Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"I-I'm fine. Don't worry yourself. I c-can manage." She stepped away from him and stood on shaky legs. Micah took a look over his shoulder to make sure the Lycan hadn't gotten the stupid idea to attack them again. He was moving away, and seemingly in a lot of pain. Served the bastard right. He turned his attention back to Fayde. "You're not fine. If there's anything you aren't, it's fine." He walked up and looked at the wound on her back. She seemed to be loosing a lot of blood. He sighed, and wrapped one of his hands around her back, and the other round her knee, lifting her up. He quickly assessed his options. Any of the hospitals close to here were a death sentence. She didn't seem like she was dying, but they'd probably seal that deal.


He settled on calling an Athenaeum doctor, but first he'd have to get somewhere secure. A thought immediately hit him. The Shoggoth Surprise. Safest place around, and with himself and Gregory there... Unless the bloods launched a full-scale assault on a downtown bar, they'd be fine. He spread his wings and flew off. "Hang in there Fayde, I'm going to get you a doctor, okay? You're gonna be up and on your feet by tomorrow, no problem." He said it more to assure himself than her. He had very few true friends, and he would do anything to protect them, since he was so scared of losing them.


His phone buzzed in midair, and he shuffled and managed to get it out.


"Still here Hector is keeping the bar closed so people stay out, one person got through via magic. Consequently to add to my list of improbabilities today, I've encountered a spell-caster who thinks it's the 1820's.


So to be entirely unprofessional sounding...yeah that's a thing."


Micah raised an eyebrow. This did manage to momentarily divert his attention from the situation at hand. 1820's? How old was this spellcaster? He shook his head and looked back at Fayde. He didn't like the pale shade she'd taken on. Since he had his phone in his hand now, he sent a message to his best and most trusted physician.


He landed outside The Shoggoth Surprise and pulled his wings back in. He didn't like his wings. They were better for flying than most, but they didn't seem to fit him, being of such a dark colour. He himself was blonde and green eyed, you'd think the wings would be another colour.

Spoiler

Ignore the female, and imagine them LESS BROKEN

He pushed the door open and walked inside the bar. It must've looked very strange to any bystander. A fae with wings of unusual size carrying a wounded female to a bar. As soon as he inside he cleared a space on the bar and laid her down on his hoodie. He didn't know how filthy the bar was, so he didn't want to place her directly onto it. He took her hand in his own, which was, once again, more to comfort himself than her. He didn't realize that himself, but he was the one more worried here. It was still going to be a few minutes before the doctor showed up.


(So much bunnying. I'm sorry @AshenLily ;C)


He looked over to his side and saw Gregory... Along with some kid younger than himself. He was a bit too to worried immediately comment on it though, instead, he just excusingly said "Sorry I'm late. Something came up."


@whateverwater


@Der Kojote

 

[AshenLily]

"You're not fine. If there's anything you aren't, it's fine."


Though Fayde was fully aware of this fact, her pride would never allow her to admit that this was the case. As he picked her up, she released a soft groan in protest, but that was all. Proud though she was, she wasn't stupid enough to think she could get herself somewhere to get her wound properly cared for, on her own.


Fayde drifted in and out of consciousness during the flight, barely aware of what was going on around her. Though she had a high tolerance for pain, she was losing incredible amounts of blood. Unfortunately the body of any creature, be it human, or Lycanthrope can only endure so much blood loss, before death becomes a certainty. "Hang in there Fayde, I'm going to get you a doctor, okay? You're gonna be up and on your feet by tomorrow, no problem." While she heard the words, at this point she was too far gone to comprehend them. She stared desperately at a fixed point in front of her, fearful that if she fainted now, she may never wake up.


She was vaguely aware of Micah laying his jacket down, before he laid her down, and managed a weak, appreciative smile. "Th-thank you." The words were soft, being all she could manage at the time. Fayde could only hope he'd heard her. As he laid her down, she gasped, feeling the slight pressure on her would. The pain wasn't as bad as it could be, and oddly enough, she found it a bit easier to maintain a steady grasp on reality with the dull throbbing in the back of her mind, though she wasn't sure how much longer it would last. She didn't notice the others at the bar, and was confused by Micah's words. Oh, well. They weren't important at the moment.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Der Kojote]

"Sorry I'm late. Something came up."


Gregory looked at the wounded woman on the bar. "I'll say something came up...how bad is it?" Though the fact that Micah was here snapped him back to the other problems he contacted him for. " Alright before I get into the main briefing about the what I saw, this is the spellcaster." He motioned to Ikaron. "Apparently he was educated via 1820's material. I'll need to figure out something, however, currently the main concern for right now is the information I gleamed from that text."


He closed his eyes to focus and remember "Initial studies of the notes you provided me with were useful at first. Though quickly I hit a road block. The text was filled with vague metaphors, and imagery that I could not make sense of. So after more normal divination spells failed me...I improvised." He tapped on the bar wondering how he was going to explain this. " I cast a spell on myself, it was a combination Divination and Herbology. The purpose was to gleam the thoughts of the one who wrote the original slab. Then read the text as he wrote it. I donned the mind of the mad man to read the document written by him. The results were enlightening if...unpleasant."


"Most of the text was wild colors, it felt more akin to what some with Synesthesia feels like, I heard colors, I tasted sounds. My mental stability before you ask, was still operating at an appropriate level. I don't know how long it took to get to the first part of text. God knows it felt like an eternity. I had substance, I felt as if i was falling, by the time I hit the ground, I was in the middle of R'yleh. I think the passage that correlates is


"Under skies of grey, do the god and door dwell. Rain soaked Haven forsaken. Destitute and rich, beautiful and ugly, even the death find no peace."


"So what ever seals *it* is here, in the city. It does indeed dwell here...but where? I don't know. Though the news gets marginally worse." He stared at the wall, again trying to think back to his mad visions. "The next vision I saw was from another passage,


"The matron holds the key, though she is the first she will have no power o'er them. A tool to be used. Cast away. Discarded. So she hides."





"I link it to my second coherent vision. I was looking at a statue. The statue was wrong. It was a woman, arms outstretched. A fountain lay beneath her...every so often thick red liquid would shoot out...and cover her mouth." He blinked the mental image coming back in it's full intensity. The look he abandoned a few minutes before reappeared on his face "from there bats, would shoot from her mouth...thousands, they covered the city I had been in...then I heard the screams." He gripped his still not touched glass of drink. "I'm taking this as the one who has the key...is the mother of all vampires...though is she is the key or posses it I know not."


Then face got pale, the third vision came roaring back to him, " Before I speak of what I saw next...tell me Micah...what do you know about the brain rejecting images?"

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


Micah tried to calm down as Gregory spoke to him. That was the spellcaster? He was younger than Micah! How the hell did he keep himself away from dates? It should be pretty clear that it wasn't 1820! He ignored it, and turned back to Fayde while still listening to Gregory. Divination and herbology? Powerful combination. Not strange that Micah's magic didn't work. He forced his eyes from Fayde, and looked at Gregory. "So what ever seals *it* is here, in the city." Micah's expression changed to a disappointed one. Not disappointed at Gregory, no, but this all worked with what he suspected, and with his following words, Gregory just followed his hypothesis further.


"I'm taking this as the one who has the key...is the mother of all vampires..." Micah slammed his fist into the counter, and then took a leap over the bar. He pulled a small wad of cash out of his pocket, 1000$ or so, and left it on the counter, too tired to separate it, before grabbing a large bottle of vodka off a shelf. He swallowed about a fifth of it's content, and slammed it down on the counter. It was clear he wasn't very happy, as he continued by leaping back over the counter and kicking a chair over. This sucked. This sucked bad. He indicated the bottle and said "Help yourselves. I just needed to be more intoxicated than a third of a winebottles worth for this shit."


"Before I speak of what I saw next... Tell me Micah... What do you know about the brain rejecting images?" Micah was vigorously rubbing his temples as he sent a glance towards Gregory. "I haven't the slightest." First time he'd said that in a long while. He sat back down by the bar, and leaned his head into his palms. The door made a sound behind him and he quickly turned. "Ah, it's you. Take care of her, you'll be paid later." The physician simply nodded and proceeded to move Fayde away from the group.


He turned back to Gregory. "So this is looking very bad Gregory. I'm hoping for something with this third part. If not, then we have something to be afraid of.."

 

[Der Kojote]

Shaking his head Gregory looked bleak, "No, you're getting no comfort in this..." He paused downing some of his whisky. "back to my question. The brain blocks out traumatic experiences. For being so complex, and so well built, it is still a fragile thing. If something hurts it, or the psyche, sometimes it will blur the trauma, other times it will erase it." He paused. "This is the first time I've seen it voided." he paused downing the rest of his whisky glass. "I saw something fall from the statue... I saw it hit the floor. I heard a click. The floor was a gate. and it split open, at first nothing. then..."


Visible terror shot across Gregory's face, "it was an alien sound...I...I...at first I thought something had gone wrong with the spell...then I realized it had gone horribly right. Something arose from the opening in-front of the statue. Except...it didn't have form...mass...I couldn't tell you what it looked like! the lunatic who knew what *IT* looked like...he must have been batshit! Because I was looking at the Mental equivalent of a 404 error! The damn thing was so incomprehensible that the brain decided to delete the image rather than have anything to do with it!" He covered his face with his hands, he couldn't help but scream in a panicked voice.


"AND IT STILL WAS MIND RENDING. EVEN A FIGMENT WAS MIND RENDING!"


He gripped the counter. breathe panicked. He tried to mentally steady himself. It took a while, but the worst of the shaking stopped, "At that point, my brain essentially gave up and I started to scream both mentally and luckily physically. I had precautions in place should something should happen. I was prepared for minor problems, but not for that...no never for that."


He looked at Micah with a terrified look. "And people want to unleash that upon the world?! People think they can control that?! They think they can control whatever lies magnitudes beyond insanity?! No, no they won't and they can't...unless there is something else we're not getting...but we need to find this key...we need to destroy it...there are no other options...I can't let this thing walk. I can't...we do...it will be the end of us all. So no this doesn't look bad...IT IS BAD."

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"No, you're getting no comfort in this..." Micah frowned. Well, shit. What could make his day worse now anyway? "I saw something fall from the statue... I saw it hit the floor. I heard a click. The floor was a gate. and it split open, at first nothing. then..." Micah listened to his description, and kept staring down into the wood of the counter, and flinched when he started screaming. He looked at Gregory with a raised eyebrow. He'd tried things like that too, seen shadows, but he was never affected so badly. Maybe Gregory was more susceptible, but maybe he encountered something worse.


"Sounds like you've seen C'th..." He stopped himself. He noticed the storm rippling through the air everytime he said that name. Saying it often may lead to rifts appearing, or worse. "Sounds like you've seen him. But... That's old news." He rubbed his temples again, and finally turned to Gregory. "Alright, time to give you my story. I tried most of everything with those tablets. I tried most of everything with those books. Unfortunately, I was set with information from a previous source, so I didn't know if I was being biased when I saw connections everywhere, that's why I needed your help."


He took a deep breath before continuing. "You've told me everything I needed to hear though. This recent interest I've picked up on the matter at hand came for a reason, as you'd probably expect. I'm the leader of the Athenaeum. I probably know more than anyone else in this city. I intercepted some information from Bloods. High, important shit. It didn't say anything outright, but I've been able piece together the information, and here's my hypothesis, as proved 97% likely by none other than yourself. The Bloods are looking for the mother of all Vampires, Lilith, to somehow resurrect him. However it works is past me, but from these scriptures... I'd assume it's that she becomes his vessel." He sighed and reached out for the bottle again, but stopping himself halfway. He didn't want to die from liver failure now.


"I don't know what they plan to do afterwards, or how they plan to control him, but before we find out more.. We can't let it happen. We've got to find Lilith first, but that's not even the hardest part. Once we've aquired Lilith, I don't know what will happen. I don't know if she's truly dead, I don't know anything. If she's alive, we're screwed. She's probably older than 10.000 years, which would make her incredibly powerful. If she's dead, we can't destroy her. If you haven't noticed, just uttering his name causes a disturbance in flowing energies. Even if he's asleep, he's clearly got powers, and if we destroy his only way out.. What will happen?"


By instinct he shoved his hands into his pockets, only to be painfully reminded of the document in there. In a weak fit of rage he pulled it out of his pocket and threw it in front of Gregory. "And it doesn't fucking help that I encountered a madman who might actually have a point. There's so much shit going on right now, it's bad. I badly decapitated one of Shirotae's minions, too, and the way it looks.. We might need every man we can get."

 

[Der Kojote]

Slowly taking out a box of cigarettes, Gregory grabbed one from the pack, and lit it up with a spark from between his index finger and thumb. "Yeah...we're going to need a lot of people. The bloods are big...taking them on would be hard." He pondered. "Tactically speaking...our best bet for finding Lilith and fighting of the bloods would be the shreds...though...to be fair the bloods already probably know that by now. We could increase our numbers by buying out the crumbled remains of the police department. A few extra hands would always be nice. They're not doing anything anyway." Though still that do little to help in the numbers game... he needed to get contact with the shreds.


The professional look of Gregory returned after a few minutes. "Who's the highest member of the Shreds I can reasonably get in contact with? You probably could arrange a meeting yourself with their leader, but after the incident with one of his minions, that may not be the best of ideas...I don't have your clout, that works for and against me. Hell a second in command can influence the opinion of the leader. Anyway, you look like you already have enough on your plate to worry about right now." He motioned to the girl, "I don't know the story behind her... but apparently you do care about her."

 

[Felicity]

The sound of the cars engine echoed into the garage of the penthouse, then came to an abrupt stop as Ambre stepped out. She made her way around to the trunk, opening it, a look of disdain painted on her features. There wiggled Nadine. She practically yanked him out, his limbs clanging against the bumper, and shoved him away, like she would shove away animal blood. "Don't go to far..." she threatened, a hint of amusement in her tone.


She made her way through the penthouse, a sinister smile on her face. She was pleased with the days events. What did she have to be upset about? Now maybe Everett would actually tell her what was going on. As she rounded the halls she began to pick something up. A smell. Her face yet again held disgust. It was that disgusting stench of Lycanthropes.


Two guards stood in front of Everett's door. Apparently he had some business to take care of. She looked at the two, eyebrow raised. "Move," she hissed. They didn't and how stupid of them not to. "Sorry, ma'am, I can't let you do that. The king is having a private meeting at the moment." The look on Ambre's face was utter shock. She inched closer to the guards face, her six foot frame towering over his. "How dare you tell me no!" Her fingers darted out, grabbing his and twisting his hand back. She could have sworn she heard something snap. "Next time there won't be anything to break." That was enough to send them running. After collecting herself, she smiled and swung open the doors.


The immediate smell of lycan assaulted her senses. Oh god, she thought, still keeping her composure. She scanned the room, her eyes training on Shirotae, the leader of the Shreds. Over on the other side, she witnessed her all powerful leader, holding up a scraggly little pup by the throat. "My dear King, I had no idea that you were occupied, in the company of..." she paused, looking for the right word. "these people." she stood over near Shirotae, smirking at him. Oh this had to be good.


@DeijiiChan


@magikarpfever

 

[whateverwater]

The two men conversed with each other about his predicament for a while. Ikaron guessed they might be friends from how they spoke to each other. The bartender yelled something at both Ikaron and the young man, but it seemed like a normal. saying by how the man finished it. The young man then turned to Ikaron and spoke.


"So...you have limited knowledge of the world around you. Alright...I can't quite educate you on everything that happened in the past 300 years...but I have to make sure you can at least survive...because at this rate, i'm surprised you LASTED this long on the streets."


Ikaron didn't understand what he meant by 'lasted this long on the streets', but felt like it conveyed danger in the city. R'lyeh seemed like a wondrous land filled with interesting people and inventions.


"What is your full Name, and schools of magic you are familiar with? I can't in good conscious let you leave by yourself unless you know some form of offensive spells."


With a smile he answered "My name is Ikaron Tesvi. I mostly use telekinesis and teleportation, but I know a few other types. The others are only useful in combat in certain situations." Ikaron has been slowly learning new words subconsciously. They were being analyzed and stored from information received by the senses. Some of the words were slightly wrong from the non-corresponding data.


A man with dark large wings brought close to his back carried an injured woman into the bar. The winged man draped his hoodie onto the now cleared spot in the bar and laid the woman on the cloth. Ikaron stood unsure what to do or say to the new arrivals. 'Is it.. An actual fae? Is it normal for them to be out in human filled cities? What of the injured woman? Why did he bring her here?' he thought to himself in questions. Sitting down on a nearby chair he watched the two converse about it among other strange things. At some point he was introduced the fae in which Ikaron bowed his head. 'Bloods. Shreds. Anthenaeum. Lilith... Words that all have meaning to the fae and man.' he thought distraught by his lack of knowledge.

 

[AshenLily]

Everything was a blur, as the new man came in, apparently someone Micah had appointed to take care of her. She was only somewhat coherent, as he moved her to a new table, and laid her on her stomach. The man was gentle, as he cut her blouse loose. A small part of her was upset over the loss. It had been one of her favorites. The rest of her didn't realize what was happening. Fayde was unconscious through most of the procedure, only waking a few times, for short periods, when the pain was enough to rouse her from her stupor.


"This is going to hurt. A lot. Brace yourself, and try not to struggle too much." The words held no meaning. In this state, they didn't seem to carry any weight. Everything was so surreal-- the thought was cut short, as she felt what could only be a super-heated needle pierce the outer edge of the gash the knife had created along her back. Fayde screamed, and writhed in agony, the pain far greater than the initial pain that had been caused by the cut in the first place. Her scream continued until she was completely out of breath. Her head spun, her body finally completely relaxing as she collapsed, again unconscious...


Her eyes flitted open, and she glanced around the room. Was this a bar? How did she get here? Confusion set in, as she was unable to recall the last few hours of her day. Where had her blouse gone? She began to sit up, and suddenly felt a sharp lance of pain shoot down her back. She cried out softly, and laid back down. Still unsure of what had happened earlier that day.


"Ah, you're awake. I wouldn't suggest moving right this moment. Everything's all stitched up, and just about ready to go, but trying to get up on your own would be a poor idea... as you may have noticed." A pause, then: "you're extremely lucky, you know. That knife somehow managed to bypass every single artery, and major muscle in it's path. Though the pain you're in is undoubtedly excruciating, you should be fine to walk, with some help. I don't believe there will be any permanent damage."





Knife? What knife? Fayde thought hard, and suddenly was able to remember the situation with the other Lycan. She'd had the opportunity to kill him. To rip his throat out. She'd let him go, and this was the result. That coward! He'd literally stabbed her in the back, after she had spared his life. Fayde silently resolved to personally end that Lycan's life. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. If the other Lycan had stabbed her in the back, how had she gotten here...? Digging deep into her thoughts, she suddenly remembered a name. Micah. Was it the Micah she thought it was? The name was fairly uncommon. At that moment, it was as if a flood gate had opened up, her memories from earlier all rushing back to her. Micah had asked her to help him. She'd declined. Though she cared about Micah deeply, he was in the Athenaeum. Fayde knew better than to get involved in anyone who was part of a gang, after Ariakan's death.


That's when it had happened. Fayde groaned, and gingerly rolled on to her side, wincing at the pain. If he'd brought her here, where was he? And, if that was the case, and he'd saved her life, she was now indebted to him. Not only for him avenging Ariakan, but now for saving her own life, as well. Dammit! Fayde hated owing people things. It was always inconvenient, and led to her letting them manipulate her. Turning to look at the man who had patched her up, she spoke softly. "W-wher is he? Where's Micah?"


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira gets in the cab after Lance, glaring at the cab driver who was looking quite mortified at seeing a one armed man and a woman carrying the detached arm. "Hospital now!" She commands before sighing frustratedly and rubs her forehead before looking at Lance, the panic soon turning to anger at realizing he was going to live. "I should keep this thing and beat you with it whenever you annoy me. Then maybe your stupid pranks would be amusing to me" She leans back against the seat. "You have a lot of explaining to do. I hope you know that." She hears a beep and pulls out her phone and raises an eyebrow curiously at reading the text. "Well at least tonight sounds like fun" She mutters to herself, she'd been itching for a good scrap lately. Taking her rage out on Lance often got rather boring after the upteenth time. She puts her phone away and looks up seeing they had arrived at the hospital "Can you walk or should I have them bring out a stretcher for you?"She asks as she slips out the cab and reaches for her wallet to pay the driver and soon realizes it was missing. "Give. Me. Back. My. Wallet." She says trying to control her temper. "You're lucky you're missing an arm or I swear Lance..." She lets the threat trail off. She just grits her teeth, of all the stupid things Lance had ever done this had to be on the top of the list.


@divyansh

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory/Nameless Physician


"W-where is he? Where's Micah?" As the physician cleaned his hands he nodded towards the bar. He didn't like doing these call things for Micah. At least the pay was good, but it wasn't quite worth the risks.


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"Yeah...we're going to need a lot of people. The bloods are big...taking them on would be hard." Micah shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no, no. We can't take them on. That's the thing. Everett is on top for a reason. Maybe we if we managed to get all of the top members in an all on one on him, we could do it, but with even such little support as Abaddon up there.. We couldn't do anything. Anyone below our power would only be in the way."


"Who's the highest member of the Shreds I can reasonably get in contact with? You probably could arrange a meeting yourself with their leader, but after the incident with one of his minions, that may not be the best of ideas...I don't have your clout, that works for and against me. Hell a second in command can influence the opinion of the leader." Micah sighed. He was just drunk enough for this to sound like a good idea in his head. He was just about to speak his mind when Gregory continued.


"I don't know the story behind her... but apparently you do care about her." He looked over his shoulder at Fayde, who seemed to have woken up. "If it wasn't you Gregory, I would've denied it, but I trust you. You're a good man. I do care about her. I care about her quite deeply." He shook his head and turned back to Gregory. "Gregory. You're right. Shirotae and me have been seeing eye to eye in matters before as far as I know, but it was his third in command I attacked, and I separated his shoulder from the rest of his body. And I don't know how Shirotae feels about the natural racism within Lycan circles, but I did it for a lawless lone wolf, and I'm not even sure if she's a fullblood. I could use your help, but the easiest way of dealing with this is if I gave you status within the Gang."


He paused, and then continued with less doubt in his voice. "So how about I give you second-in-command for this mission.." He paused shortly, this would never seem like a good idea if he wasn't intoxicated, but he doubted he'd regret it later. ".. And then you never step down." Carlos had been a thorn in his side from the moment he started. He ran the gang in ways none of the old librarians would've agreed with either.


@AshenLily


@Der Kojote


@whateverwater

 

[Der Kojote]

"So how about I give you second-in-command for this mission... And then you never step down."


Gregory let out a breath, to say he was caught off guard, "Second in command...well...that's...that's an interesting prospect." He wasn't entirely sure if this was the alcohol making the decision, on either of their parts, though he new what had to be done. He need clout, he needed an ability to stop this, a lone mage was going to do nothing...but the second in command? Well, that'd do it. Well, neither of us will really have a chance to regret this decision is we fail. He thought to him self.


His mind made up, he slid the whisky glass to the side and straightened his shirt; for lack of blazer and tie. He gave his trade mark nod and calmly said, "I accept this proposition. I will assume the second in command position." He breathed deeply, well no turning back now. Then looking at Micah, speaking without a hint of emotion,"What are your orders Boss?"

 

[AshenLily]

She saw the physician nod in the other direction. Of course. Slowly, she rolled over to her other side, taking great care not to make any sudden movements. Though she was feeling significantly better, her vision was still a bit blurry. She could just discern what appeared to be three men. Micah was obvious, his bright blonde hair easy to pick out in her otherwise dull vision. The other two she didn't recognize, and likely still wouldn't have, even if she could see them properly. Though the physician had advised heavily against it, she slowly shifted her legs to the side of the table, placed her feet on the ground, and began to stand, one arm preserving what was left of her modesty, the other braced against the table, to help support her.


The would in Fayde's back burned in protest, as she slowly stood, and she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from crying out. After what felt like an eternity, she was finally standing, the wound on her back now subsided to a dull throb. She shivered, suddenly realizing that the bar was cold. Looking up again, she was able to pick Micah out from the group of other men. "M-Micah," her voice was soft, weak, after the taxing morning she'd had thus far. "J-jacket?" Again, the word was all she could muster, for the time being. By anyone even remotely gifted in the art of healing, or first aid, it was clear that she wasn't yet ready to be up and about. Pride really was a miraculous thing. Still careful to shield her chest with her one arm, she lifted her other, to brush a lock of hair out of her eyes. How irritating. It really was a bother. She'd considered cutting it many times, but quite frankly, was a bit scared of the impact it would have on her true form. She turned her conversation back to the situation at hand, hoping Micah had heard her, and been able to understand what she was asking for.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"I accept this proposition. I will assume the second in command position." Micah grinned. Now he just had to handle Carlos. He had no idea how he was going to respond. He picked up his phone, only to realize he had Carlos' old phone with him too. He never gave that back. He sighed, it's athenaeum property either way. After quickly tapping it a couple of times, it was wiped of all old information. "What are your orders Boss?" He gave out a short chuckle. "Hell, you're already more promising than all the second-in-commands I've had before. Mission one, hold onto this." He threw him the phone. "That thing is expensive, but it's also incredibly useful. And really hard to break." He said, and he wasn't lying. The main plus for being a second-in-command in the gang for the past 20 years was getting one of those phones. There was a reason he went to such a length to regain it.


He quickly went through some things on his own phone, and eventually found the location of Carlos. After a few seconds of different programmes being run, he managed to get ahold of the phone he'd taken from N. He sent it a message, and a copy to headquarters. "You, Carlos Jimenez, have been moved from second-in-command to third-in-command, and your official replacement is Gregory Daniels." He felt quite proud, finishing something important like this up.


"M-Micah," He spun around to face the newly awakened Fayde. He would immediately rush up and hug her, but her lack of clothes would probably make that an awkward experience. "J-jacket?" He took a look at his blood-stained hoodie which was still in a pile on the counter and frowned. That was his favorite piece of clothing by far. "Myeah, about that.. I think there's a pretty big risk of infection if you're gonna touch that again. Nontheless, we can't have you like this.." He wasn't about to leave her topless, that'd just be rude, so he took of his shirt and threw it to her. "We're about the same size, right?" Not like it mattered. The shirt was way too big for him. He picked up his hoodie and put it on. At least it looked cool with the bloodstains, but this would be a bitch to get out. He had more shirts, but only one hoodie. Poor Micah.


Her waking up and approaching them had made him loose his attention to Gregory and the other man though. With worry in his voice, he asked "So.. How are you feeling?"


@BrownBear


@AshenLily


@Der Kojote

 

[AshenLily]

"Myeah, about that.. I think there's a pretty big risk of infection if you're gonna touch that again. Nontheless, we can't have you like this.." Fayde just managed to catch the shirt with the tip of her finger, as he threw it., and turned slightly to the side, making a small attempt at modesty, which ended up being mostly useless. She was beyond caring at this point, as she slipped the shirt over her head, wincing as it brushed against the wound on her back.


"We're about the same size, right?" Wrong. Very wrong. First off, he was a bit bigger than she was, not to mention the fact that the shirt was large enough to be big on him. The shirt positively drowned Fayde. Again, as she was beyond caring, the point really wasn't relevant. What mattered was that she at least had a thin layer of clothing between her, and the cold of the bar. "So.. How are you feeling?" Again, Fayde shivered. Who the hell keeps a bar so damn cold, anyway? She shook her head slightly, managing a few more broken words. Her strength was returning, and her legs had begun to steady, but it was still difficult to speak, especially between the chattering of her teeth. "C-c-c-c-c-old. N-n-n-no h-h-heater?"


Her vision being clearer now, than it had been just a few moments prior, she was able to make out the other two figures in the room, and confirm that she didn't recognize them, from anywhere. She raised an eyebrow, and nodded her head slightly at the man standing beside Micah, as if to ask who he was. She hated being so confused, and hated being confused around people she didn't know, even more than normal.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[BrownBear]

Having been home smoking and watching tv the whole time Demon looks at the text and yawns. He grabs the electronic letter on his other couch and heads outside. He makes a quick phone call involving his home and then throws the phone into the ocean. He reads the letter then smiles. He throws the blunt in the ocean too and heads back inside. Once inside he cuts off his dreads, shaves and packs. He gets on alexis and makes his way up north on whiskey street. He drops off his car at the cargo place and jumps on a small plane with his luggage. Next few minutes the engine starts and hes up in the air... soon he goes over the ocean and disappears.... cool.

 

[divyansh]

Lance could feel his power draining with his blood, well he had lost a whole lot of it. He just grunted and looked away on Kira's comment about using his arm like a bat to train Lance. As soon as the cab stopped in front of the hospital, Lance could feel his pain disappearing and a cloud of fear approaching, he knew that Kira was going to reach for her wallet and the result might just be ugly. Lance had tried to fetch it out of his pocket but it seemed the hand he was trying to use was missing. He glanced at Kira just to see her wrathful expression. " Oh fuck !" lance explained before Kira asked for her wallet. Lance hurriedly pulled it out giving a little whine of fear while he did. Lance was planing to walk to the hospital but after seeing Kira's this angry and his her threat, well even the mightiest Lycans would be horrified. he gulped down his fear, something that was not effective but now he could at least speak, " The stretcher... " he said in a voice that was trembling maybe with fear.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


He looked away when she put the shirt on. He felt like he was intruding, especially since she used to be Ariakan's girl. He'd missed her for sure, being one of the very few people he cared about, but he didn't expect her coming back to have such an effect on him. "C-c-c-c-c-old. N-n-n-no h-h-heater?" He looked back at her. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a girl wearing his clothes, but this one made him feel a lot more guilty. "Well, we can leave anyway. I'm pretty much done here." He turned back to Gregory. "Anyway, as you can probably tell, that first mission wasn't exactly of high importance. I need you to take a look at that and tell me how real you think it is." He said, pointing toward the folder lying in front of Gregory on the bar.


"Also, make sure to keep the box I gave you safe. Even without an impending doom, those things are important for information." He scratched his head and grabbed the bottle of vodka off of the counter. "So, Fayde. Are you going to stay here, or do you want to follow me back to HQ?" he said as he raised his phone and texted his driver. Looking over his shoulder he once again noticed the young magician sitting by Gregory. "And you, are you affiliated with any gang?"


(Nooo! It's so short and I don't know what to do!)


@AshenLily


@Der Kojote


@whateverwater

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory picked up the folder, flipping through it his eyebrow raised. "Come on...you can't be..." He flipped through a few more papers. "Uh-huh...so that's the way it is...marvelous." He put the folder down and exhaled through his cigarette, "Alright...so this day keeps getting worse. I've no idea about how possible it is... I mean lets put it this way, anytime someone uses enough magic, or science in the right direction, things can go horribly wrong, or horribly right. I mean, it could be possible, that would take a while to perfect i'm guessing. If it's fake, this could be a really convincing fake....if it's real...then...we maybe in for some trouble. That is putting it lightly.


He looked through the folder again, "Where did you get this? Informant? Donner? Is it just compiled data that our sources have gathered?" Our sources, now he was really sounding like he was second in command. "The only way that I'd be able to confirm this as true is if saw where you got this." With the Box comment Gregory did nod, "Don't worry, the guards are there, and my mother and father are no slacks when it comes to magic. My Mother is a master Herbologist, and my father knows half the Evocation spells on the books. Still I feel that it would be a good idea to head back. get straightened out. I look like hell and smell of whisky, not good attire for gang matters..."

 

[whateverwater]

Ikaron idly balanced his chair on its back legs and continued to listen to the adults talk about affairs. The conversation seemed to be coming to a conclusion. Before it could, the injured maiden that was treated by the newest arrival painfully shifted to her feet and called out for a 'Micah' and 'jacket'. Ikaron didn't understand why she covered herself. 'Was it something people always did or something new?' he thought, barely putting any deliberation into the question. He knew he wouldn't know the answer anyway. This city held the first strangers he's ever interacted with. 'Most were not nice, but that's normal.' he inaudibly smiled while returning his attention back to the bar. The fae was now bare chested and the woman had donned the man's cloth. As the fae continued onto issues that mattered more to others than him, Ikaron almost slipped into a daydream. A daydream of the home he lived in, his only home. His dream unraveled after a second of vivid imagery at the question of the man.


"And you, are you affiliated with any gang?"


"Gang? Are thou asking if i'm on a journey?" Ikaron asked, confused by the use of the word in overheard conversations. The word sprang up a lot when he heard a group talking amongst each other in an alley. It was thrown around a lot in the bar last time too. He felt it had a different meaning, perhaps pertaining to groups of people.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"The only way that I'd be able to confirm this as true is if saw where you got this." "Pretty good assessment. I actually have a longer term thing for you to do. I need you to figure out the state of the man I aquired this from's mind." He accessed a couple camera angles he remembered the man must've been seen on, ran his face through a couple facial recognition programmes, and finally had every camera in the city scanned for an appearance of him within the last ten minutes. Apparently finding him wasn't too hard. He sent the tracker over to Gregory's phone. "Alright, you'll be able to find the man through your phone now, but I don't need it finished immediately. If you started looking for him today, that would be cool. I'll make sure you get a meeting with Shirotae as soon as tomorrow." He did love being the Librarian. He might have all the power in might over this city, but he definitely had all the power over convenience. If it wasn't so unfortunate that there were more things than usual to account for, like superior fighters and occult magic, his gang would've taken over the city long ago.


"Gang? Are thou asking if i'm on a journey?" Micah hung his head. This kid was a bad case... But also useful. The child was young, if he could recruit him and vigorously train him, he could end up with a very powerful magician on his side. Right now, long term plans like that might sound crazy, but planning ahead usually always paid out. He almost laughed at the thought. Faes were supposed to hate spellcasters, though he himself had never seen a good reason to do so. Spellcaster were dangerous, yes, but that is no reason to hate them. He could understand it though. While photokinesis was the fastest and arguably the most lethal offensive magic type, spellcasters could still defend themselves from it using teleportation, telekinesis, or possibly erebokinesis, if they happened to be good at it. Fae weren't very good at protecting themselves at all. Shields out of light are as expected not very efficient, at least not against physical attacks. Spellcasters are probably the most dangerous threat to fae, so the hatred for them makes more sense than for anything else.


"No, that is not what I'm asking. But you've given me the answer I wanted to hear. You should come with me, so I can tell you about everything you need to know between now and 1820." He ran a hand through his hair. He had definitely put himself in work now. His limo rolled up outside the bar. "It looks like our ride has arrived, too. Well then, Fayde..." He looked at the magician boy. "... Ik.. Ikaron. Yeah, that's your name. Fayde, Ikaron, shall we?" He indicated the door.


(Let's wait for Ashen)


@AshenLily


@Der Kojote


@whateverwater


@Purpl (you might wanna read this)

 

[AshenLily]

"So, Fayde. Are you going to stay here, or do you want to follow me back to HQ?" Fayde considered her options for a few moments. She didn't particularly enjoy the idea of going with Micah, as getting too close with anyone who was affiliated with a gang could easily led to her being observed as being affiliated with the gang, possibly making her that much more of a target. However, the thought of going home alone, after her fight with the man earlier, who was apparently affiliated with the Shreds, sounded like an even worse idea. By now, she could very well be at the top of their to-do list, as far as she knew.


"Fayde, Ikaron, shall we?"


Her mind made up, she nodded slightly. "W-would we be able to stop by my place really quickly?" She indicated the shirt she was currently wearing, and forced a slight grin. "Not that I don't appreciate it, b-but I'd like to slip into something more comfortable."


@Prizzy Kriyze


Short post is short. Sorry.

 

[whateverwater]

"No, that is not what I'm asking. But you've given me the answer I wanted to hear. You should come with me, so I can tell you about everything you need to know between now and 1820."


Ikaron ruminated on the man's offer for a minute before he decided 'The word has changed into something else, but that's beside the point. The fae seems very knowledgeable about this time period. This could help me in understanding this city and possibly even more about the objects that are used... I don't understand my quest exactly, but it might involve it. The fae is also delving into that dark abyss too. From what I heard, he want's to keep the key to it away from someone... This seems like a good offer.' Ikaron smiled to the man "I will go with th(ee)-you." It took a while, but he found 'you' as the correct second person word to use here.


"It looks like our ride has arrived, too. Well then, Fayde... Ik.. Ikaron. Yeah, that's your name. Fayde, Ikaron, shall we?"


Ikaron nodded and followed him to the strange metal contraption. 'Strange..' he thought inspecting it up close. It was longer than the 'cars' he's seen. It had opaque windows making it seem even more bizarre.

 

[Der Kojote]

Noting that Ikaron had somewhere to go, and fayde was going to get taken somewhere for her healing, as well as having information to access things were looking very productive, and the fact that he wasn't needed now. He was about to lave when he turned his head back, "I'll get on this within the next few hours. and one last thing." He yelled back. "HECTOR. WE'LL BE OUT SHORTLY!" a voice called out back from the bar, "GREAT I CAN OPEN AGAIN! GET A MOVE ON HAPPY HOUR IS FAST APPROACHING." Gregory blinked, "IT'S NOT EVEN 2:00!" Again Hector's trade mark response "F--- OFF IT'S MY BAR!" With that Gregory turned and headed back home.


There were questions to answer, modes of attack to ponder, he was the second to the librarian now. He had a lot to read up on. However, that would take some time, and unfortunately time was of the essence. Things were moving fast, much faster than he would have liked. If the bloods were going after Lilith they already had to be ahead...location maybe? No...no...they would have insanity upon them if they knew her location. But what about a means of locating her? The only thing that really could track a vampire was a werewolf. There were only two options for that. Independent werewolves...or the shreds. Yet, the shreds were older, had better senses... the bloods would of course want to do this quick...how they'd get them...Gregory didn't know. These questions could be answered later, one task at a time. Right now clean self. Next task, confirmation of documentation and sources. Third task, meeting with Shred leadership to discuss cooperation.


The next few days were going to be really...REALLY busy...