thewizardguy

The Blood Compact

@Heretic

Tell me if you'd like to make this little exchange a collab.

The Blood Compact

@Heretic

Hissing and laughing, the soldiers gave chase. The first seemed to have been joined by several others, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with inhuman grace. Their hard boots slammed into the shingles as they ran after the rogue vampire, although they weren't getting any closer. With a sudden bang a nearby shingle exploded, and then another. It seemed they'd started pulling out rifles, taking shots from the hip as they ran. After all, it didn't matter if they shot this vampire a little bit, they were supposed to be tough. And although they intended to take the woman alive, well, it couldn't be helped if she got a little bruised right? Now fully in the spirit of the hunt they hunted down their prey, some retrieving blades from their belts or firing bullets at the fleeing pair.

But when Lucas came to a halt so did they, setting themselves up in a semicircle around their target. Every one of them was now holding an assault rifle, which they pointed menacingly at Lucas. There were five of them in total, including the one who had originally threatened Carol. Even now he stepped forward, gesturing for the other vampires to hold their fire. It seemed he was in charge of this little group. "Hey buddy, that was a nice run. Good thing you stopped, though. We've got a perimeter around this town, and the fellows at the edge are a lot less friendly than we are." He was smiling, although the smile was not a warm one. He certainly seemed he was enjoying himself, but his words dripped with a sort of self-satisfied glee. Like a hunter doting over a deer they'd caught in their sights. "You sure you want to turn this into a fight? Those aren't pea shooters. You, I imagine, can take a couple bullets, but her?" He shrugged in a vaguely nonchalant gesture. "See it'd be safer for everyone if you just gave up."

Dead Roleplay, Ignore

@ScoundrelQueen
I'm completely fine with it. I'm sure we can survive some spelling mistakes ^-^

Dead Roleplay, Ignore

@ScoundrelQueen
Personally I would prefer it if you could KO your own character, as I always feel awkward KO'ing someone else's character. But if you have any preferences we could do whatever.

Dead Roleplay, Ignore

@ScoundrelQueen
Ah, right! Don't worry, it's happened to me more than once.

I just like this RP, and would like to be able to move forward. So I hope you don't mind your character being temporarily knocked out, you can wake up and start kicking ass once you return.

Safe travels (=

Dead Roleplay, Ignore

@EchoicChamber
I'm thinking we declare Vit managed to incapacitate her nonlethally? Overheat her inside her shell, knock her out from heatstroke? Something like that. Alternatively, Alex could shoot a car at it or something, KO through large object hitting them at high speed.

The War of the Three

Khaine, Oblivion Dungeon -

@Lonewolf685@KoL

Within his heart? Hmph. Another sentimental message, as there were so many among mortal races. His heart was forged from the blood and flesh of Baal, each beat powered by the tormented souls of the innocent. It was not a place of kindness, nor a key to anything but deeper darkness. It was this heart that bound him to war, to the slaughter of his enemies, and it was this heart he attempted to overcome. With his mind and his will he would fight that which gave him life, he would fight for the peaceful death he was due. But to explain such a thing to this deluded dragon girl was a waste of time, their lifetime would be over before he was done. If ever he even found the words.

As he was about to push past her, he heard something. A slithering, a sliding, a chittering. The clamouring of souls, the thrum of violence, the keen edge of bloodlust. He turned as a blur to be faced by a phantom racing from the dark, his keen senses warning of this danger moments before it confronted him. And he knew that he was all that stood between this creature and the thing behind him. Without thought he called upon his powers, and a wall of steel barbs shot out from the ground. Interlocking bars covered in superheated barbs, forged from a magically enhanced alloy. Similar walls erupted from the ground besides and behind this strange threat, shooting off into the sky and bending to meet at the top. A cage had formed out of nowhere, sizzling as if with rage. Despite the relative thinness of the bars they could hold a rampaging elephant, although Khaine somehow doubted if this would hold the phantom.

A quick gesture and a flash of red light brought a bow to his hand, a large construct of demonic metals and metallic wires. A large red and yellow eye blinked once, before focusing on it's target. As Khaine pulled back the string the entire bow seemed to creak and groan, and even the superhuman demon seemed to be exerting himself by holding this thing drawn. A jet black arrow, tip glowing white with heat, seemed to materialise in the bow as it reached maximum draw. This was one of Khaine's proper weapons, the Soulstealer. It was certainly a fearsome weapon, for a bow.

Of course, Khaine had just one thing to say. "Surrender"

The Blood Compact

Col. Blue and Col. Purple

@Wraithblade6@BlackPanther@Kazemitsu

Valk Main Square, 15:30

It appeared the fighting had begun, and the vampire soldiers surrounded the duel. A circle had formed, soldiers pointing their weapons at the two contestants. In this battle between demons, lesser monsters had no place, and neither of these creatures seemed to be paying any head to the vampiric army that had now surrounded their little showdown. Of course it wasn't just the small fry who had been attracted by the fight, as the appearance of a hybrid was a most remarkable event indeed.

Colonel Blue marched down the centre of the street, armoured in the same jet-black carapace granted to all Death Troopers. It was a symbol of status within this little army, the sort of symbol that inspired fear. It showed that he was a cut above the rest, a superior being. Of course they offered little in the way of customisation options, but Blue himself was recognisable by his choice of weaponry. As he walked he carried a long glaive-like weapon, it's handle as black as his armour and it's blade shining like silver. Where the staff gave way to blade he had tied a blue ribbon, a little personality. After all, he wanted his victims to know who it was that ended their life. He wanted their name engraved onto their dying moments, he wanted them to curse his name as they died. He would carve his name into the face of this world, a mark made of bodies and blood.

A leap took him over the circle, and when he slammed back down onto the stones of the square they cracked beneath his feet. Soundlessly he righted himself, standing exactly between the two combatants. In one hand he held his glaive, the Nevermore Blade, it's pristine blade pointed at Vladimir. In his other hand he held Tristan's weapon by the blade, having caught it in midair. With a casual toss he sent the blade back at Tristan, to clatter to the ground at the elder vampire's feet. For a moment he held the pose, before spinning the glaive with one hand and slamming it into the ground. The blade parted stone like butter, and any observing could tell it was no simply steel edge. When the Trooper spoke, his voice was deep visceral, with a hint of amusement. "It seems someone's disrupting the party events. Which one of you thought it was a good idea to oppose us? Ah, it doesn't matter." Another flick of the wrist sent the glaive into the air, before he once more caught it, now in a battleready position. "How about both of you come at me at once. Let's make this interesting, shall we not? I wouldn't want anyone to feel left out!" Grinning beneath his visor, Blue waited for their response.

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A showoff, as usual. Pathetic. Although even Purple had to admit he wasn't bad at it. While Blue might be a fool he was a highly competent fool, and not an opponent to be messed with. Despite this, precautions had to be taken. Vampires were an astounding breed indeed, and there was no telling in advance how powerful one might be. If they were to lose a Death Trooper this early it would be horrendous for morale, and Purple was here to ensure that no matter what Blue stayed alive. Having a showoff like that might be unprofessional, but it further added to the air of terror and authority the Death Troopers had gained.

Considering what an unfortunate role she had to play in all of this, Purple soundlessly set up. Heatvision wouldn't be of much use against most strains of vampire, so she relied on her own superhuman sight. Scopes would attract too much attention, someone might see the light reflected off of the lens. But without such tools she was invisible. And from her perch far from the actual conflict she observed the contestants through the sights of her heavy-duty sniper rifle, The Raven. It was in fact an anti-tank rifle, and equipped with a number of fascinating different rounds. A little toy given to her by the Lt. General.

In all probability, this would go fine. But if Blue did somehow make a mistake, or if there was a greater threat there than they had anticipated, she would interject. The ever-watchful eye of the New World, ready to annihilate any mistakes. Hidden beneath a camo blanket and encased in her armour she was hidden from sight, sound and smell. An invisible death, ready to steal away the life of dissenters.

The War of the Three

@KoL
I'm certainly interested, for whatever that's worth. Just a little busy right now with Exams.

The Blood Compact

Brigadier General South -

@Heretic

Valk South Entrance, 15:30

Everything was going smoothly. Excellent. Brigadier General South looked out over his forces. A lot of them were young, and they held their guns like they barely knew what end bullets came out of. These were the 'super soldiers' he'd been promised, the next generation of military might. Here and there was an actual soldier or police officer, someone with training and skill, but most of them were unskilled. Even with superhuman powers they were barely more than fodder, but at least they were durable fodder. And in time he would whip them into shape. This was the responsible Lieutenant General Johnathan had given to him, to forge an army worthy of ruling the world. Even now the men followed his orders without hesitation, and this was an excellent live-fire test. Once the Covenant arrived his men would test their metal, and those found wanting would be forged into steel. Not a single scrap would be wasted.

Men and women were dragged into trucks in an orderly fashion. Seperated by gender and age, neatly sorted and then delivered to a main base set up just for this purpose. In time they would become food or reinforcements. In another commander South might have doubted the decision to gather so many civilians in one place, it was practically asking for a retaliatory strike. But the Lieutenant General was of a different breed, and such doubts had no use. When the time came he would understand the meaning, as would those foolish enough to strike this perceived weakness. Such strategic brilliance was the reason South followed Johnathan, even as they walked the fine line between Heaven and Hell. For that was the duty of a soldier.

Gunshots. Not here, but not far away either. From the sound they were small arms, probably police. With a gesture he sent a nearby squad to handle the situation. These small fries were just a warm-up, the main dish would soon arrive. And he needed to be ready when they came. To have any such morsels still active when the real battle came would be a failure on his part.

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As Carolyn ran through the spacious streets she would hear shouting and gunshot wounds, screaming and laughing. There was a scent like smoke in the air, mixed with blood and fear. A smell unfamiliar to her, but embedded into every human's subconscious, the kind of smell that she would not soon forget. It was the smell of war. It was the smell of death.

Loud slamming footsteps behind her. No, not behind her, above her? Like a blur of red and black a figure leaped from a nearby roof, skidding to halt on the cobblestones as they turned to face her. Inhumanly sharp teeth grinned wide at her as the stranger paused, locking eyes onto it's prey. It was wearing a mockery of military uniform, black kevlar plates with a red underlying uniform. A visor failed to hide a pair of glowing red eyes as they stared at her. Nothing in those eyes felt an emotion as human as mercy.

"Lady lady, can't you see it's dangerous out right now? We can't have you running around and getting hurt, can we?" Still grinning the figure walked closer, spreading their hands as if showing they were unarmed. There was a rifle on their back, although they made no move to retrieve it. "How about you come with me and we get you somewhere nice and safe, huh? How about it?" Loud footsteps, army boots on stone, approaching rapidly. It seemed that more of this guy's friends were coming.