akje

Monsters Hotel

@oakman@nerminator@KiraChan@Horrid@Earnest Evans Like stood and stared, eyes shining and focused on the glass she held in both hands. Like had an idea. An idea Like really, really liked. So absorbed in her own world she was, she had stopped paying any attention to her surroundings and thus her own appearance. As she carefully walked back to the bar, step by step, multiple slender arms unfolded around her. Each wrapped in white cloth giving off dust with every movement. Without looking one of the arms plucked the physics defying beer from the air and handed it to Alcaeus. Her long black tail wriggled excitedly as she gently pushed Djedkare, Anya and the queen aside so she could stand before Snazzy. Hollow eyes stared deep into hollow eyes as Like put the glass of crimson metal liquid on the counter. Five fanged mouthes spread their red lips and spoke in eldritch tone.

"Snazzy Reaper! Collector of souls! Tender of bars! I, the prince of the Lake challenge you!"

"I dare you to prepare a drink superior to any this world has seen! Of course as is custom I'll grant you a special ingredient to use in this challenge." Like tapped with 3 fingers from separate hands on the rim of the glass. "Faithfull optimism. Fresh Angel Blood."

The Blood Compact

"What do you mean I can't take my sword on to the plane?" Void groaned. "U-um because it's dangerous." the woman replied. Void sighed and relinquished his weapon, "Keep it safe for me won't ya?" he asked with a wink. The woman took the blade carefully and deposited it into a box behind the desk. "Your flight is ready sir" she said pointing at the entrance to the plane.

@Grombus

Normally this would be a very weird scene, knowing what modern day airports are like. But this is great Britain. And this lady's reaction is the most British thing ever. Also, I think It would be slightly more fitting if Void suddenly got up to sit next to his shadower, surprising her. Because I don't think she would sit next to him. But those are details.

The Blood Compact

Ok first of all, @thewizardguy@The Grey Dust. I have to admit I thoroughly enjoyed reading this exiting 'keyboard' war. I know I shouldn't get more involved as it would only reignite it, but just a few little things I couldn't leave unmentioned: - I believe that Bedevere was just going to let him leave, and the whole nuclear threat was pointless. But if it's something Mathew would think is necessary I approve of this anyways. Martin would have just left politely. - vampires have increased senses, in pretty much every vampire setting I've ever come across. If anything they can hear a human's heartbeat. It's not far fetched to claim even a fledgling capable of playing lie detector. In fact I assumed that was the only reason the nameless vampire henchman was even there in that scene. - I can think of plenty ways to kill both of you, with Martin even, and he's just a human with a bit of intel - I love how we're discussing the nuke-proofness of Camelot, but not the indestructibility of Excalibur or the existence of teleportation. (note: I am perfectly ok with it, It's just funny to me) - It doesn't matter if Camelot is nuke-proof, it matters if Bedevere believes it is.

Right, probably should have said this a lot sooner, quite frankly I forgot. SOLDIER HQ Isn't in Kilo Point, as stated, it's elsewhere. Out of a list of random locations, I think I'll choose Nashville. Now, even if it IS an outpost, it's one of the main ones in the country, It does have it's own mini-HQ of sorts, which is what Martin could be at so as to not completely kill the entire post(s). On a un-related note to Martin: lmfao at the post with Hale. I honestly laughed hard about the rednecks, and how true it was to a LOT of people in my town and towns around it.

@Shikaru

I'll go edit it to make sense in all my post then. Also thank you, I thought a bunch of assholes could always liven up the party. Now to find someone who is willing to turn the whole batch huh? That or they're gonna get ate.

*le sigh* This kind of thing is one of the reasons I left this RP in the first place... I think I'm just going to ignore the OOC unless someone pings me for an important notification that I need to read. In other, more pleasant, news: my bestie drew an awesome picture of Lady Mohowauuck. Check out my CS and praise her wonderful artistic skills! :D

@Silent Observer

This does indeed look very cool. My compliments to your bestie, now here's to hoping Hale makes it out of this unscathed. Was implying he hs seen her nekid juvenile? I think it's funny. Hmmmm One more thing: Does Kilo Point even have an Airport? Or is Void on his way to Houston?

The Blood Compact

Lady Mo emerged from the water's surface, looking every bit the goddess she thought herself to be. The air was thick with a familiar scent... wolves. Judging by the the cacophony of twigs snapping and mud squishing, there appeared to be quite a few lycanthropes nearby. Be it curiosity or territorial tendencies, Mo immediately shifted back into her white wolf form. With heightened hearing, she stalked toward the nearest source of sound. This was her forest, and she would not cower in the shadows against any pack - An alpha would fight to the death, always. Mohowauuck emerged from the wooded pond to face this strange man, he had wandered from the pack of the wolves. She did not need growls or aggression, the mere size of her form would be enough to intimidate. Instead, she looked down at him, her head held high with otherworldly poise and grace, beckoning him to speak.

@Silent Observer

Hale could have cowered, he could have stood up proudly, he could have bowed his head in respect, he could have shown his own wolf form. Indeed if Hale had had any shred of instinct left he could have done any of those things. But instead his mind was full of games, drugs and food. Had he not forsaken his animal side he could have shown or demanded respect. Instead he stepped back, his hands before him and his eyes slightly panicked.

"I saw nothing! I swear!

The Blood Compact

[t = -9h34m]

Martin hurried trough the building, subtly avoiding eye contact. If he felt uncomfortable in the SOLDIER uniform he didn't show it. Not that anyone paid him much attention as he strolled the hallways. Being observed without being noticed is not a skill many people have willingly, and like being a skilled liar it´s not something one can boast about. Luckily Martin wasn't one to boast. He slammed his card on the counter and forcibly started firing off commands at the secretary. "I need a printout of all divisions currently stationed here, including the reports on your special units at clearance level 6. I'll be back in 10." Before the poor girl could answer he was gone, off to supplies, where he repeated his fast talk. Using bravura and a casual directness he started ordering enough gear to supply a medium scale mission. Including a full anti-vampire arsenal, hazmat suits and an armored truck. "Load it all in the truck and pull it behind the western barracks."

[t = -9h03m]

After quickly picking up a doughnut in the canteen area Martin swung by the reception to pick up his printouts. Studying these he strolled the reports on vampires stationed here. Without looking up from his files he gestured to a sergeant to collect his men and load up the truck using his doughnut hand. Awkwardly he fished the smartphone from his pocket and dialed a number from his files. "Is this Rhyss Blackblade? I have an assignment for you, capture and contain, where can I pick you up?"

The Blood Compact

[t = -10h13m]

Martin walked trough the streets, his gaze fixed on his phone displaying some figures. It was clear to any onlooker Martin didn't like these figures, too small. He hastened his pace and a few minutes later he stood before the recently mended gates of SOLDIER HQ A guard approached him, armed and slightly nervous. Martin saluted the man and fished a Captains SOLDIER badge displaying his picture and the name "Carl Masters". Evening Corporal, Martin droned without making eye contact while flashing the badge and moving on inside.

The Blood Compact

Akje, you do realize that Mithy and Gabe are in Oklahoma, right? I'm not entirely sure where Kilo Point is, but I'm pretty sure it's nowhere near Oklahoma City.

@thewizardguy

Oh, I interpreted it as them having gone to Oklahoma after finding him in Kilo Point. Eh, oh well, in that case Martin was looking at some other street performer also playing the violin. It doesn't really matter since I didn't intent for them to interact at this point anyways. As long as SOLDIER HQ is somewhere in/near Kilo Point, otherwise Martin has no real reason to be there. And as for Bedevere's weakness. You are right to say he can't have no weaknesses. But when I read his bio I can think of a few ways to... play checkmate against Bedevere. As for Camelot, it states nowhere in his bio it's indestructible. Only "Buried beneath the centuries" is extremely vague I agree. This could be interpreted in a few ways: - Camelot is well fucking hidden, this should not protect it from a nuke large enough to level the south part of the British isles. - Camelot no longer exists. The castle he retreats to is either a copy (see first option) or in his mind, in which case he is physically still floating in a body of water somewhere. - Camelot is placed not in England, but on some remote location such as deep below the Atlantic or in some kind of pocket dimension. If this would be the case it would survive the nuke by virtue of your nuke "missing" Camelot. But there are a lot of clever tactics Mathew could pull from his sleeve to ruin Bedevere's unlife I'm sure. Either way, reading the BIO I think Bedevere would be set back if the British Isles would be removed from the maps. Not that that's up to me. I just hope there really are pocket dimensions involved. EDIT after reading @The Grey Dust's post: So it's underground. So yes it's Physical and well hidden, and wouldn't survive nuclear holocaust. But @The Grey Dust raises a good point. The question is about whether Bedevere believes it to be indestructible. And regardless of the existence of magic wards, Bedevere believes his keep to be safe. So he'll call Mathew's bluff.

The Blood Compact

"Hello?" *Kchhzzt* "Magnus you there?" *Kchhz-* Hale pulled the phone from his ear. "Ah hell, phone's dead." Hale gritted his teeth in annoyance and crushed the supposedly indestructible phone in the palm of his hand before slinging it far into the woods. "Guess we're fucking walking after all!" Hale adressed the five wrecked coach busses beside the road. They looked like they've been trough decades of war.

"All right bitches! Off the buss and get to moving! We've got a few more miles of walking to do! Now, I know it's hard to not eat the humans! But we're taking a shortcut trough the woods to make up for that discomfort!"

A bunch of rugged looking lumber workers came walking out of the first 3 busses. Each man or women in the group looked like they chopped trees with their bare hands, and wrestled bears routinely. They looked bored and at least as anoyed as Hale did. "When are we meeting this Magnus guy of yours?" One of the larger ones complained "When we get there alright? Shut up and we'll get there sooner." Hale replied. The other two busses opened up and a large group of rednecks, armed to the teeth with their granddads arsenal and homemade booze stormed out. They seemed exited. Or too stupid to be afraid. Almost all of them were drunk in either case. Hale strolled over to address them. "Alright you fuckers ready to become the children of the new world order?" The crowd roared in excitement, in reaction the other group howled instinctively, shutting the rednecks up right away. Hale laughed at their sudden realization of danger. "No worries kids, it's already twilight, by the time the moon is high in the sky we'll be trough these woods and right were you want to be, in front of your... erm, whadaya call him? Your vampire jesus or something?" "The harbringer of the new master race! Magnus!Magnus!" "Riiight, yeah, keep it down though all of you. I heard there's another ancient evil in these woods, and if you all get ate Magnus will be so disappointed." With those words of encouragement Hale started to lead them trough the woods. Hale cursed under his breath the muddy ground and the wet slimy trees, he really disliked the outdoors. And it had always seemed to him the feeling was mutual. After a little while one of the other lycantropes notified Hale of a noise she heard. After a while of trying to hear, and discussing among each other what it could be Hale decided to scout ahead. Leaving his entourage to their own devices for a while he crept trough the undergrowth towards what now seemed to be the sounds of splashing water.

Monsters Hotel

"John Doe huh? Meaning 'Someone who's name is unknown'... I like it, since it answers my question by not answering. Alien meaning 'Someone who's orgigin is unknown' and I believe the french is an expression of confusion at who you are. So that all sums you up nicely, nicely themed. I'll gladly call you John then." Like mused in her majesties voice. Content to play her shadow for a while seeing as she seemed well competent in the game of drawing attention. Quickly Like became distracted with the thirst expressed by her real counterpart. Not being as used to the desire to drink blood as many others here Like couldn't help but notice the trail of blood left by Jack. Carefully she strolled towards the splatters and with as much grace as she could muster (which, given Like's current shape was a lot more than usual) she collected some in a glass using a napkin. She held the cocktail glass up and watched the angelic blood in the light, hypnotized by it's metallic crimson color.

Monsters Hotel

good morning people. lots for me to read on my commute today i see. i'll post when i get to a computer.@Earnest Evans Yes I think it's open.