Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Micah Ivory>

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"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..." After the first three steps he'd figured out who it was. He didn't need to hear his voice to know, once again. Micah smirked. He was getting pretty good at this sonic psychometry stuff. It did help having the large ears of a faerie though. He kicked off from the windowframe, and spun 180° back around, putting his feet down on the desk this time. He greeted Gregory with a smile. "I'm happy that's your choice." He opened his laptop with his right hand, and pressed a few buttons. "If I could ask you to carry the box yourself, that would be amazing. The stones are lighter than you'd expect. An armored car will be outside. 6 of my more trusted soldiers are inside. They'll escort you home, and follow your orders. I have already made the arrangements, everything will be handled per automation now. There's three squads, and they'll cycle through themselves over the days. Squad switches at 6am, 2pm, and 10pm."


He stod up from his desk, and grabbed a small wad of money out of his pocket, and threw it across the room to Gregory. "For your troubles. Also, I suppose I haven't told you, and that's entirely my fault, but I will consider you an ally from here on out. This simply means that I might call on you in times of trouble for your help. I expect that to be-" He was cut off by a buzzer. "Yes, what is it?" "There's a lady calling herself Ambre here. She claims we've been informed about this." He stood there in silence for a few seconds. He had not been informed about this. Either his chain of intelligence had failed him, or this woman didn't have very trustworthy subordinates. The latter was more likely, but the first wasn't impossible. Trivial things like meetings are often overlooked. Ambre though... Where'd he hear that name. Ah yes! That was it! He snapped his fingers, which must've sounded weird through the speakers. "Ah, yes. Let her in." He turned towards Gregory again. "If you'll excuse me, something interesting is about to go down. If you've got questions... Well, wave at a camera or something. I'll have to ask you to leave now."


He sat down at his desk, facing the door. It wasn't every day they got a visit from another gang, let alone Bloods. Those fat-cat-capitalists almost never did anything with another gang. Well, at least nothing friendly.

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira glanced over her shoulder as Lance poked her, but knew who it was before hand. She raises an eyebrow at his appearance. "If you make yourself decent you can join me for breakfast. Though you hardly deserve it" She stops and turns around. She waves her hand at him. "Hurry up. I'm hungry" She folds her arms across her chest with a sigh. Though he was obnoxious at times, he was still a pack member, even if she didn't find his pranks nearly as amusing as he did. She lets out an impatient sigh as she waits for him to fix his hair and tie. "I'm going to the diner a few blocks down so if you're coming along you don't have to look perfect just not homeless as you currently do." She was tempted to let him go hungry but a hungry werewolf tended to be grumpy and not very useful. Once Lance was somewhat presentable she makes her out of HQ and the dreary city streets, opening red umbrella as she did so.

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory nodded to the comments and slid the wad of cash into his wallet, "I was going to offer my services as a spell caster, Least I could do, if you need back up, you got my number." Though at that point Micah was already focusing on more pressing business, Gregory had been asked to leave, and he was fine with that. He picked up the box, not too heavy, as had already been indicated. A bit of divination here, some scrying there, the secrets these ramblings contained would be revealed to him. He left the building heading as indicated to the armored vehicle. The soldiers already were there as promised. he addressed the commander, "You ready to depart?" "Yes sir." Gregory gave one of his sharp nods. "Excellent. You've probably already been briefed?" "Yes we have, 4 buildings, not that hard to guard. Thugs won't touch a soul. Our presence might just scare of other thugs from the area." A calm smile slid across Gregory's face. More people not under stress? Well that was an interesting Idea...but his mind snapped back to the situation. Micah had been kind enough to provide soldiers to defend the established territory. Any expansion would have to go through him. Currently at least he could be at ease knowing that the area now was under Anthanaem protection. Potential expansion plans would have to be drawn up later.


He paused momentarily as he sat down in the back of the truck. Wait expansion plans? Why was he thinking about expansion plans?! A confused look crossed his face, at which point a solider nodded,


"What was that?"


"That look...same one I had when I got employed, and it hit me."


"What hit you?"


"The fact I was officially in the gang. Welcome to the Anthanaem Sir."


As the truck started moving, he looked like he was about to say something but then paused and sat back.


Yeah he kinda was.


(and unless I check early in the morning...that'll be my last post till late night EST tomorrow Please don't get 20 pages ahead xD )

 

[Felicity]

A glare was fixed on the secretary, Ambre watching intently as she made her com call. "-claims we've been informed of this-" She swore, if that bug Nadine didn't do as she had ordered, she'd break his wrist, or both... and his leg. The thought of his bones splintering was interrupted by the secretary motioning towards what she assumed was his office, confirming her access. Ambre smiled sweetly and was on her way, rolling her eyes as soon as she turned around. Chipper little bimbo, she all but scoffed.


As she approached the Librarians domain, the doors opened, giving her sight into the large, book clad room. Along with books, monitors littered the walls and she also took note of the second floor. It was... larger than she had expected. With the wine bottle swinging at her side, she stopped just inside the room, gazing at it all, scanning for Ivory. There at his desk he sat. Her face, no doubt, was lit up.


"Ah, the infamous Librarian! How lovely to see you," she chimed, striding up to him from across the room. "I don't believe we have met before." Not that they needed to, he probably knew everything about her. Hopefully not everything. She didn't sit of course, instead she held out the bottle of wine, showcasing it to him. "A gift from my most humble King," she purred.

 

[BrownBear]

"... Fuck... Yes... Yes.... fuck..... Yes...... come on... fuck you!" Demon was awake now after a little nap. He was playing angry birds on his laptop. He gave a big sigh, bored. His mind wandered back to the letter. He began thinking of his cousin... his parents... his brother... he knew his cousin was alive but now the rest. Demon didnt know if it was the right time to open it now. He felt something big was going around the city, which he wanted be more a part of since he was a historian and all, but no. He was instead in this office, doing paperwork instead of fielding. This incredibly upset him, depressed him, and bored him all at one time. He must be getting sober. He took his vape pen and began puffing. He closed his eyes as he listened to the pouring rain outside. He pictured his old life in Miami as a kid. When he wasnt gangbanging he was at the beach or skateboarding. He spent some parts of his summers with his Primo and his family in Dominican Republic. Those were good times... not peaceful until he reached the academy, but good. He had a nice home in DC after graduation. He partied... he... he had a girlfriend. He visited his parents and bought them shit. He used to call his brother... Demon teared up a little bit, began furiosly sucking on the weed vape. He then stood and grabbed some weed brownies that were in his desk. When he opened it he saw a picture of him with short hair, in uniform next to his older brother. He quickly grabbed the brownies, and yoga mat in the corner of the room, and left his office. He took the fire stairs up the roof, leaving his clothes at the top of the stairs, leaving him in just his underwear and Ray Bans. Once outside in the rain he walked forward and set up a small dummy. He came here often and did this to let off steam, so did as he usually did. He began with yoga stretches, then did slow tai chi to calm himself... eventually he went ahead began practicing muay thai, with the rain beating against him, cooling his red eyes...


Was it weird? Yes. But he's blasted so...

 

[Purpl]

Nimensei awoke, jumping out of the couch like a cat, stretching and making sure he could move his body as he wanted. Feeling a bit sore from sleeping in the couch, he sighed. He opened the balcony door to let in the morning and the sun, so he thought, it was raining and a cool breeze swept across his face as he stepped out in to the rain and felt relieved. The rain was his favourite weather, it was something peaceful and pure about it. Leaving the door open, he went in and picked up the phone he had stolen last night, frowning at the response he had gotten.

Micah, The Librarian, Ivory

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What do you know about cross-species breeding?

right

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.

right

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

right

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.

Well...this librarian guy needed to remove his stick in his arse Nimensei thought.


Sighing and starting to answer he felt a cool chill in his spine, it was correct though, that he should run. But if the librarian wanted him dead, he would be dead any second, or even dead before he woke up.

Micah, The Librarian, Ivory

right

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.

left

>:(

left

What is the fun in running? That would be no game, no hahaaaa, i am staying. I believe if you wanted me dead i would be dead, i hear you are quite the powerful man, even for being so boring!

left

Perhaps...it is me having been kept in the dark, but that was indeed what i thought about cross-species breeding too. But...what if i told you, somewhere in this town, someone is working, or have completed a way to make a new race, specie, what you now want to call it.

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A hybrid

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A hybrid between all species, with what it seems to be no weaknesses. This...this is for me, hehhh new. And would you not want more information on this? If not, i could just burn it all, hoping it was fake. But no, no this is not fake. And as for payment? Not much, no...not at all, just let me do your dirty work, give me most of your contracts and pay me with information rather than money...yes, that is the deal. I have heard a word whispered around the streets and i am...curious, i want information.

left

I want to find Cthulhu

He felt like he said too much. He might be dead before getting anything. And therefore, he took the map and ran. He ran to Whiskey street and paused at the Swiss bank. Entering he did not look like anyone who should be here. He hadn't changed clothes yet, still having the blood soaked shirt and his now dirty pants, the security guards looked at him as if they wanted to throw him out before he entered. The place was big, everything made out of marble and gold lines to go with the white stone. He walked up to the desk and said;


"Eh...safe deposit! Yes, one of those, the highest security one"


She looked at him, as if he was crazy


"Sir..i am not the place to do this...you are not..."


Before she had finished the sentence he had put 25 grand on the table, she stopped talking and blushed.


"I am sorry sir, this way sir, right this way"


Walking down the stairs under the Swiss bank made him uncomfortable, he didn't like being underground much. And especially not here, i the librarian could get in anywhere, this was a perfect place to seal him in, just look at all these technical stuff....he could do anything with Nimensei, swat him as a fly if he pleased. He hurried back home, took a shower and sat back naked in to the sofa, playing music once again and awaiting Micah's answer. 
Or so he thought, he felt like a sitting duck in the apartment. He was a sitting duck with this phone. But he wanted to keep the phone, to make sure that he was underestimated and thought of like an idiot. Feeling hungry, he dressed himself and went out in to town. Just a block or two away from his apartment, there was a lovely place which served pancakes.


He placed himself in the corner as usual, having an eye over everything. Slowly eating his pancakes with raspberry jam and sugar he wondered about this strange thing he had heard whispered around the streets. Cthulhu? Nothing rang a bell, but it felt like it should. As if he knew what it was but just had forgotten it, or someone made him forget what it was. And the hybrid that might spring up on the streets, what kind of madman would make a hybrid between all the species? What was that good for? It would only shift the balance of the city, making SOMEONE stronger, who...just who could it be? ARGH, that is why it was better to leave over the information, so he could focus on one thing. Not many.


He finished his pancakes and sat there sipping on his milk in the corner of the "Pancake House", awaiting his next move.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

<Micah Ivory>

​

He had his eyes closed as the woman entered the room. He trained his sonic psychometry at every chance he had, and he hadn't met this one in person before. Faint visions of information about her appeared with every step she took, and when she spoke it became a little clearer. "Ah, the infamous Librarian! How lovely to see you," She wasn't old, and hadn't been a vampire for long. Interesting. Wait.. She? Or.. He? No, wait.. A she now.. So.. Oh. He opened his eyes and looked at her, stopping his psychometry. He didn't feel very nice looking into someone's personal life like that. "I don't believe we have met before." He looked at her with bored eyes. His usual cheery self was locked behind bars of thought. He was thinking. This could potentially go dangerous, and he didn't want a fight in his office. The equipment and information stored here was too expensive.


She held out a bottle of what looked like fine wine, and said "A gift from my most humble King." This was it. This could be the test. He reached out his arm, and grabbed the bottle. After half a second, he could tell it wasn't poisoned. Psychometry was such a convenient thing. A smile spread across his face. Maybe this wasn't a hostile action. Yet. He put the wine on the windowsill behind him, as there was no space on the desk. "I kindly accept this gift. Thank you, Ambre." He said it as a taste of his abilities. She hadn't mentioned her name, but it was easy to see it. "Now, what is it that the king would want from me, a lowly librarian?" If he played his cards right, he might even get some information out of the king.


A quiet buzz was heard from his phone, and he quickly brought it up, and scanned the message.

Carlosface

left

>:(

left

What is the fun in running? That would be no game, no hahaaaa, i am staying. I believe if you wanted me dead i would be dead, i hear you are quite the powerful man, even for being so boring!

left

Perhaps...it is me having been kept in the dark, but that was indeed what i thought about cross-species breeding too. But...what if i told you, somewhere in this town, someone is working, or have completed a way to make a new race, specie, what you now want to call it.

left

A hybrid

left

A hybrid between all species, with what it seems to be no weaknesses. This...this is for me, hehhh new. And would you not want more information on this? If not, i could just burn it all, hoping it was fake. But no, no this is not fake. And as for payment? Not much, no...not at all, just let me do your dirty work, give me most of your contracts and pay me with information rather than money...yes, that is the deal. I have heard a word whispered around the streets and i am...curious, i want information.

left

I want to find Cthulhu

He sighed. It's not like cross-species hybrids haven't been attempted before. If something was up, he'd find out eventually, and if this guy knew anything about C'thulhu.. Nontheless, he was going to have to deal with this individual later. He put the phone back down and gave his attention back to the woman in front of him.


@Pasha

 

[Larry]

"HEY! Mask man, take this and be quiet! Smoke them and, hihhh, stay quiet or you'll get in trouble!"


"You're a damned fool, whatever you'd hoped to accomplish is beyond me. You're lucky I didn't rip your throat out on the spot."


"Well whoop-de-fucking-doo people, why so serious?!" the wolfman laughed, de-morphing into his regular human form, albeit a totally naked human form with a hand covering his strudel, "It's a good thing I undressed before I transformed eh? I'm not like those typical fools that go around with their chiselled bodies causing ovaries in a one-hundred mile radius to explode upon the sight of him, no no no! I'm a gentleman, I fold my clothes; I also make sure there are no creases too!...Now, that's much better! Now ladies I know I do indeed have a excellent physique but please refrain from complimenting too much, it does a worrying job to my machismo if you do! Now, what was I saying...? Oh yes! You people are serious, too serious in fact! What were you expecting? For me to go on a rampage simply because I was transformed?! That's an awfully stereotypical thing if I do say so myself! Well, times have changed since I was a child, half a millennium ago at this stage! I'm the oldest werewolf in the world people, probably! I'm so old that legend's have sprung up around about me, the most common thing the world knows me as is the one, the only, the Big Bad Wolf! Yes it 'tis I, I'm not in the mood for autographs thank you very much! Whether you actually know or have heard of me is entirely up to you although I imagine that none of you have!"


This always puzzled the man called Rigby to his very core, something that wasn't going to be solved any time soon. So what if he did this for a little attention? Life's all about having fun, enjoying yourself isn't it? They must have really pessimistic reasons for him not to turn into a werewolf. Back in his day, there were times when he would spend days, maybe even spending months in his werewolf form simply for the sake of laughs, giggles and shenanigans as wild as he was. These lycans nowadays think they know what being a lycan is all about, they think they know what it means to be a werewolf. They hide in a little group called the Shreds, a group that Maher could annihilate in a matter of seconds if he felt like being young again. But those were days long past, killing anyone and everything was so five centuries ago. But then again, he hadn't killed anything in about a week so the bloodlust was verging on the high so he ripped open his shirt, quickly and fluidly transforming into his partial transformation. Another howl ensued from the mouth of the Madman as he scaled the nearby building to get a better view of the town.


"Vampires!" he roared into the night, his talons finally elongating to their full length, "Be on your guard, for the greatest werewolf to ever live is on the prowl and you're the finest meat on the table! Be afraid, very afraid for you many not the see the dawn of the morning next!"

 

[divyansh]

Lance had licked his hand, drenching it he shoved it at his hair maybe trying to set them. He then pulled his tie up, after which he just followed Kira. It was a disgraceful situation, a pure werewolf asking for a convert's help. Lance moved away as she opened the umbrella maybe he was thinking of it as a weapon, maybe Lance was not sure if Kira still carried a vendetta against him for yesterday's prank. Lance took a couple of strides and moved in front of Kira and turned around facing her. He walked backwards as he spoke, " So what are we going to eat ? Chinese? Indian? Thai ? American? eh? " he asked with a merry smile, though behind it resided a flood of juices secreting from the mere thought of food. Sometimes even the thought of food would make Lance lose himself to his imagining, normally drooling it was indeed embarrassing when it happened. Lanced kept walking backwards waiting for Kira's reply unaware of what or who might he collide into.

 

[whateverwater]

His mind seemed to be gradually going numb from the overexertion. His whole body began to shake and ache as he held the water above the playground. 'This is enough... for now' Ikaron thought while he releasing the water from his telekinesis. The water crashed harshly against the structure beneath them. The water took the form of some the objects in the playground, but only for a second. 'The rain wished to return to the ground or maybe gravity was water droplets destiny.' Ikaron took the moment to try his hand at philosophy, but saw his words more pretentious than insightful. Sighing as he got to his still trembling feet. With his hand on the tower wall, he could keep his standing position without the likelyhood of him collapsing. His eyes scanned the flooded playground and nearby derelict buildings. The buildings each had multiple names as the result of their apathetic owners that wished to have their name be displayed. They don't seem to care about the condition or cofusion the buildings cause. 'Bank of Tony's Din... Vertinni's Groc... Ferguson's Bar' The words on one building had fallen and faded letters, making it seem like an old decaying parchment being written on and ignored as it is relayed over and over.


His stomach growled from the 2 days without food. The workout seemed to have increased his hunger from easy to ignore into constantly present. "Fine." he groaned over his growling gut. Too exhausted to hold the rain above him, Ikaron walked impassively in the rain while searching for a place to eat. On the wet side walk he stumbled upon a leather wallet containing nothing but $200. He had no idea what money was or was used for, but took it on himself that fate had delievered him another piece of the future.


Soaking wet from the rain, Ikaron passed people with umbrellas and in cars leaving them with a confused expression. He did not care, because he had finally found the scent of food. Whatever the food was had to be better than nothing. Turning the corner, he found a 'Waffle House'. Undisturbed by not knowing what a waffle house was, he stepped through the door. The smells consumed his mind and made his mouth water. Stopping in front of a strangely dressed woman, he started to ask for food "I wish to have a...", but his eyes glazed over when he saw the many words on the menu. He quickly decided on what to get and voiced his selection the best he could "An o-me-let with a.. Wa-fell.. And a be-ver-age." The waitress looked distastefully at Ikaron and said "What drink would you like, sir" Suprised by her question, he hesitantly recalled one of the beverages he saw on the menu "A.. ah. Orange Juice." With a glare to match a wolf, she held her hand out and asked in a flat tone "That'll be 8.90." Ikaron stared at her in confusion and replied "Of what?" The waitress concealed her rage, gritting her teeth as she answered "money. 8 dollars.. 90 cents." Still confused, he relied on his intuition that said 'Maybe that green paper in the leather holder is money..' Ikaron fumbled for the wallet and promptly gave the waitress one of the rectanglular shaped papers. The lady almost went insane when the hooded man handed her $100. Holding herself back once more, she slowly gathered the change and gave the man $91.10 and a receipt. Not wanting to be rude, Ikaron stuffed the gifts in his waist bag and sat down at an empty booth near the entrance.

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira chuckles a little at his caution with opening the umbrella and continues to walk, pointing when they needed to turn down a street. "American. I have a craving for a ham omelette. Maybe a couple pancakes or waffles. Yes I think that would make a suitable breakfast." A small smile appeared on her face, it did seem that food could be consider a weakness for lycans. "So would you prefer the house of pancakes or the house of waffles?" She asks knowing very well they were called the pancake house or the waffle house it just sounded very weird to her to say it like that.


She glances around at the other people walking by on the street, it was just habit for her to keep an eye on her surroundings, especially when out and about in the city. The sound of the rain on the pavement was slightly soothing but she still felt on edge. She didn't know why but something about the city was changing, it was starting to feel different. She couldn't explain it, things just seemed more tense. Perhaps it was just her anticipating something since things had been so peaceful between gangs, considering incidents in the past. Though things being peaceful was usually not a good sign, she had a feeling someone was planning something big. She planned to gain an audience with Shirotae sometime soon to discuss her opinion on the matter. They needed to be ready if indeed something big was about to happen.

 

[divyansh]

" You sure that you don't have some fetish for egg? " lance asked, he would always find Kira either orders omelette or making something related to them, he was always curious to what was the cause behind her desire for eggs. Maybe something from his human origin. " Aww I was not expecting something sweet but well I think I won't mind pancakes! " he said with a sly smile. " But you will pay " he said as his smile converted into a grin. He chuckled but soon his laughter came to a sudden stop as he banged into a pole. It seemed that walking backwards was not a solemn judgement for Lance. " AH! darn it " he said as he fell down. " foolish pole! I will rip them all out! " he yelled, his fangs had grown out as he snapped them. His right hand rested on his head, the palm massaging it maybe trying to lighten the pain. It seemed that the peace the had settled over the city would soon be stolen by Lance and his clumsy nature.

 

[MittyMittens]

"Eggs are delicious and even better with ham in them and what's new? I always pay. What you do with your money is beyond me" Her mouth twitched slightly as she saw the pole coming up before laughing once he ran into it, laughing harder as he threatened it. She soon regains her composure, still giggling occasionally. "That's what you get for teasing me. I might have warned you if you had been nicer. And I'm sure that pole is terrified of you now..." She steps around him and continues walking, knowing he'd catch up quickly. "For a werewolf you're terribly clumsy" She took pride in keeping her movements graceful. She was more cat-like in her human form and in her wolf form she was agile and quick, relying on that more than strength, not that she couldn't hold her own.


She eventually reaches the pancake house, looking around at the people there. Her gaze falls on Nimensei in the corner briefly, remembering him as the man she was eavesdropping at the bar last night, still disappointed she had gained no concrete information on anyone. Though that had been the consensus lately, the gangs weren't moving or doing much and no one spoke about what if anything the gangs were doing lately. She turns her attention away before it would be considered staring and gets seated at a booth. She has the waitress fetch her a coffee and a water for now, turning her gaze to the window to watch the rain.

 

[Purpl]

When sitting and eating his delicious pancakes he was interrupted by the bell located above the door indicating that more people had joined he comfy pancake house. He saw the two walking in, mans and female, but not a couple. They seemed more like work mates than anything, a stale expression in the girls face and a playful on the guys, or so I seemed. He knew the girl from yesterday. Dressed in splendid clothes both yesterday and today he couldn't imagine how much time it took to make yourself look that pretty. But since she glanced at him, looking both surprised and disappointed, he did not think this was a coincidence.


When thy placed themselves at a table, he simply took his unfinished plate and walked over there.


You like me, don't you girlie? Heheh..I knew it, those eyes yesterday just wanted me, I saw that you were disappointed when I didn't answer your cravings. And so here you are! And now with a little puppet that follows you around too! Hhehhehhh, splendid. Nimensei said rather loudly


Lowering his tone to a discreet whisper.





Who are you and what the hell do you want with me?





He knew this action was risky, seeing i they did want to kill him he placed himself closer to danger. But closer was better, more blood on him then, on them, hohoho yes yes! Spilled blood in the morning was best.


He stared her right in the eyes and put a fork full with pancakes in his mouth as he awaited her answer.


(On phone so poor replies)

 

[whateverwater]

"Here you go, sir." Said the waitress as she set a plate and glass down in front of Ikaron. All he could respond with was an absent "hm." to the woman's semi-polite sentence. His eyes had been locked on the otherwordly food since it entered his sight. 'Food... food.. foo." His trance broke when the sound of a large man seated at a stool coughed with great force. Breaking away from his food, Ikaron stared in a daze at the man. His plate was filled with even stranger foods. A concoction of yellow in between what looked like bread. Strips of meat that had been cooked at just the right temperature. The man stopped coughing and began to drink a white liquid rapidly. 'Strange..' Ikaron thought while returning his attention to the still warm food on his plate. His stomach growled loudly as if in protest of his delay in eating the food. Slowly he picked up the plastic knife that had been laid on his plate and began to delicately saw into the waffle. 'A circle with square holes... is this some ancient forbidden food.' Ikaron wondered as he slowly lifted the cut piece of waffle into his mouth. After chewing, swallowing, rumaniting, cutting, chewing, and swallowing once more he decided that the waffle must be missing something. His eyes scanned his table and all the objects that called it home. 'Maybe this.' He thought as he picked a few of the tiny bags of sweetener and sugar. After tasting 3 bags of sweetener and sugar on a piece of waffle, he decided that his presumption was not just wrong, but also informative. 'Sweet tasting things can easily turn disgusting by just changing the amount.' He happily informed himself. Ikaron glared at the pitcher of syrup with a new found sense of possible failure. 'All well.' He thought as he haphazardly smothered his waffles with syrup. When he tasted the combination, an innocent smile formed on his face. Finally, he could rejoice in discovering the correct ingredients. The amount of each was not the best, but for Ikaron, he's doing just fine.

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira turns her gaze away from the window and onto Nimensei, a bit of surprise appearing on her face before it turns into a coy smile thick with venom. "And a good morning to you as well love." She raises an eyebrow curiously at his question, looking down at his mouth as he shoved pancakes into it and then looks completely over him to see how much of a threat he posed, deciding she could handle herself if need be, she turns her gaze back up to return his stare "My name is something to be earned, not to be given away freely and as for what I want with you; well I was hoping you'd pull some information from your companions last night. Though seeing as how last night turned into a clusterfuck, to put lightly, nothing at the moment. Especially since I don't believe you belong to any gang in particular. So you don't need to let your paranoia run away with your thoughts. However, if you have any information, rumors, gossip, juicy tid-bits, that you'd like to share I'm all ears" She knew he wasn't going to share information freely and said it in more of a teasing manner rather than in seriousness. "It's a shame you already got yourself breakfast, I might have just invited you to join us. You seem like such pleasant company" A small chuckle escapes her mouth. She turns her gaze away from him and to the waitress who brings her her coffee over and Kira takes it gratefully, adding a bit of creamer before stirring it delicately. "Though in all seriousness I can make it worth your while if you do have anything to share." She looks up from her coffee and up at him once more. "And no I don't mean that way, unless that's your thing" She says with a wink and a laugh. "But I'm no stranger to money"

 

[Purpl]

Smirking in between his big chews of pancakes he listened to the girl.


Talking about information. Yes. Information, that was what he was after. He was not sure on how to gain the upper hand in this case but he needed to do something.


"Well...hehe that would be my field, yes there are a lot of things that could be...done with such a beautiful lady as yourself...but no, I don't invite whomever to be pleased by me, you'd have to earn that part yourself my dear. And if I recall, I didn't ask for your name, even though it probably is as, pretty, as your face, I asked who you are and hehehhe I don't believe you are a name!" he said, smirking and staring her straight in to the eyes. His gaze fixed upon her to notice anything.


He bit his tongue, cursing and jumping up, leaning forward to the girl in front of him, he whispered with a very very low voice.


"Cthulhu"


For a short moment, the lights flickered and as he leaned back in to his chair he watched her face for all the expressions to come if she knew anything about it.

 

[Felicity]

The weight of the wine bottle in Ambre's hands dissipated as the Librarian took it, placing it on the windowsill behind him. A genuine smile escaped from her lips, happy he did so. However, he himself didn't look to happy, which worried her slightly. She descended into a chair, never losing eye contact, chin lifted. "Now, what is it that the king would want from me, a lowly librarian?" She was about to reply when he checked his phone, apparently he couldn't wait. She simply stared at him, eyebrow raised, a smile plastered on her lips, while he did so.


Now, with his phone down, Ambre could get to business. "Lowly librarian? Oh, come now. Some one as remarkable as yourself is surely not lowly," she said flatteringly. "Now, as for why I am here? Well my King was hoping that you would be so gracious as to meet with him personally. As for what that meeting entails, I am afraid I do not know." which in truth she didn't. Everett was smart when briefing her, when giving her information. Always enough to get the job done well, but never enough for her to take matters into her own hands. He knew her all to well in the relatively short time she had worked for him. "So... Mr. Ivory... would you be so kind as to join him?"


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[MittyMittens]

Her smile disappears and a bit of paleness comes to her face as he spoke the word "Cthulhu". Her coy smile soon returns but the paleness was still there. "Well then I suppose it was clever of me to listen to you last night, a shame nothing came of it." She speaks about him mentioning information was his field. "And forgive me. When one asks me who I am, a name is what I assume they're after..... And aren't you just the gentleman If you must know a lycanthrope is who I am." She takes another sip of her coffee before speaking about the Cthulhu topic. "And as for that topic. It is but a rumor is it not?" She asks, refusing to speak the name, and watching his face for his reaction as well. "Though I don't think it's wise to speak about it in a place such as this. If you want to know my knowledge on it you must give me something in return and I will not speak of...that here...."

 

[Purpl]

Watching her face go pale, if but for an instant he knew he had her. Or at least knew she knew something, even I it was small news it was something.


"But speaking of things like that in places like this is what they least expect. Hahaha, so you think you are in heard anywhere? They have bugs everywhere, perhaps even injected in us! Who knows, we certainly don't! I mean I don't, hehhheehe!


And yes, you are a wolf. But that doesn't mean you are a not a girl does it? You were born a girl? Then you are one...so I believe. But perhaps we can...share some things, jus you and me somewhere...but that would mean you have to dump your puppet somewhere. He nodded towards the guy next to her.


Yes that is true...most want names. But a name is just something to call the shell you posses. Nono...who you are is not a name! But if you care to, hehh, share! Feeeeel freeee! I could just call you girl, or dog if you prefer...but bah! I think dog is too demeaning for someone of your looks. He said smiling with a broad smile on his lips


Would miss care for a morning walk around the island? I know a perfect place for things like these, hi hi, and on top it is one of the most beautiful places in the island when undisturbed! He arose from his chair, turned around and held out his arm in a V shape so that she could stick her arm under his if she cared to join, turning his head he looked at her with eyes of excitement.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory





"Lowly librarian? Oh, come now. Some one as remarkable as yourself is surely not lowly," Micah smirked at the comment. Of course he himself thought he was pretty cool, but he doubted that the vampire king would agree with him. "Now, as for why I am here? Well my King was hoping that you would be so gracious as to meet with him personally. As for what that meeting entails, I am afraid I do not know." Interesting. He's being set up for a meeting with the vampire king for an unknown topic of conversation. I mean, it could definitely be an assassination attempt, but the Bloods never came across as that boring. Micah was pretty confident though. This could potentially lead to interesting knowledge being moved onto him. Using psychometry on old beings, especially someone as powerful as the vampire king, was difficult, but he might find out something interesting.


"So... Mr. Ivory... would you be so kind as to join him?" Micah was definitely in a better mood now. A smile stretched all the way across his face as he spun 90° in chair, to inspect a bookcase. He didn't do it for a real purpose, he was just looking away from the girl as he thought to make it look more important than it was. He glanced at Ambre out of the corner of his eye. Let's see how dedicated this girl was. "Well, I don't know.. I'm not a very big alcohol consumer... Perhaps there is another way you could convince me?"


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[Felicity]

Well so far Ambre was quite pleased. The meeting was going smoothly up to that point and she honestly couldn't complain. Well her cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling, but that was trivial. It seemed, also, that Ivory perked up a bit despite her vague description of the planned meeting. She felt like she would be out of there in no time, reporting back to Everett within a few hours. That, however, was apparently not the case.


"Well, I don't know.. I'm not a very big alcohol consumer... Perhaps there is another way you could convince me?" Hearing this, Ambre's eyes became carnal, her lips no longer stretched into a smile, but parted and pouted. Oh, how often she'd gone down this road before. Well that is, if that really was what the Librarian was implying. Regardless she felt like she had some convincing to do. After all, wasn't that why she was here?


The sound of her heel tapping on the floor echoed in her ears as she uncrossed her legs and stood up slowly. She began to make her way around the desk, where she would perch herself on the edge. She looked down at the sparkling gold and silver fringe of her dress as is it lay blanketed around her, the ends of it, resting on the mans papers, some of it dangling off the desk. "That depends..." she paused as she looked up, leaning in and staring into his eyes. "What did you have in mind?" She glanced over at the bottle of wine on the windowsill for a nanosecond. So much for the bottle of wine, Everett...


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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


Micah could barely keep himself from laughing. She was dedicated. This girl could go far. So many things in a mans world could be manipulated with hips. He kept his self-confident smirk up, and didn't sway from looking her in the eyes though. If she was so dedicated, why not make use of it. He had tastes in things other than alcohol. "That depends...What did you have in mind?" "Oh, lots of things. I knew from the moment you came in here that you were different, and not only because you're a vampire... It's in the way that you walk, the way that you talk.." It wasn't a lie. He'd used sonic psychometry to deduce things about her past, and whether it was her feet hitting the ground or her words.. Sound was where he found it out. "And I have a taste for different things."


He snapped his fingers, and a low sound could be heard from the door. Technology was amazing. He looked into her eyes. Cute girl, really. Unfortunate they had to be on different sides of a passive conflict.


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[AshenLily]

Fayde awoke, and stretched out to her full length, with a large yawn. She always slept better after she'd had a few drinks, and the previous night was no exception. Feeling more energetic than usual, she leapt to her feet, and shifted to her human form. Fayde was a bit unusual, when compared to the other Lycanthropes she knew. She considered herself a wolf first, who happened to have the convenience of being able to shift into a human, rather than the other way around. In her experience, the majority of other Lycanthropes considered themselves as humans who could shift into wolves.


Coffee. It wasn't so much a thought, as it was an urge. Fayde was a creature of habit. Moreso than the majority of beings she'd come across, in her century of life. Her day always began with coffee from the same small diner, and more often than not, ended at the same bar, as had been the case the previous day. Readying herself for the day, she slipped on some comfortable clothes. She had nothing planned for the day, and quite frankly, was excited at the prospect. She slipped on a dark gray skirt, and a long-sleeved, lime green blouse. Though she didn't particularly enjoy being in her human form, Fayde was definitely guilty of caring about her appearance. Probably a bit too much. Oh, well. She looked around her small apartment, noting for about the fifth time in the last three days, that she needed to tidy the place up. "Now... where did that wallet go?" She started sifting through the piles of papers lining her table, and counters, searching for it. She sifted through the countless unopened envelopes she had laying around, indifferent to the several PAST DUE, and FINAL NOTICE prints she saw among them, though she couldn't help but find it amusing that three of the FINAL NOTICE bills she'd seen this time, had given her the same notice the month before. Wonder how long that'll actually take. Considering the fact that she spent little, if any time at her apartment, the bills weren't a big deal. She owned the apartment she lived in, and all she really cared for was a place to live.


Finally finding her wallet, she stepped outside, relishing the feeling of the cool morning air on her skin. She walked the few blocks to the diner, and went inside, ordering "the usual", which consisted of black coffee, completely unmodified. Glancing around, she noticed the gentleman she'd been speaking with at the bar, just the previous night. He appeared to be speaking with another girl, who seemed familiar. Had she been there last night, as well? Odd. Two people she'd never met before, and now she'd run into the both of them at her favorite bar, and now the diner she visited every morning. How peculiar. Turning back to her drink, she caught a slight whisper of a word, that definitely peaked her interest: "C'thulu".


Suddenly, she found herself quite interested in the strangers' conversation. C'thulu was far from a common topic of discussion.Her eyes focused on her drink, but her mind was elsewhere. Even for a Lycanthrope, Fayde had particularly strong hearing, though due to their lowered tones, she was only able to pick out small bits and pieces of their conversation. The points she was able to hear were often mundane, and quite frankly, not very interesting. However, whoever these people were, they knew about C'thulu. That fact, in and of itself, was enough to keep her interest, for the time being.


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[Felicity]

Well... that was quite fun, Ambre mused to herself, walking out of the Librarians office, her hair thoroughly disheveled and still pulling down at her dress. As she passed the secretary she made a point to smirk at the girl, throwing her a wink as if saying, "Ya... that happened." She just couldn't resist. She threw open the entrance doors, the cool breeze and wet air, refreshing on her skin. She scanned up and down the road. Aha, there's Nadine. Surprisingly on time. He must have wanted to keep his fingers.


The openening of the futuristic car's hydraulic doors revealed a not so happy Ambre. "Really, Nadine? You didn't call them? I looked like a god damn idiot!" At that point she was holding his face grudgingly in her hand, her nails indenting his cheeks. "Don't let it happen again..." It almost seemed like that was going to be the last of it, seeing as how she let go of his flesh, sitting back and looking at the road. But... it wasn't. "Get in the trunk..." she said simply. "Wh-what? You can't-" "Now... you can have a little ride in there until we get back to the penthouse... and then you can clean my apartment." A sound of defiance escaped passed his lips but was cut short by a famous glare.


Now with the grunt in the trunk, Ambre was satisfied. He didn't make much noise. Smart on his part. She turned up the radio, a futuristic techno resonating throughout the car. "Lovely..." she sighed. A high heel stepped on the gas and off she drove, mission success.