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STATUS: It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!" 4 mos ago
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It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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I just love having a job where the general population treats me like a used napkin.
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"Hey. You. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
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As a holy paladin, I can't say for certain PrinceAlexus is going to be smighted, but don't be surprised if you find him with a mace in his face.
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@ladyanglaiseErmahgerd! That is so perfec! \^o^/ And yes, still shipping them!
@Wraithblade6
~"You've already given me what I want, vampire."~ The woman hissed through her fangs, her beretta just mere inches from his broad forehead. Later, she would have to reward her sweet for dealing the first blow, but for now, she had the bastard right where she wanted him, on his knees doubling over in pain as a virulent combination of silver and sainthood seared his wretched flesh and boiled his blood slowly into a fine crimson vapor. ~"But I suppose a bit of information would be nice before I deal the coup de grace."~ She smirked, thumbing back the hammer on her weapon. ~"A girl was murdered just recently, no name and no affiliations, slaughtered without mercy, by a creature like you no less. But the bite wasn't clean; it was sloppy, like a newblood's. There's a coven in New Orleans, and I want to know everything about it. Their lords, their members, all that you can tell me before you draw your last putrid breath here in this mortal coil?"~
No quarter she would give this creature, no mercy, except for maybe the kiss of death to grace his cold, cracked lips, or for literal matter his forehead being split open with a 9mm Parabellum. ~"Well vampire? Do you wish to speak?"~ She had her assumptions he wouldn't. Coven lords, if this man was one, never sold out their corrupted flock, even if given the pretense of imminent demise. Some were cowards, yes, as Rebecca's had her fare share she hunted down and personally killed, but this one...even as she felt the life gradually drain from his predatory eyes glaring at her with such paroxysm, such malicious rage for skewering his abdomen with a bullet, she had a feeling he wouldn't break.
~"You've already given me what I want, vampire."~ The woman hissed through her fangs, her beretta just mere inches from his broad forehead. Later, she would have to reward her sweet for dealing the first blow, but for now, she had the bastard right where she wanted him, on his knees doubling over in pain as a virulent combination of silver and sainthood seared his wretched flesh and boiled his blood slowly into a fine crimson vapor. ~"But I suppose a bit of information would be nice before I deal the coup de grace."~ She smirked, thumbing back the hammer on her weapon. ~"A girl was murdered just recently, no name and no affiliations, slaughtered without mercy, by a creature like you no less. But the bite wasn't clean; it was sloppy, like a newblood's. There's a coven in New Orleans, and I want to know everything about it. Their lords, their members, all that you can tell me before you draw your last putrid breath here in this mortal coil?"~
No quarter she would give this creature, no mercy, except for maybe the kiss of death to grace his cold, cracked lips, or for literal matter his forehead being split open with a 9mm Parabellum. ~"Well vampire? Do you wish to speak?"~ She had her assumptions he wouldn't. Coven lords, if this man was one, never sold out their corrupted flock, even if given the pretense of imminent demise. Some were cowards, yes, as Rebecca's had her fare share she hunted down and personally killed, but this one...even as she felt the life gradually drain from his predatory eyes glaring at her with such paroxysm, such malicious rage for skewering his abdomen with a bullet, she had a feeling he wouldn't break.
@Kurai Assassin@King Tai
"H-hey, watch it!" Camille stumbled back a little upon being coldly pushed aside. Rebecca however gave no retort nor reply, merely furrowing her brow at the bitter woman's words as she regained composure. Veterans, their battle wounds may have healed, but the thick, calloused scars upon their hearts and minds remained forever, the ceaseless pain racking their conscience without pause. For them, the war never ended. It was just waged on another battlefield, the struggle to readjust to civilian norms and shed away the killer they had become. ~"Hmm, well that was rather crass."~ She said dusting herself off. ~"Not sure why some random strangers are seeking out UHC operatives, or why the have information on this blood feud between the three families."~ She then turned to Camille, the girl sticking her tongue out at Katya as she stormed away, vanishing behind the door to Stone's office. ~"We should probably be on our guard tonight, sweetheart, as with any night that idiot sends us to do his dirty work."~
The girl nodded in agreement and into the elevator they stepped, Rebecca pressing a button then leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, a blank slate of an expression as she pondered upon that woman's last comment. World's End Pub, a lead maybe? I suppose we could start there, but I doubt it has any significance. From what I read of that girl's profile, Katya's intent on drinking herself to death. She'd frequent anywhere they were serving alcohol. Honestly, I feel sorry for her.
The doors opened with a gentle hiss, a cool breeze gracing the vampire woman's pale complexion, causing her to shiver somewhat. The parking garage was always cold, cold and vacant. There were only a few vehicles present, one of them hers, a candy apple red sports car, a recent model. The two got in, the V8 engine revving with quite the horsepower as the crimson vehicle screamed out of the garage and onto the city streets. World's End...such a quaint name for some seedy back alley bar, the kind of place one would be certain to seek out sorry low lives, though Rebecca never considered Katya as one. The embittered woman was just...down on her luck, a broken shell of the girl she used to be. As they drove on, the streetlamps and neon signs passing them by with subtle glows and highlights, the car radio softly played, a mournful tune to fit what else but the dreary and melancholic aura Rebecca felt from her surroundings zipping by her, the city, so dirty and dangerous. She glanced off to the side, noticing in the passenger seat next to her, the teenage girl was curled up and peering out the window, her petite chest gracefully rising and falling with every shallow breath she drew, her tiny lips moving slowly as an incoherent murmur or two followed. Warmly Rebecca smiled, finding the view....quite adorable, yet, her smile faded as she sensed something in Camille.
~"You're worried about something."~ She whispered, one hand casually rested on the steering wheel while another was propped against her face as she leaned on the driver side door and gazed out onto the road. ~"You know I can read you like a book, sweetheart."~ Camille turned to her, nervously her fangs nibbling at her lower lip. "I was just...I thought of something." She replied. ~"Oh?"~ Said Rebecca slightly raising an eyebrow. ~"Don't tell me. You have your suspicions as well about these recent slayings."~
"You too, Mistress?" Camille returned somewhat surprised. "But yeah, it's strange. Three coven lords murdered in cold blood, all in the same night. It doesn't make sense."
~"I'm sure none of this will make sense at all, my dear."~ Rebecca said rather factual, keeping her eyes on the road. She too had her suspicions about the murders. Twas no mistake the three families had bad blood in the past, but never had she considered it escalating to such extremities as outright assassination. No, there was something else to this twisted menagerie, something a bit more sinister than typical mob warfare tactics. ~"What if we are just unraveling one tiny, little thread of a convoluted web of deceit and murder? Like...we're being dragged into this dark abyss where nothing can be discerned as either truth or lie. That's honestly what I feel about this mess, but either way...we're not here to solve cases, sweetie. Our mission is simple...kill them."~
It wasn't really the answer Camille was expecting from her beautiful mistress, but nevertheless, she nodded in agreement and slumped back into her seat. ~"I'm not sure we can find Vladdy boy, but I think someone around here would know."~ Right as she said that, they pulled up close to the place, a dimly lit, flickering neon sign that read in plain letters, WORLD'S END. And the place...it seared Rebecca's nostrils with an unmistakable odor, causing her to cringe and grimace at the awful stench, of blood, booze, and sex. ~"Well...this is certainly the place."~ A dry quip as she killed the ignition and stepped out. If cesspool of modern society was such a word, then in the dictionary this despicable scene would be but the image to accompany it. Prostitutes and drug dealers running rampant, spreading death and venereal disease with every step upon the cracked, filthy concrete stained with nearly years of vicious, bloody gangland warfare. Rebecca wondered if wherever she stepped a corpse had lied, possibly gunned down in such grisly fashion or gutted by the sadistic steel of a switchblade. Either way, this place made her uncomfortable, as if tiny, black poison insects were crawling all over her skin. She pulled Camille close to her, the teen looking around curiously, such childlike innocence should never be tainted...though Rebecca may have done that already many times in their bed chamber. ~"Come along, darling. We shouldn't daddle."~
Camille gave a soft nod to her Mistress' cooing, shuffling beside her as they stepped into the sordid establishment.
"H-hey, watch it!" Camille stumbled back a little upon being coldly pushed aside. Rebecca however gave no retort nor reply, merely furrowing her brow at the bitter woman's words as she regained composure. Veterans, their battle wounds may have healed, but the thick, calloused scars upon their hearts and minds remained forever, the ceaseless pain racking their conscience without pause. For them, the war never ended. It was just waged on another battlefield, the struggle to readjust to civilian norms and shed away the killer they had become. ~"Hmm, well that was rather crass."~ She said dusting herself off. ~"Not sure why some random strangers are seeking out UHC operatives, or why the have information on this blood feud between the three families."~ She then turned to Camille, the girl sticking her tongue out at Katya as she stormed away, vanishing behind the door to Stone's office. ~"We should probably be on our guard tonight, sweetheart, as with any night that idiot sends us to do his dirty work."~
The girl nodded in agreement and into the elevator they stepped, Rebecca pressing a button then leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, a blank slate of an expression as she pondered upon that woman's last comment. World's End Pub, a lead maybe? I suppose we could start there, but I doubt it has any significance. From what I read of that girl's profile, Katya's intent on drinking herself to death. She'd frequent anywhere they were serving alcohol. Honestly, I feel sorry for her.
The doors opened with a gentle hiss, a cool breeze gracing the vampire woman's pale complexion, causing her to shiver somewhat. The parking garage was always cold, cold and vacant. There were only a few vehicles present, one of them hers, a candy apple red sports car, a recent model. The two got in, the V8 engine revving with quite the horsepower as the crimson vehicle screamed out of the garage and onto the city streets. World's End...such a quaint name for some seedy back alley bar, the kind of place one would be certain to seek out sorry low lives, though Rebecca never considered Katya as one. The embittered woman was just...down on her luck, a broken shell of the girl she used to be. As they drove on, the streetlamps and neon signs passing them by with subtle glows and highlights, the car radio softly played, a mournful tune to fit what else but the dreary and melancholic aura Rebecca felt from her surroundings zipping by her, the city, so dirty and dangerous. She glanced off to the side, noticing in the passenger seat next to her, the teenage girl was curled up and peering out the window, her petite chest gracefully rising and falling with every shallow breath she drew, her tiny lips moving slowly as an incoherent murmur or two followed. Warmly Rebecca smiled, finding the view....quite adorable, yet, her smile faded as she sensed something in Camille.
~"You're worried about something."~ She whispered, one hand casually rested on the steering wheel while another was propped against her face as she leaned on the driver side door and gazed out onto the road. ~"You know I can read you like a book, sweetheart."~ Camille turned to her, nervously her fangs nibbling at her lower lip. "I was just...I thought of something." She replied. ~"Oh?"~ Said Rebecca slightly raising an eyebrow. ~"Don't tell me. You have your suspicions as well about these recent slayings."~
"You too, Mistress?" Camille returned somewhat surprised. "But yeah, it's strange. Three coven lords murdered in cold blood, all in the same night. It doesn't make sense."
~"I'm sure none of this will make sense at all, my dear."~ Rebecca said rather factual, keeping her eyes on the road. She too had her suspicions about the murders. Twas no mistake the three families had bad blood in the past, but never had she considered it escalating to such extremities as outright assassination. No, there was something else to this twisted menagerie, something a bit more sinister than typical mob warfare tactics. ~"What if we are just unraveling one tiny, little thread of a convoluted web of deceit and murder? Like...we're being dragged into this dark abyss where nothing can be discerned as either truth or lie. That's honestly what I feel about this mess, but either way...we're not here to solve cases, sweetie. Our mission is simple...kill them."~
It wasn't really the answer Camille was expecting from her beautiful mistress, but nevertheless, she nodded in agreement and slumped back into her seat. ~"I'm not sure we can find Vladdy boy, but I think someone around here would know."~ Right as she said that, they pulled up close to the place, a dimly lit, flickering neon sign that read in plain letters, WORLD'S END. And the place...it seared Rebecca's nostrils with an unmistakable odor, causing her to cringe and grimace at the awful stench, of blood, booze, and sex. ~"Well...this is certainly the place."~ A dry quip as she killed the ignition and stepped out. If cesspool of modern society was such a word, then in the dictionary this despicable scene would be but the image to accompany it. Prostitutes and drug dealers running rampant, spreading death and venereal disease with every step upon the cracked, filthy concrete stained with nearly years of vicious, bloody gangland warfare. Rebecca wondered if wherever she stepped a corpse had lied, possibly gunned down in such grisly fashion or gutted by the sadistic steel of a switchblade. Either way, this place made her uncomfortable, as if tiny, black poison insects were crawling all over her skin. She pulled Camille close to her, the teen looking around curiously, such childlike innocence should never be tainted...though Rebecca may have done that already many times in their bed chamber. ~"Come along, darling. We shouldn't daddle."~
Camille gave a soft nod to her Mistress' cooing, shuffling beside her as they stepped into the sordid establishment.
@Dmessenger Was aboot to point that oot. XD Oh and to cap off the egg puns, I am fucking...
Seriously, I think my job has claimed my soul, because I am nothing more than a hollow shell, a walking corpse! DX
EGGSAUSTED!
Seriously, I think my job has claimed my soul, because I am nothing more than a hollow shell, a walking corpse! DX
@Carlsberg
Her eyebrow rose a little at the girl mentioning she slept in other people's beds...when business was good. What business? Like she had to ask. It still didn't change her thoughts about this random stranger she bumped into. She was cute, beautiful Liz would say. Even if she was a whore, Liz would still like to maybe...get to know her a bit more. "Eh, no reason." She shrugged, a wry smile across her lips. "I just thought you did. Kinda feels like I've seen you around here before. Weird huh? Anyways, I don't really have a home either. I'm either sleeping at the bus stop or under the old bridge in the park. Then again, that's where I play alot."
@LiegeLord
A little strange this boy, acting so secretive about something. Again he wasn't one to judge, yet the man's bushy eyebrows furrowed slightly towards the kid. "Well, been a while since I've been down that way." He said scratching the stubble of his broad chin, rough even against his worn hands, like sand paper. "If you start walking north of here and go left on Milhurst. You should hit East Avenue. It's not hard to find the pharmacy either. Same old brick building and everything." A bit nostalgic Mike felt as he chuckled heartily, but his tone returned serious. "But kid, if your friend's sick, you might wanna take 'em to a doctor."
Her eyebrow rose a little at the girl mentioning she slept in other people's beds...when business was good. What business? Like she had to ask. It still didn't change her thoughts about this random stranger she bumped into. She was cute, beautiful Liz would say. Even if she was a whore, Liz would still like to maybe...get to know her a bit more. "Eh, no reason." She shrugged, a wry smile across her lips. "I just thought you did. Kinda feels like I've seen you around here before. Weird huh? Anyways, I don't really have a home either. I'm either sleeping at the bus stop or under the old bridge in the park. Then again, that's where I play alot."
@LiegeLord
A little strange this boy, acting so secretive about something. Again he wasn't one to judge, yet the man's bushy eyebrows furrowed slightly towards the kid. "Well, been a while since I've been down that way." He said scratching the stubble of his broad chin, rough even against his worn hands, like sand paper. "If you start walking north of here and go left on Milhurst. You should hit East Avenue. It's not hard to find the pharmacy either. Same old brick building and everything." A bit nostalgic Mike felt as he chuckled heartily, but his tone returned serious. "But kid, if your friend's sick, you might wanna take 'em to a doctor."
Work....was....
I think I'm gonna wait till tomorrow to reply, when my brain isn't fuck mush. Sorry @Wraithblade6. Loved your post though.
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I think I'm gonna wait till tomorrow to reply, when my brain isn't fuck mush. Sorry @Wraithblade6. Loved your post though.
Yes quite eggstravagant.
@Carlsberg
"Huh? Oh, nah, it's cool." Liz replied rubbing the back of her head, an awkward grin. Mike wouldn't have minded it. He was chill like that. Besides, he probably still had a few drops of whiskey left to down. Also, Liz didn't want to make this girl think it was her fault. "You uh...you live around here?" She asked her.
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@LiegeLord
Michael was about half asleep, his eyes drooping shut almost and a half empty bottle of Jack barely clasped in his grubby hand. He stared at the ground aimlessly, his expression just a blank slate. His mind...it began to drift, began to fade away from reality as he heard it overhead.
Distant first the sound, like the galloping of a hundred horses across barren plains, the beating wings of a helicopter soaring above him. Then the shouts, the screams, the gunfire...it filled his ears and flooded his rapidly beating heart with such...horror.
He gripped his chest suddenly, feeling as if he was shot, literally feeling the searing torture of a bullet piercing into his flesh. And just as it had begun, it ended, leaving the grizzled vet in a chilling sweat.
"Hey! You know where the nearest pharmacy is? Or a store that sells medicine?"
"Huh?" His tired eyes followed the voice to the young man's face. A bit of a hoodlum he looked, but then again he looked like some washed up hobo. "Kinda looking in the wrong place, ain't ya, friend?" Michael chuckled heartily. "There's a pharmacy about a couple of blocks on East Avenue. Ain't far from here. Everything okay?"
"Huh? Oh, nah, it's cool." Liz replied rubbing the back of her head, an awkward grin. Mike wouldn't have minded it. He was chill like that. Besides, he probably still had a few drops of whiskey left to down. Also, Liz didn't want to make this girl think it was her fault. "You uh...you live around here?" She asked her.
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@LiegeLord
Michael was about half asleep, his eyes drooping shut almost and a half empty bottle of Jack barely clasped in his grubby hand. He stared at the ground aimlessly, his expression just a blank slate. His mind...it began to drift, began to fade away from reality as he heard it overhead.
Distant first the sound, like the galloping of a hundred horses across barren plains, the beating wings of a helicopter soaring above him. Then the shouts, the screams, the gunfire...it filled his ears and flooded his rapidly beating heart with such...horror.
He gripped his chest suddenly, feeling as if he was shot, literally feeling the searing torture of a bullet piercing into his flesh. And just as it had begun, it ended, leaving the grizzled vet in a chilling sweat.
"Hey! You know where the nearest pharmacy is? Or a store that sells medicine?"
"Huh?" His tired eyes followed the voice to the young man's face. A bit of a hoodlum he looked, but then again he looked like some washed up hobo. "Kinda looking in the wrong place, ain't ya, friend?" Michael chuckled heartily. "There's a pharmacy about a couple of blocks on East Avenue. Ain't far from here. Everything okay?"
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