KatherinWinter said
Vlad visited each of the teens. He started with Alastair. He was angry that his 'son' hadn't been able to take control of the group. He wasn't surprised though. No one of the teens were natural followers. Most of them were loners. He enters Alastair's room. "What punishment do you want for your failure?"
KatherinWinter said
Kathein wrote.
MonsieurShade said
As they shouldered their way through the simulated crowds of people, Jacque's eyes darted back and forth in search of anything strange, though he refrained from moving his head too much, lest he come off as suspicious himself. For a brief moment, Jacque wondered off perhaps Omega hadn't included a supernatural to the simulation and instead was just gauging how well each operative did in public. Jacque pondered this for quite some time before something finally caught his attention, something that in all honesty wouldn't have gotten a second glance from most people. There was a man in a dark grey suit who appeared to be in his late thirties casually reading a newspaper while sitting at a bus stop. A fairly mundane action to say the least, however something about the man seemed off, or rather, something about him seemed perfectly fine; for someone waiting at a bus stop in such a crowded place, his suit was remarkably clean, and wrinkle free to boot. The man himself was unremarkable in appearance, no, not just unremarkable, he looked like the sort of person that seemed as though he was meant to be ignored, someone who was meant to blend seamlessly into a crowd. The ghoul turned and looked at Alastair as the man raised his head and looked around, "I think we've got ourselves a target. The man in the suit at the bus stop, he look out of place to you?".
KatherinWinter said
Not the last time I read. By let the rookie try. I will post the siren soon. I want to let a few more people respond to the simulation.
Sapphire said
Mei froze, she hadn't expected the spawn of darkness to talk to her, but she had no place to talk him down. She returned his bow, ashamed that she was grateful to him for following the mannerisms she was accustomed to, accidentally or otherwise. "No it would seem we have not, I am Shia-Mei of the Chinese and Japanese pantheons. Though it is appropriate to call me Mei, or so I have been told." She shook his hand with a slight hesitation, "It is an honor to meet you, despite our vastly different roles in the worlds. We are the next generation in a war older than time itself." There was the slightest hint of sadness in her voice, "I should go get my lunch now." Mei turned to leave.