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From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

So everyone's still on board? Honestly I'm growing tired of waiting and have no idea what's going on and if this rp is dead or not. I do hope it isn't!

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

*preparing a rp-revival-kit* come on, people. What's up?

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In worry Ilinfer looked to her companion. Was he always this nervous? His voice suggested panic and that was something they didn‘t nee - she didn‘t need - when in danger. If he had ever been in a fight before? He should now that staying calm and keeping a cool head would be more helpful than what he just presented. She had thought him experienced and skilled. Now however her view changed, the shift not noticeable to those around her. She would have to protect the noble that could cause their demise if he acted so harshly in similar situations far more dangerous than this one.

Helpless the man raised his hands. “I can see you have a rather jumpy companion.” He said in a low voice. Ilinfer joined in on Rhoynars threat, also holding her blade under the man’s chin. “Answer the question!” Her voice was deep, threatening even. She had known Darren for so long. He had been an honorable man! A man who had been a dear friend to her husband. The woman’s eyes were fierce as the man raised his chin to back away from the blades, cutting himself in the process, a small trickle of blood oozing down his throat. He sighed deeply before answering. “I am on my way to pay a friend my respects . . .” He looked at Ilinfer intently.

A deep flush rose to her fair cheeks, visible in the fires soft light. Darrens burning hand still illuminated the clearing, throwing distorted shadows on the area surrounding them. She felt dizzy. There was so much going on in this moment. Her head was spinning. Rhyonar needed protection. She had to be alert at all times especially now. Darren was talking about paying a friend respect and she thought she knew exactly who he was talking about. But she didn‘t want to hear it! No, this was something he‘d be wise enough not to mention . . . or was it?

„I‘m sorry for what happened to Jarlath . . .“ She silenced him by lifting her sword so it bit into his skin, making more blood ooze. „You‘d best leave now!“ The northern woman‘s voice was as cold as ice, her gaze the same. With the flush in her cheeks she looked angry and threatening although she just felt sad and wanted this torturous situation to end. Darren lifted his hands and backed away very slowly, heading in the direction of the road.

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Interested! Sounds like loads of fun! :)

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

The rest of the ride was rather boring. The young Brujah watched traffic lights pass by and got lost in thought. This new world she had fallen into had given her so much! She was stronger, faster and hard to kill. She really appreciated the second chance given to her by fate. Although her sire didn't show often and let her figure out everything for herself she knew he cared and would be there if she asked for help. But he was a man and men tended to violence so best stay away! Her eyes fell upon Alex and the slightest twitch went through her left cheek. He was a man too -or had been once. Close enough for her! And the reaction he'd shown as shed turned on the music had been very interesting. Prone to violence, dear male?

They arrived and Nessa all but jumped out of the car as soon as it had been parked. Stowing her phone in one of the tight pockets of her hotpants she looked around with huge eyes. The scenery had changed during the carried but this was truly something she hadn't expected! In awe the words the house owner spoke didn't register in her head. So she blindly stretched out a hand, catching Alex's arm and holding onto it as they entered the house. Was this real? Her own apartment flashed in her minds eye. It was a single room she shared with two others and her safe place for the day was a hollow space between the walls, accessible only from a small hole behind her bed, forcing her to crawl under the damn thing every morning and back from under it every night. Luckily her roommates were gorgeous Rottweiler's who didn't question the behaviour of their owner. They kept her and her hiding place safe. She'd have to go back to feed them tomorrow.

AS the group filed in the Brujah stayed close to Alex. She fehlt a strange attachment to him. Perhaps it was the fact that she had seen a glimpse of what he his behind that pretty face of his. There had been a glimpse in brutality in his eyes she could relate with. For her it was the same when she hunted down those bastards who dare raise a hand towards those they were supposed to protect. Just thinking about it made her clench her hands and let go of pretty boy, moving to stand behind him and the others. Eyeing the couch for a moment she looked around some more, once again caught by the sheer size of things, the modern equipment and cleanliness. She would never allow another vampire to enter her home! Not just because it was her safe escape, but also because her place was pathetic in comparison to this.

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Ilinfer watched as Rhoynar mounted his horse and let his sword show. Then her eyes went back over the bushes. Someone was watching them. Just as she was about to charge forward to distract the potential enemy so that the knight could flee a whistle broke the silence of the dark night surrounding them. Two hands emerged from the bush. Ilinfer had her sword in her hand and her eyes trained on whoever had chosen to show themselves. "Let me deal with this." She said in a rather commanding tone, briefly looking to the knight before refocusing on the man that now stood in front of his former hiding place.

The man was tall and had sunken cheeks, pale skin and even paler hair. He looked like someone who had experienced battles and had grown tired of them, giving himself up. Ilinfer squinted in the dark that was only illuminated by the stars and a thin sickle of moon. The man lifted his head and stretched out a hand towards her. He mumbled a few words and fire lit from his fingers, licking at his skin without burning him. Ilinfer had seen this power before. It was one of the few magic spells they taught warriors within the fire guild. She gasped in surprise as her eyes fell upon his face. She caught herself and breathed in deeply. Could it possibly be that she would meet her husbands best friend at the place they used to rest at so often?

Now that the flickering flames illuminated the clearing the northern woman noticed that he was alone. It seemed rather odd for him to be alone and not with a smaller group or a companion. She also failed to see the guild pendant dangling on his chest. However she was wrapped in the sight, remembering the sad event when they had last met. It had been a funeral.

She remembered the day as if it were yesterday: The cool last summer breeze dancing with her hair, a babe on her arm, softly sleeping, people in black, mourning, weeping. And the thick scent of rosemary and sage in the air, lulling them all in comfort as they said their farewell.
It had been over a year ago. She'd heard that the man had lost himself and quit working as a warrior. The guilt had eaten him, she had been told, it had torn him apart.

While these thoughts were crowding her mind she held her sword steady trained on the man whose hand was a living torch. Except for her surprised gasp she was her calm and assertive self. Her muscles were tense, ready to pounce if he should move. As a warning she spoke in a low and threatening voice: "Don't come any closer, Darren. I can't trust you right now." She wanted to say something soothing, something that would let him know she didn't blame him for what had happened - but now was not the time nor the place and she knew how dangerous a man could be when he thought he had nothing left to loose.

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The sudden mood change didn‘t slip Nessas attention. Something was off with their driver and it seemed to have something to do with the music. This was interesting. She too had a strong bond to her music - though it didn‘t affect her the way it seemed to affect Alex. He seemed to be really worked up! The tremble of his hand just couldn‘t be overlooked.

The touch of her shoulder had her flinch so violently that she almost jumped off the seat. She quickly realized that there was no threat here so she settled back down, tension making a muscle in her arm twitch. With a friendly smile she turned to Erinion. „I‘m sure he will.“ The young Brujah had no idea what the kindred on the back seat was talking about - but surely it would make more sense to her if her instincts hadn‘t just kicked into red-alert mode! Trained reflexes did seem to have a dark side as well, she thought grimly. Gettion her phone from her pocket she hooked it up to the radio as Alex was distracted by Erinion who was giving him directions. She scrolled through her music library and chose a song fitting her mood quite nicely. Once again the speakers went silent before the bass started filling the car with sound. Nessa leaned back, a faint smile on her lips. Hopefully now their driver could relax a little after the shock.

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Surprised at the dull voices coming from the radio Nessa started laughing. She didn‘t know what exactly was so funny, but she knew for sure that this wasn‘t what Alex listened to when he was on his own cruising through the city. It just didn‘t seem right! The door behind her opened and the female vampire entered. The young Brujah turned to greet her with a friendly smile before looking back at the radio. She had no interest in listening to the boring chatter of radio hosts! Alex was just distracted by the other car so she took her chance and leaned forward and looked at the dashboard with a frown. So many buttons? Which of them would be the one for the CD drive? Oh, probably the one called ‚CD‘ - Duh! Nessa tipped on the button and leaned back while the drive sprang to life and loaded the CD. „Now, that‘s more like it!“ she said with pure joy on her face as the fast rhythms and the strong e-guitar started thumping through the speakers. Purring she stretched her limbs and crossed her legs, settling more comfortably into the passengers seat. „I like your music taste!“ The Brujah proclaimed, turning up the volume with a playful wink. The blue light illuminating the display and buttons on the dashboard gave her white long legs a ghostly hue. Her eyes were trained on Alex‘s face, a frisky smile on her lips.

Nessa was in quite a good mood. She was looking forward to finally befriending others of her kindred and acting with them to right a wrong that endangered not only them but humans as well. Yes, this was a just mission and she dearly hoped that the boy was OK. Perhaps it had been a friend or relative who had picked him up tot take him to a better life. Yeah, sure, and she was Chacki Chan! Her gaze drifted off into the distance. Poor boy! But he would have to wait! This was bigger than him. And she had let her comrades know! She knew she wasn‘t the only one watching over those children and the others had been informed and were probably dealing with it already. She should really trust them more! She shifted a little in her seat, slightly leaning against the arm rest. „This will be an adventure . . . „ she said more to herself than to anyone else and leaned her head back. Yes, an adventure. Something was happening. She just hoped it would end in something good. Being honest with herself Nessa suddenly realized that she was afraid. Great! Fear preserved her, true, but it could also cause her to flinch in the wrong moment. Pressing her back into the seat she felt the gun at the small of her back, covered carefully by her hotpants, shirt and blouse. She‘d feel safer with it near her and it did calm her down a bit. What had she gotten herself into?

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The warrior answered with a shrug before she darted off. Epona would manage a few hours but Ilinfer wasn't thinking of pushing her horse that hard. Sure enough she slowed her down after they had left the village far behind them and manoeuvred her horse to also slow down Rhoynars in the process. Riding directly next to each other, almost touching knees, Ilinfer smiled. “It's a terrible plague, but I think our healers will find a cure. They were close last time . . . This time they'll be motivated since they know of the consequences.” The plague had been dismissed as illness of the poor and already sickly in the past. Until it had broken out in the entire country. It was then that the research had started for a cure. The guild had had a close watch on it's people. Many had died, also amongst the guild members. They had been cleansed in Ardebits fire so their souls could move on to another realm in peace.

The northern woman inclined her head. “There is a forest up the road. Within is a clearing where we can make camp. It shouldn't be that far now. I suggest we let the horses rest there before we continue.“ The night had fallen upon the country, the sunset had been hidden by clouds, darkness falling suddenly until all that illuminated the world was the thin moon in the sky and the stars twinkling between the shadows of wispy clouds. Ilinfer thought back to when she had been at the clearing last. It had been on the journey home from a job well done in the south of the country. Her husband had been amongst the men escorting her back to the north. Back then they hadn‘t been married yet, but oh so in love! They had sat by the fire, drinking and singing, shyly holding hands amongst their comrades. Those had been merry days! A smile lingered on her lips as the memory of her early days as a warrior of the guild came back so lively as though it had been just yesterday.

The sound of rustling leaves snapped her back to attention and made her turn her head in the direction it had come from. Her hand rested uopn her sword, muscles tensed in case of an ambush. Alongside the road there were low bushes and a tree every few miles. A lot had been cut down to make the main trade route leading from the north over Astipor and Eleusis to the south passable for big carriages. The road was mostly made of trampled earth and cobble stones around the cities. Here the hooves thuds were dampened by the dirt.
A rabbit left the bush, darting in the low grass until it disappeared into the darkness. She relaxed her body a little, not letting her hand slip from her sword, though. Something had scared that rabbit from it‘s hiding and she was hoping it had been a fox . . . She gave Rhoynar a long hard look, a short nod and then jerked her head forward, indicating that they should continue with haste. It wouldn‘t be wise for bandits to attack them since they would easily be fought back. They should try to reach Astipor unharmed, however, since injuries would slow them down immensely.