Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[Purpl]

He listened to Gregory, then realising it took a lot to kill just one and there were several places spread out over the city.


"It all sounds great Gregory! But does it take this much to kill ONE? I have no idea how many there are over the city! There are 7 more places in circles over the town and there might be more than one in those places. We can't really grab a bear after we killed just this one. We need to do it quick and move on. And as for the other places i have no idea how many people there might be or anything, there might even be guards! Like, real armored guards!


But yeah, let's get on with this one and take a little breather afterwards, i'll buy!"


He took the alchemist fire pots and held them tightly, still watching the window and waiting for everybody to make themselves ready. His heart pumping, ready for battle, not knowing how hard this battle will be or what could go wrong. But at least he would not die alone, sure people might not really know who or how he actually was, but if he lived perhaps that too would change. Ahh, now just to cool down before an important battle. He pulled up a candy bar from the back he always carried away, sat down on the table again and started watching the creature down there walking around, looking disoriented.

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory shook his head "7 or more...this day keeps getting better and better. Alright there is a substantially easier way...however that would involve weaponry upwards of 50 Caliber. armor piercing rounds. Something like a Beowulf should pierce the hide. If you had a high powered sniper rifle you could get through it's massive girth, a good shot could take down a few of these if he got the head. A rocket may do as well. Though it's fast, so it may dodge the rocket, not so much the 50 Caliber round..."


He seethed the next part through his teeth. "However...none of us had a need to bring or use military grade weaponry at this point...So now we have to use our God given talents to kill this one." he mumbled under his breath, "First *it* now this, well at least sooner or later this new problems will go away not so much the first one..." With that he cracked his knuckles as he did, white electricity crackled over his hands. "Kira, you make the call when you are ready to engage."

 

[AshenLily]

Fayde disappeared inside, entering her room to grab the previously discarded shirt. She sat on the bed with a heavy sigh. How could you leave me like this...? You promised you'd always be here to protect me. Always. Where are you, now? A tear rolled down her cheek. Fayde had had a pretty awful day, so far, and it was beginning to take it's toll. Maybe I'll lay down and rest. For just a moment... The bed was in the same condition it had been in when Ariakan had passed. After his death, Fayde hadn't been able to bring herself to sleep in the bed, usually falling asleep on the couch, or sometimes the floor. She'd forgotten just how comfortable the bed was... Fayde sat up with a start. Now wasn't the time to be falling asleep. Micah, and that other strange fellow were waiting on her.


She grabbed the shirt, and left the room. As much as she missed Ariakan, she had dwelt on the past enough for one day. Though she was unsure of what the rest of the day, let alone her future in general, held, it was time to get started. She approached Micah, and handed him the shirt. "Well, then. What were you planning on doing from here? I mean, really, there's not any reason you'd need me to come with you, right?" While Fayde didn't mind going with him, she didn't want to feel like a burden. "You've already done more than I could ever thank you for. I'd hate to inconvenience you further." Fayde hoped he couldn't tell that she'd been crying. She hated appearing weak.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Abaddon Iscariot


Abaddon straightened his tuxedo as he left his room. This life of extravagancy really had it's ups and downs. Down part was having to take care of all the administrative stuff. New vampires needed introductions, new rogues needed to be taken care of.. Luckily he didn't have to do everything himself, he had underlings to do it for him, but reading reports and giving orders was usually down to him. Everett was always scheming something. He hadn't ever told him straight out what it was, but he had his suspicions. Eugh. Well, it didn't really bother him that much anymore. Having the freedom of being second in command was worth it.


As he walked into the penthouse garage, he thought he heard something far away. He glanced over, and saw Ambre leaving her car and her servant behind. She'd probably worked her magic with The Librarian. In hindsight, he should probably have followed her to make sure she didn't try to pull anything with him, but he doubted she was traitorous, even if she was like she was. He simply ignored her and continued on his way to his personal car, when he realized something. She'd left her servant behind. A diabolical smile spread across his lips.


As soon as she left the garage he jumped over a couple of cars to get closer to her servant, who stood idly by the car, looking a bit shocked. He hadn't noticed Abaddon yet. Sorry mistake. He crept up from behind and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Little lambs shouldn't be walking around the lions den all alone." He didn't even give him time to react, before slamming his head into the end of the car rapidly. Lucky for him he was already dead. Had he been a human he probably wouldn't have been alive now. As he stood on his knees leaning against the back of the now deformed car, bleeding everywhere, Abaddon leaned against the trunk and lit a cigar. His act of violence seemed completely pointless, which it also probably was. Abaddon was, however, completely convinced that a beating only made subordinates more loyal. Or just too afraid to try anything. Besides, he liked beating them up. Especially evasive ones like Nadine.


"Since when's Nadine a boys name anyway?" He said before sending one final kick to his ribs, causing a loud cracking sound. Ouch, there went a few bones. Abaddon just smiled and walked past the mans body though. "M-m." He quietly said to himself. Cuban Cigar. How it even got here was beyond him, but he had the money to afford it. Worth every dollar.


@Pasha 
Micah Ivory


"Well, then. What were you planning on doing from here? I mean, really, there's not any reason you'd need me to come with you, right?" The words woke him up from his daydreaming. He reached out and grabbed his shirt, putting it on again. It felt a lot better getting into something semi-warm and dry after that whole spectacle in the rain. He looked up at her. It looked as if she'd cried, but it didn't bother him. It put them on equal ground more than anything. "You've already done more than I could ever thank you for. I'd hate to inconvenience you further."


"You're kidding, right? You're basically handicapped, and you were involved in a fight with the shreds. They're a gang composed of werewolves, and as you should know better than me, that means tracking is their forté. I couldn't sleep well tonight knowing you're out here on your own." He switched from his serious look back to his regular light-hearted one. "Besides, it'll be fun. I'll need some sort of company when going through the last 300 years of history with that spellcaster kid back there." He said with a smile.


He couldn't see how right now, but he would have to find a way to convince her to stay at HQ, so he could protect her. He understood her fears of getting involved with the gang, but with the precautions he took.. Under regular conditions, she'd still be safer at HQ. "Come on now, we've left him waiting in that car for too long."


@AshenLily

 

[MittyMittens]

(Sorry I wasn't getting alerts T_T) Kira watches the, what can only be described as a monster beat at the walls, she could hear the strength of every hit as he can in contact with them. She pursed her lips together, not liking what was in front of her at all. She constantly watched it, listening to the others as she did but didn't speak. She was trying to read it but when she did catch a glimpse into it's eyes a small chill went down her spine. There was nothing human about this thing, no sorrow, no insanity, no mischievous glint in the eyes, just darkness. She couldn't even get an inkling on how this thing would react to them or anything of the sort and that didn't make her feel too comfortable, but she was more than ready to destroy it. This thing didn't belong in the world, technically neither did they, vampires, werewolves, etc... seemed to be crimes against nature and this thing even more so. She tilts her head a bit as Gregory speaks to her before giving a nod. "Ready when you are" She states before shifting into her wolf form, pacing cautiously as she watched the monstrosity in front of her. She let her tongue run across her fangs hoping this thing didn't taste completely terrible. Her eyes focused on the thing's neck forming a plan in her mind on how to sever them. She'd also need to keep an eye on where it's wings and claws were at all times. The teeth shouldn't be an issue with being at so close a range it should be able to reach her easily. A lycan vampire.... what a disgrace A low growl emits from her throat at that thought.

 

[AshenLily]

"You're kidding, right? You're basically handicapped, and you were involved in a fight with the shreds. They're a gang composed of werewolves, and as you should know better than me, that means tracking is their forté. I couldn't sleep well tonight knowing you're out here on your own."


Sound logic. Damn. She sighed. Fayde hated losing. While she hadn't really lost anything, she felt as if she did. It felt as if she had no choice but to rely on Micah, and she hated that feeling. Nevertheless, he wasn't wrong. Staying alone would be dangerous. Especially in her current state. She decided she'd stay wherever he had arranged for her to stay for just a few days. Long enough for her wound to heal, and her to be able to function properly. That was it. After that, she'd return home. Sighing deeply, she turned to Micah. "Well, you're not wrong, I suppose. A few days at most, though. Just long enough to be sure I can defend myself. Then Im' out of there. I don't like the idea of being so close to the Athenaeum. I know you understand that, and I appreciate you doing so." Fayde left it at that. There was no need to say anything further on the topic, though she couldn't help but wonder what his position with the gang was, anymore. Last she'd known, he'd been pretty low on the metaphorical totem pole. Now, it appeared as though he had quite a bit of sway, though she didn't ask exactly how high up he was, now. No good could come from showing any interest in the gang.


"Besides, it'll be fun. I'll need some sort of company when going through the last 300 years of history with that spellcaster kid back there."


Nodding, Fayde couldn't help but think that it actually sounded rather tiresome. More like a chore, than a fun activity. But, she would help. She owed at least that much to Micah. "Come on now, we've left him waiting in that car for too long." "Yes, I suppose you're right. Very well, let's go." With that, Fayde left the apartment, closing the door behind her, but again not locking it. No need for such silly precautions. Besides, in this city, if someone wanted into your home, they got in. A locked door wasn't going to do anything to prevent that.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Felicity]

The faint cries of a man, well more boyish and wimpy than anything, rang out in the garage as Ambre opened her car door. She nearly mistook it for the door squeaking and wiggled it back and forth, only to her dismay, as the sound sounded again. She whipped her head around, eyes like daggers, scanning the garage. Her legs worked delicately like a gazelle through a couple of vehicles careful to not make much noise just in case a threat was still present. As she poked her head out from behind the company van she could see the blood splatter on the ground and at its base, little Nadine.


"Goddammit," she hissed through clenched teeth. She rose up, rushing over to him. She was angry, not compassionate. She couldn't care less if Nadine was hurt, she might have very well done the same thing, what made her furious was that it was someone else who did it and not her. She extended a hand, grabbing his chin, and tilted his head to observe the gash. Her mind began to shuffle through who could have done it. It was unlikely that it was one of his peers. She stared into his eyes, intimidating and fierce. "Who did this to you," she growled, biting off every word. "A-Ab-" He tried to get out, but Ambre already knew. That attractive son of a whore. She put a hand over his mouth, shutting up his mumbling. He was a vampire and alive which means he would heal eventually. She called a guard down to drag him off somewhere and made her way back to her car.


She was utterly frustrated for no real reason but the fact that she didn't have everything. She smiled bitterly, sitting in her car. What a horrifically beautiful situation, having everything but not everything. She hoped the next mission was a co-op with Abaddon. They had the most peculiar relationship, she hated him but admired him, and she had no clue how he felt about her. Although this incident shed some light. Was this a sign, a warning? Whatever, she didn't want to think about it. She was more worried about her hair as she checked it in the mirror then proceeded to look down at her dress. "Oh great... he got blood on it." She'd have something to say to him about that when he recovered. Maybe she'd break his toes this time, who knew? The cars engine roared and revved as she drifted out of the garage and away to her apartment for the night, like a witch flying to her cauldron.


(BTW: Changed Ambre's appearance on her sheet. She has all the same features, just a more accurate representation of what I envisioned her to be.)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


Micah's smile extended when she agreed to follow. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Very well, let's go." He stepped out of the apartment and fished his hoodie off of the floor with his foot. He waited for her to lock the door, which he noted she didn't, and then led the way back to the limo. There were plenty of guestrooms at HQ, but none of them were close to his bedroom. He was going to have to prepare an executive suite for her. He raised his phone and bleeped away, before climbing into the limo. The spellcaster boy was still there, but he hadn't expected him to leave.


"Sorry 'bout that. She took longer than expected." He said jokingly when sitting back down. The limo started rolling, but not immediately back towards HQ, but instead in towards the city. "We're going to have to take a very brief stop at a certain place in town, it'll only be an extra five minutes." He said before turning his attention back towards the boy. "Well then, boy. Magic. What can you do with it? Herbology, Telekinesis, Pyromancy? The mostly lost art of restoration? What have you got for me?"


The limo stopped, and he briefly opened the door and threw his hoodie along with a small wad of cash at a guy standing in the door of a dry-cleaners place. "Now that's done, we're going to HQ. Sorry 'bout the detour."

 

[Purpl]

"Well..i do think i might have a 50 caliber lying around somewhere.."


"But let's not waste any time on this. The room is big enough for us to go in there and try to smoke this thing. Since i am most expandable, i will go first. Ill just try and distract it as long as possible, tell me when to use the fire Gregory and we are good to go. Just tell me when you are ready and i will go in."


He stood ready at the door, waiting for the others, the fire ready in his hands and the blood pumping faster and faster awaiting the answer.


(Short answer is short <,<)

 

[whateverwater]

"Sorry 'bout that. She took longer than expected."


The sound of the man that was to teach Ikaron of the present came from inside the limo. He was still watching the apathetic populace pass by each on the street when the man had continued on.


"We're going to have to take a very brief stop at a certain place in town, it'll only be an extra five minutes."


Ikaron nodded after the man's statement to relay that he understood. The sentences were not questions so he kept quiet and didn't expand on them. His feelings were still in turmoil, but his rejection of them being true emotions made him feel a little empty. (Just some teen angst, nothing to worry about here)


"Well then, boy. Magic. What can you do with it? Herbology, Telekinesis, Pyromancy? The mostly lost art of restoration? What have you got for me?"


A question.. Ikaron took in a deep breath and answered plainly "I was taught telekinesis and teleportation mostly. I have a few unrefined kinds of magic also. Divination, extrasensory perspective, and purification." The only magic that could function as an offensive magic was telekinesis. 'It makes me limited, but I didn't think I would need combative magic.' Ikaron thought while he fought the urge to fall back into his miserable mindset.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

(Figuring it's time he got some attention)


Abaddon Iscariot


His little adventure with Nadine wasn't out of his way though. Being currently free to do whatever he wanted, Abaddon would usually go out hunting for a night's fun, but he'd felt surprisingly fulfilled after that last one, and also had something else in mind. Some of the newer members had run away. It happens more often than you'd think, so there were groups created for hunting down deserters, but Abaddon was up for a little action. Besides, he'd heard some pretty interesting rumors regarding the small-time gang they had joined. An old shreds member apparently ran it. One that Abaddon had somewhat of a history with.


▬▬▬Warning: Pointless Story(for a while)▬▬▬


He rolled up by the alleyway in his car, and got out, closing and locking the door. A couple of people ran away from him as he did, but he paid them no mind. People tended to do that, for some reason. Maybe he had a scary aura. No matter, if they recognized him, they'd be wise to run away either way, especially when he was so far out of Bloods territory.


He walked through the empty alleyway, and eventually ended at a makeshift area in between 3 large buildings. Walls made out of planks, looking like badly crafted fences, were everywhere, and a couple of people stopped and looked at him when he entered. None of them said anything though, they just slowly backed away. Understandable. They were all ex-Shreds or Bloods members. Idealists, who refused to hate each other. It sickened him. A voice was heard from within the crowd. "Hey! What's going on here!?" Soon a rather burly man came to the front of the crowd and just stared at Abaddon, before bursting out in laughter.


The man was Ivar Bone. He had been a shreds third-in-command fifty years ago, before being beaten to a pulp by Abaddon and threatened to leave the island. Of course, he didn't manage to do so, and had been hunted for quite some time, but had somehow managed to keep himself under the radar for all that time. The Athenaeum had no information on him, or they were protecting him, as they never said anything either. "Izzy! My man! Oh, how I have missed you!" Abaddon frowned, and responded "Call me that again, and this confrontation will be a lot shorter than you'd expect." The man took a couple steps towards him "Don't worry about that, I've learnt all about patience, but I still can't wait more than fifty years to beat your face in." Abaddon's face turned frownier(It's a word now) when Ivar turned into his beast form. He had a reputation for being the largest werewolf that ever existed, but that wasn't true. He was still quite large though. He was one of those who changed into a humanoid wolf, and was 4.2 meters tall, and at least 3m wide.


What he did not have, however, was a reputation for being smart. Instead of swiping at Abaddon from a safe distance away, he immediately went in to try and bite his head off. An attempt that ended in a headlock. "Alright then, you even disappointed me Ivar, and I wasn't expecting anything to begin with." Ivar just grunted back at him. "Let's give you a fair chance though. Tell me something interesting, and I might let you live." Ivar was very upset at the statement, but after a few moments of grunting, he switched back to human form and sighed. "Fuck you Izzy." "Oi!" He tightened his grip slightly. "Argh! Fine fine! I'll tell you something... There's uh.. Something going on over at the burnt down docks..." He tightened his grip more. "What is going on at the docks?" "Akh. *cough* God... Damnit... I don't know... Unusually many people have left and entered the area in the last few weeks." "Oh really? Well..." He quickly jabbed his fist in through his windpipes, and grabbed hold of as many things as possible before ripping his hand out with it, dropping slabs of meat on the floor. "Not quite interesting enough." He dropped Ivar's lifeless corpse to the ground and wiped his hand on him.


He looked up at the crowd of vampires and lycans. "Well, if any of you vampires know what's good for you, you better start murdering the closest Lycans, and if I don't find you back at the HQ by tomorrow, I'll give you the same treatment I gave Mr. Bone." A few moments of silence passed, and then a lycan spoke up. "We can take him! He's just a single guy!" A few other lycans joined in howling, but the vampires looked hesitant. Abaddon looked at him, and said "This place stinks." A few more moments of silence passed, and then you could hear a vampire scream "I DIDN'T LIKE THIS PLACE ANYWAY!" and suddenly fights broke out everywhere in the crowd. Abaddon watched for a moment, and then chuckled on his way back to the car. Someone less important than him would have to come and clear this up later.


▬▬▬End of Pointless Story▬▬▬


What he had said intrigued Abaddon though, as he made his way down to the burnt docks. It had been one of his favorite hangout places a for a while, back when he didn't have work to do constantly, and when it wasn't burnt down. He drove down the familiar streets and finally ended up close to a pier. Stepping out, the first thing he noticed was three figures a bit away. He wouldn't have cared about them if it wasn't that it looked like they stepped inside of a container. And.. Didn't one of them look like Kira? Yes, yes it was! Kira.. What was the Shreds doing out here? Inspecting containers? He waited for them to disappear into it before he moved up.


It looked like regular container to him, but he felt a faint rumble from it. After some inspection, he realized it was an elevator. Leading to where, though? He decided to stay and wait for the three to return. It wasn't as if he was scared. Being over 300 was proof that he was strong in itself, and his age had also made him stronger, as it did with vampires. He simply walked over and sat down on an empty bench under a roof that stuck out, to protect himself from the rain.


@xx0mittens0xx


@Purpl


@Der Kojote 
Micah Ivory


"I was taught telekinesis and teleportation mostly. I have a few unrefined kinds of magic also. Divination, extrasensory perspective, and purification." Micah got a slight frown. How boring. He had hoped for some sort of special old type of magic when he came from someone who didn't even let him know what day and age it was. "Hm. Well, we're going to have to try an affinity test on you later." It was an invention he'd come up with himself. A collection of test used to discern what the spellcaster has a natural talent for. He'd used it a couple times before, and it had worked out fine.


"Well, nevermind that. We're gonna have to tell you what's going on in the first place, and it looks like we're about there." He looked out the window as they rolled up in front of the HQ. He left the Limo and held the door open for the other passengers. "You all have the privilege of seeing my office. You should be excited!" He said with a cheerful tone.


As they walked inside, the lady at the front desk simply said "Sir." as he liked it. He wasn't for all that standing up and bowing when he came in, like the last librarian, and he'd made it quite clear when he came in. He simply responded with a "Good evening." before turning to the two, and saying "Well, come on! Right this way!" before hurrying up the large stairs and to the large doors leading into his office. He unlocked the door and pushed the large doors apart, stepping inside, doing a spin with his hands held out as he walked. "Isn't it beautiful?"


@whateverwater


@AshenLily

 

[AshenLily]

"I was taught telekinesis and teleportation mostly. I have a few unrefined kinds of magic also. Divination, extrasensory perspective, and purification. It makes me limited, but I didn't think I would need combative magic."





Fayde yawned. "How positively dreadful. None of that sounds useful, or even fun, in the slightest." It had been a long day, and Fayde's mind was nearly done filtering out all of the things she likely shouldn't say. She hadn't meant to seem rude, she was just stating her opinion, was all. Though it likely didn't come across that way.


"You all have the privilege of seeing my office. You should be excited!"


Dull. Try as she might, Fayde just wasn't able to work up any sort of excitement over the prospect of visiting an office. It just didn't sound like fun. At all. Not in the slightest. Not even a little, tiny bit. Though, Fayde couldn't help notice the way the lady at the front desk addressed Micah. This again reaffirmed her ideas that he was definitely a higher-up, though just how high up, she wasn't sure. Maybe third in command? Oh, well. It didn't matter.


"Well, come on! Right this way!"


Micah seemed to have perked right up. Strange. Fayde didn't understand it, though she was currently in one of her more sour moods. The kind that were inevitably brought on, after she'd been forced to experience more emotion than she was accustomed to dealing with. It was almost as if it were a natural adjustment, to counteract the vulnerabilities she occasionally experienced now and again. She followed him to his office, still silent. Due to her foul mood, she didn't have anything to say, that might not come across as being rude at the moment, and figured it would likely be best to hold her tongue.


"Isn't it beautiful?"


Fayde looked around the large room. Office? It was quite possibly the most grand room she'd ever seen before, having led a fairly humble life. Even so, she only nodded curtly, her mood getting the better of her, yet again. "Again, I appreciate you letting me stay here during my recovery. Do you have a room prepared yet? I'd like to get everything figured out, so I can go get something to drink. Truth be told, my back and head are killing me, and I think getting plastered sounds like an absolutely fabulous idea. The pain's a lot more bearable, when you don't have to feel a damn thing." Her last sentence did quite a bit to bring her out of her foul mood, even resulting in a smile playing at the edge of her lips. The words were Ariakan's. Due to his line of work, and more importantly, the style in which he executed it, he'd usually come home with at least a few cuts and bruises here and there. Sometimes a broken bone, or even, on occasion, something much worse. Such as the time he'd nearly lost his leg. He'd always politely ask her to fetch him a drink. She would, of course, ask him how he was feeling, and if he was alright, or if the pain was unbearable. His response was always the same. "The pain's a lot more bearable, when you don't have to feel a damn thing."


@Prizzy Kriyze


@whateverwater

 

[whateverwater]

"Hm. Well, we're going to have to try an affinity test on you later."


The man seemed dissatisfied with his answer, but Ikaron didn't care about the man's standards. The offer he accepted was to follow the fae and learn about this new world, he gave him no permission that would justify such a reaction. Turning his face away from the man, he kept his eyes on the moving surroundings.


"How positively dreadful. None of that sounds useful, or even fun, in the slightest."


Ikaron had to go through her words three times to understand that he heard it right the first time. Atleast the fae tried to hide his opinion, this woman outright insulted the magic he spent his whole life on. It felt like she implied that his guardian taught him useless magic. Ikaron held in the hate for that comment as best he could by immersing himself in what he saw outside his window.


"Well, nevermind that. We're gonna have to tell you what's going on in the first place, and it looks like we're about there."


Ikaron gazed at the amazing feat of construction that was the man's building. The architecture of the present made even the most well built castles don't have a chance in precise assembly and presence. He still felt that woman's opinion festering inside him, but he kept his mind busy with amazement.


"You all have the privilege of seeing my office. You should be excited!"


The car had came to a stop and the man left the vehicle. The held the door open and Ikaron exited after the woman. The walk to the doors of the building felt unbearable to him. The company of these people felt sour. Ikaron could feel how they saw him. 'Prospective, a kid, out of place,.. useless.' He thought, listing a few to himself.


"Well, come on! Right this way!"


Ikaron followed the excited man, passing the women seated at a lone desk. Up a large set of stairs, he reached an equally large set of doors. The fae performed a flourish afther unlocking and opening the doors.


"Isn't it beautiful?"


The room seemed more of a library than office. Bookcases covered a majority of the space in the giant office. Ikaron was amazed by the vast amounts of information that the room probably held in its array of books. "It is." He smiled while inspecting some of the books to his right.

 

[Der Kojote]

There always was a tense before battle, the building of adrenaline, the questions of what may happen, or what ifs. However, after numerous years of going out to fight gangs, almost dying three or four times, one slowly manages to keep that under control. Inhale, Exhale, inhale, exhale. Panic is the enemy of the mage. There is you, your allies, and the target. Nothing else. No emotion. Only beginning and end. With that he headed to the door. Lightning arcing across his hands, bolts leaping from finger to finger, with one motion, an arc lept into the air with a crackle, heading straight for the Hybrid.


For either him, or the creature, This was gonna hurt.


(short post is short, we may need to collaboratively write this fight)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


Micah looked quite disappointed at Fayde's response. He was quite proud of his office, and that she wouldn't be as excited about it as him hurt his ego. "I'd like to get everything figured out, so I can go get something to drink. Truth be told, my back and head are killing me, and I think getting plastered sounds like an absolutely fabulous idea. The pain's a lot more bearable, when you don't have to feel a damn thing." Micah sighed, and responded "Well, as efficient as we are... The speed at which things change in HQ is usually very slow, so you'll have to steal my bed for tonight. I'll sleep on the couch." He realized that the couch was in the same room, and that she might be too interested in sleeping the same room as him. "Or the chair, if you'd prefer that." He said, pointing over his shoulder at the armchair by his desk.


He took a couple steps past her and lifted the bottle of expensive wine off of the shelf were he left it this morning. He first held it out to Ikaron, but then quickly retracted his arm. "Oi, nevermind that. I've been listening to you speak." He pointed to his ears. "I've got magical ears, basically, so I know you're a minor. None of this for you." He reached his arm out to Fayde. "Well, you can start with this. Supposedly really, really, really, REALLY, expensive shit. Was pretty good too, if I remember this morning right. I'll have to call for some heavier shit in a moment though." He looked back at Ikaron. "Especially with all the work I've piled on myself."


-------Timeskip with lots of alcohol and history recapping-------


Micah sat on the carpet, leaning against his desk, with an empty bottle in his hand. Whatever it had been, the label was already peeled of in frustration over the boys missing knowledge. After sighing loudly, he finished by saying "I think that's it... Everything important. I hoped you've listened." He looked over at Fayde for sympathy, but she was at least as drunk as him, if not worse. He looked around at the mess around him. It felt quite cozy. The quiet and tired atmosphere, being drunk as hell, the books that had piled up, the weird but comfortable seat he had on the rug covering most of the floor. How much time had even passed? He looked down at his watch. 12:28AM. This had taken about 10 hours. A small pile of dishes from chinese food laid on his desk. Despite this being a boring procedure, it felt somewhat comfortable to him, and they'd been able to crack a joke now and then, so it hadn't been too bad.


He stood up and pushed a button on his laptop. "... Uugh... Get the next responsible person who shows up to come in here and take care of all of this mess.."


(shout at me if you think I did something dumb >.<)


@AshenLily


@whateverwater

 

[whateverwater]

"Oi, nevermind that. I've been listening to you speak. I've got magical ears, basically, so I know you're a minor. None of this for you."


Ikaron frowned at the man's words. 'I can't drink? I have been drinking since I was 10...' he thought to himself while wondering why being a 'minor' mattered. After a little thought, Ikaron decided he would just drink at a later time.


"Especially with all the work I've piled on myself."


Waiting for the man to shine a light on the three centuries he knew nothing about, he had sat on the floor and directed his gaze at the Fae. Every fiber of his body ready to understand the events that took place since his 1800's education.


~~~~The~great~learning~~~~


"I think that's it... Everything important. I hoped you've listened."


With a salute, Ikaron spoke unfazed by his lack of sleep "All received, my drunk teacher!" The massive amount of information had all been absorbed into his brain. A good portion of the information was just common knowledge that was only useful for jokes and not seeming uneducated. The history of the three centuries were interesting to Ikaron. It was like an amazing story of war, peace, decline, and prosperity featuring all the beings in the world.


"... Uugh... Get the next responsible person who shows up to come in here and take care of all of this mess.."


'Mess?' He thought before noticing the piles of books and dishes. Without saying a word, Ikaron levitated all of the piles of books and began moving them through the air to their original spots. His memory was not photographic, but it served him well in retaining most of the book's locations on the many bookshelves. With two books left, The Age of Capital and Welcome to the Year 2050, he began scouring his mind for where they were situated.


@AshenLily @Prizzy Kriyze

 

[AshenLily]

Fayde knew her limit, when it came to alcohol. This day, however, she was far beyond caring. Nearly three entire bottles of whisky later, she was heavily struggling to see straight, let alone move from her place on the floor. She gazed off to a corner of the room, staring at nothing in particular while Micah had recapped the last three centuriess. Occasionally she'd hear something of interest, and chip in her two cents, but those points were few, and far between.


"I think that's it... Everything important. I hoped you've listened."


By the time Micah had finished, Fayde was dramatically laying face-down on the floor, arms limp at her sides. "Finally," the word was muffled by the rug, as she hadn't even bothered to turn her head before speaking. What a bore. How long had it been? She didn't even know, anymore. All she knew, was that she was out of whisky, and this irritating child, and the more serious, teaching-style Micah were boring as all hell. At least the rug was comfortable. It was soft against her face, and seemed to be caressing her skin. She sighed, and buried her face deeper into the rug. That fabulous rug...


"Mfmngh rojis moihklj njloik alesfish," the words muffled by the rug, whatever she'd meant to say was lost. Fayde, herself wasn't even sure what she'd meant to say. Her entire world felt as if it had been sent hurtling into space, spinning faster and faster, in no particular direction. She slowly sat up, and looked around the room. Her eyes passed over the figure of the young mage, not even registering his presence, and settled on Micah. The one thought that did seem to be present, and clear enough for her to understand, was that she didn't feel well.


(I'M SORRY. DON'T HATE ME. T_T)


Fayde managed to get her two arms in front of her, and lean over, to support herself on her hands, and knees. She began crawling toward Micah, though she wasn't entirely sure what her intentions were. Ugh. She felt absolutely horrid. As she reached him, she sat back slightly. Almost like a puppy on it's haunches. "Michaah," she sputtered. Fayde clearly wasn't in any position to be speaking to anyone. Hell, as far gone as she was, she probably shouldn't even be awake, at this point. "Miiiiichahh. I-- URF!" Whatever Fayde had been about to say was lost, as no less than half of the bottle she'd just finished drinking (maybe more) worked it's way out of her stomach, and spewed from her mouth. Due to the way she was sitting, there was only one possible victim of the sudden upheaval of her stomach's contents. Micah.


@Prizzy Kriyze


@whateverwater

 

[Purpl]

When Gregory came to the door Nimensei stood ready. He was the one who had to distract the beast until it was time for Kira. So, when the door was opened he shot inside, throwing one I his knifes just to see if it affected the beast and to draw its attention. The blade merely bounced off the skin and the beast stopped pounding at the walls. As the beast turned around he heard a crackle, as if lightning struck somewhere and understood this was Gregory. Running across the room, trying to get the attention of the beast Nimensei kept his senses wide open for anything.


As he came closer the beast looked at him with hungry eyes, opening it's mouth and showing vampire teeth and howling, it looked hungry. As it started moving Nimensei almost had no time to dodge the first attack, tossing himself flat on the floor and crawling between the creatures legs. When he was out on the other side he simply took its tail and pulled it, trying to make the beast mad. It turned and started walking to him.


(Now the beast has its back towards you guys, and also we should make short posts as we go along, or?)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


"All received, my drunk teacher!" Micah glanced at him with an annoyed look. "Y-you.. You.. Don't need to point it out. I know I'm... I'm drunk.." The bottle had never had a big effect on him. No matter how wasted he got, he couldn't push away the feeling of having a clarity over the entire situation, despite being almost completely unable to speak in coherent sentences. He looked with interested eyes as the boy lifted the books and started putting them back in their places. "Woah.. I should make you the official cleaning lady.. You almost got them all right!.. Which is still a lot better than most people.." He sighed, and continued "Well, I'm still gonna have to correct that in the morning.. Ikaron, if you go downstairs to the lady by the desk she'll show you the guest rooms. They're past the large public library and in the east wing, if I remember right.." He slid down against his desk again. "I'm going to have to make you someone important... But we'll take that later. Now go.."


"Mfmngh rojis moihklj njloik alesfish," He looked over at Fayde with tired, barely conscious eyes. She seemed to be worse off than himself. Even though he was in a constant state of a certain level of psychometry, which allowed him to understand what people meant even if they didn't succesfully say it, this had no meaning to him. It was almost as she herself hadn't planned on saying anything when uttering the 'words'. She sat up and looked at him. She didn't look well at all. She started crawling towards him, and he was too tired to care. She stopped just a little from him, and sat back on her legs, she looked kinda cute. "I see you've embraced the dog inside you.." He said, struggling not to fall asleep against his desk. "Michaah," He blinked a couple of times. ".. Yes?" She really didn't look well now. "Miiiiichahh. I-- URF!"


... Well, if anything, that woke him up. He looked down at his now rather repulsive shirt and pants, and was very happy that she'd barely consumed anything but alcohol. It was easier to get off than food. Luckily nothing had gotten on the overly expensive carpet. He sighed deeply. "I am so happy I'm a faerie, otherwise I'd smell like shit by now." he said, as he got off the floor. His shirt was now completely soaked. 'Great. I guess I was just not destined to have clean clothing.' He thought as he took his shirt off for like the third time that day. He left it in a pile on the desk, before sliding his arm under Fayde's, and helping her off the floor. "Come on now... You're in less of a state to be awake than me..." He said as he pushed her with him towards the doors out of his office.


He dumped her in his bed once he got there. "You'll have your own room by tomorrow.. Sorry 'bout this.." He said as he staggered off towards the bathroom. He really needed a shower.


He slid down to the floor against the wall while the water ran over him. Today's events had not been expected by any stretch of the imagination. He hadn't even known if Fayde was alive. Everything else about the day seemed bleak in comparison. As his thoughts wandered off, the fatigue washed over him again, and soon he was asleep.

 

[AshenLily]

Well, she felt significantly better, now. That was for sure. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten this drunk. Then again, at this point, she couldn't even remember her name, so that wasn't necessarily saying much. She allowed Micah to lead her to his bed, and as he dumped her into the bed, she relished the softness of the bed. It was possibly the most comfortable she'd ever been in. However, she couldn't help but notice something was missing. She pondered the feeling for a few minutes, as it took longer to find the answer than it normally would have, in her drunken stupor.


At long last, it hit Fayde like a ton of bricks. She'd finally realized what was missing. It didn't feel like home. At home, no matter how many times she'd washed the bedding, she still smelled Ariakan. Not just on the bed. His scent was everywhere. Emptying the contents of her stomach had helped to sober her up significantly just a few minutes ago. Now, the sorrowful thoughts seemed to do the rest of the work. She sighed softly, recalling a conversation they'd had before her Ariakan's passing. It had been peculiar, she'd though, at the time. But she hadn't dwelled too much on it...


"Fayde, one day, I'll be gone from this world." The words had stung, though they were true. Her mate had been nearly 300 years at the time, over twice her age. She would inevitably end up outliving him, unless someone or something intervened. "When I am gone, remember me fondly. Be happy. You'll need to move on. Find someone else to keep you safe. Don't forget me. Instead, know that I love you, and that I wouldn't trade a single moment of the life we've lived together, for anything." At that point, he'd turned to her, smiling his trademark crooked smile. "When I die, you've got to be happy enough for both of us," he'd laughed, but it had seemed forced. "Never forget, Fayde... It's okay to miss people. You don't need to be strong all the time." It had been raining that day. Fayde had always wondered how the conversation had been so easy for Ariakan, as the thought of losing him nearly killed her. Now, after Micah had revealed what Ariakan hold told him previously, she recalled the conversation with a slight smile. Maybe he'd been crying, after all, the rain a mask, used to shield his emotions from the woman he protected.


Fayde rolled over in the bed, burying her face in Micah's pillow, and she began to cry. At first, it was just light tears, but gradually, it grew worse, until she was sobbing hysterically, into the pillow of the one person who had known Ariakan better than she did.The thought didn't help, only worsening her sorrow. She cried, until she couldn't cry anymore, the day's exhaustion finally coming to a climax. Finally, she collapsed into Micah's pillow, now drenched in her tears, and colored dark with her mascara.

 

[whateverwater]

"Woah.. I should make you the official cleaning lady.. You almost got them all right!.. Which is still a lot better than most people.. Well, I'm still gonna have to correct that in the morning.. Ikaron, if you go downstairs to the lady by the desk she'll show you the guest rooms. They're past the large public library and in the east wing, if I remember right.."


'Cleaning lady?... That would imply I'm a female...' he thought with a confused expression while guessing the last locations of the two books. Ikaron brushed it off as joke and listened as he spoke about the books and a guest room. With a shrug, he walked out of the office and thought 'All well... I tried atleast.'


"Can you show me to a guest room?" Ikaron asked the woman at the desk. She stood and walked out from behind her workplace then answered "This way, sir." Following the lady through the halls, he noticed the library his history teacher mentioned. The entrance was two glass doors that showed a fraction of the immense collection of books that filled the many bookshelves that lined the walls and covered the first floor. "Amazing." Slipped from his lips as took in the astonishing sight.


Continuing on his voyage to the guest room, Ikaron was told by the lady that he could use room '7' which was a little further down the hall. He recieved a key and ventured alone to his given room. '1..2..3...4..5...6..7...' he absently noted as he walked through the hallway. Stopping at the door with a silver '7' stuck to it, he unlocked it and entered the nicely kept room. 'Even the rooms for guests look pleasant.' Ikaron smiled while closing the door and getting into the white bed with blue patterns. The bed felt incredibly comfortable even though he didn't feel tired. He let his body relax in between the soft mattress and warm comforter then gradually fell into a dream.

 

[Der Kojote]

As soon as the electrical arcs connected the Hybrid let out a bellicose roar. Gregory quickly lost his trademark seriousness and his facial expression rapidly degenerated into an “Oh Shit!” face. The lumbering hybrid came running, Gregory barely had time to jump out of the way to avoid the first charge attack. “Damn I just pissed it off!” He got another lightning bolt of in the direction of the creature, but missed. The hybrid roared aloud again, as it scooped up the prone Gregory up with a hand, it drew back the other, ready to rend him with its razor sharp claw. Gregory screamed out to Nimensei“USE THE DAMN VIALS!”


A pop and a fwoosh could be heard as the Vials of alchemists fire were broken on the creatures side. An orange sticky substance clung to the fur and feathers, igniting them both, a foul order entered the air. The hybrid let out an ear piercing shriek as the fire began burning its skin. Gregory was tossed against a wall. New prey was being targeted. The hybrid turned to the source of its new found pain, Nimensei.


The monster began a full blown charge. Nimensei, threw his last vial at the creature, the vial only slightly hit the mark. The contents hit the crown of the head, some of the napalm like substance clung to the upper part of its face, most of it though landed on the floor. The creature was now half blind and roaring in agony. It continued on its bull rush, it connected with Nimenseiand sent him hurtling into a wall, the impact was could be heard from the other side of the room when the massive beast collided with him. It drew back a claw, ready to unleash a blow that would finish its prey.


A bolt of lightning collided with the creature’s back, about where the spine was. It was shortly followed by another bolt, then another, then another. A gimping Gregory was throwing all of the electricity he could muster after being thrown. He needed to keep it down so Kira could finish it, and so it wouldn’t kill Nimensei. The creature fell on one knee. The electrical signals from the brain were not reaching any other part of its body; due to the thousands of volts running down its spinal cord.


Kira how had the perfect time to strike.


Kira darted of towards the beast. With a running start, she jumped at the beast her mother clamping on to its neck. A sickening sound could be heard as her teeth worked its way into the musculature. Though after a second or two, they found their mark. The artery had been severed, Kira let go of the beasts neck just in enough time. Blood poured from the creature’s neck; it first stumbled then fell with a tremendous thud. The beast had fallen. They had won. Though, it was not without injuries.


They all exited the crate, the only one that wasn't wounded in someway was Kira. Then Gregroy saw someone he didn't have any intention of seeing, especially right now. "Abbadon...pleasant surprise seeing you here." It wasn't pleasant at all.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Abaddon Iscariot


Abaddon's face lit up with a diabolical smile when the three stepped back out of the container. "Abbadon...pleasant surprise seeing you here." He stood up from the bench and took a few diplomatic steps towards them. "I'm not going to pretend like I know who you are, but you'd better tell me what happened down there before anything nasty happens." He looked towards the humans, and noticed how they were both beaten up, and how the lycan wasn't. His smile grew wider as he thought of how vulnerable they were. Two humans... And from the smell of it... One of them were a spellcaster. They didn't seem very threatening though, and his usual experience with spellcasters were just that they were overconfident.


"Because it would be oh such a shame if the shreds happened to lose one of their high commanders in such a time." He sent a glance at the humans, and added "And... I just assume you two have senses of self preservation."


@xx0mittens0xx


@Purpl

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira was still slightly gagging from the taste of that...thing, it had a terrible state gamey taste. Her attention was turned away from the disgusting taste in her mouth to Abaddon standing in front of them. Perfect... she thought to herself, glad she hadn't shifted back to her human form just yet. She sent a low growl in his direction in response to his warning, though a troubling feeling washed over her at hearing the "in such a time" comment. She shifts back into her human form to speak with him, vampires always pissed her off by just speaking one sentence. And Everett had a tendency to keep the most cockiest and snarkiest vampires high ranking it seemed. "You're more than welcome to go take a look yourself" She states, glaring back at Abaddon. "And you're "in such a time" comment isn't necessarily. We're doing quite fine for ourselves thank you" She watches his face after that comment, looking for any sign of him showing he knew something she didn't, if he didn't willingly give up the information anyways.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory flipped through his options, he'd heard stories...hell half the bloods had stories about them. Particularly Abbadon...was not someone he wanted to meet ever. He could deal a hell of a lot of damage yes, but he didn't know what was wrong with his leg, twisted? sprained? slight fracture? anything was possible. He couldn't fight at 100%. He also couldn't just electrify the metal container. 2 allies inside. Besides, he didn't think the Micah would appreciate an incident with the bloods. He was not going to be the start of a gang war. He leaned against the wall of the container, after hearing the comment from Kira.


"Indeed, enjoy the sight back there...I for one think the smell soon will speak for itself." He hated vampires, they sounded somewhere between the aristocracy of medieval Europe and a cartoon villain. As for Abbadon's earlier comment, Gregory wasn't surprised, the name Blitz was only going to impress lowly thugs. He also only just promoted to second in command of the Athaneum about 3 hours ago. He looked at Kira, she currently was the only one who could actively do something.


Unless Abbadon did something really stupid.