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Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

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Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

Vanessa cast Genesis a bemused look as he stepped into the hangar. She knew he must've had to do some digging to find some clothes, seeing as he adored his little gadgets and she was almost certain his room was a mess. She wondered what he was going to do with his sniper rifle-if he was taking it with him or not. Seeing Genesis with it confirmed that he was indeed going to bring it along.

Vanessa turned and watched the rest of the crew file in. She bit her lip to keep the words from sputtering forth, as she always babbled on and on when she was nervous. And Vanessa could already feel the pre-operation adrenaline starting to sprint through her veins...she bit her lip even harder to calm herself down. After Vanessa felt that she had sufficiently stopped herself from going into a full-out chattering session about every nonsensical topic in the galaxy, she took a breath and double checked that her weapons were where she left them-they were. Good.

She held her carbon fiber armor in one hand, the shield gauntlet in another. Hopefully they'd have time to retrieve them from Ace's car (which they absolutely could not scratch, she reminded herself. Vanessa almost laughed out loud. With the looming challenges, she was afraid of scratching a car? Well then.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

-Greta-
Greta felt someone watching her-call her paranoid, call her superstitious, call her whatever you'd like, but Greta had always believed in her gut feeling and instinct, and right now it told her someone was assessing her like a hawk examines the mouse it wants for dinner. Greta casually tilted her head to the side, not noticing anything out of the ordinary in the town square. She flicked her gaze the other way, and in the shadows of a rundown building, a buxom woman seemed to be engaged in some sort of erotic activity with a young man, who seemed pleased. As a vampire, her eyesight in daytime was of little use, about as acute as a nearsighted human's, but at night it improved dramatically. She could detect minuscule details in the night, from the blades of grass underneath her to the lone spider crawling on a tree branch a few feet above her.

Greta looked towards the woman, who was eyeing her. Ah. So she hadn't been incorrect. Greta gave her a tight-lipped smile and continued on her way. It'd be best to get back to the surprisingly small cottage Stella had procured for the pair, though Greta knew she would be coming back out again that night. The two vampires had arrived in Ispwich Village the night before around 5 AM, much too close to sunrise for Greta's liking. She'd spent the day inside, napping and unpacking her belongings. Now, Greta wanted to explore and possibly obtain some type of intelligence on the hunters, though Stella was better at that sort of thing.

-Caroline-
Humming tunelessly to herself, Caroline cheerily chopped up a few tomatos and boiled a pot of water, cooking a watery tomato soup for herself. She looked out the window-though the sky was getting darker, there was still an hour before Caroline usually headed in for the night. Caroline quickly drank up the soup, and she ignored the omnipresent hunger that seemed to always have her in its clutches. Caroline certainly never starved, but she didn't necessarily have a satisfied stomach every night.

Shaking off her worries, Caroline finished her soup and decided to take a walk around the village before retiring for the night. She grabbed her house key and walked out the door again, thinking of chatting with a few of her friends to top off the day.

Caroline usually avoided the bar, but tonight, she felt like venturing out a bit more than usual. Caroline strolled unhurriedly through the cobblestone streets until she reached the section with dirt paths as streets, and weaved her way in between cottages. She noticed a woman with a darker shade of skin tone entering her own cottage-which struck her odd, as in England, a creamy complexion was practically a prerequisite.

Must be a newcomer, haven't seen her anywhere around here, Caroline mused thoughtfully. Caroline gave the woman a polite smile before continuing.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

ok, I added it in

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

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In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

Date: November sixth, 1879
Weather Conditions: A cool, crisp day though the blustery wind has a sharp bite. The leaves that still cling onto the tree branches are brown and lifeless, on the verge of falling off. Temperature conditions: about 54 degrees F, or 12 degrees C. Low humidity, a the sky is the color of faded denim, though it is steadily getting darker. Sunset had already passed so it was considered "twilight".
Time: Around 6:00 PM, or 18:00

-Caroline-
The petite woman brushed her warm brown hair out of her face, the thick ringlets instantly springing back to their original position despite her efforts. She huffed, and attempted to tie her hair back, which partially succeeded. Caroline decided to leave her hair alone and instead send a few last loaves of bread into the oven. At sunrise she would head back to the bakery and take them out, and hopefully they hadn't burned yet. Oversleeping could cost Caroline a few meals, so she always made sure she got up with the sun.

Caroline proceeded to clean up the mess in the bakery and walk out the door into the chilly air. Winter was well on its way. She locked the door and hurried down the cobblestone street, and a moment later she was at her small two-room cottage. She unlocked that door and slipped in gratefully, starting a fire in the main room and shutting all the windows. Caroline let out a heavy sigh when she realized she still needed to make something for dinner.

-Greta-
Greta Vasquez strolled at a leisurely pace through the quaint little streets that twisted through the village. What a tiny place, she thought to herself. I can't believe the hunters chose this village to conceal their headquarters in

Greta stopped for a moment, taking in the scene. All around her, various people of all shapes and sizes (but all with fair skin) closed their businesses and started to head home. Some gave Greta surprised looks, which she brushed off. Her darker shade of skin would obviously attract attention in London, and even more so in the sleepy town of Ispwich. As long as they didn't outright ogle at her, Greta was fine.

-Alex-
Alexander Moriaty gazed out the window as night set in. The carriage driver, another hunter, quickly urged the horses faster through the forest on the uneven terrain. The small dirt path was not really a road, and they were struggling to maintain their footing. However, the carriage driver knew what came out after the sun set. He was just as anxious as Alex, and just as rushed to arrive at Kingsley Manor. The trees on all sides surrounding them wasn't exactly lending to the visibility either.

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

ok so i made a few npcs stella havisham (greta's vamp friend) and john carpenter (human in ispwich)
and I made a hunter, Alexander Moriaty
i'll post first IC in a few

In the Shadows (Vampire Roleplay)

i'll make a hunter charrie and start it

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

I wasn't too sure if the infiltrators were supposed to bring armor/shielding stuff so i left it out but I can add it in if needed.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

Vanessa stood up and brushed her thick hair back. Impulsively, she tied it back to keep herself from fidgeting with it during the mission. She had expected to be with Genesis, and it was convenient to have Heretic with them-she was skilled in combat and Vanessa liked to know there were two other people with her; and two able fighters at that. Vanessa walked briskly out the room, and headed towards her living quarters. She slipped on a long-sleeved jacket and slid her small laser dagger into a pocket on the inside of the jacket. She kept the jacket half-zipped so she could easily access it if needed.

Looking around, she spotted a pair of sturdy boots, which she put on. After a bit of a silent debate with herself, Vanessa concealed her slightly old-fashioned (but reliable nonetheless) revolver by sticking it into the boot on her right foot. She checked her hair in the mirror-just like old times-and laughed to herself.

After all, I am trying to appear normal, yeah? She briefly considered adding a touch of makeup for good measure, but quickly shot down that idea. Make up? With what they were about to do? No way in hell. She knew from a close friend that mascara tended to smear and get all sticky and disgusting if you were sweating, and Vanessa decided that she would like to avoid that, thank you very much. She snagged her lightweight carbon fiber armor and shield gauntlet, as they might need them later.

Vanessa sighed and exited, heading towards the hangar. Time to get this show on the road.