Wraithblade6

Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}

@jasonwolf The man with pale blue skin is inside the golem right?

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

Devon blinked. "You certainly take an interest in the state of the orphans, Ferid. Is their blood that good?" Devon smiled coyly. It certainly was odd that Ferid was getting involved in something so beneath him, but Devon had no idea what his true motives were. "Nah, I kid. I don't really care why you want to stop them, but I will help you. Do you want to make an example of them, or do you want them returned alive?" Perhaps in assisting the old vampire, Devon could learn more.

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yeah pretty much, except by now Valdimir has reverted to human for and is helping us. Plus, Hank may be turning into a vampire... again. lol

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@BurningCold is allowed to return. So fyi, Cupid and Mattias are "around," and James is now a vampire, turned cruelly and completely under Bedivere's control. James Rodney not technically killed off, but if you play him, he can't resist his makers.

HCL V: insert witty title here

@kishin asura@supertinyking@Teoinsanity@ShadowVentus@thewizardguy

Seeing what Michael did, Ilyndriel was in awe. Slowly, she stood up, feathers opening up around her and she stared blinking at the shadow dome."You have such incredible power." She said to him. "But... that girl's still in there, and... she doesn't deserve to die, no matter what Khaine says." She ran forward a few steps in determination. "KHAINE!" She called at the shadow dome in futility, her fists balled up at her sides and her blonde brow wrinkled. Was there nothing she could do?

Suddenly Alexander summoned Gram, a huge creature who radiated a great and beautiful power of good. Ilyndriel watched him fly high into the air and smash down on the thunderdome, breaking his way inside it. Rocks went flying. Doom seemed fine, as angry as he was about not getting any hits in. Gasping she brought her hands up to her mouth in a worried look, but the goodness she felt off this large new beling gave her hope. He looked like he would be able to save the girl, but Ilyndriel still couldn't see what was going on inside the dome.

"Michael, thank you for your help, but are you sure about that? I think we have to try to stop Khaine. If we don't, it's like chosing who lives and who dies, and that's not right. If nobody ever moved to stop evil out of fear for more evil, evil would win forever. Khaine's attacking that girl because he's insulted, not because she's trying to hurt anyone. I just, I don't want Khaine to die either. What do we do?"

Seraph of the End (Officially DEAD)

@Nikki Moonlight

Devon checked his phone. The red light was flashing, which was not very cool when you were in the middle of chasing a wild demon monster outside the city. He stopped and sighed. Ferid huh? Alright. The guy usually had something good. He was always into big, secret business. No one ever knew what he was hiding, but he usually didn't let you down. Devon decided to leave the monster to its hunt and went the other direction, back home.

Later, in the city, Devon came walking up to... the human wards? He saw Ferid waiting for him and approached calmly. "Hello Ferid."

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Mithias felt a great relief when he saw the monstrous werewolf revert to a far less threatening form. He still could not believe that he had successfully reached the creature with his psychic gift. It was like admitting to a dangerous flaw. He almost wanted to deny using it, but how could he? It had saved his life. Regardless, there would be more than enough time to reflect on it later. For now, it was time to retreat and recover. Catching Deon Erickson was not likely going to happen tonight, but Mithias felt confident that the Elite team would get him soon enough. It was literally their job description.

With Lucan acting basically as an obedient, mindless thrall beside him, Mithias listened to Vladimir speak calmly and clearly. Being what he was, the vampire understood the state of not being in control of one's actions, and would not fault any creature for acting in the interests of its own survivial. This philosophy was of course also how he had lived with himself for hundreds of years. He looked down at the innocent Lucan and considered explaining this, but didn't. There would be so much to teach him.

"You actually ARE sick." Mithias stated in observation as Vladimir went to assist Liam. Mithias was honestly surprised. Supernaturals generally didn't succumb to illness due to their accelerated healing ability. The red light in Vladimir's eyes made clear enough his second nature, also an unexplained rarity. Mithias could only stare in wonder at the walking Russian conundrum. He shook his head, resolving to figure that one out later as well. If the werewolf was alright, mentally and physically, perhaps he'd be interested in joining the team.

"The hospital... Yes, but I am afraid I don't trust them as much as I once did. We need to get to Soldier. Lucan, come." By now Mithias' leg was healed and he began walking out of the cell. "We can take care of our own needs. I will need to equip my weapons and organize a strike team..." As Mithias, still shirtless, stepped out, he got a clear view of Kathryn, Hank, and Mia, and a number of bodies, both vampire and zombie.

The night drew on, and yet so much was happening. Little did anyone know, it was the first night of a new era of terror. The airborn stage of the virus was over, but even though no new infections would be occurring simply by breathing, a sparse horde of infected dead wandered the night, eeking their way into the neighboring communities. Relentless, they would enter homes, chase down the non-infected and kill them by either devouring them, or infecting them. Much like with vampires, a single bullet most often did not put them down, and trying to fight them with melee weapons often resulted in more infection spreading. Each night, they seemed to surge, as if some psychic force was behind them, directing their movements. Things were getting complicated for the humans.

On that first night, something extraordinary happened. A psychic call went out, a call that no modern vampire thought they would ever hear, or feel. All descendants of Draculian blood heard it in their veins for but an instant, and it chilled them to their bones. The words were clear. "To me."

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@The Grey Dust I found your next avatar.

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Which characters have Draculian blood again?

@Wraithblade6

@BlackPanther@Kurai Assassin@Remipa Awesome@thewizardguy

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@Kurai Assassin@BlackPanther@Ojo chan 42@Remipa Awesome@dizl reloaded

Quick question for everyone. I want to know if anyone would not want Burning Cold to come back. You can PM me.