I have decided that everybody jsut needs to do what they have planned for their own characters. Do whatever you wanna do, and people will make a story out of it. So go forth, post people! I wanna see action. :P
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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This is pretty slow.
@Remipa Awesome How is your arm? should I plan to run into Hank later to help him?
Btw, is Bedivere going to find Mithias or do something else?
We have some crazy monster already ripping apart KP. Does this mean the vampires actually won?
Where did Kami go off to? Is anybody playing purge or Soldier or Foundation?
Where is vamp-Martin going to go?
Since we seem to have hit a lull, should I advance the story or skip to the future? Do we need any side-plots? More people? What if I close this thread and make a new compact?
Btw, is Bedivere going to find Mithias or do something else?
We have some crazy monster already ripping apart KP. Does this mean the vampires actually won?
Where did Kami go off to? Is anybody playing purge or Soldier or Foundation?
Where is vamp-Martin going to go?
Since we seem to have hit a lull, should I advance the story or skip to the future? Do we need any side-plots? More people? What if I close this thread and make a new compact?
@thewizardguy@RavenTLark@supertinyking
The aroma of the exquisite blood Bob had conjured up grabbed Mithias by the nose and drew him like a moth to flame. He stared at it in full attention as Bob held the glass before him. Damn, he hadn't expected her to procure something so good. Now he was distracted, the pleasantness of which quickly turned to intelligent fear as the vampire felt the room darken. He focused again pretty quickly, once again reminded of the unspeakable horror Bob could potentially unleash.
Mithais cracked easily. He swallowed, trying to think of how to explain this in a public room. He glanced nervously at Raven. Did Bob just say she was also in mortal danger? Pffft. Oh well. Wasn't everybody?
Turning back to Bob, Mithias leaned in slightly, and spoke quietly, carefully, trying to avoid looking into those demanding red eyes. "I uh... Bob, Ozzy knows something." Mithias quickly followed up with more information to save his ass. He was anxious. "He doesn't know everything! Just that... there's a 'someone.' He doesn't know who the someone is yet, just that she exists. What I mean is... argh. But you see, it wasn't I that told him. It was you... although it was still my fault." Mithias ran a hand through his hair. The incompetence was still his own. He got more serious and continued. "Do you remember the fight with Alucard?" Of course Bob did. "Yeah, well I didn't realize it, but I was wearing a microphone earpiece at the time, and the damn thing was on, and somehow worked across dimensions. Ozzy was on the other end of it and heard a few things before it got destroyed." The vampire flopped his hand on the bar, laying out the point. "He says he's got copies and wants to barter with you. You know what he wants. ... I did all I could not to give him any more information." Mithias shook his head and looked away. "I can't go back in there Bob. She followed me in, even though I told her not to, and if I help her... It's too obvious. Ozzy only has to put two and two together." He stopped. He had probably said too much already. In desperation, he clasped his hands together in a praying-like fashion and leaned his elbows down on the bar toward Bob. "Just tell me what to do, Bob. Do you want me to go back? ... Do I have to kill Ozzy?"
The aroma of the exquisite blood Bob had conjured up grabbed Mithias by the nose and drew him like a moth to flame. He stared at it in full attention as Bob held the glass before him. Damn, he hadn't expected her to procure something so good. Now he was distracted, the pleasantness of which quickly turned to intelligent fear as the vampire felt the room darken. He focused again pretty quickly, once again reminded of the unspeakable horror Bob could potentially unleash.
Mithais cracked easily. He swallowed, trying to think of how to explain this in a public room. He glanced nervously at Raven. Did Bob just say she was also in mortal danger? Pffft. Oh well. Wasn't everybody?
Turning back to Bob, Mithias leaned in slightly, and spoke quietly, carefully, trying to avoid looking into those demanding red eyes. "I uh... Bob, Ozzy knows something." Mithias quickly followed up with more information to save his ass. He was anxious. "He doesn't know everything! Just that... there's a 'someone.' He doesn't know who the someone is yet, just that she exists. What I mean is... argh. But you see, it wasn't I that told him. It was you... although it was still my fault." Mithias ran a hand through his hair. The incompetence was still his own. He got more serious and continued. "Do you remember the fight with Alucard?" Of course Bob did. "Yeah, well I didn't realize it, but I was wearing a microphone earpiece at the time, and the damn thing was on, and somehow worked across dimensions. Ozzy was on the other end of it and heard a few things before it got destroyed." The vampire flopped his hand on the bar, laying out the point. "He says he's got copies and wants to barter with you. You know what he wants. ... I did all I could not to give him any more information." Mithias shook his head and looked away. "I can't go back in there Bob. She followed me in, even though I told her not to, and if I help her... It's too obvious. Ozzy only has to put two and two together." He stopped. He had probably said too much already. In desperation, he clasped his hands together in a praying-like fashion and leaned his elbows down on the bar toward Bob. "Just tell me what to do, Bob. Do you want me to go back? ... Do I have to kill Ozzy?"
Bob or Raven want to post?
Noooooooooooooooooo!
You were to report to Soldier and stay put! Not play hero. :p
You were to report to Soldier and stay put! Not play hero. :p
@akje
Yay. Martin is a vampire. Now where is he going to go?
Yay. Martin is a vampire. Now where is he going to go?
@thewizardguy@RavenTLark
Mithias quickly scanned the lounge as he entered, lingering his blade in the open portal before finally pulling it through. Thank GOD Stein wasn't here, that is all. The rift zipped shut behind him, never should of having existed at all. Raven seemed pleased, and Mithias smiled, briefly. However, the paucity of people in the coffee lounge sapped quickly his smile away, and a thought struck him. The beings in Hell's coffee lounge might have been the beings who's souls Bob had collected, and it looked like there weren't that many. He'd have to content himself that Bob's hypothetical collection appeared to be growing, regardless of the soul-trapped being's wills...
Dismissing the recollection that Bob was a sadistic god of nightmares and soul-stealer, Mithias bowed deeply to her. If she gave her hand, he kissed it cordially. "How have you been my dear Bob?" Mithias moved to the bar to take a seat. Just as he was about to sit down, a small tentacled creature with a single eye atop a long stalk scrambled up onto it. Mithias narrowed his eyes at the creature, then swiftly grasped it by the eye-stalk and plopped it onto the next seat over with a mutter. Then, he took his seat.
"Bob. This is my new friend, Raven. She and I have just come from Hell. I had to visit one of my 'friends' from the Corest family..." Mithias tapped a clawed finger on the bar, alluding to the fact he had information for Bob with a distinctive look. But of course, Bob was a giant sap for drama, and Mithias was a bit thirsty, so he delayed dangerously. "You know, I would love a drink, but please, not the kind you had served me last time." The vampire shook his head with a huge sigh. "If it isn't too much trouble.... blood, please, human blood. And... hot, but not cooked... about 37 degrees." Mithias's mouth was watering a bit, but he was shy about asking for something that was in essence a sacred sacrifice. He swallowed, not exactly sure if Bob would do this for him without some kind of surprise. He'd still probably drink it.
Mithias quickly scanned the lounge as he entered, lingering his blade in the open portal before finally pulling it through. Thank GOD Stein wasn't here, that is all. The rift zipped shut behind him, never should of having existed at all. Raven seemed pleased, and Mithias smiled, briefly. However, the paucity of people in the coffee lounge sapped quickly his smile away, and a thought struck him. The beings in Hell's coffee lounge might have been the beings who's souls Bob had collected, and it looked like there weren't that many. He'd have to content himself that Bob's hypothetical collection appeared to be growing, regardless of the soul-trapped being's wills...
Dismissing the recollection that Bob was a sadistic god of nightmares and soul-stealer, Mithias bowed deeply to her. If she gave her hand, he kissed it cordially. "How have you been my dear Bob?" Mithias moved to the bar to take a seat. Just as he was about to sit down, a small tentacled creature with a single eye atop a long stalk scrambled up onto it. Mithias narrowed his eyes at the creature, then swiftly grasped it by the eye-stalk and plopped it onto the next seat over with a mutter. Then, he took his seat.
"Bob. This is my new friend, Raven. She and I have just come from Hell. I had to visit one of my 'friends' from the Corest family..." Mithias tapped a clawed finger on the bar, alluding to the fact he had information for Bob with a distinctive look. But of course, Bob was a giant sap for drama, and Mithias was a bit thirsty, so he delayed dangerously. "You know, I would love a drink, but please, not the kind you had served me last time." The vampire shook his head with a huge sigh. "If it isn't too much trouble.... blood, please, human blood. And... hot, but not cooked... about 37 degrees." Mithias's mouth was watering a bit, but he was shy about asking for something that was in essence a sacred sacrifice. He swallowed, not exactly sure if Bob would do this for him without some kind of surprise. He'd still probably drink it.
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The day was getting on, the sun getting orange, and for many men it would be the last light they would see. A mob of angry townsfolk of Brogden stormed up the main street shouting and waving pitch forks and pistols. In the middle of the ring, lead by a rope tied to his bound wrists was "an Indian."
"We want justice! Devil summoning heathen! Witch!" The crowd had all kinds of ideas about how wicked wildlings were. They had brought him to the town center, insisting the sheriff and the priest come out to hold court. A simple farmer stormed up to the office clasping a noose, "We demand this Injin be tried immediately! He stole my corn!"
"He stole my daughter's honor!"
"The heathen brought the spirits upon us!"
The crowd was dirty from a day's labor and shook their weapons of justice fervently just across from the church.
Ashtar was tired, and scared. They had drug him around the town on display, and put a gag in his mouth. Even though he could speak the language of the pale skinned, they didn't want to hear him. This seemed to happen more and more often lately, but was this time going to be the last?? The wild native was certain he was going to die to these possessed people. He looked with pleading eyes in the Sheriff's direction.
"We want justice! Devil summoning heathen! Witch!" The crowd had all kinds of ideas about how wicked wildlings were. They had brought him to the town center, insisting the sheriff and the priest come out to hold court. A simple farmer stormed up to the office clasping a noose, "We demand this Injin be tried immediately! He stole my corn!"
"He stole my daughter's honor!"
"The heathen brought the spirits upon us!"
The crowd was dirty from a day's labor and shook their weapons of justice fervently just across from the church.
Ashtar was tired, and scared. They had drug him around the town on display, and put a gag in his mouth. Even though he could speak the language of the pale skinned, they didn't want to hear him. This seemed to happen more and more often lately, but was this time going to be the last?? The wild native was certain he was going to die to these possessed people. He looked with pleading eyes in the Sheriff's direction.
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