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Landaus Five-OneWhat if his best friend was taking him to some kind of fantasy convention/festival and he was made to dress up as one when he got transported with a horn on his head?
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Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Mall > Ember Grove Diner
Interaction:@13org = Ylva, @princess - Emelie
Jams: "Let it burn, under my skin"
Lucius examined the various stores as he made his way to an abandoned department store on the other side of the mall. They offered possible escape routes for when the first act of his grand play began. He hoped the visitors to the mall would be competent enough to use them instead of congesting the main entrances like trapped cattle. One might think we wanted a complete massacre here but that was completely against his goals. He needed witnesses. Panic. Chaos. Confusion. Operation Humanity would have their hands tied cleaning up the mess at the University. It was easy enough to blame a deranged shooter, a maniac that had some kind of agenda. It was unlikely any of the victims had time to pull out their phones and record what happened. Even if they did, it was more than likely they were a rotting corpse.
Here there were more bodies, more untrained minds that might try to document the horror instead of fleeing for their lives. At last, He arrived at the derelict entrance to the department store. Signs dotted the windows about some new store that was to take its place. They wouldn't mind if he borrowed the shipping area for just one night, but they might not want the space back. Lucius slipped through a plain-looking door that was marked for staff only. It had been simple to bribe the guard that patrolled the area to ignore his duties. He found that magic and spells were hardly needed when it came to dealing with cases of human greed. The bare-bones of the interior hallways provided a stark contrast to the public area of the mall.
John was waiting for him when he made it to the shipping area, the cage had already been unloaded from the back of the cargo truck "I trust there were no complications moving the subject?" Lucius asked, running his hand along the flat top of the cage inspecting for any faults that could result in a premature release "Everything went according to plan. The others are in place and ready to fulfill their roles." John said in his gruff voice, mistakenly proud in his part in all of this. Lucius was satisfied with his inspection and went about setting up the cage's timed release on its lock "Your eagerness is greatly appreciated. However, take the time to enjoy the down-time. The end of this timer marks the beginning of our victory. There." He stepped back from the caged "I shall be heading out now for something to eat as even the likes of myself need food. Guard the cage well. I shall be back later to watch."
Lucius exited through the back of the shipping area to an empty parking lot, where his driver was waiting to take him into town "The diner." He uttered the words and driver nodded, accelerating to his next destination. Empty, tired-looking blue eyes looked out the window at the passing scenery, though he wasn't really interested in it in the slightest. He had seen plenty of cities and towns with just as if not more character than this one. Like many American towns, there was a diner decorated in the late fashion of the mid 50s. The height of American industry and culture built upon the bones of foreigners overseas. He rather admired America during that period. The tired look in his features quickly shifted as the car arrived at the diner, perking up to match his physical youth and the character he was to play "Pick me up at the library thirty minutes to five." He stated dryly before exiting the car.
The iconic chime echoed in his ears as he entered the door to the sight of some poor girl losing a bit of her change. A couple of coins rolled their way towards him, to which he casually stepped on them before picking them up. What especially caught his attention was the heavy foreign accent of the other individual "Must be a pretty good sandwich to start dropping money like that." Lucius said cheerfully as he walked up to the two girls, and specifically Emelie "Sorry to interrupt, I got two of your runaways right here." He smiled brightly as he handed over the two coins. The hunt for the Circle of Ancients was on and this was as good a start as any. While he didn't have any of his typical artifacts on his person, he had to be careful an experienced witch didn't simply sense the permanent mark his centuries of dark spell use had put on him.
Lucius looked over the distraught face of Emelie and managed to use her expressions and movements to suspect what she wanted "Why don't we sit together? I'm new to town and I'd like to hear more about this magic sandwich!" He lightly chuckled. It didn't take telepathy to known what people are thinking when you can read the right signs and context clues. The painful part was acting upon them. He rather detested these upbeat, young personalities but wearing his own face around here was far too much a risk. A rogue agent in a world of super-powers had to plan their moves twenty steps ahead and avoid showing their hand too early.
Time: Morning
Location: Sorrel's Place
Interaction:@Tae - Sorrel, @Milkman - Finn
Mentions:
Jams: "No one can ever slow me down, I'll stay unbound."
Volfango sprung forward as if called to action, sitting upright with the sheets the only fabric covering him from the waist down. His muscles were tense and ready to spring at the first sign of a threat not recognizing the room he was in. The last thing he remembered was running through the forest feeling incredible amounts of power and aggression. The memory felt as though he was viewing it through the eyes of someone else entirely. Volfango fancied himself a lover, not a fighter. Speaking of which, he wondered where his lovely rose named Sorrel was. He hoped that this was indeed her apartment but he had woken up in stranger places a couple times before, though not without the faint taste of blood in his mouth.
His body felt slightly sore as he got out of bed with the scraps of his tailored suit long gone. Volfango casually walked out of the guest room buck-naked and into the familiar living room where he spotted Finn on the couch. A slight grin appeared on his lips as he walked towards the kitchen, spotting the note Sorrel had left behind. My, how sweet. He thought as the grin turned into a warm smile, usually it was him that left a note like this for someone else. A mindless beast out of control. The idea of a shower was especially appealing as Volfango took a whiff under his arm and assaulted by a horrible musk. Not wanting to wilt his new rose, he quickly walked back into the guest room and hopped into the shower to wash away the grime.
Volfango went into the kitchen after drying off and searched Sorrel's cabinets for a apron figuring the owner of a bakery must have at least one. He couldn't be completely indecent! The other reason is that he wanted to prepare a breakfast for Sorrel and Finn, after all if he didn't know a bit of cooking he would be eating takeout all the time. Volfango found exactly what he was looking along with a white chef hat, which he promptly put on. While he didn't know their particular tastes, Volfango decided on a continental breakfast and retrieved the necessary ingredients from the fridge pretending that everything was normal.
The smell of bacon and sausage filled the room as Sorrel entered, his keen ears listening to the conversation outside as he managed the stove. Volfango certainly liked the way she thought and wouldn't mind putting some truth to those words at some point. He had killed people last night. The front of Volfango was covered by the apron and the countertop blocked him just above the waist Ah, Sorrel! What perfect timing! How do you like your eggs? Voflango prefers them scrambled" He called out, turning his head towards her with a wide, bright smile. His teeth had torn flesh and shattered bone.
I'd like to give this a shot, watched the first season and going to try watching the second. Got an idea for a character pretty much already that would fit nicely in here.
Time: Morning
Location: Disciples of the Dark Pact's Manor -----> Ember Grove Mall
Interaction: None
Jams: "There days when these child eyes would overlook the ugliness and fantasize"
Last night had been far more eventful than Lucius had initially anticipated and his first impressions on the political climate were quite off. The entire climate was a ticking time-bomb that just needed the right sequence to detonate. The sounds of his footsteps echoed through the stone masonry of the manor's basement as he stepped down the stairs, accompanied by two of his more zealous underlings. He continued forward and opened the heavy, metal door that led into the main chamber using a simple, spoken spell to release the lock. The door opened to twenty, large cages with thirteen of them filled. Part test subjects, part weapons. The first of the vampires locked behind the bars snarled like animals, any sort of reason missing in their eyes. Others who had not yet lost their sanity to the blood-lust stared at him in either fear or contempt, but all of them understood who held the power here.
Madness was all that awaited them yet some held on to the fanciful notion that they may be saved "That one there. Prepare it for transit. You know the location. It better be in place by 5 O'clock or there WILL be consequences. The hour of our vengeance draws ever closer, brothers." He pointed to the cage with the pale-skinned, brunette female that was the first one of her kind to end up in these cages. Each one of the thirteen here had been captured by his hands. While the Disciples made for capable henchmen, they could not be trusted with the finer aspects of subterfuge. It had taken long enough to obtain their blind loyalty through indoctrination and various potions hidden in their meals. Slowly but surely, they would be ready to throw their lives away in the name of some fabricated crusade against the vampires that infested the town.
"It will be done." A man by the name of John replied, a quite bulky man with a slight limp in his right leg. He had been a close friend of the late Rachel and was a simple man, making it rather easy to convince him to follow and obey. John left to make the preparations leaving Lucius alone with a woman by the name of Trish, another fervent believer of his blasphemy. Her hatred of vampires had been established long before Lucius had stepped into the pictures. "Trish, take this letter and see it dropped off at City Hall. Ember Grove shall burn itself to the ground and we shall bask in its glow." He handed her a cream-colored envelope that read The First of Many written in human blood given by a eager volunteer. With luck, it would find its way to wherever Operation Humanity had stationed themselves "Right away." As her footsteps grew quiet, Lucius was left alone with his cages of monsters and those soon-to-be.
Deprive a person of food, water, companionship, and their identity and it is enough to make anyone a monster. Lucius felt neither contempt or pity for those in the cages. If they had been stronger, smarter than they wouldn't be there. It was as simple as that. The sharp, cold eyes of the ancient warlock locked eyes with the newest addition for just a moment. He once wondered what kind of look his sisters and parents had on their face as his brother cut them down. The thought did not last long as he turned his back on the cages and towards his room. He had to prepare for today's incursion into the town and a adopt a fitting personality for today's goals. It was necessary to see where the various factions of Ember Grove's supernatural community stood. Information about the Circle of Ancients would be his first target. He couldn't trust any of his lackeys with this mission as long as Sinclaire Foundation agents were in Ember Grove.
Lucius had one of the Disciples drive him into Ember Grove and drop him off at the mall, his physical appearance exactly like it was when he was a fresh legionnaire but with deep blue eyes and light blonde hair. It was true that he could easily keep himself younger like this all the time but he preferred the scars and wear that came later in his life. Those earned and those unwanted. His eyes looked around the vast expanse of the mall as he stepped inside with a mask of energy and enthusiasm. This was the spot where he would release a man turned monster, deprived of all that made them civilized. The old, young, weak, and strong alike will understand what it meant to be food, fuel for the creation of something greater. Now it was only time to set the stage.
Time: Night
Location: The Pit
Interaction: @Pink Khione - Ava
Jams: "I could really use a wish right now..."
Helene's shoulders slumped as she heard Ava's chuckle echo through her glass and back to her knocking some of that initial enthusiasm out of her. It was a joke, wasn't it? A vampire whose lips had only ever touched the cold, hard surface of a fancy glass drinking the blood of a victim they had never once laid eyes on. Interactions with humans were particularly rare and those few she did talk with had been a part of the Sinclaire Foundation for some time. However, she did not wish to be like the vampires that lived for the hunt nor did she wish to starve and become like those depraved souls who would kill anything for the slightest drop of blood. Helene was pouring her heart and soul into trying to convince Ava to teach her how to hunt with as much mercy as possible, but it was exactly that thoughtfulness that was making Ava hesitate.
A small smile creased her lips at Ava's apology, it was indeed something hard to believe "It is alright.". However, Ava seemed to pause for just a split-second like some wild thought had wandered into her mind making Helene wonder what it was. Self-control was something that Catherine had drilled into her since she was young but she had never felt the hunger so fiercely before. Her head perked up a little as Ava gave her some information about humans, which Helene quietly repeated "Four to five litres...can lose one..." as if it were some breaking new information unaware it was not everything Ava could have told her. She could do that, but....she'd probably need to drink from more than one person to completely stop the craving "Thank you! I...think I can do this!" It was part thanks, part trying to fire herself up to do what she had to.
As she was busy imagining what how to go about this, Ava spoke once more and made a quick departure before Helene had a chance to formulate a proper goodbye "Ah, okay..well merci et au revoir!". Pink-red eyes watched as her new acquaintance left her alone to deal with this herself, hoping that maybe she would have stayed to instruct her further. It was fine. Helene had accepted when she left the Sinclaire Manor that everything was going to be much different than she was used to. It had been refreshing to be viewed as just another person rather than some figure beyond approach. Her mother had seen to that but she was no longer hovering over her shoulder. Helene was scared and lost in the big, new world she found herself in but she was determined to find her place in it.
That was HE came into the picture. A tall, young man with wavy, brown hair that stopped just at the shoulder who carried himself with a soft-spoken confidence and she could see the intelligence in his eyes. His eyes were like emerald gems that sparkled with the flashing lights of the club. If Helene had a beating heart, it might have just about stopped because he was looking and coming towards her "Do you mind if I stand here?" He spoke as he took over the position that Ava was standing at. Words escaped Helene at the moment so she simply nodded. The drink she had gotten at Alexei's was beginning to wear off and with it came the voices and visions.
His name turned out to be Jackson, a student at the university who had came to the club with 'friends' that had ditched him "You want to get out of here? I know a place we can talk just the two of us." It was an offer that Helene had been waiting for and her symptoms were only getting worse. She kept catching the formless shadow of her mother weaving through the crowd just outside of her direct view, while her voice whispered in her ear "I would like that." She smiled brightly but she wished it had been any other day.
Jackson gently took her hand and lead her out of The Pit. By the time they got into his car, Helene couldn't even have a moment to think about what was happening as she resisted the primal urges to feed right there and then. They drove for a bit, gazing at each other and making small conversation about topics they had been discussing in the club. At last, they stopped in the dirt parking lot of a small park just on the outskirts of Ember Grove. Jackson turned the engine off and turned to her "I'm..not the best at asking these kind of things but...would you mind if we met up again?" He asked nervously, the first time she had seen him act like that. It put her at ease somewhat, but Helene had to make a move "I would not." Like a switch, her instincts kicked into gear as she moved her head forward and so did Jackson.
Helene's fangs extended and dug into his throat, the sweet taste of blood quickly touching her tongue. Jackson screamed as he tried to push Helene off of him but there was no one to hear him and Helene had far more strength than he did. His screams did not even reach Helene as she continued to drink, her first taste of fresh blood directly from the source. Ava's advice briefly fluttered in her thoughts but it was quickly overthrown by the flood of ecstasy. With every ounce of blood that was drained from his neck Helene felt more like herself and the voices lowered to a whisper and finally silence. Her mind was on auto-pilot as her fangs continued to dig deeper. A little more...just a little more.
After awhile, Jackson stopped struggling against her but Helene did not notice. She continued to drink until she was full and satisfied as if in trance. Blood trickled down her lip as she moved her head back feeling relief now that she had clarity of mind and she was no longer on edge. That did not last long as the haze that had been on her mind lifted and she was left with the aftermath of her hunger. Jackson sat motionless against the driver seat pale and without any signs of life. Helene whispered softly at first "Jackson...?" then screamed as it hit her "Jackson!" Her hands which had held him down now shook his shoulders trying to provoke any kind of response, as tears dripped down her cheeks "No! No, no, no, no, please wake up! I am sorry! I am sorry!" There was nothing left of Jackson left to respond.
Helene put her head to his chest and heard silence, felt nothing but the stillness of death from his wrists. Her head laid against his upper chest as he hands became fists and gently hit against Jackon's chest "I didn't mean to! I am-" Her sobbing words were cut off as she began to wail into his shirt to try and muffle the sounds. He was gone and it was all her fault "I am a monster!" Her voiced cried out as her fists twisted themselves into the shirt. How could ever look Ava in the eyes and tell her what she had done? Slowly Helene lifted her head off Jackson's chest and looked at his lifeless and colorless face, burning the image into her mind. There was no way she could do this again. She would rather lock herself away than take another life.
Beating heart or no, she felt a pain in her chest as she got off of him and got out of the car. A mix of anger, grief, and sadness flooding in all at once. Helene hesitantly stood there in front of the car looking at Jackon through the window, knowing that she had just taken away someone's friend...someone's family. She had to leave. It wasn't safe, or right, for her to be here with him anymore. She had to get back to her apartment before any of those friends or family started looking for him. Thus began the long walk home which gave her enough time to try and stop the tears and regret. She couldn't pretend that she wasn't a vampire and ignore the hunger again. It was clear from tonight it would only get someone hurt or worse.
Helene had little energy to do much else but just lay on the bed, so mentally exhausted from tonight she didn't want to do anything else. That emerald shine in Jackon's eyes had been snuffed and it was all she could think about. How was she ever going to be able play at the l'amour est dans l'air tomorrow knowing what she had done? How could she look into the eyes of all those people? Somehow, she had to do it. Prove to herself that she can do more than kill and give something back. That was how she could atone, perhaps.
Time: Morning
Location: Ember Grove Park
Interaction: None
Jams: "That somehow, we'll keep marchin' on"
Location: Ember Grove Park
Interaction: None
Jams: "That somehow, we'll keep marchin' on"
Today was her first performance in front of live crowd of people she had never met before playing alongside people she had only met yesterday. Her outfit was selected and her violin had been tuned just the way she liked it. Excitement should be rushing over her in waves but all she felt was grief and regret. Jackson could have been anyone and it still wouldn't feel right. A part of her wanted to cancel for tonight and hold up in her room. That wouldn't do anyone any good. It was what had brought her to the park this early in the morning with her violin case in hand. Helene was nervous to just be by herself but it was the best way she knew to get over this in her own way. Music was her oldest and closest companion and by pouring her thoughts and emotions into every note she could feel better. That was the idea anyway.
Carefully she set down the expensive case down by one of the park's benches, unlocking the hooks that held it closed. This piece was for Jackson and for her. A requiem for a man she never had the pleasure of knowing fully, just like Boris. A requiem for his life and what could have been if...if she had not gotten involved. With somber determination, she took the exquisite instrument into her hands and rested the violin against her cheek. Helene began to play after a moment of silence, filling the park space around her with a beautiful, but melancholy sound. The music would be a reminder of her failure and a promise to never let it happen again.
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Awesome, going to develop a base personality and character template to start playing with ideas.
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