Wraithblade6

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hey I'm on our chat.

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Could we have something happen to Mo? Like, get her captured by one of those crazy Purge scientists, or get her the secret summon to the Camelot thing? What about old werewolf alphas coming back to take back their pack members?

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Awah Silent. I will try to help you come up with cool shit to do.

So Mohowauuk... er however you say it, is a potentially very cool character. Her priorities include wiping north america clean of the human filth that have ruined the environment, and saving wildlife and werewolves and maybe a few vampires, and sexy times with her girlfriends. So you've proven that she's deadly, but there has to be something more than that for story development. Does she ever put on clothing and pretend to be human? Can she pass for one? Would she develop a romance with any characters we have so far? Does she have any connections to the other vampires of the world? Anyone she knew or fought with? kids? is Soldier hunting her down? Would she be interested in coming to a big secret vampire meeting in Britain? cuz we are probably going to be doing that soon.

Hale has been interacting with her. Magnus did once or twice. You know, Magnus is in big trouble right now with Kami having stabbed him in the eye, did Mo see that? Can she help? I bet she could give Kami hell. Void is also outside, having taken huge damage from the Purge flames. can she help him? Void's power could be big in wiping out a lot of humans. I bet Mo would want to use him. Get to know him, get him on her side.

Is any of that cool?

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A familiar voice drew Mithias' attention from the barkeep. Hardly any time had passed at all since he had come in. There he was, the raven-shifter with the snow-white hair. He seemed so much more warm and relaxed compared to the glaring, disapproving fiend Mithias remembered from the battlefield in Tennessee. Mithias stood and turned to face him, mildly frowning at the immediate slaughter of his alias. So, it would be honesty then.

Mithias remained silent, replying with an affirmative nod as Bedivere gestured to a chair. He sat down across from the elder. "Lord Bedivere of Sinews, I presume?" So the whelp did know who he was addressing. How much more did he know? Mithias didn't crack a smile as he looked from Bedivere to the gossip-hungry public around them and back. He was pinned here, in Bedivere's territory, surrounded by possibly very loyal vampires to the vampire lord, probably even descendents of his line. He had to chose his words carefully. "I am in your debt, good sir. Not only have you spared me, but your recent invitation could not have come at a more convenient time. I have delivered myself into your hands as you intended. What is it you wish of me?" Mithias set his hands evenly on the table before him, sitting comfortably, his golden eyes beautiful in the dim light.

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Aeshma flicked his tail with a fanged frown on his face. So it seemed powers hidden even to him had been lying in wait all this time. The giant, spidery demon with the three robed riders appeared, and Aeshma backed off to try to recognize what it was or who it served. At the same time, the three sorcerer gang members bounded out of the alleys, firing magic at everyone in an attempt to massacre them.

BOOM!

Aeshma fired again, fracturing the bones of one of the sorcerers as the body was sent flying. Aeshma didn't like the unexpected, and he was now irritated that his original plan had been interrupted. He tossed the gun however. It was powerful, but too big and made him too much of a slow-moving target. He much preferred the sinister shadows and secretive, calculated attacks. His hooves moved him swiftly toward one of the alleys where he could take cover. Anyone in his path he attacked with an overwhelming fear, causing them to flee uncontrollably from him.

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It was afraid. Mithias saw the characteristic expression of fear, followed up by a very effective and desperate attempt to escape. This being was unbelievably powerful, destructive, and unable to be reasoned with. Wherever it was headed, it was undoubtedly going to reshape reality there in ways that shouldn't be done. No justice, no God, no ultimate power governed its actions or its will. The thing had to be stopped, and the only way to do that was to kill it. Mithias-Tsukune was the only one who had the chance right now.

The vampire gasped at the level of power Shiva used to distance itself as it was happening, yet somehow he knew there was a way to catch up to him. Aono's soul was present and aware, and seemed to understand things that Mithias had never realized before. His body quickly turned all black, and he lifted the sword vertically in front of himself, placing the back of his left hand across the back edge of the blade. Using an advanced technique, the body of Mithias became one with the dimension sword. Instantly, they vanished, exiting the dimension itself to close the gap with Shiva.

In the same instant, as if there had been no space at all between them, Mithias slashed at the daemon's body, cutting deep, wounding it to its immortal soul. As the deity cried out in pain and shock, the vampire prepared a final blow. The pure white light of hope burst forth like a star as the orb came out of Mithias' body. The essence of hope, the soul of the universe of Hell's Coffee Lounge, concentrated and given physical form in existence... this, he placed inside the emotion-powered hammer of Teo, and slammed Shiva with it.

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Nightfall.

Apparently, the reason nobody ever saw vampires in England was because they were all here at this bar, The Whispering Oak. Mithias arrived early, at astronomical twilight. The bar-slash-inn was not necessarily crowded, not yet, but every being inside was a blood drinker. And young too, most being maybe a couple centuries or so, judging by their dress and mannerisms. As soon as the elegantly attired Mithias walked in, the volume died down quite distinctly. Eyes flickered over him in glances and sidelong looks, and those with any mind-reading abilities also took a moment to focus on him... getting only blackness as a response. Mithias didn't shy about flagrantly scanning the crowd. In all honesty, he had never seen this many vampires in one place without a slaughter. Yet here they were, making the most of each other's company. Blades were sheathed, guns were holstered, and supernatural tricks were kept to a minimum. He kept his outward stoicism and kept his hands off his two bare blades at his sides. If he was fortunate, none of these vampires would recognize him. Certainly there were more than a few in the world who had sworn to drain him in vengeance.

Mithias wondered if his mysterious host would be meeting him here or if he would simply send yet another intermediate contact. He walked over to the bar like any casual, young punk, vampire customer, and the background conversations began to resume a normal volume once again. At least for now, he could wear the mantel of an obscure newbie.

The bartender, also a vampire, was quick to see the new customer's desires met. "Welcome friend. Have you had a chance to read our drinks menu?" He went on about the nightly specials and touted the bar as a vampire favorite. "What's your name?"

"Aldaric." It wasn't a lie, technically, but it bought some time.

"Really? What country is that from?"

The night darkened, and the two chatted briefly about whether or not smoking should be permitted in vampire bars. Mithias dodged questions by changing the subject to whether or not that vampiress on the other end was intentionally staring at the barkeep, who's name was Ted, supposedly. Ted also seemed to enjoy history lessons.

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Very good post.

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Hey, where is Stone? Mithias could potentially run into him during the daylight, right?

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Speaking of which, do you and Grey have any subtle plans for moving the action to Britain?

@thewizardguy

Yes. Yes we do.

I think we should speed up the process somehow. Grey?