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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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@PuRe DaRkNeSs
"I have a talent for that, you have no idea." He laughed, as the plane took off. "A dear friend of mine convinced me to get involved quite some time ago. And as such, I've decided to speed up my endgame." He holds up a glass, alcohol spilling over his coat. His smile seems to have shifted from malicious to strangely jovial. As if he'd gotten a weight off his shoulders. "A toast, to a new world. A better world. And a toast to the ramp of bodies we'll walk over to get there." And as he drinks, only a hint of sadness can be seen in his voice.

After a short trip, the plane lands in Hawaii, to reveal a rather strange sight. Far from the island paradise it had once been, Hawaii had been transformed into Gabriel's personal base. An army of vampires stood gathered, as far as the eye could see. They practiced fighting with blades and guns, standing in massive ranges. Perfectly unified, highly trained. Hundreds of them, having been taken from every corner of the world, and brainwashed into becoming Gabriel's minions. Even from here, Chantelle could tell that their minds had been broken. Shattered untill all they knew was mindless obedience. They had been 'saved' from the Purge during the Night Wars, only to be greeted by a fate far worse than death.

Gabriel stepped out, holding his gloved hand out to help Chantelle out. "As you can see, I've amassed quite the force. I do hope you don't mind overseeing them. You see, I wish for you to become my lieutenant in this endeavour. My second-in-command, if you will." He waves his arm in the direction of his personal army. "I lack the numbers, but they're the perfect warriors. In additon to their training, I'm injecting them with the memories and experience of a hundred legendary warriors. I have removed their fear, their hesitation, their pain, their preservation instinct. They will have skill, speed, strength, and mobility. If I can get my hand on Freelance's technology, these will be the perfect soldiers. Unstoppable death machines, capable of wiping out all of humanity once and for all."

He leans down, kissing Chantelle's hand, before straightening out. His eyes twinkled with malevolent trickery. "So tell me.... are you in?"
@PuRe DaRkNeSs
"From the very mouths of babes." Gabriel smiled, as he cocked his head to the side. "There is the dilemma in killing the humans, is there not? But our dear friend Adam recently solved the problem. The humans figured out how to create new blood in a lab, easily enough to feed us vampires. It's not nearly as tasty, of course, but I'm quite tired of this human-dominated world." He smiled at her, before slowly placing his hand on her face. As she would raise her hand to reflect his, she would suddenly find herself unable to do so. "And as for your threat, my dear.... did you really expect to face me? A mere child of 2000 years?" She would feel an immense pressure pushing at the edge of her mind, digging through her mental defenses, deflecting her counterattacks as if they were the mere waving of a child.

It was then that Chantelle realized something that many did not. The horrifying truth behind Gabriel. Gabriel's power was unmatched, and unstoppable. If he wished for it, he could bring the entire human race to ruin with ease. He could slaughter cities with a whim and a gesture, he could level armies with a thought. Even Oldbloods and Sire Kings were but children to him, toddlers learning how to speak, and already forgetting their place. The only reason Gabriel had even performed this war, the only reason there was any war at all, was because he wasn't trying to wipe out anyone.

He was just doing it for shits and giggles.

"You're free not to work with me here, child. My threats simply apply to those who would betray me, something I'm quite sure you would never even think of doing." He removes his hand, as he steps into his jet. "Regardless, the choice is yours. You may come with me, and we will speak at my abode. Or you may remain here, and return to whatever unlife you have left." Gabriel's smile showed his true opinion, that she was nothing more than a pawn to him. A single piece in a psychotic game of chess.
@PuRe DaRkNeSs
"it's basic divide and conquer, dear. If Freelance fights the Purge, they will inevitably lose. Then, with the Purge having gained even more dangerous technology, they'll be unstoppable." He smiles, as the car stops at the airport. "It's better to eat the smaller one, and gain the strength to take on the larger. Using Freelance's mech suits, we could cut ourselves off against fire and holy water, the Purge's two main weapons for taking down our people." He gets out of the car, walking towards his private jet. Mere moments prior, the private jet had belonged to a millionaire named Matt Stone. Now, however, it belonged to Gabriel. "By combining vampiric power with technology, we would gain the strength to wipe out not just the Purge, but the entire human race. Starting with America, we will perform a bloody slaughter that will turn the very seas red." He turns towards Chantelle before stepping into his new plane.

"Of course, for this I would love your help. You may want to build yourself a small army. Target the cities not yet protected by the Purge, create more Newbloods. Then, we will strike." He slants his head slightly, his bright red eyes flaring up. "Or, of course, if you were to betray me.... well, that would be bad." A nearby man drops to his knees, choking on his own tongue. He gags and convulses on the floor, before his chest seems to implode. His own muscles had torn his body apart, his spasms breaking his arms and legs. What was left couldn't rightfully be identified as human.

"Do you catch my drift?"
Are people really surprised gabriel wants to wipe out the human race? I mean, the dude's about as evil as it gets....
@Kurai Assassin
So if someone were to walk up and ask for assistance in wiping out the human race, you'd just give him suits? That's..... awfully nice of you.
@Kurai Assassin
Yes, but Gabriel likes killing people. He drinks blood from the still-living body of Orphans, what were you expecting?
@Kurai Assassin
Little do they know who Mithias really has a crush on ^^
@PuRe DaRkNeSs
"Woman, I didn't send jack of shit. As I recall, I stumbled out of that room in a drunken stupor, after insulting the Elder Council and beating up a mummy." He chuckles at the memory, as he takes another sip of blood. "Regardless, even the Oldbloods themselves fought on the front lines. Many of them died." He raises an eyebrow at Chantelle, skeptically. "Perhaps if you had followed suite, their deaths would not have been necessary."

Before Chantelle could respond to the sideways joust, he continued. "It's impossible to infiltrate the Purge, even for me. Their buildings are made of crucifixes, and they fill the air with holy water. It's impossible for a vampire to even step in without a hazmat suit. And then there's the fact that they're nearly immune to mind control and mind altering powers...." He smiles. "But there are far easier targets to take down. For example, Project Freelancer. They have the technology to match the Purge. I believe the best thing to do would be to slaughter them, and then have my personal little vampire army make use of their mechs."
@PuRe DaRkNeSs
Gabriel whistles, before flipping into the car himself. "My my, that's quite the ego you have there." He chuckles, as the driver starts the ignition. They race down the road at surprising speed, the engine having been custom-made. "And from what I heard, the others are getting knocked off, one by one. Seems like my old friend Bedi's gone a little psycho." The car approaches an airport, as Chantelle is served blood by a butler in the back of the car. Not from a vat, but rather from a tap directly injected into a small child's abdomen. The child in question has had it's arms and legs removed, serving as nothing more than a living container for blood, it's vocal chords removed long ago. "Please, do take some. It's orphan, my favourite blend."

"In any case, I think the humans have gotten a bit uppity since they defeated the Elder Council. Magnus Shane, Lady Mo, and several others were killed in battle, and the majority of vampires were slaughtered. It was a regular bloodbath, and not the fun kind." He sighs, leaning back as he fills his glass from the orphan. "So I was thinking we could teach them a little lesson, don't you think?"
@Kurai Assassin@PuRe DaRkNeSs
"Indeed, these nice people have their own reasons for killing." Gabriel sighed, as he leaned back, waving at Chantelle. "My, miss Chantelle, it has truly been an age. I believe you were not present at the Elder Council ten years ago." He grins, pointed teeth extending widely. "Why one would almost think you knew we would lose. Regardless, would you like a ride? I have plans of my own, and I believe it has been far too long since you were at the front of war." He looks up wistfully. "I still remember when mortals would tremble at the mention of your name, and here you are running from Purge. Quite a fall, is it not?"
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