Lord Giles
He studied her closely. His hues drilling into hers, he knew they all did those little traits, refused to meet his gaze. But he enjoyed seeing them squirm. "Marissa." He let out another puff of smoke, leaning back he allowed her to finish her statement. Obviously indicating his closest advisor, even someone he would.. Maybe consider a friend was apart of the RBUC. Lord Giles was well aware of the clandestine actions his friend has taken, ever since he first heard his name. Though it was his mission now to break him. Both men knew the other knew, yet they still acted as if they didn't. In all honesty it was a battle of will, and lord Giles was winning by a landslide. He fed the advisor false information, and some real. And the advisor would take some back, yet never told the incriminating information. He was most certainly a curious human.
"What... Would you have me do Miss Lopez? Should I let the RBUC keep operating, or should I attempt to use my political power to snuff them out? What is the best choice of action?" He looked to her now his expression quizzical. He took another sip and a long drag blowing the smoke away from her now. "What about the girl who is to be punished because of your games?" He spoke calmly and In a cool manner. "Should she be punished because of you?"
Else where in the manor several bloodservent were being lined up. They had either served the minimum five years, or done something of merit. They were getting ready for the change, or attempt. Its not really known how a patriarch changes a mortal most don't have memories of the ordeal but are left weakend and wasted for weeks. They all gathered in a back room which was locked except for such occasion. Five people were lined up ready to take the leap four male and a female.
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He paused a moment listening to her words, she was daring if not foolish. He accepted the tea gratefully taking a small sip. "And upon the third time, the wolf had come. And he ate up all of the sheep, though some versions theboy gets eaten too." He said this not as a matter of fact but as a warning for the girl not to test him further. "What is your name, girl?" His voice very casual, he leaned back some. His advisor watching with interest.
Lord Giles, plucked up a small golden case popping it open he plucked out a rolled cigarette, he struck a flame puffing on the small tobacco product. He gave her a puff of smoke with a small smile he relaxed some cigarette in one hand tea in the other. "What do you think of the RBUC? And why do you wish to serve this colony?" If his eyes could burn some one, she would be simply crispy. His orbs were highly unusual he had darkens whites (though not black) and redishbrown iris. Giving him a very monster like look.
His advisor too was sipping in the tea though he winced slightly, obviously the girl could not make tea very well. He watched lord giles with built anticipation, but also a feeling of relief. His eyes always made his flesh crawl, very few people would meet and hold his gaze. And those who did were usually in some way shape or form close persons of his. He being a human, was also an operative of the RBUC. He'd spent years climbing the ladder to become an advisor. Though in recent times his loyalty faltered frequently.
Lord Giles, plucked up a small golden case popping it open he plucked out a rolled cigarette, he struck a flame puffing on the small tobacco product. He gave her a puff of smoke with a small smile he relaxed some cigarette in one hand tea in the other. "What do you think of the RBUC? And why do you wish to serve this colony?" If his eyes could burn some one, she would be simply crispy. His orbs were highly unusual he had darkens whites (though not black) and redishbrown iris. Giving him a very monster like look.
His advisor too was sipping in the tea though he winced slightly, obviously the girl could not make tea very well. He watched lord giles with built anticipation, but also a feeling of relief. His eyes always made his flesh crawl, very few people would meet and hold his gaze. And those who did were usually in some way shape or form close persons of his. He being a human, was also an operative of the RBUC. He'd spent years climbing the ladder to become an advisor. Though in recent times his loyalty faltered frequently.
Lord Giles
He cocked an eyebrow at the secene that had unfolded in front of him. By now he had trousers, and a shirt on. A woman was helping him get a nice vest to go with the outfit around his shoulders. "Out, everyone. Except you two." His eyes went from Alexander, to this upstart bloodservent. Though he spoke softly soon everyone was leaving, he took a seat to slip on his shoes, which were polished so that one could see their own reflection.
"Your petty bickering children has caused me some disturbance. To cry wolf, in such a household is in no way a game child. I've been here longer than your your combined age with all the other servents. And I'll let you know now. I'm not one to trifle with. I'll, have you, your family, and your families, family in the dungeons and no one will bat an eyelash."
He paused and shifted his gaze to Alexander, a smoldering rage hidden within his eyes. "Why is a member of my colony in an RBUC prison? And why are you rising to the bait of a mere child? Are you so old that you've some how gorwn incompetent?" His words were like swords, piercing and wounding. He stood up and dusted his trousers some.
"I want Dolf out of prison immediately, I want you, welp to stop with these games. If its thrills you seek then maybe you can find them in the bottom of the Thames. If you're ready to continue to be a blood servent, then I would like a cup of tea, no lemon. A little cream."
He moved from the room leaving the two standing there. Though looks deceive he is the most powerful being in all of London. His strength unmatched, his speed unheard of, and his ability to weild a sword, top notch. He walked down the corridor, his anger boiling below the surface. Few could see it though. He was quite good at hiding his feelings. He sat down in his drawing room, sitting upon a large leather couch, across from him his advisor sat with another stack of papers.
"My lord, what shall we do about the werewolves? They're growing restless and there has been some
.. Problems of late." Giles sat back thinking for a moment. "We need to get rid of the RBUC first..."
He cocked an eyebrow at the secene that had unfolded in front of him. By now he had trousers, and a shirt on. A woman was helping him get a nice vest to go with the outfit around his shoulders. "Out, everyone. Except you two." His eyes went from Alexander, to this upstart bloodservent. Though he spoke softly soon everyone was leaving, he took a seat to slip on his shoes, which were polished so that one could see their own reflection.
"Your petty bickering children has caused me some disturbance. To cry wolf, in such a household is in no way a game child. I've been here longer than your your combined age with all the other servents. And I'll let you know now. I'm not one to trifle with. I'll, have you, your family, and your families, family in the dungeons and no one will bat an eyelash."
He paused and shifted his gaze to Alexander, a smoldering rage hidden within his eyes. "Why is a member of my colony in an RBUC prison? And why are you rising to the bait of a mere child? Are you so old that you've some how gorwn incompetent?" His words were like swords, piercing and wounding. He stood up and dusted his trousers some.
"I want Dolf out of prison immediately, I want you, welp to stop with these games. If its thrills you seek then maybe you can find them in the bottom of the Thames. If you're ready to continue to be a blood servent, then I would like a cup of tea, no lemon. A little cream."
He moved from the room leaving the two standing there. Though looks deceive he is the most powerful being in all of London. His strength unmatched, his speed unheard of, and his ability to weild a sword, top notch. He walked down the corridor, his anger boiling below the surface. Few could see it though. He was quite good at hiding his feelings. He sat down in his drawing room, sitting upon a large leather couch, across from him his advisor sat with another stack of papers.
"My lord, what shall we do about the werewolves? They're growing restless and there has been some
.. Problems of late." Giles sat back thinking for a moment. "We need to get rid of the RBUC first..."
I think we lay this beast to rest and everyone move on. No more posting. If you have feed back PM hazmat. This stuff happens sometimes. Its life just relax.
Sid
The citizens s began to push harder now running as the building awkwardly shifted, they came pouring g out of tunnel, his weapon was steadily firing into the crowd. For now they were staying away, but Sid knew it wouldn't last long and then with out notice, a burst of rapid fire came from the crowd, the bullets smashing into his protective armor, his weapon was broken apart by the brief hail. He drew a pistol, and began to fire again. His armor couldn't take much more. But soon his audio sensors picked up the sounds of BigBrothers engines, he fired until there was no more ammo in his weapon dropping it casually, he drew his last fire arm. It was getting close. Bullets still wizzed a bout him, there was no doubt that he had some exposed components after this mission. He turned his cranial briefly, but luck would have it, that he would take a round to the back of the head. It didn't penetrate but it scrambled his processor. Combat effective 37%, Facial recognition damaged, Optical sensors damaged, Processing at 50%, Motor functions damaged, Immediate maintainenance required.
Turning back to the crowd. The had world became slightly different at that point, where he used to see the individual meat bags now he could only distinguish a few of them. His optical sensors strained to adjust, he knew that forced shutdown could be imminent. But then a small ping echoed through out his remaining functions alerting him that BigBrother was ready to go. He had no reason but he pushed the girl into the back of the aircraft. Now the people lost little reguard for safety and were rushing. Be climbed in and big brother began his ascent though some managed to cling on for dear life he gave then a quick answer with a bullet. Before she could recover he moved to the repairs container, sitting down, small arms spread out from the box behind him quickly and effectively removing the very damaged armor. They went to work quickly patching his hydraulics, optical sensors, and what ever other mechanical component could be replaced would be replaced. He was dangerously low on spare parts.
"BigBrother, scan frequencies search key words, Jack, Escape, Pickup, Safe. Scan for frequencies being covered by a cloak."
Sid didn't say anything to the teen standing in front of him. He wore a worn cloak, that shifted slightly with the wind, that wasn't there. He could see the dirt and sweat caused by the intense desert heat. "SID, you're looking pretty rough friend. Gotta take cover next time. If you die who will protect me huh?" His voice was gentle though it was beginning to deepen it would crack every so often. "Understood, and will comply. Danny, next course of action?" The youth laughed. "You have it under control, Just get repaired, and well go after jack together." He never noticed the small numbers that would occasionally trail off of his body. And to a third party watching he would be speaking to nothing. "Understood." His words were croaked out, if robotics could do such a thing.
The citizens s began to push harder now running as the building awkwardly shifted, they came pouring g out of tunnel, his weapon was steadily firing into the crowd. For now they were staying away, but Sid knew it wouldn't last long and then with out notice, a burst of rapid fire came from the crowd, the bullets smashing into his protective armor, his weapon was broken apart by the brief hail. He drew a pistol, and began to fire again. His armor couldn't take much more. But soon his audio sensors picked up the sounds of BigBrothers engines, he fired until there was no more ammo in his weapon dropping it casually, he drew his last fire arm. It was getting close. Bullets still wizzed a bout him, there was no doubt that he had some exposed components after this mission. He turned his cranial briefly, but luck would have it, that he would take a round to the back of the head. It didn't penetrate but it scrambled his processor. Combat effective 37%, Facial recognition damaged, Optical sensors damaged, Processing at 50%, Motor functions damaged, Immediate maintainenance required.
Turning back to the crowd. The had world became slightly different at that point, where he used to see the individual meat bags now he could only distinguish a few of them. His optical sensors strained to adjust, he knew that forced shutdown could be imminent. But then a small ping echoed through out his remaining functions alerting him that BigBrother was ready to go. He had no reason but he pushed the girl into the back of the aircraft. Now the people lost little reguard for safety and were rushing. Be climbed in and big brother began his ascent though some managed to cling on for dear life he gave then a quick answer with a bullet. Before she could recover he moved to the repairs container, sitting down, small arms spread out from the box behind him quickly and effectively removing the very damaged armor. They went to work quickly patching his hydraulics, optical sensors, and what ever other mechanical component could be replaced would be replaced. He was dangerously low on spare parts.
"BigBrother, scan frequencies search key words, Jack, Escape, Pickup, Safe. Scan for frequencies being covered by a cloak."
Sid didn't say anything to the teen standing in front of him. He wore a worn cloak, that shifted slightly with the wind, that wasn't there. He could see the dirt and sweat caused by the intense desert heat. "SID, you're looking pretty rough friend. Gotta take cover next time. If you die who will protect me huh?" His voice was gentle though it was beginning to deepen it would crack every so often. "Understood, and will comply. Danny, next course of action?" The youth laughed. "You have it under control, Just get repaired, and well go after jack together." He never noticed the small numbers that would occasionally trail off of his body. And to a third party watching he would be speaking to nothing. "Understood." His words were croaked out, if robotics could do such a thing.
What's she investing D: in? A pack of werewolves??? She's a great character by the way
Twoish years. Its not that its not great but it breaks every time it fly's. And we have to have it flying asap. Its super stressful.
Lord Giles
He awoke slightly later than usual, those such things were expected for one of his age. He swung his feet out of bed and was upon his feet, moving like fluid. He donned his fancy robe, from the far east. He clapped his hands loudly and soon several servants rushed in, Several holding different sets of clothes, another one coming in with a large stack of papers. "My lord, there are a few matters of the colony that need to be taken care of. A single vampire of our colony has been taken into RBUC" Giles stopped, paused and looked to him as the servants compared clothing styles holding them against his pale flesh. "Why is he still there?" His voice was cold. His eyes screamed of controlled rage and anger. "I want him out before I'm done dressing, and I want him brought before me. Things are running too smoothly for these things to happen. " He turned his attention back to the men who were now in a heated debate over his attire in which he was to wear for the evening. "Call in Alexander, I would like a word."
James Gunhammer
He too was waking up, though on a whole different part of town. His body was stiff from the long patrol from the previous night. He quickly dressed, checking his attire to make sure his collar, and vest were properly fitted. He wrapped his holster around his waist, before shrugging on his other holster at rib cage. Holstering his weapons he trotted down stairs to see a pleasent looking woman setting plates about the table. One, for his eggs, and ham, another for his toast and the final one for his tea, though he usually didn't drink it. English and their obsession with tea.
"Good morning Mrs. To liver, how are you this evening?" He asked her while taking a seat. He immediately began to slather some butter on the bread. "Anyone stop by for me today?" She was in the middle of cleaning a small cabinet, which looked to be very dusty. He wasn't usually home all that often. So she generally didn't clean ublesst he was due home for a visit, or at home. "I'm well Mr. GunHammer, and a message was delivered for you. Something bout a girl named silver bringing in a vampire of sorts. Though it seemed he belonged to that lord Giles fellow. " With a sigh he took a single bite of the toast and got up, he walked towards the door slipping on his shoes and grabbing his over coat and bowler "Sorry but seems I have to leave, have a good day and thank you for the food." And he was gone. His feet carrying him to RBUC HQ where he navigated its halls to quickly find silver only moments after her previous call. "What in the hell is going on?"
He awoke slightly later than usual, those such things were expected for one of his age. He swung his feet out of bed and was upon his feet, moving like fluid. He donned his fancy robe, from the far east. He clapped his hands loudly and soon several servants rushed in, Several holding different sets of clothes, another one coming in with a large stack of papers. "My lord, there are a few matters of the colony that need to be taken care of. A single vampire of our colony has been taken into RBUC" Giles stopped, paused and looked to him as the servants compared clothing styles holding them against his pale flesh. "Why is he still there?" His voice was cold. His eyes screamed of controlled rage and anger. "I want him out before I'm done dressing, and I want him brought before me. Things are running too smoothly for these things to happen. " He turned his attention back to the men who were now in a heated debate over his attire in which he was to wear for the evening. "Call in Alexander, I would like a word."
James Gunhammer
He too was waking up, though on a whole different part of town. His body was stiff from the long patrol from the previous night. He quickly dressed, checking his attire to make sure his collar, and vest were properly fitted. He wrapped his holster around his waist, before shrugging on his other holster at rib cage. Holstering his weapons he trotted down stairs to see a pleasent looking woman setting plates about the table. One, for his eggs, and ham, another for his toast and the final one for his tea, though he usually didn't drink it. English and their obsession with tea.
"Good morning Mrs. To liver, how are you this evening?" He asked her while taking a seat. He immediately began to slather some butter on the bread. "Anyone stop by for me today?" She was in the middle of cleaning a small cabinet, which looked to be very dusty. He wasn't usually home all that often. So she generally didn't clean ublesst he was due home for a visit, or at home. "I'm well Mr. GunHammer, and a message was delivered for you. Something bout a girl named silver bringing in a vampire of sorts. Though it seemed he belonged to that lord Giles fellow. " With a sigh he took a single bite of the toast and got up, he walked towards the door slipping on his shoes and grabbing his over coat and bowler "Sorry but seems I have to leave, have a good day and thank you for the food." And he was gone. His feet carrying him to RBUC HQ where he navigated its halls to quickly find silver only moments after her previous call. "What in the hell is going on?"
My job... Blooooows so much work.
Awesome,lord Giles is a very mature man, he is reserved and very knowledgeable, he delivers stiff pu ishments but avoids killing his own colony members.
Also remember phones are rare. You won't just g
Have one in your office. Or desk. They're wall mounted large and you will have to be connectee via operator.
Remember the dress of the time. There's none of the flashy tench coats like in the matrix, they're more like muck coats long, and thick leather. ( basically a duster ) also gentlemen wouldn't be caught wearing one in public.
Finally if I'm being too picky please do tell me. I'm really single-minded sometimes so I don't realize I'm being a buzz kill. Any questions about the era, technology, other countries please run then through me.
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Also titan pad works for me.
If you have a question about characters let me know
Also remember phones are rare. You won't just g
Have one in your office. Or desk. They're wall mounted large and you will have to be connectee via operator.
Remember the dress of the time. There's none of the flashy tench coats like in the matrix, they're more like muck coats long, and thick leather. ( basically a duster ) also gentlemen wouldn't be caught wearing one in public.
Finally if I'm being too picky please do tell me. I'm really single-minded sometimes so I don't realize I'm being a buzz kill. Any questions about the era, technology, other countries please run then through me.
edit
Also titan pad works for me.
If you have a question about characters let me know
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