him, putting a bunch of old half-destroyed books and paper rolls on the floor next to it. He pulled another two rocks out of the large box, and dusted them off, putting them next to the first one.


"No, the reason I called you here was because I needed someone with your intelligence to help me. I have a lot of things on my mind, and therefore I can't focus entirely on this, which is what I would need to do to figure it out. Let me give you the rundown." He patted the box next to him, and continued "When the old Librarian died, he left a lot of things behind him. Some of them worthless," He pointed to the old Librarians tie collection, which took up a pretty large part of one of the walls, but was kept in his honour. "some of them quite useful," he indicated the entire room. "and some of them... Well, I don't know." He indicated the box.


"He didn't mention these things to me ever, so I just assume he saw some value in them and kept them. He wasn't a faerie, so he couldn't have understood what any of these meant, since he couldn't have used psychometry. Me, on the other hand, could. I've translated most of it, but I have no clue what it means. All these books are in the same language, and the wording sounds like it was written by cultists." Micah got up from his seat, and walked back to his desk. "The recurring theme of the scriptures is obvious, however." He turned, leaned on his desk, and looked at Gregory. "So, what I'm asking you is; What do you know about C'thulhu?" It felt like a cold wind blew through the room when he said the name. He could've sworn the lights flickered, but he might've been seeing things. Nothing more than a coincidence.


Instead of immediately waiting for Gregory's response, he opened up his laptop and quickly sent a message to Dylan and Carlos. "Things have changed. Instead of coming here now, I want you two here in my office by tomorrow at 9am." Once it was sent he immediately turned his attention back to Gregory.


@magikarpfever

 

[whateverwater]

With the bathroom taken apart and put back together, Ikaron's technology lust was satisfied. Going through a final test to see if each toilet, urinal, sink, and hand dryer work, he found they all work more or less. Even if the hand dryer occasionally puffed out black smoke and the urinals sometimes sprayed water out of their visible pipes, the machines were still operable. Noticing that some of the high energies have left the building, Ikaron decided that he too might leave and retire for the night. As he opened the bathroom door to leave, all the lights in the bar and even ouside went out. The brutes from before had been ramming a table against the door and now had backed up for another try. The moment the brutes saw the door open, they had began to run with all their remaining strength. Barely seeing the men rushing at him, Ikaron quickly teleported to where the entrance was. The brutes slammed the door open and crashed into the bathroom wall. Debris and screams filled the pitch black bathroom.


Ikaron had landed on a small table decorated with empty glass bottles when he teleported. One of the bottles had been broken and sliced his hand when he propelled himself toward the slight silhouette of a door. As he left the bar, he felt a dangerous energy surrounded by a few high energy people. 'It would be best to just watch' Ikaron decided after going through most of the possible options. Ikaron hastily made his way to a nearby alley. After dressing his wound with a ripped piece of his cloak, he sat on the filthy cement and cleared his mind. As he Closed his eyes, he concentrated on the energies around him and watched as they interacted from a bird's eye view.

 

[BrownBear]

Demon read the text he was dragged away by some annoying asshole. He quickly put it in his pocket and slipped out of his noddle like arms. Dude needs to lift.


"Three... two... one..."


The lights were off and in those three seconds he ran his fastest 20 yard sprint, opened the trunk of Mancinis car, and then held him at gun point. The lights were back on. "HEY BOSS! BOSS! MANCINI!" You could hear the yells from his 20 men pointing their guns. "Ok now shut the FUCK UP! GRAB THEM AND COME WITH ME!" Demon yelled putting his uzi in mancinis back. Mancini smirked and slowly did what he said. "Now we're backing up..." The two then began backing up towards Demons sports car. "Ok... now in the trunk." Mancini put the cases in the trunk. "Now get it in-" "WHATRE YOU DOING WITH HIM!" " Shut up! Youll see!" After a couple of seconds, Mancini was in the car and the two were off.


A block down, Demon let Mancini off and sped down Whiskey. He sped for what seemed like ages since that was such a crazy situation. Thank god he didnt have to fire a shot. Soon he was at HQ The Library, and he read the text, but he didnt care. He had to drop off the money and plus the artifacts, art, and books he got from Europe as requested by the boss. He didnt know the specifics, but he knew he almost fucking died over the course of a few weeks of robbing, stealing and excavating. It had something to do this city and IT. Whatever IT was.


He parked in front and soon enough a couple Athena members came and picked everything up from the trunk.


Satisfied that they were put safely away in the Hard drive, a secret underground safe under the library, He left the building shaking the hands of those who helped. He got in his car and speed further south reaching the ocean. He parked in to a warehouse, and going through a series of eye scans and finger scans he stepped in the home. A luxury house with a sea view. In his house he had security cyborgs that doubled as butlers. "Play Just For Tonight."


Once inside, he threw off his clothes going down to his underwear, handing them to his butler. He went in the kitchen and prepared coffee. As he drank he changed once more into workout clothes. He walked around sipping his coffee until he reached a door. He entered inside a personal dojo/gym. He quickly went on the tredmile first. "Ate too damn much.... from across the roooom.... here you tried to say goodbye.... trying to figure out my situation and clear my mind..... for tonight.... at least for tonight... at least for toniiiiiight." He put the speed at ten mph and began working...

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory felt relieved at Micah's promise, "thanks I'll keep that in mind. Nice to hear that." though the next part of what Micah's said concerned Gregory. At the utterance of the word Cthulhu, the hairs on the back of Gregory's neck shot straight up. Looking at the lights he could have sworn they flickered. He gave a look that was out of place on his face, one not of calm and in control, but of concern...worry. "I'm not usually a paranoid man...but...I could have sworn the lights flickered when you said that..." Though just as fast as it appeared it went away, focus returning to the man's face.


"Umm...lets see... I don't have nearly the same access to information as you but-" he paused looking at the stone and it's writing. almost as if recalling an off memory. "I've heard some things...the Shoggoth surprise... that bar brings in some unsavory characters... sometimes they're crazy...other times drunk...what's off is when it's both."


"It was about a year ago, some drunk wandered in. Mumbling to himself. Now, this wasn't normal talking to yourself, it was-" he paused to find the word, "unhinged...there was no sense to it, incoherent babbling, a lycan regular left the room. Better hearing and all. I asked him what the hell was going on with the guy. The lycan shook his head and said all he could make out was one word...'Cthulhu'." At that point the lights flickered again. He looked up, "Either that name needs to not be spoken aloud...or you need to get the electrician up here..."


he continued on with his story standing up and pacing. "I kept my ear to the ground after that...I'll I've heard is that whatever *it* is...it probably exists under the city...but what *it* does is powerful enough to want people to control it...or use it. Personally, if it drove people nuts like that last guy, I wouldn't want anything to do with that thing." He returned to his seat looking at his host. "Now that's as much as a half-informed street wise vigilante knows...what do you have?"


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[Larry]

Rigby was indeed surprised by the ruckus he erstwhile caused during his whole transformation; when he was in his early four-hundreds, this was something everybody did inside his head. There was werewolves, people, more werewolves, even more people, this place was absolutely teeming with life. There was no doubt in his mind that many of the so-called residents probably think that the beast that stood before them was going to go on a rampage of sorts. How wrong they were, all Maher wanted was some attention since finding some folk to spend time with you is so hard to do nowadays with them all keeping to themselves. It's not good to be by yourself all the time, you need company! was the ramblings that went on inside the behemoth's mind as it's head kept turning to meet all the people it had gathered together. Crossing it's arms, a firm nod of the head was the only sign of his satisfaction as it seated itself into the earth. With a few movements of his glutes, the werewolf moved it's to one side in an adorable, playful manner if weren't for the fact that he towered above those on the ground. These people are so serious my light-heartedness is becoming heavy! was another thought that ran into his mind with the seemingly sad attitude displayed by those in attendance; people really do not know how to smile nowadays do they?


The beast soon morphed into a smaller version of the hulk that sat there before, still just as menacing in a more diminutive form. However, unlike his last form, Rigby has the ability to talk, to converse in this form despite the otherwise ineloquent nature of what was the Madman's appearance.


"How serious you all are!" the deep, bestial voice of the wolfman rang throughout the streets as he walked around on the spot, "I can't even transform without getting death threats from the lot of you! My oh my how so stuck up you people are! Have you people ever smiled before?! Of course you have albeit might have been short, sweet and there because you had no choice! If you've noticed by now, I tend to ramble on about things that usually have little or no intelligence shown between the lines, just the way I like it! So, you can all go back to whatever you lot were doing; be it sucking the blood of some poor virgin you've happened to come across on a lonely night out with your glass of wine! Or finishing your meal that happened to be your own personal assassin who wasted they're time to hunt you down! Or something else that is highly typical or stereotypical of what you actually are! This one-sided conversation has been a rather funny engagement there is no doubt about that, this old man needs some company now and then although I don't look it!"

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[Purpl]

When the lights went black, sh*t went down, it really did. As Nimensei stood next to a transformed Lycan, making his move on the Dreaded man. Thinking he was protecting him Nimensei let his hands down the dreaded mans pocket and fished up a cellphone. At the midst of everything, the dreaded man had started a fight with Mancini, some petty fight over money. Sure, money did buy the most things in this town but he did not think The Athenaeum was in need of that kind of money. Ahh, well, he got his hands on what he wanted, the cellphone. Smirking towards the dreaded man as he was placing himself into the car. He held up the phone and showed it to him, then Nimensei started to run towards a side alley, giggling as he heard the big lycan de-morph in to a smaller state. He was making a ruckus again, this man did not know how to be quiet and silent, he was looking for attention . He turned around before entering the valley, taking up something of his pocket and tossing it to the masked man.


"HEY! Mask man, take this and be quiet!" the bag had two cigars that he had found in Mr.Muttons home.


"Smoke them and, hihhh, stay quiet or you'll get in trouble" he turned around, rushing into the alley. There was a severed head with lipstick on it's cheek in the alley, he thought it was a nice touch with the head, clean cut off as well, impressive. To this, there was a girl standing and playing violin. A violin? Why? He did not know, a few steps more and he passed another girl who was pale, obviously a vamp, seemingly having ITS teeth out. He saw the lipstick on the lips, and understood it was her work with the head.


"Oh! Oh! It was you who killed that one, with the head severed, hehehhhhh, good job! Well done! It looks marvelous, i hope you enjoyed it...yes..yes you should have enjoyed it" he said while still running.


He started making his way back to his apartment, some distance off.


Finally at home, he slid down in his comfortable couch with a large can of water and some grapes. He pulled up the stolen phone, it was well used. He wonder what secrets could be on here, and just hoped that there were no password or anything on it. Crossing his fingers while opening it, closing his eyes as hard as he could, when opening them he saw there was no password for the phone and he got in. Full of joy he almost started jumping in the couch, he had what he wanted, it was perfect. This would be his way up, or in, up and in perhaps. He went in to contacts and searched through. This guy had A LOT of contacts in it. But he was looking for one in particular, and there he found it.


Micah, The Librarian, Ivory


He wondered why he even listed him as the librarian, perhaps he did not think that anyone would steal his phone. Well, it might have just been a lucky break for him that he stole it at just that time. But, he felt good about it none the less. People should be careful in this town, not having a password on your phone and openly spelling out high ups numbers..heh yes, reckless indeed. He pressed the contact and went to send a text message to The Librarian.

Micah, The Librarian, Ivory

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Found you.

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I have been...searching for you, or well, i heard about you and am very curious about you...

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I might have some information that you want

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What do you know about cross-species breeding?

He didn't expect any answer soon, putting on some music, some REAL music, not the ones that were played in bars. He felt that he did good, first the contract, then the information and now this.


"You like this too, don't you?" He thought


"Yes, very much, you did good tonight"


"ahh, hehehe, no no, we did good"


Tilting his head back to the couch, he tried to sleep. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[AshenLily]

Fayde cocked her head, and raised an eyebrow as the hulking wolf before her shifted into a smaller form, and then began to address the others present. "You're a damned fool," she spat. "Whatever you'd hoped to accomplish is beyond me. You're lucky I didn't rip your throat out on the spot." Though she wasn't sure as to what the outcome of the fight would have been, there was no reason to let the other creature know that. Besides, in his larger form, she would have been able to easily outmanuever him. While a single blow would have likely ended her life, Fayde was confident one would never have landed. Glancing at the bystanders around them, she shifted uneasily. Of all things, this was an easy way to attract attention. And she didn't like it.


Quick as she could, Fayde bolted to a nearby fire escape, quickly scaling it with ease, and continuing along her way toward her home. Her business for the night concluded, it was time for a bit of rest.

 

[whateverwater]

Ikaron listened as a voice that sounded of a beast rambled on about the people that had gathered in front of him. Thoroughly confused by the situation, he decided to leave and find a place to sleep.


He dusted off his cloak with his unharmed hand when he noticed that he had sat on pieces of trash and unknown liquid. Shifting his attention to the alleyway, Ikaron saw it was devoid of people, yet littered with garbage. Undisturbed by this contradiction, he walked through the alley only thinking of finding a place to sleep.


After roaming through the city and avoiding trouble as much as he could, he finally found his paradise. A relatively clean playground that had castle-like features gave Ikaron the impression that he had found an abandoned fortress. "What interesting style." he proclaimed in amazement. Rushing up the stairs and climbing through the obstacles, he found himself at the highest point. The highest point was constructed to appear tower-like. Attached to the tower was a tunnel slide and a ladder that led to the lower parts of the playground. (Refer to image if you want a more descriptive and visual representation)

Tired from traveling, discovering, and circumventing fights, Ikaron let his body lay on the slightly uncomfortable floor. Gradually his thoughts faded and he drifted to sleep.

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira watches as the black wolf enters the scene and just as quickly leave it. She turns her attention towards large werewolf, who was now slightly smaller. Apparently he was just putting on a show for shits and giggles, she growls a bit under her breath; it seemed disgraceful to werewolf kind to be show-offy. But that was just her opinion. She shifts back into her human form and quickly starts her way back towards HQ, the sound of her boots echoing in the night. It was obvious the large werewolf wasn't attempting any trouble, not on purpose at least so it was none of her concern. Besides, it was getting too crowded on the street for her liking, she liked to keep that she was 2nd in command to the Shreds quiet or she'd never get information out of anyone. And the more people there were, the more likely she was to be recognized.


She arrives at shreds headquarters after a bit and makes her way to Shirotae's office to check in. She soon finds he's not currently in and figures it's for the best anyways. It's not like she had much to report anyways but the series of strange events made for a somewhat interesting evening. She starts to pull the pins out of her hair that kept it up in the hairstyle she was currently wearing as she made her way back towards the stairs to head upstairs where her "apartment" was kept. She preferred to stay at HQ, some other members had places around the city but she preferred it here where she could be on call and ready at a moment's notice and besides it was a bit safer than a place of her own in the city. She didn't need much space anyways, it was just a place to sleep after all.

 

[BrownBear]

After he was done and showered, Demon checked his phone... wait... wheres the phone? He scampered all over the warehouse for a bout 30 minutes until he realized... that assassin guy... he took the phone. "... Fuck my life." Demon grabbed his forehead as he stood in the living room in his underwear. "Problem Sir?" "No no... Just prepare wine and weed out on the porch I will need it." "Yes sir.... oh by the way sir. You have received a lot of mail while you were gone. I advise you check." "Thank you Reginald." He watched as the cyborg entered the cabinets and refrigerator and set up on the porch in the back. Demon rubbed his head as he checked the mail on the coffee table in the living. "... Play





... I want to be classy tonight... lord knows tomorrow will suck."
He skimmed through the emails... bill, bill, bill, bills just bills that were automatically paid for. When he picked up the phone bill he considered call the company and shutting off his phone, but decided it was best not to right now. He had a tracker on it anyways... almost every phone did these days. So if he was serious about catching him he would later, when his boss gave the ok tomorrow... if he did:p.


Demon sighed as he crumpled up all the papers, then there was a letter left.... metal one. In digital letters it read, "Primo... open when you feel ready." Demon froze then threw the letter across the room to the other couch. Not in an angry way but more in a surprised, scared way. He looked at it for a while before turning around and to head outside. He was not going to open that letter anytime soon....


Once outside he thanked the two butlers that served him. He contemplated about his past now. His family, his old life.... his lost legacy... it depressed him so much. Sometimes he couldnt cope about the things that happened to him in his life. And being in this city made it worse somehow. He was scared to open the letter, but at the same time relieved. Relieved that he was no longer alone in this world. He shook his head and decided it was best to self medicate and not worry. This was how he coped.


He rubbed his hands and smiled. "Ahh... white wine and strains of various kinds... Cheers." He vaped, he bubbled, smoked, and drank. Suddenly his past, and future was nothing. All that mattered was now. He looked down a couple feet at his personal dock, and his nice boat. He smiled as he looked at the full moon, and felt that great breeze. All that mattered was this music and now.... music and now.... music and.... now....

 

[divyansh]

( time to losen the dark tone a little bit )


Well Lance did not have a home and even if he did no one knew of it and so Lance would himself mostly spend his time at the shreds HQ, it was not a lively place and the seldom life that was poured in it was down by Lance's prank. As the third in command he was normally stationed in the HQ, in case if something happened which mostly didn't. Lance liked the kin and was extremely loyal but that did not stop him from having occasional brawls or playing the seldom pranks.


Today too Lance was in the HQ maybe waiting for some happening. He wore the usual purple shirt with a pair of black pants and a dark vest with a tie but today there was something different, today he also bore a tiny grin over his face. Lance possessed that wicked grin because he had something planned maybe one of his pranks. The grin widened as he say Kira entered the HQ and went for his apartment. Lance smirked as he spoke in a almost inaudible tone, " Welcome back my Arc-Nemesis ".


Lance chased after Kira walking slowly making no sound. He forced out a cough as Kira approached the door of her apartment. Maybe Lance was trying to gain her attention. He smiled devilishly as he said, " You might not wish to go inside. ". Well Kira normally would not listen to Lance's advise knowing that he is always trying to fool her but maybe this time he was not trying to fool her maybe this time he was attempting to be helpful but then again this could just be a prank.

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira lets out a sigh at hearing Lance behind her before turning around. She leans against her door frame, looking back at her door before back at Lance. "And why would I not want to go inside to a place that you know you're not allowed to set foot in?" She says with a slight growl under her breath. She was still buzzing slightly from the vodka and her mood could go either way at this point. And it seemed Lance was itching to make her irritable. She grabs a hold of the doorknob turning it slowly before looking back at Lane to see his expression before she opened it completely.

 

[divyansh]

Lance knew well that he could not enter her apartment, the alpha had said so after the countless pranks that Lance had played over at Kira. Well the alpha never said he could not send someone else. As Kira pushed the door knob, Lance smirked. He did know what was going to happen but was dumbstruck when something even better happened. The bucket that he had placed over the door fell at Kira's head but unluckily or well luckily it did not go as Lance's favorite shows depicted, the bottom of the metal bucket collided at Kira's head before tilting to a side and so pouring all the water over her head.


Lance controlled his laugh, his face looking rather weird as he tiered to control it. He raise both his thumbs upward and just showed them to her as he spoke, " Well I think I should leave, no one likes a wet cat after all ". After saying so he laughed hysterically, well why wouldn't he, his prank went well. Well even better then he had hopped for. He kept laughing unaware of how Kira was reacting but whatever she could do was nothing compared to the bliss that Lance had just acquired.

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


Everett remembered Cairn alright, that sneaky bastard, if only he got to hm first, he would have made a grand spectacle of his death. Maybe some hacksaws and rope, some decapitation or maybe he would have cut off his arm and made him eat it, or feed him Vampire blood. The possibilities were endless. While fantasizing about the things he could have done he heard Abaddon complain about how all the old Vampires were dying. It was true, although powerful the old Vampires were simply dying out, be it from suicide or the new technology rising up. The irony that a lot of Vampires were now only living to their 90s before succumbing to some type of mental disorder or dying at the hands of a Vampire hunter. Because of that Vampires weren’t able to reach the age where they were considered an Elder, hell he only knew a handful of Vampire who reached their winged beast stage and earned a pair of wings, himself included.


"Good night Abaddon~" Everett replied with a short wave, still a bit immersed in his thoughts.


Watching him walk out the doors Everett downed the last of his wine. For some reason Everett was feeling pretty drained right now, it was weird as usually he was never tired, he rarely slept as it was. Maybe it was all the talk about how worthless the world was or that Elder Vampires were dying out that made him feel this way. Even then instead of sleeping Everett went up to his bookshelf and pulled out a heavy tome. The cover was dusty and torn and the pages were frayed with age. Opening it up Everett went back to his plush couch and started reading well into the night.

Timeskip!
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It was morning at R'lyeh now, nothing much changed. It got a little lighter but clouds created a canopy in the sky and it was raining hard. Crime rates weren’t as high in the morning but again crime was still present. The weather gave the city a depressing vibe to the already bleak atmosphere...

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira twitches as the bucket hits her head and lets out a gasp as the cold water poured over her. Her blonde hair going from curly to straight in a matter of seconds. She looks to Lance at hearing his laughter, she twitched again as she tried to keep composure but was failing quickly. She stares at him for a moment before spinning around, slamming him against the wall with her leg, her boot to his neck. The heel, a sharp point, just off to the side of his neck. She presses it firmly against his wind pipe as she glares at him before her dangerous stare turns to a smirk. "If a cat is what you see me as then I must inform you I am quite capable of using my claws." She drops her leg, unpinning him from the wall. "You could have at least gone with something more original. I have to give you a low score for creativity" She was quite used to his pranks, they still got to her even though she tried to show no reaction, her temper often got the best of her. Apparently, he was resentful of her position and not being a purebred. "If you wanted an update on tonight's events you can forget about it" She kicks the bucket at Lance before making her way into her room, slamming the door.


The next morning Kira made her way out of her room, making a note to change her door lock. She locks the door anyways, slipping the key in her cleavage, the only place she found safe after Lance's pick-pocketing skills at snatching it from her pockets. She was wearing a pair of black tights and a long red shirt that hung off one shoulder with black riding boots. She makes her way downstairs, mentally planning out her day and deciding what she wanted for breakfast, just trivial things over all.

 

[Leijonion]

Dylan combed his hand through his hair when Carlos gave him the task to watch the werewolf. He watched him leave, and he sighed. He was't a babysitter, but he decided to humor him, if only for a moment. He loitered in front of a nearby store, obviously not happy to be there. When he got the boss's text, he was busy cleaning the dirt from underneath his fingernails. He brushed his hair back again when he got the text, quickly scanning the street for Carlos. He certainly didn't expect him to push his car's key into his hand. Dylan was about to say something, but he instead reverse pick-pocketed Carlos, slipping his key into his back pocket when he turned around. If there was one thing to say about Carlos, it was that he was easy to trick. He hoped that wouldn't ruin them one day. He took one more look at the girl with the violin, decided she was okay, and left.


When Dylan got to the front steps of the library, he got another message from the boss. He sighed and continued through the library, only now instead of going to the boss's, he went to his own room, a little glad that he didn't have to do anything until tomorrow.


The next morning, he rose when the sun rose, the same time he does every day. Dylan made his way to a nearby diner for breakfast, only coming back to meet his boss. When he got close to his office, Dylan checked his watch. He was bit early. He hoped he wouldn't have to engage in small talk with the boss. He stepped into the secretary's office, giving her a short wave as he moved into the boss's office.


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[divyansh]

Yesterday surely was not surprise, he would often be beaten if not bullied by Kira for his pranks. Though yesterday she seemed rather extra furious, maybe she was drunk. Well Lance would now have to go through some trouble finding the key again. Lance had went back to well no where specifically after he had crashed on his knees trying to gasp for breath prior to the bucket hitting his head. Well Lance never retaliated for what Kira did, he did know he had it coming and fighting a senior would be foolish nonetheless.


Well it was a new morning but today the rays of the sun did not greet Lance a good morning. It seemed that the sun had shy away under a blanket of clouds but that did not mean that Lance would stay asleep. Lance who was lying on the table, lost his precious sleep by the sound of heavy heels crashing at the floor. It was none other then Kira herself, she seemed to be going out maybe to get a meal, the thought of meal made Lance's stomach growl.


Lance shoved a hand into his pocket realizing he was out of any money. He frowned as he knew that he can't get a good meal without money. Maybe Lance could pickpocket Kira's key and bargain it for some cash. Lance hurriedly rose up and went behind Kira. He had messy hair, his tie was out of order but Lance could care less for such petty issues, to him his hunger dominated all other needs. Lance poked Kira's shoulder, " Morning " he said.

 

[whateverwater]

Ikaron woke to the harsh rain beating away at the roof of his temporary domain. "What to do.. What to do.." he spoke to himself with a groggy tone. His eyes glazed over as he stared out his tower window at the melancholy appearance of the city. A thought entered into existence and vyed for Ikaron's attention 'Training might be the correct thing to do...' His reaction to the thought seemed delayed, but he was merely wondering how to train. 'The rain can be my weight.' he somberly decided as he readied his mind. Visualization and concentration are key to most kinds of magic and Ikaron's style is not excluded. Starting small he designates a 2 meter horizontal square of air to be the stopping point for the rain. Like the sensor in the hand dryer yesterday, he would stop the drop of water when it touched the square. The water began to travel over each other and form a waterfall where the square's sides end. Ikaron took the waterfall as a confirmation to increase the squares surface area. Gradually he began to hold the water above the whole playground. The rain had become a very tiresome burden, but he kept his concentration and visualization in check. 'It hurts.., but that's the essence.. of training' he reminded himself as he held off feelings of exhaustion.

 

[BrownBear]

"Beep... beep.... be-" demons dark hand quivkly met with the clock. ".... fuckin early...." he yawned as he sat up from his bed. It was six thirty am. Time to train, bake, and eat. He got dressed in workout clothes, made coffee thwn headed out on the porch to stretch. He did interval training on the beach then swam around the ocean for a while. Once inside he cookd himself an egg sandwich as he ripped a bong a few times. He picked out his suit for the day and read the newspaper. He listened to opera as he worked on a crossword puzzle hed been working on. He looked at the clock and decided to go. In fifteen minutes he drove to HQ and was there by nine. He stood outside the bosses office yawning a bit with his ray bans on. He was still feeling the jetlag and as really tired....

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Micah Ivory>

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"I'm not usually a paranoid man...but...I could have sworn the lights flickered when you said that..." Micah raised an eyebrow. Maybe he hadn't imagined it. Words had power, he guessed. He listened to his story, and his interest was indeed piqued. Corrupted minds? You'd think you'd be able to feel something that was so powerful it could cause changes to minds all the way up here, if it was indeed buried below the city, but you couldn't. Or maybe it's just always been there, and he'd gotten used to it..? No reason to stick on that subject, there was no way of proving it.


"Now that's as much as a half-informed street wise vigilante knows...what do you have?" Micah smiled, and pointed at the box. "I have that. And now it's all yours. Despite the uh... Weird light reaction, I don't think we should say that name anymore, by the way, it might not be anything more than a myth. I don't have time to spend on myths. What I want you to do, is to take that mess of things, read it, and try to figure it out. It all seems like a bunch of bad riddles and anxiety poems to me, but you might find a deeper meaning. Do this, and in exchange I will ensure the safety of your block. I'll even send guys there, and officialy declare it as under my watch, and if there's anything else that I could get you... Shoot." He walked back around the desk and towards the door. "But please do think about it. I'm planning on getting work done tomorrow, so I should get to bed. Feel free to ask the girl by the desk where you can sleep if you plan on staying. Tell me your decision in the morning. I'll be in my office from 6am."


Just before going to bed, his phone buzzed. From... Carlos? What the hell did he wan... Ooh.

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Found you.

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I have been...searching for you, or well, i heard about you and am very curious about you...

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I might have some information that you want

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What do you know about cross-species breeding?

Micah chuckled. Who did this guy think he was? He didn't think Carlos would risk his job like this. He had enough trust in the man not to go look for a camera of him right now. It was probably just stolen from him or something. A decision the thief would live to regret.

Carlosface

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What do you know about cross-species breeding?

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I'm pretty sure that is when you take two things from different species, and you cross 'em. Well, my personal favorite is the King Shepherd. As far as I know they're a mix between German Shepherd dogs and Shiloh Shepherds.

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Honestly, that's more of a cross-race thing, my bad.

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This isn't how it works. You pay, you get information. It's not information for information unless it is specifically stated. You have, however, made a great mistake by stealing my subordinate's phone. I will give you one free piece of advice: Run.

He sighed a bit disappointedly at his last message. Too serious. He should've just left it at the jokes. Ahh, too tired to care.


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Bleak morning. Not unusual. Seemed like it was the only kind around, to be honest. Micah stretched his arm and donned his regular apparel. Today was going to be interesting. He felt it in his bones. His bedroom was a lot less exquisite than the office, and that was mostly by choice. The office was fancy so that guests would be intrigued, and it was large so it could fit as much information as possible. His bedroom was more for convenience, and it was a lot more secure. Well, at least when he was in it. The office was practically impossible to get into without having the key, and the key stayed on Micah. Always.


He walked down the stairs and into his office. He leaped over his desk and landed in the chair quite graciously, causing it to spin 180° and look out the window. He put his feet up on the frame, and pushed a key on his desk, calling out for someone to bring him coffee. After a happy intern had brought him coffee, put together the box for Gregory (if he was going to accept it), and even found all of his translation notes, he felt quite satisfied. He'd never admit it, but living as the Librarian really had it's ups and downs. He looked at his watch. 6:12 am. Nice. Plenty of time in the day left.

 

[BrownBear]

Demon mustve been so high he didnt realize he had done everything three hours prior. "6:12.... mustve been up by two.... fuck..." He yawned and stepped away from the door leading to michas office and walked down the large hall. He went to the back and opened the door to his own office. He had nice windows and a nice desk but nothing too major. The space was nice enough for some furniture and a mini fridge. He walked over to hia wooden desk and looked through papers and emails. Of what? He didnt know. Whatever the hell a second in command does. He worked for a couple minutes then began drowing... he took a vape pen from his desk and put some extracts in it. He sat on the couch facing the window looking outside and smoked awhile before falling asleep

 

[Der Kojote]

"Do this, and in exchange I will ensure the safety of your block. I'll even send guys there, and officialy declare it as under my watch, and if there's anything else that I could get you... Shoot." Gregory was stunned...those were the words that he had longed to hear, All he had to do was figure out a damned box and the secrets that lied within. It wasn't even a deal with the devil, like it would have been if he had dealt with the bloods. Negotiations had been successful, protection would be had. As Micah walked out, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The offer of rest for the night was welcomed, as soon as he could he asked the woman at the front. The small guest bedroom was nice, and the prospect of safety set his mind at ease enough that he quickly feel asleep.


The alarm rang at 6:00 AM, bolting Gregory upright. He wanted to get this deal in place and fast. The longer he waited on getting this deal closed, also increased the chance that something may happen. Negations are taking place, meant that he was going to be gone for a while. Maybe an extra night, still Mom and Dad couldn't hold down the fort forever. After cleaning himself up a bit, he again walked towards Micah's office. Seeing him in he entered "I can't refuse an offer like the one you made last night, your price is fair, compensation more than bountiful, especially under the circumstances of the time...we have a deal...I'll try and pry whatever meaning there is to these rantings..."

 

[Felicity]

"Ugh..." Ambre growled, a noise that signified that she had a lovely nights sleep. That however, didn't change the fact that she had an important job today, and the fact that it was taking place so early was none to pleasing. Ambre wasn't quite fond of the morning. No reason in particular, she just felt that the night suited her more and her track record showed it.


Rising up from the bed, her hair now in messy curtains, framing her face and shoulders, Ambre gazed around the room. Everett treated his "children" with the best, so long as they were the best. Her apartment showed it. Although it didn't come close to the Kings penthouse, she was willing to bet it was at least better than fifty percent of the city. At least she had running water and a fridge full of blood. The apartment had a modern-contemporary theme, cold, clean, extravagant, just to her liking.


She wandered over to the windows, a large portion of the walls, floor to ceiling. There she examined the wee hours of the morning, blanketed in precipitation. This didn't really affect her mood. The weather was the least of her problems. She simply smirked, laughing at herself. She had no one else to blame but herself for being here. In truth, she wouldn't have it any other way. In her eyes, one only saw the darker side of the city when they exposed themselves to it. Which yes, did happen, but even then she knew she had all this to come back to. She glided over to her bathroom, her chiffon robe dragging behind her.


"What to adorn today?" she mused. It was important she looked her best, she had to be formal and polite. She was representing the Bloods to a rival gang, and had to make a good impression. After all, who wanted to do business or meet with some rag tag gang? "Ah, yes... you'll do," she purred as she pulled out a rare number in her collection. It was safe to say that ninety five percent of her wardrobe consisted of black but this, no, this was a concoction of gold, silvers, and peachy tones. Yes the Versace (hair, shoes, makeup, also similar to photo) ready to wear was one of her favorites. Clearly it wasn't something she would wear for most other jobs but this wasn't other jobs.


Now ready, Ambre rang up one of her subordinates, who was now on his way in a flashy company car. Gotta love the perks, she thought. To get in the mood she had a quick drink from her stash in the fridge. She imagined that refrigerated blood was the vampiric equivalent to human leftovers, always better fresh. With that, up rolled her "servant," Nadine, a nerdy little rat who worked in the bowels of the Bloods, really just grunt work was what he did.


"You are late..." she hissed as she got in the car, glaring at him. "You don't want to be stuck in your position forever do you? No? ...Then drive!" and of course, off they went.


The headquarters of the Anthanaem. Well one of them, she figured. Those information rats probably had holes in the walls everwhere, probably had their own surveillance system wired through out the whole island. "I'm not sure how long I'll be here... just make sure your right here when I call you and tell you what time to be." She rose up out of the car like a water fountain being turned on for the day. She patted the hood of the car and Nadine was out of sight. She took a breath and strode up to the building.


It was rather nice inside. Of course it was though. Duh, Ambre said to herself. With her signature smile she addressed the sweet voiced secretary. "Hi, I'm here to see the Librarian. I believe someone called earlier to set something up?" which they had, she had Nadine do it. "My names Ambre." She waited for the girl to buzz her in. Or what ever she had to do, she really didn't care.


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