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Hey guys. I won't be able to post until after work tomorrow. Sorry.

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Mohowauuck sat up straight in her chair and looked the perfect picture of serenity and grace. Others may view her has mongrel and savage, but she had regal side to her as well. They were fools, they were all below her, and they were too ignorant to even realize it. And then this Gabriel attempted to speak down to her, all it succeeded in doing to make her lips raise in a half smile. "I do believe the floor is more befitting of the likes of you." she said, following the snark by complete silence. Others may fear him, but she would not, and she would be sure that he knew that.

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Wanted to get a Jareth post in before bed, not sure what to post with Trixy yet.

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Beatrix:

The rage had blinded her, unable to tell who she was really mad at. Herself, mostly, one could guess, but she took it out on everyone. The bodies piled up higher than her lies and denial, nearly out-numbering her days spent in self-pity. The first voice directed at her pulled her out of the temporary fugue. A female, who was it?

Ahh, Morgan, yes. The prophetess. "Too long, I suppose, we both do love a good fight." she flashed a fang-toothed grin.

Jareth:

The hole in his chest hurt like hell. Everything hurt. He didn't know what to feel other than the urge to run. Save Theo, and run.

So that's what he did.

Jar broke from the combat zone and went to one of his labs, gathering something, anything he could use to give them an advantage against the number of skilled Blackmoores amongst them. He packed his coat filled with various vials of differently colored liquids and powders, all chemicals created by his own hand. All had a purpose, and most were quite dangerous.

Theo wasn't alone, of course he wasn't alone. That little whore of his found him and slit his throat. It looked bad, really bad, but Jareth wasn't giving up. Theo was his lifeline, his guide, his mentor in many ways. Without Theo's protection, Jareth's ass was grass, and he knew it.

The soft tinkling of metal on concrete was all the warning Morven, Adelisa, and the others would get before an explosion of thick smog blanketed the room, temporarily blinding them all. Jareth took his moment of cover to dive in and grab Theo's seemingly lifeless body and scrambling away like the weak coward he was.

Weak, but loyal till the end. This was far from over.

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Also, @McHaggis, welcome to this elaborate mess of an RP. :p

I like your character, as always, but Mohowauuck won't for... reasons. :]

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Can Mo turn into any animal? Humans?
Does she retain any of her other vampiric abilities shapeshifted?
(Same goes for other vampiric shifters.)

@akje

Good questions, I had actually been meaning to describe Mo's powers more OOC, I have been dropping hints IC though. So, she is designed to be much like one of my D&D characters that was a druid turned vampire. Just like D&D Druids, Mohowauuck is limited to animals from her native area (which is clearly listed in her CS, btw). Her shapeshifting forms are limited to animals found in North America during and since the times of her human years in the earliest native civilizations - estimated to be well over 10,000 years ago - this limitation keeps her from becoming too OP, no bengal tigers, cougars, Tyrannosaurus Rexes, you know -- more like bears, wolves, foxes, owls, N.A. birds, mountain lions, rabbits, mice, ants, etc.

Also, like druids in D&D (with a high enough level) she does retain her abilities while in wild shape. On that note, I would like to point out another limitation to her powers that has yet to be revealed, just hinted at. Mo's plant speaking and control of plants and the Earth is only effective when she is in communication with the Earth. The way she keeps in communication is through her bare feet on the Earth's terrain, her powers are very much so hindered if she is wearing shoes (which never happens), flying, on pavement, in buildings, etc...

Mohowauuck's comically named "colors of the wind" ability is unhindered. Her emotions and the weather/natural disasters remain connected all the time. It is pretty OP, but with a vampire goddess as old as her, you gotta have a little power-hungry fun. ;]

Also... @thewizardguy, can you clarify on the whole 'Gabriel is now a mayan god thing'? It's not that I don't approve, as my character also wears the face of an ancient god[dess] worshiped by humans, but if Mo were to recognize him as an another god, perhaps there could be some witty banter? :] I'll wait for your explanation before I post in response to Gabriel's drunken offense.

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How could we go about that? Feel free to PM if you want to keep this spoiler free

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Meh, idk... they had a bro-like bond. If you want to kill him, I will just edit my post so that Trixy did kill Jareth.

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Awwe man, well he's your character, so you can do what you please with him... But I kinda made it so that Jareth has to rely on him to stay alive, I mean, he's only 57 years old! The goodies will eat him alive. How will we get the city vamps hooked on O-neg if the goodies win every fight? The baddies need their stories told too!

But for real though, we need to get this sorted out before I post, because I need to know what to do with Jareth...

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Lady Mo stepped off of the plane with Magnus, thankful to feel the Earth beneath her bare feet once more. It was surprising that she was able to keep her composure, as the plane ride had made her more than uneasy. In the very few times that Mohowauuck had attended such meetings, he had always flown over the waters in her eagle form, taking rest stops in northern countries and continents to feed. But those times, she had notice months ahead of time. In times of war, drastic measures must sometimes be taken.

Castle Carfax was about as stuffy and aloof as Bedivere himself, but Lady Mo didn't seem to mind it too much. She took her seat and nodded politely at Bedi's welcome. Mithias was the first to be asked to speak, and he inevitably mentioned the werewolf presence. When another oldblood called for no speculations, Mo took it upon herself to clear the air.

"The wolves were mine, I was there, so they were there." At the sound of her voice, nearly every eye in the room turned on her. Some were filled with mild disinterest, others curious, and at least half of them clouded with hatred and disgust. It was no secret that werewolves and vampires often stood as mortal enemies. Lady Mo was seen as an outcast and a mongrel among her peers, but none dared to openly state their disgust, as she was far older than most of them.

Before anymore could be said of the matter, a dark presence manifested among them. The shadows built up into a slender vampiress with enough intimidation to nearly make the turn-cloak vampire at the stand wet himself. Lady Mohowauuck cracked a bit of a smile, perhaps this meeting would turn out to be quite the interesting gathering after all. Mo wondered who this vampiress must be, judging from her aura, she was almost as old as Mo herself.