Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"W-would we be able to stop by my place really quickly?" He looked her up and down once. "You sure? I think you fit in it." He said jokingly. "Yes, of course we can. Except for this gentleman here," he indicated where Ikaron had just stood. "I really don't have anything important to do today." He looked at where he indicated and realized Ikaron had walked over to the Limo. "Well, I guess he just can't wait." He turned and walked out of the bar. He stood next to Ikaron for half a second, and condescendingly looked at him as he inspected the limo, before sighing, and saying "Just get in." He opened the door for him, and held it open for both of the passengers to enter.


He looked up at the semi-dark sky. It never seemed to clear up around here. He could barely recall ever seeing a bright blue sky on anything but pictures. The limo was armored. Very armored. So armored that you couldn't even get in touch with the driver from the back, and therefore Micah pulled his phone out once again, and texted him "927 Pellridge Road". He knew the address by heart. He'd been tempted to visit so many times, but he was scared of the reaction he'd get, so he always chickened out. He nodded to Gregory, before crawling into the limo and closing the door. (after the passengers, of course)


He leaned against the door once inside, and the limo went off. He sent a glance at the strange boy first, but he seemed to be doing alright, so he looked back at Fayde. "... What have you been doing for all these years? It's been like.. 3? 4?... 7?.. I don't know, I lost count." He had more or less surpressed the memory altogether. He realized it had to have been a while back though. It was what had caused him to train so hard. He didn't want to have to lose anyone ever again, especially due to his own inability.

 

[AshenLily]

After climbing inside of the limo, Fayde looked around. It was definitely well-protected. She sighed with relief, feeling as if she could finally relax, if only for a moment. Taking care not to put too much weight on her would, she slowly leaned back. "... What have you been doing for all these years? It's been like.. 3? 4?... 7?.. I don't know, I lost count." She turned to face Micah as he asked the question. "Tomorrow makes four years," she said shortly.


The situation had been weighing heavily on her mind as of late. It always did, whenever the date approached. She remembered that day better than she remembered earlier today. He and Micah had just been "going on a short patrol", for God knows what reason. She hadn't cared to ask, really. Just because her mate was in a gang didn't mean that she had to have any interest in the gang's workings. Fayde had tried to convince Ariakan to leave the gang multiple times, but he always countered with something about brotherhood, and all that bullshit.That day, it had been quite rainy. As Ariakan had turned to leave, Fayde finally lost it. She'd yelled at him, cursing him for putting the gang before her all the time. Remembering it now, she bitterly remembered how irrational she'd been, her eyes clouding over as the memories ran through her mind, as they so often did.


Because of Fayde's outrage, Ariakan had decided on a different patrol route than they normally took. A shorter one. She couldn't help but think it had, at least in someway, contributed to his death. When she'd caught wind of his death, she was crushed. Especially to hear that Micah had survived. She was livid. Why did it have to be Ariakan? It wasn't fair. As far as she knew, Micah didn't have anyone else to live for. Just himself. Ariakan had Fayde. Fayde had Ariakan. She'd initially wondered why it couldn't have been Micah, instead. Again, the thought was completely irrational, but as with all beings, she wanted someone to blame. It was easier that way. She'd confined herself to her apartment. To their apartment. Seldom venturing outside unless the need arose. She'd attended the funeral of course, as had many others, members of the Athenaeum, included. The entire day had been a blur, many offering her their condolences, which she'd shrugged off. Condolences didn't help. They didn't bring Ariakan back to life. She sat in the limo, off in her own mind, as she remembered, partially with joy, partially with regret. Partially with anger, though it wasn't directed at anyone other than herself, and, surprisingly enough, Ariakan. If he'd just listened... she shuddered softly. While she had taken him as her mate, they'd never gotten the chance to make it official. They'd been planning a wedding to finalize everything, but his death had put a halt to those plans.


Fayde sighed, and recalled the events thereafter. She doubted anyone really knew how difficult it was to sort through a loved one's possessions. Truth be told, she hadn't thrown away a single thing of Ariakan's. As she pondered this thought, she suddenly recalled, with immense irritation, the last item on his will. It had indicated a letter in a strongbox Ariakan kept locked within his personal safe. The will directed that the letter was for Micah, and Micah alone. It had been stamped with his personal seal, and remained that way throughout the years. Though she'd been tempted to open it several times, just to see what was so important, that it needed to be left for Micah, only, she couldn't bring herself to defile Ariakan's last wish. In fact, she'd completely forgotten about it until just now.


Turning her attention back to the present, Fayde turned to look at Micah. Her expression was somewhat cold, the bitterness caused by remembering the letter still alive and well. "I almost forgot," the words came slowly, as she tried to decide whether or not she should give it to him. She finally agreed it was best. "Ariakan. When he... passed. He left you something. I don't know that it's of any consequence, after so long, and I apologize for not giving it to you earlier. But I'll collect it when we get to my place." Again, she paused. "I'm not sure what it is, exactly. Just a letter, as far as I can tell. But Ariakan's will indicated it was for you, and you alone." Fayde silently hoped that whatever was inside wasn't time-sensitive, as it could cause issues between her, and her newly re-found friend.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[whateverwater]

When Ikaron entered the stretched car, he began to inspect everything around him. The buttons that slide the window he sat by slid up and down, the buttons that locked and unlocked his door, and even the adjustable seats were victims to his abusive curiosity. He noticed the translucent properties of the window from the inside and was pleasantly astonished. 'Magic can hold no candle to this glorious ingenuity.' he thought as he sighed in ecstasy. (afk while fixing a laptop. will detail later)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"Tomorrow makes four years." She remembered. Micah's eyes dropped to the floor of the limo. She remembered, but he couldn't. In this way, she was stronger than him. She didn't continue, and actually respond to his question, but it made no difference to him. He was already being swept away in a flood of painful emotions. Ariakan was dead. The best friend he'd ever had, and it was his fault. He used all his might to choke back the tears as he thought back to the night.

Spoiler

Micah always took the short shifts, he was lazy like that. He had a bit of a reputation back then, too, and was usually left alone on his shifts. Not that anything ever happened on them, anyway. That night was different though, he was joined by none other than Ariakan himself. He thought he had been doing so good lately, and how things were going with the third in command, it almost looked like Ariakan was gonna jump up and become a bigtimer, so he shouldn't have any time to spend with the lowly sod going on his short shifts. He said it was because he needed to talk. His girlfriend had been upset again. Micah loved the opportunity, they hadn't talked for quite some time as of late, so he said "Yeah, sure. Come along on my shift.". He could never have imagined the result.


It looked like a completely normal night. Only hobos strewn about on the street. Apparently Fayde had gotten upset about him refusing to leave the gang, again. Micah wasn't one to give out advice where he didn't have experience, he was more into one night things, but tonight he felt confident. "I guess.. If you love her, you shouldn't let the gang stand in the way of you two." He'd met Fayde a bunch of times, and he understood why Ariakan loved her. She was a nice chick. Or bitch. Whichever you prefer.


It wasn't exactly a normal thing, but Ariakan hugged him. Apparently he was really torn up about this. He agreed with Micah's idea, he'd been thinking about it for real lately, but he needed someone else's opinion. They were going to get married after all. Maybe get a family. He didn't want their children to be in danger because of the gang.


And as they stood there in the alley, in an arguably gay embrace, they weren't exactly on high alert. Micah felt his heart drop as Ariakan leaped in between himself and a bullet. Ariakan was something else. With a bullet through him, he still managed to rip the head off of a guy, but that was it. He collapsed, and everything after that was very bright. Probably the first time he'd efficiently used photokinesis, but at least he was still alive. He rushed up to Ariakans body and held his head in his hands. "You can't just die here! That bullet was for me, godamnit. ME!" Ariakan just looked at him. He wasn't even sure if he was conscious. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,nononononono. Pull yourself together! Why the fuck did you do that? You have a girl! You have friends! You are important! I'm just.. I'm just me!"


"... It's alright, man."


Barely a day passed where he didn't hear something along the lines of "You should've died." or "It was just unfair for him." There wasn't a single person who'd rathered Micah lived. He couldn't even look Fayde in the eyes at the funeral.


Ariakan had been his only friend.


"I almost forgot," The words broke him out of his bubble. "Ariakan. When he... passed. He left you something. I don't know that it's of any consequence, after so long, and I apologize for not giving it to you earlier. But I'll collect it when we get to my place." He looked at her, but didn't dare trying to respond out of fear his cleverly built wall holding back the tears would break, so he simply nodded, hoping that his eyes weren't so red that it would be noticable. "I'm not sure what it is, exactly. Just a letter, as far as I can tell. But Ariakan's will indicated it was for you, and you alone." He would've been upset, but he didn't think he deserved it. He was the reason Ariakan died. He's the issue. He's the problem.


He coughed a couple of times, and said "Well, it looks like we're here." His voice didn't crack, but it could probably have been noticed that he wasn't in any of his usual moods. He stepped out of the limo and into the street before anyone could ask though. The rain started falling again. It had been quite dry for the past thirty minutes, but the storm that raged just this morning was back. "You can stay in the vehicle." He said to the spellcaster boy. It was awkward enough that he was almost crying, and if he were to accidently break down, he didn't want anyone but Fayde to see it. A single tear ran down his cheek, but it would never be noticed amongst the thousands of raindrops.

 

[Purpl]

Nimensei made his way down the alleys of R'lyeh, slowly but surely moving towards his apartment. There were not a lot of time left before there might be hybrids loose in the town. Bue he did not feel like going there, because he had no idea if there would be any people there to help him. ARGH! The inside battles was too much. He laughed at himself, what a crybaby i am! He thought while entering the door to the apartment building. Inside he went for the stairs, he never really did like small confined spaces. So instead he ran up the 7 sotires and finally landed at the top floor. As he was to turn around the corner he suddenly stopped, a bad feeling in his stomach made him stop. He took of one of his shoes and tossed around the corner, and as soon as he heard the silenced shot go off he sat off with high speed towards the end of the hallway, there stood a tall man in black suit with a silenced M9. The other shoe Nimensei held in his hand, or at least he did, right now it was in the air on the way towards the hitman. But it didn't fly far before the hitman shot, but luckily the shot only brushed his shoulder. When there, Nimensei hit the gun out of the mans hand, almost knowing there should be another one he took the man in a strangling grip, turning him around and going in with him first into the apartment. And, as he opened the door a few shots were fired in to the man, letting him drop down and rushing towards the origin of the sound. The other man couldn't react to the speed of Nimensei, and soon they sat down on the floor, Nimensei holding a dagger to his throat and just breathing heavy in to the mans ear, then, a twitch in his body and his gaze turned.


"HAH! Hahahahahhaha!!!! AHHHHhahhahah! TWO? They sent TWO men for me? What a .... what a DIIIISGRACE!" He let the knife slide into the mans throat a bit, feeling how he squirmed under his tight grip.


"Kill me you son of a whore"


"Fine" Nimensei said cold, close to the mans ear while slitting his throat slowly but deep.


"AH! It's good to be out again, i almost missed it, you had your fun now. YES! YES! I know what we have to do...i was always better at fighting anyway, leave this to me and you can take the diplomatics afterward....bah you are so annoying sometimes"


Nimensei started hummin while cleaning out his apartment, the only thing he really needed right now was a new pair of clothes, his computer and his arsenal. Two bags was enough, then he simply pulled up a can of gasoline that he had for safekeeping, put some in the apartment, lit a torch and started running towards te balcony. As the gasoline started taking fire, he made his jump to the next roof. The apartment was in an inferno in a matter of seconds.


"What a nice beacon! This would have looked nice in the night! Bah! Why did it have to be daytime!?"


"Well somebody obviously foud out the information didn't disapear....perhaps they knew i stole it..heheheh well, now it's too late, i'm already on the radar, let's just finish what we started shall we?"


For anyone looking at him, it would seem as if he was speaking to himself.


He pulled up his phone, realizing he needed help, and the only number he had for now was Kiras, and Micahs, but he was afraid of getting more on Micahs bad list, so he left him out untill it actually was critical. Perhaps he had someone working on it already.

Kira, WolfLady

left

We are running out of time, need help from anybody possible asap, meet me at the south west docks, the one that burnt down a while back. I know Lance is wounded, but we will need him too. IF you by any chance trust a vamp, bring that one too.

left

I wouldn't ask for your help if i really didn't need it. Please.

He started running for the docks.

 

[AshenLily]

Fayde thought she sense a slight change in Micah's demeanor. She pondered it for only a moment, before dismissing the thought. Discussing Ariakan's death would get to nearly anyone who had known the man. He'd been an incredible Lycanthrope, especially for not being of pure blood. "Well, it looks like we're here." Fayde carefully stepped out of the limo, sighing with relief as the cool rain fell. "This way." She was fairly certain Micah would still remember the way, as he'd visited so many times over the years, up until Ariakan's death, but figured there wasn't any point in asking him to lead the way. She opened the door. It was unlocked. It was almost always unlocked. In a city such as this, that seemed crazy, but Fayde didn't have any possessions she particularly cared about, other than a few of Ariakan's shirts. The rest was trivial. Just mere possessions, that held no significant meaning, whatsoever.


She worked her way into the bedroom, and changed. Slipping on a pair of jean shorts, and a sleeveless black top, hurried to one of her drawers, grabbing an elastic to hold her hair back in a long ponytail. She poked her head out of the room briefly. "I'll be just a few minutes. This safe's always been a pain." Fayde turned to the safe. It was in plain sight, which many would consider odd, but that wasn't of much consequence, seeing as the safe was nearly ten feet tall, and three feet wide. It wasn't in much danger of being moved. Fayde began twisting the dial on the safe, to enter the proper combination, careful not to bypass any of the numbers. Ariakan had a 37 digit combination on the safe. As far as she knew, Ariakan had been the only one who knew the combination, until he left it in his will for Fayde. The paranoid bastard never hid anything in the damn thing, and hadn't left any instructions on how to change the combination, so she just left it as is. Fayde completed the combination, and the door swung open, revealing a thick coating of dust on each of the shelves, within. A single item was held within the safe. The letter. She pulled it out, and examined it, Ariakan's untidy scrawl bringing back yet more memories. She sighed, and closed the safe, letter in hand.


"Well, here you are." The irritation in her voice was clear. This damned letter was apparently more important than anything he'd had to say to Fayde. Of course it was. It was likely gang related. The gang had always been more important in his eyes, Fayde taking a close second place. Or so she thought. She extended her hand toward Micah, and waited for him to accept the letter.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Der Kojote]

The shower had put his mind at ease. Now no longer reeking of whisky and cold sweat, he had donned his usual suite and tie. Task one had been completed, now for task two. He flipped through the folder files again. something caught his eyes, "Number...Nimensi? Odd name, however that must be the the person that provided the information. There also was an address. Though it was still slightly concerning that Micah was having him investigate the mental state, and credibility of the person in-question. He pulled out his new phone. He began typing up a text.


"Hello. This is in regards to your earlier contribution of intelligence to the organization. I've been assigned by the Librarian to your...interesting case. If your folder is fake, then the contents are masterfully made...if not...then this does indeed need to be looked into and fast. The new owner of this phone is Gregory Daniels, new second and command of the Athenaeum."


He paused, he dreaded doing what he was going to do next, he only adopted the name as something to scare gangs who threatened his turf...the name had stuck though, and it was credibility. Thus he shot another text message. "if the name sounds unfamiliar, then you maybe more familiar with the nickname Blitz. Shall I meet you prior or shall I head to the address provided in the folder?"


@Purpl

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


He took a couple of deep breaths before Fayde stepped out of the limo. "This way." He followed her through the familiar scene. He'd been here many times before... But that was long ago now. He almost felt heavier than usual here. It was strange. He hadn't felt any emotional pain since back then, so this all felt alien to him.


They eventually reached her apartment. The door was unlocked, and made a sound when it opened. A familiar one. Everything in this atmosphere seemed to bring Micah down, and he couldn't do anything against it, he was just happy his walls were holding. When they got just inside the door, Micah couldn't make himself go further in. He just stood there, by the door, scanning the room over and over and over again. Fayde moved off and changed, and soon poked her head out, saying "I'll be just a few minutes. This safe's always been a pain." Of course the safe would be a pain. It was Ariakan's, after all.


He leaned against the doorframe and stared at the floor. He started getting nervous. He hadn't felt it earlier because of his emotional pain, but he noticed now. He really wanted to know what it was that was left for him, so as soon as "Well, here you are." was heard, he jumped slightly. He reached his hand out and took the letter from her. There was more weight to it than he would've expected for paper, but he didn't question it. In a fit of excitedness, almost ripped the envelope open, but at the last moment realized that it was only addressed to him. There might be something important here.


He didn't want to use psychometry to ruin the surprise, so he just turned away from Fayde and opened it..

I write this letter now, as I fear my life is in danger. As of late, I can't shake the feeling that I'm being constantly watched, even now, as I write.


If you're reading this, it means I was likely correct. I'm hoping this is a bit outdated at this point, as right now, I don't anticipate myself dying just yet. Whatever the case, I hope I at least went down in a blaze of glory. I'm going to go out on a limb, and wager that I took at least seven Bloods out with me.


At the time I'm writing this letter, you've met my girl, Fayde, quite a few times, and probably know we're quite close. No one knows yet, but we're planning on tying the knot! I can only hope this letter has been found after we've had the chance. If not, you'll find an additional parcel enclosed. More on that, later.


Fayde means the world to me. She's a tough gal, but she's too proud. I worry that, in my absence, she won't have anyone to turn to, when she needs it. That's where you come into the picture...


Micah, I apologize if I overstep the bounds of our friendship by making this final request of you, but I have no one else I'd trust to carry it out. If you decline, I don't blame you. I harbor no ill will for you, whatsoever, as I understand the enormity of the request I make, now.


Keep Fayde safe. By now, she's likely broken off all contact with the gang, save for this letter. She's prideful, and even foolish enough to think she can survive, and thrive, in a city such as this on her own. That may be the case. But whatever I fear threatens me, likely won't stop there.


That is my request. Keep her safe. Be there for her when she needs you. Do what I am unable to do. Protect her.


P.S. If we've yet to wed, you should find an item of great importance within. The ring I intended to give her, the day we married. Keep it safe, for now. Keep it until she truly needs it.


Ariakan

Micah looked down at the ring in his palm, and felt his eyes watering up. Without turning back to Fayde, he stepped out into the rain. He walked about 15 steps in a brisk pace, and then fell down onto his knees, and faced his head towards the sky. He had a mental imprint of the message. He'd never forget it now. The letter in his hands was soon soaked, and unreadable. It only took moments before it was ruined, and there was no turning back from it. He quickly slipped the ring into his pocket, and felt the water running down his face. A mix of warm and cold.

 

[Purpl]

As he had started running, his apartment had been set ablaze. Now, a high pilar of fire raised towards the sky. He chuckled, it was indeed a nice bonfire. Sad about the bed though, he liked it.


When the phone buzzed he took it out immidietly.


AH! So he wasn't being left totally alone.


He replied;


"Well..ehhh, the building is not going to stand much longer, had to torch the place! Some guy didn't want this information going out so hahah HA! He sent out killers for me, sad it was only two....they barely scratched me! But anyway, what you have gotten is nothing, the folder is 20 times larger i have in my backpack. The biggest problem is that according to a computer, the cages to all this creatures will be opened and the dogs will be let out. Hahahah i let the dogs out! No but i would like you to meet me at the burnt down docks with your arsenal. AND! Sedatives enough to bring down 10 elephants, that's the only thing i don't have....And i have heard about you mr Gregory, you seem like a reasonable person midst all this chaos. I just don't want the town to go extinct, so...we need to find a way to kill the first thing and then you can read up on the rest of the papers, i think you can make more sense than me of those!


SO! Docks, Arsenal, Sedatives, NOW!"


He put the phone down his pocket and kept on running, sweat starting to slowly roll down his back and wet his shirt, making the mark visible for everyone.


@Der Kojote

 

[AshenLily]

Fayde watched Micah as he read the letter. Though he'd turned away, she could sense the sadness. It was likely the same effect the place had on her. The apartment felt as if Ariakan would walk through the door at any minute. But, of course, it never happened. It wouldn't. He was, after all, dead.


She stood, hand on her hips, waiting for Micah to finish reading whatever was in that dreaded letter. She supposed it was probably some piece of gang information, now useless. After all, what else could it be?


Fayde was startled as Micah suddenly left, without saying a word. She looked outside of the doorway, and saw him fall to his knees, turning his head up toward the sky. Did he slip something into his pocket, or was that just her imagination? Oh, well. It wasn't important. Whatever it was, if it had come from the letter, wasn't any of her business.


Stepping outside slowly, she approached the man, wondering what could have been in the letter to make Micah, who was usually so calm, and level-headed, behave like this. "H-hey. Are you alright? What was--" she looked down, seeing the ruined letter. Though she felt good about not reading it, as Ariakan had requested, she couldn't help but feel as if she'd lost a piece of her, with the letter. "Is everything okay, Micah?" she asked lamely. Had Ariakan had something so devastating in that letter, that caused Micah to react this way? Or was it something else? A reminder of their friendship, maybe? She wasn't sure, and it wasn't her place to probe that deeply. All she could do was make sure he was alright.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


Shirotae's eyes widened when he saw what Everett was doing, but surprisingly his pup stopped struggling and went limp in his hand. It seemed like his pup has called it quits with this whole charade which pleased Everett, he wouldn't have to deal with this pup after all. Realizing that Kuro called it quits Shirotae bowed his head, he still seemed extremely but he wasn’t as vivid as before.


"Fine, I'll help you," he told Everett through clenched teeth.


Before Everett could gloat about how he got the leader of the Shreds to help him Ambre came barging in with all of her haughtiness practically off of her like usual. Damn of course that girl thinks she can just waltz in, that ego of hers will be the death of her. Plastering on a smile Everett turned around and waved at her.


"Come now Ambre, there were guards at the door, I think it's obvious that I would be meeting with as you put it, 'these people.' Honestly if I'm having a meeting you can't just barge in, just wait until I’m done. Remember patience is key, however my patience with you is running thin," Everett warned her, with a voice that was sickening sweet.


Dropping the pup back on the couch Everett looked at Shirotae with a steely gaze. "In three days you will come back, I will give you back Kuro after you help me understand? In the mean time Kuro is a guest and will be treated as such unless you try anything."


If looks could kill Everett would be dead already, Shirotae’s hands were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white and he was all around furious, but he nodded his head and obliged, walking out the door, not before whispering an apology to Kuro. Kuro sent Shirotae a pitiful gaze but said nothing. Once Shirotae left Everett snapped his finger, making several guards appear. "Bring Kuro to the guest bedroom and treat him with respect, lay a finger on him and you will be beaten to an inch of your life, also take care of those guards who are passed out on the floor, make sure they pay for their incompetence."


The guards followed his orders without a bat of an eyelash and soon the only two people in the room were Ambre and him.


"Now that we've got that out of the way come and take a seat," Everett ordered her, taking a seat on his couch and waiting for her to follow. "I'll ignore that little stunt you pulled, barging in here and all...for now. Anyways how was the meeting? Did you use that charm of yours to get me a meeting with Micah...or did you go even further? I know how stubborn he can be..." Everett couldn’t help but chuckle after that, there were three things in this world that could be used to get what you wanted, money, power, and sex.


(Deiji-chan said I could take control of her chara's as she's on a trip so for the sake of things not slowing down I'm just going to move this whole thing along)


@Pasha

Also we're going to timeskip in a bit, not today but probably tomorrow

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[Der Kojote]

He read the text. "Sedatives. Ok, alright I can do that." He didn't have sedatives...he was a walking tazer. the diffrence between incapcitation and lethal force was a subtle difference in focusing on Voltage or Amperage. It took only 5 miliamps across a man's chest to kill him. A blast of an amp wouldn't be hard at all, and probably could take down most things. Still sedatives were called for...he reached for his old phone, Who better to ask then one of the best herbologists in the city...who lived two floors down.


"Yeah mom...I'm back meeting went great...No I'm fine, the guard was right to be worried but I got it sorted out. By the way...I need to know...how many herbs you have that can induce lethargy and sleep. Area of effect. Yes. Oh? really...No...not lethal, Size? apparently an Elephant's size. Your breaking out the madragora roots for this one?! Oh they told you...Yes...i'm sure Micah would appreciate a plate of cookies...Yes...yes...You know it's really odd to have your mother talk about the possible lethal applications of potions then offer to make his boss a plate of cookies...yes...yes...ALCHEMISTS FIRE?! Really? That'll do... Ok ok... I just didn't know my mother still had her whole collection of things that could explode...I love you too. Alright see you in 10." He hung up the phone. "that woman still scares me..." Sweet woman his mother. Would be baking a plate of cookies for the library staff one moment...and then brewing up concoctions that had pure extract of some really poisonous plant the next. Nevertheless this situation was probably going to involve him using a gas mask...

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira paid the cab driver before making her way inside, calling for a stretcher and demanded to been seen immediately. She makes her way back outside and back at Lance, rubbing her forehead with a sigh of aggravation. She heard a beep and felt a buzz of a text and pulls out her phone.

Random Number

left

We are running out of time, need help from anybody possible asap, meet me at the south west docks, the one that burnt down a while back. I know Lance is wounded, but we will need him too. IF you by any chance trust a vamp, bring that one too.

left

I wouldn't ask for your help if i really didn't need it. Please.

She looks up and away from it after checking the text, figuring out it was Nimensei, adding the number accordingly before putting it away and watches as the hospital employees admit Lance, seeing he'd get speedy service she follows along beside him. "I have to take care of something. Text me when you're able and I'll text you my whereabouts. I'm going to need you so make your recovery fast. I wouldn't be rushing out if it wasn't important" She goes to walk out of the hospital before looking back towards Lance. "Oh and by the way, try not to get yourself killed again. I'd rather not have to go through the whole process of finding another third. It's time consuming and tedious" She states, trying to make it seem as if she didn't care if he died because of that rather than anything else. She quickly makes her way out of the hospital and pulls out her phone once again to text back.

Nimi

left

I'm on my way. Lance is busy at the moment but will join us when it's possible. As for vampires I don't trust a single one.

She makes her way around the corner before shifting into her wolf form, taking off towards the docks. She felt a tingle in her spine and her mouth salivating at the idea of being able to sink her teeth into someone, in the bad way of course. It had been far too long, she wasn't sure why she was going to help Nimensei, maybe because he sounded desperate with the whole "please". The only weapons she needed were her teeth and claws, it was very hard to kill a werewolf with regular ammunition, just causing a more angry werewolf. As second in command she should be checking in with the alpha not on renegade missions but this may be something that would affect them all. So better put an end to it quickly if possible rather than let it get out of control. She did need to get in contact with Shirotae, it had been a while since she spoke with him or even saw Kuro running around and that made her highly nervous. Her next move would be to get in contact with him and figure out what the hell was going on. Too much was changing and she had a feeling it wasn't for the better.


She soon reached the docks, pacing uneasily as she kept an eye out for any sign of Nimensei or any unwelcomed company.

 

[Purpl]

Nimensei sat on a container, waiting for the others. He was quite visible, but he didn't care, if anybody wanted to kill him then they'd have to get in line. He heard a soft noise when Kira made her entry, he thought she had smelled him from long distance but when she came to the dooks it looked like she was keeping an eye open. Perhaps the fire had made him somewhat, less smell-able? He dunked his foot in to the container and tried to scare her a bit, smiling when she turned and had a what seemed like a startled face for a second or two, he was delighted.


"I am very happy you came, you will not regret this! You, we, we'll get to kill. Or at least try to kill. I am not entierly sure what to do with what is inside, so i have more people coming. We'll just have to wait for him and we should be good to go...It is quite bad we don't have any vamps though, since we don't know what we are dealing with. YES! Yes, i know you guys don't go together, but trust me, you will have a cold chill up your spine when you get inside!" He jumped down, lading like a feather and taking a few steps forward to her, getting close.


"So, why did you even come here? I'm curious, you don't really seem like the type, are you just bloodthirsty? Or, perhaps" He turned around for a bit, almost starting to laugh when trying to be serious about this part "you are interested in a puny human?" why he wanted to laugh was both the idea of a lycan being interested in a human, and himself calling himself puny. He was able to do a thing or two without having any kind of "powers", and also he didn't get any setbacks with thirst...oh wait, yes, he already had that. Oh well, at least he did not get problems around full moon.


"Perhaps, when this is all over, if it ever is, you and me should get a drink. And i mean not a drink where we try and steal information, or just a hostile drink, just a regular "thanks for killing everything behind my back" drink?" He looked at her with a big smile, as if everything was a joke to him, but yet he was serious in the tone and so did his eyes show, looking intensively at her.


(I MIGHT FALL ASLEEP, IF you want to go in and try and kill the 8 feet hybrid, go ahead, but otherwise we can do it in the morning. At least gregory can take the papers from him and read some)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


He heard her coming before she talked. Her steps echoed through the pouring rain. It's a weird description, unless you're a faerie. "H-hey. Are you alright? What was--" She abruptly stopped, but he waited for her to go on. He leaned farther back, until he eventually ended up lying on the concrete with his legs in a highly uncomfortable-looking position. He stretched his arms out to the sides, and knew he must look pretty ridiculous, but he couldn't care. He didn't want to stand up anymore. He was already completely soaked, and the rainwater was more or less filling up his hoodie.


"Is everything okay, Micah?" He listened to her, but didn't know what to respond. He felt so lost. He sighed loudly, still having the occasional warm drop running down his cheeks. "... Did you know that me and Ariakan knew each other way before either of us knew you?" It must've sounded rude, but he couldn't be bothered. "... The first time I met him was when I was 14... Of course, it was different back then. He treated me like a child, since, well, I was. But we got close back then. He was the main reason I found my way into The Athenaeum. Between I was 16 and 20 we didn't talk though. We had a falling out, so to speak..." He sniffled quietly. He felt like a child, lying on the ground and crying in the rain.


He'd never told anyone about this, but honestly, when Ariakan died he felt way worse. "I haven't ever said this, but my parents were civilian casualties in the big fight between The Bloods and The Shreds nine years ago. That's when I met him again. He saved my life. And I remember crying. I had never had anything bad happen to me before then, and out of the blue my parents died, and was about to be murdered too, until he came. I..." He was interrupted by his own sniveling. "Sorry.. I... I remember what he said back then. That was when I chose to join The Athenaeum. He said, that in order to become strong, and to protect the people I love, I couldn't be lying on the ground crying about it." He laughed at the irony, but it didn't actually make him happier. "So he made me promise him to never cry again. And if I really had to, it should be in the rain, so no one knew..."


He laughed again. A desperate attempt to push aside the sadness. "At least I haven't broken my promise yet. Only cry in the rain.." He sat back up. He had more things he wanted to share with her. Things about Ariakan, but he couldn't stomach the words anymore. He stood up and looked at the note he'd left on the ground. He remembered him saying that he wanted there to be a big party when he died, where everyone would be happy, and remember him as he was when he was alive. Something like that happened, but Micah wasn't happy. He slammed his foot down on the note and twisted it. "There ain't nothing here to celebrate. We are all worse off without you." He said quietly.


He tried drying his eyes with his sleeve, which failed, as you might suspect. It actually made him wetter, if that was even possible. He turned to Fayde. "I'm sorry about that. You wouldn't be nice enough to fetch me the shirt I lent you, would you?

 

[Der Kojote]

The trek to the docks was a simple one. No problems though it was odd, a man in a suit and tie, smoking a cigarette, though he had a backpack slung over his shoulder, and a gas mask dangling from his belt. Odd, yes, totally out of place in R'yleh? not so much. He came upon the place he was to meet the contact, and there he was on a container. Talking with some female...wait..that was the female he saw earlier at the Shoggoth...Knew there was more to her...Well time to make introductions.





He slowly walked up to the both of them, smoke from the cigarette drifting up into the rain clouds above. "Madam, Sir, I assume that this is the group assembled for the express purpose of dealing with these, Hybrids?" he looked at both, they looked normal enough...though the male seemed off... "Gregory Daniels. If anyone needed to know...now why did you need essentially an Alchemical Arsenal?"

 

[AshenLily]

Fayde listened, as Micah told his story.


"...So he made me promise him to never cry again. And if I really had to, it should be in the rain, so no one knew..."


She managed a small smile. How like him. He'd never said the words to Fayde, but she knew no one could be strong all the time. Was this why Ariakan enjoyed the rain so much? The reason that whenever it rained, they walked? So that he could have a chance to release burdens, as well? Maybe the strong, iron-hearted wolf she'd fallen in love with was a bit more than she'd suspected. The thought saddened her, that she'd never known the softer side of Ariakan. She felt her stomach churn. The wolf she'd known had been far different than the picture Micah had just painted. Always her pillar of strength. No matter what was going on in his life, he'd always been able to right the wrongs in Fayde's own life. Never hesitated to take her burdens onto his own shoulders. From the moment they'd met, he'd lived his life for her. Her, and the Athenaeum. She'd never really understood what it was about the gang that had attracted someone like Ariakan into it. With his large build, he'd seemed more the part of a brawler, someone who would fit in better with the Shreds, than the Athenaeum.


Fayde couldn't help but envy Micah's relationship with her mate. Ariakan was always so busy protecting her, providing for her, and making sure she was happy, that he hadn't felt he could even express his own emotions around her. The thought stung. Come to think of it, she'd never seen him cry. Not once. Well, not that she knew of. Judging by how frequently they'd walked in the rain, she imagined she'd seen him cry quite often.


"There ain't nothing here to celebrate. We are all worse off without you."


Fayde was barely able to discern the words, over the dull roar of the rain. A bitter smile again appeared, as she knew exactly what he was referring to. If Ariakan had a catch phrase, that would be it. She'd lost track of the number of times he'd told her to celebrate his death, when he passed. Celebrate the life he lived, and the cause he died for. She'd tried. It hadn't worked well. She began to approach Micah, about to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, when he suddenly turned to face her. Awkwardly withdrawing her hand, she listened.


"I'm sorry about that. You wouldn't be nice enough to fetch me the shirt I lent you, would you?"


"D-don't be sorry. Thank you. I never knew..." her voice trailed off, and she turned, entering the apartment to retrieve the shirt she'd borrowed.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira did slightly jump at the noise Nimensei made. The bad thing about the rain is that it hindered her sense of smell, washing everything into a blur of smells. She shakes some of the rain off of her even though it was a pointless task before shifting into her human form. Her hair sticking out in every direction from the shake before pushing her hair back and makes her way over to Nimensei. She glares slightly at his being upset that no vampires were around but her face returns to it's normal expression when he at least acknowledges that they went together as well as oil and water. "Yes well, probably the blood thirsty blood part. It's been a while since I had a good fight and as for the interested in a human... hah!. When we do get that drink maybe I'll reveal a bit of my past to you. I used to hate humans more than I do vampires currently. However I do find you more tolerable than most" She gives a coy grin.


Why she had agreed to a friendly drink she still had no clue, her thoughts about that were interrupted at a man approaching them. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh at being called madam and looks over him briefly, she remembered him. He was the man at the bar she often spotted and had yet to strike up conversation with and here he was. Small world. Hybrids? She thought to herself, so that's what this was all about. She bites her lip in thought for a moment before catching the man's name. "Kira...." She simply states her name before looking over at the building, her curiosity peaked.

 

[Felicity]

Ambre cocked her hip, eying the situation, trying to deduce what was going on. It seemed like she'd gotten there just a sentence too late, as she was left with a furious looking Shred leader and a seemingly satisfied Everett, the pup at his whim.


"Come now Ambre, there were guards at the door, I think it's obvious that I would be meeting with as you put it, 'these people.' Honestly if I'm having a meeting you can't just barge in, just wait until I’m done. Remember patience is key, however my patience with you is running thin." A haughty sigh escaped from Ambre as he said this, her eyes rolling, however, she really did fear getting on his bad sad more than she already was and kept it somewhat discrete. The only reason Everett kept her around and in such a high position was because she got things done, and done well. "In three days you will come back, I will give you back Kuro after you help me understand? In the mean time Kuro is a guest and will be treated as such unless you try anything." So the Shreds were helping the Bloods through force of will, no doubt. She watched in disgust as the guards escorted Kuro out, Shirotae leaving as well.


"Oh, but my King, I couldn't just sit and wait in the hall with the whole place smelling of Lycan while you had a meeting with them... Maybe if you would be generous enough to pleasure me with what exactly is going on?" she purred, as she followed him to the couch, a case of déjà vu hitting her. "I'll ignore that little stunt you pulled, barging in here and all...for now. Anyways how was the meeting? Did you use that charm of yours to get me a meeting with Micah...or did you go even further? I know how stubborn he can be..." She decided to ignore the "for now," for fear of what that meant. She focused on the inquiry about the meeting with Ivory. "The meeting went well, all according to plan, and yes, it did take some coaxing but... you know. He'll be here tomorrow morning."


@magikarpfever

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


Ambre was getting on his nerves, she was acting arrogant and snobbish. The first time they met she was vain, but now it seemed like she thought she was superior to most people. Now Everett didn't have a problem with that as he too held himself in that way, however in her case it was getting to the point where she might put the gang at risk and to the point where she thought she wasn't below Abaddon or dare he say it...himself. Ambre is losing her respect for her superiors. I'll have to knock some sense into her before she becomes a casualty. If she wasn't so useful I'd kill her but at least she isn't like Shirotae's pup. Ambre has some value and her vanity is a delightful thing that spices things up, but she needs to be reminded from time to time where she lies in the hierarchy. Truthfully Everett liked how vain she could be and her causality with him, but sometimes she could be too casual with him, bordering insubordination.


"My dear Ambre don't you have faith in my abilities? So what if the place smells like Lycans. I could have easily taken them down..." Everett replied. Before saying anything else Everett leaned closer to her and tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear. "Taking you down however, would be even easier," he whispered in her ear, the same ear that tucked her hair behind. His voice was cold but silky, every word was threatening yet it was smooth like honey.


Going back to his previous position Everett smiled at her and leaned back against the couch.


"Anyways I'm glad to hear that you managed to get Micah to meet with me, you've done well. In fact so well that I'll ignore all of you misgivings for today. You are dismissed.”


@Pasha

 

[Felicity]

A signature fake grin decorated Ambre's lips until Everett spoke, "My dear Ambre don't you have faith in my abilities? So what if the place smells like Lycans. I could have easily taken them down..." she was taken aback as he came close, brushing her hair back, a sense of vulnerability washing over her. Only Everett could really evoke any sense of real, genuine emotion in her, the only person who could make her fearful or, dare she say it, insecure. For good reason, at that. She lifted her chin away from his face, from his intense gaze, her lips curling into a slight snarl. Oh, how she hated being reprimanded. She would just have to really watch herself from now on. Bow to his and Abaddon's whim when she really wanted to steal their positions. Treat them like Kings when she wanted to be the Queen. It was a waiting game, and she really did need to learn patience. "Taking you down however, would be even easier." She didn't dare look him in the eyes.


Regaining from her episode of vulnerability, she put on her everlasting "show," smile and all. She was dismissed and, thank god, forgiven for her behavior, though Ambre obviously didn't think she did anything wrong. She never did. She actually bowed, a gesture she hadn't done since she started working for the Bloods and left, her strut now a sort of stomp. As the doors closed behind her she let out an exhausted sigh. I know it sucks, but you have to watch yourself if you want to get anywhere, she thought, making her way to her car. She figured if Everett needed her, he'd just call her or send a guard like he had the day before.


@magikarpfever

 

[whateverwater]

Ikaron watched in a melancholy mood as the rain hit against his window. The fae and lady had left for things at her house. He didn't wish to know why it was taking awhile either. It wasn't a feeling of uncaring or superiority, but was a personal principle somewhere inside of him 'Not all questions need to be asked.' It sounded absurd to the rest of him, yet he felt that it might be rude or bring unpleasant memories to do so.


.........pat.. pat. pat.. The raindrops broke the silence that Ikaron had stopped thinking to listen to. He smiled at the thought of silence being ephemeral. 'Silence is life as noise is nothingness.' he philosophized absent mindedly while watching a child pass an elder on the sidewalk. Ikaron chuckled to himself at his pretentious philosphy. His expression turned blank when he noticed the underlying loneliness in his actions. Talking to himself and rarely ever truly interacting with someone. He had never thought of his feelings directly since when he left. 'Why couldn't you come with me?..' he thought before reliving his memories.


~~~~~


"Come hither, Ikaron." echoed through the still imaged memories. A decrepit, yet warm feeling door gradually covered his vision. The door seemed to tower over him as it came closer. After the door creaked open without his touch, a tall old bearded man picked Ikaron up and happily exclaimed "I knew thee could do it! Thou opened the door all by thyself!"


"A little more! Try thy hardest!" the same elder said, but now sitting on an old homemade chair that was levitating. The man in the chair floated a little higher then abruptly crashed to the ground. The man had a wound on his leg from the fall, yet still rushed over to Ikaron and praised him "I have great pride in thee."


The bearded man now seemed a little shorter compared to the other visions. He called to him from on top of a mountain "Visualize the action and block out everything else!" The memory had his vision shift from boulders to trees to cliffs to the side of the man. The old man shed tears of joy and embraced Ikaron. "Thou art becoming a great mage.."


The man hugged him and hid his teary eyes behind Ikaron. After the elder retreated behind the entrance door, he spoke with the same voice, but with a pained tone "Go to R'lyeh. Thy purpose lay there." The old darkened door slowly came to close. The closed door locked away not just his father and home, but also a piece of himself. The same door he opened as a child was now sealed until he completed his quest.. A light familiar weeping made its way through the cracks and holes in the door. A heart wrenching sound that he wished to forget.


~~~~


Ikaron's vision blurred and returned to the same raining cityscape.


His eyes were overflowing with tears and his throat felt like it had knotted itself. "I was happy to be given a task. I wanted to show you how much I growed, but here I am regretting my choice." He sniveled and forced his dirty cloak against the escaping tears. "It hasn't been more than 2 days, yet I cry from our seperation. Why do I feel this way, father?' Ikaron spoke through his constricted throat and tattered cloak. 'Tell me what to do, what to know, what to feel. It's all too heavy a burden for me to decide." he told the drops of rain that slid down his window. His mind a mouth stopped once more and listened to another second of silence..pat.pat...........pat...pat.


The silence stopped the tears and sad thoughts as if a miracle of nothingness from nihilistic god.


A slight smile forced its way on his face and brought a truthful thought along with it 'He wouldn't want me to cry over such a spoilt reason... just as I don't wish to feel so emotional.'

 

[Purpl]

Finally, Gregory had joined up with them, Nimensei had a rather puzzled face right now.


"Honestly? The only reason why there are 2 here is because there are no other people that believe in this or want to help me out. I guess both are understandable seeing that i am a psychopathic killer and hybrids have never actually been made before, they have all died on the table. ANYWAY! I am going to show you another world right now. And for the arsenal, you'll see for youself"


He smiled like a big dog, as if this was his big stick that he had found, he probably looked like a stupid golden retriever.


Opening the container he saw the others wondering what he was doing, but he just wandered inside to the back of the container and waved the other two inside. When they had set their foot inside he pressed the code. As the door closed the container started to rumble.


"Oh this is soooo exiting! I can feel the blood pump!" He took both Kiras and Gregorys arms and started jumping up and down of joy


"I want to kill it. I want to kiiiiilll it! It looks so undestructable, i want to kill it so bad!"


He had genuinly gotten exited about this, he felt that these two, two high ups in gangs, were here and this would solve the puzzle. Kira was a lycan, that was good enough for itself, especially from being high up in the gang. And this Gregory oozed of divination/spell casting among other things. But, when the elevator stopped and the doors opened and the shining bright light came in again he remembered the beast. Among all the white there were three big piles of blood from the killed scientists.


He walked up to the window, looking down in to the pit of room. It was still there, smashing at the walls, 8 feet tall and looking like something brought out of a horror story. Large wings, Large Fangs and large claws. It looked like the skin of it was not easy penetrated and if you tried and failed you would most likely be killed. But the room was big enough for everybody to be down inside and work on the beast at the same time. But he had no idea how the beast would react to anything, and that was both exciting and scary.


He waited on the others to come and see this magnificent beast, not knowing if the other hybrids were bigger, smaller or anything.


"So! Here is the thing we need to kill, a beauty right? Here are all the papers Gregory, i think that you will have the most use of it, you look like you know a thing or two. Read them and see if you find any weaknesses on this beast and then we will go in and try to kill it. I just want to slice it, but since i just want to slice it i am not calling the shots. When you have read that Gregory, give us a plan on how you want to take this thing down!"


Kira dragged a table to the window, screeching as it was dragged over the floor. He then placed himself on the table and sat and studied the beast, waiting for Gregories orders.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"D-don't be sorry. Thank you. I never knew..." He followed behind Fayde to the door. Talking about it felt nice, but he didn't plan on doing it again anytime soon. It felt like she had more to say, but since she didn't he kept shut. He stopped in the doorframe again. He still couldn't bring himself to enter. He took off his hoodie and dropped it on the ground. His pants were soaked too. It was as if he had went for a swim with his clothes on. In a short moment of forced sarcasm he thought to himself "Why didn't I let her borrow the rest of my clothes too? Clearly she takes better care of them than me." and then he realized what started that to begin with. Her shirt being completely ripped open. The irony.


Fayde's back reminded him of how much Ariakan had loved her. He always used to turn away when she left, since supposedly he couldn't stand watching her leave. Micah had called him pretentious, but there was no sense in mocking the dead now. This day had turned very important all of a sudden. The ring in his pocket felt like it was burning. Suddenly he had all of this responsibility dropped on his shoulders.. But he wouldn't fail him. Fayde was going to be protected.


@AshenLily

 

[Der Kojote]

The whole waiting process was unnerving, Nimensei was not right in the head clearly. Though after the door opened up and he saw down past the window…he was right. “Ok, you were correct…and that infact is a highly muscular abomination. The claws and fangs both looked Razor sharp. The musculature of the beast was clearly impressive, impressive strength clearly.


"Here are all the papers Gregory, i think that you will have the most use of it, you look like you knowa thing or two. Read them and see if you find any weaknesses on this beast and then we will go in and try to kill it."


Gregory looked through the papers scanning quickly. “Can flip a car…as powerful as Lycan…speed equitable to a vampire…ohh good those bode well…Nervous system very akin to overload. Well that’ll do nicely…Musculature around the neck…Two massive veins on either side under it. Ok yeah we can work with that. Alright listen up.”


He opened his backpack numerous purple potion vials we stacked inside, though he grabbed 5 orange vials. “Nimensei, these are alchemists fire…think napalm, except they ignite when the exposed to oxygen and are agitated…I hope you have a good arm…” He then stared out at the beast. “The creature is Powerful, fearsome, and bloodthirsty. However…its nervous system is not very…stable might be a good word. The skin is thick… but that’s to absorb damage, dull the pain. We’re going to have to hurt it badly.”


He conjured an electrical ball in his right hand, “My specialty is electricity…I’m going to attempt to 1. Causes its muscles to relax, so it won’t really be able to fight full strength, 2. Shock the nervous system to a point it won’t be able to control its actions…mind you that’s going to take multiple shocks…so we’re going to speed that process along.” He pointed to Nimensei, “With the alchemist’s fire… You are going to set it on fire. Along with the electrocution…its nervous system won’t be able to take such agony, it may stop, and shock may set in…then that’s where kira comes in.” Looking at kira he explained. “Now even with all this…it won’t die. The thing is tough, but I noticed something, two massive arteries carrying blood to the brain at either side of the neck, buried underneath the muscles. I need you to sever them. From there it will bleed out, massive hybrid is dead, and we can all get a beer to celebrate. Or at least that’s what I’m hoping.”