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Pockets Werewolf pockets        Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| "I need all of you to help on this or things could get very bad for the brotherhood," said
the Bartender, sipping again at his glass of blood. "Ionesco appears to be the only one of you willing to fight. I expected more of you two," he looks at Grim and at Ghost. "A wanderer with ties to the highest ranking members of the Brotherhood, and a police agent. The highest ranking one at that." "Will you talk to this fool?" he asks Ghost turning a steady glare onto Caine. Reaching into his pocket he removes a pouch of tobacco and quickly roll's a cigarette, lighting it with his zippo. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| these vampires are NOT weak against silver and yes you do need to drink blood,
but you do not have to kill to feed in the slightest. Simply drinking a few mouthful's of blood is enough to sustain you for a week depending on how active you are. The more you work the sooner you will need to feed. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| The Bartender nods to Kismet and Ghost. "Thank you for that friends." He gives a sidelong glance at Ionesco and smiles almost fondly.
"I think I shall wait for all the introductions to finish before introducing myself." He glares at Ghost, "If you say anything I'll tie your tongue to your testicles." He turns once again, getting slightly dizzy in the process to Aria and Caine. "No silver used, Fenrir was killed entirely by an ordinary bullet. And Caine, I did not threaten you. YOU came into my bar and thought you could order me around." He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "But let's put those things behind us and focus on the now. The sickness is growing. After introductions I will explain." He turns back to Aria and raises an eyebrow, indicating that she should introduce herself. Grim beats her to it however and the bartender turns to look at him. I know exactly who you are Sir Grim. Do you think 300 years would dull my memory of the man that trained me in the use of a sword? I am well acquainted with you, old friend." (Last edited by Pockets on 04-18-07 10:03 PM) |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| The bartender snaps to attention and the blade suddenly vanishes off the bar.
"Sir, yes Sir," he barks. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| "I do not spy," the bartender said, glaring at Caine. "Ok, Kimmy, he went on.
Everyone here that? No calling her Kim." He smiled at Kimura and drained the rest of his glass. "Since all the introductions have been made," He pauses and glances at Caine. "Well, almost all. I shall introduce myself. My name, is Gabriel." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Gabriel flashed a toothy grin at Kimura. "I could really begin to like you my dear."
He poured some more Sake and glanced over at Caine. "You can stop day dreaming about sparring against me or Grim. Either one of us would nail your ass to your head as a hat. And PLEASE stop with the feeding fantasies. It's pathetic." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Gabe became very still, another cigarette dangling loosely from his lips as a thin
stream of smoke drifted up to swirl about his head. He slowly turned his gaze to meet that of everyone present and then locked eyes directly with Grim. "The cancer is spreading. Power is shifting." He came around the bar and leaned back against it. Finally getting a good look at him those present can see he's wearing a black button down shirt, black BDU cargo pants and a pair of heavy, well worn, combat boots. He's about 5' 10'', well built but not overly muscular. Long brown hair is tied into a braid that reaches his waist and a glint of metal can be seen at his left wrist. "I can't be sure who, but someone very high up is attempting to sieze control of the Brotherhood itself. The Council has been in conversation for months now. No one within their clans has seen either of the four members but word gets out of the council chamber every few days." He looks to Ghost. "I think someone has captured or killed the council and is using the chamber as a smokescreen for a bigger plan. I can't say for sure what but its about to come to a head. If we don't stop it the brotherhood could be obliterated and we'll be sent back into the times before the treaty, when war and death was all that we knew." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| "We, and by we I mean you, must try to speak to the individual members of the council."
Gabriel looked at Grim. "You know Fenrir better than any of us. You have to lead the group to wherever it is that he lives and try to make contact with him." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Gabriel stares at Ghost. "This isn't the old day's. This is the beginning of all new days.
Horrible day's are ahead." Gabriel seemed to be in a nearly trance-like state. He just stared blankly ahead for a moment and then his sword was in his hands and he was moving towards the door. "Something's happening," he hissed as he eased the door open a crack to peer out onto the darkened street. There was a moment when all sound seemed to cease, then a sudden and deafening crash as the door was blasted off it's hinges sending pieces of wood, and Gabriel flying to the back of the bar. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| First Meetings
New Orleans: September 24, 1725. I loved the Big Easy. The city of New Orleans was always so vibrant, so full of life. There was a party every night and never a shortage of beauties to share a bed with, or a couple hour’s of diversion at the least. As the thought occurred to me I glanced to my left at the young creature walking beside me. Gorgeous long hair, a slim tapered waist and dark bronzed skin, I couldn’t help leaning in for a kiss. “What was that for?” he asked, turning to face me after my lips left his neck. “You’re just too gorgeous for words to describe, Jamie,” I whispered. We were on our way to a gala ball, sponsored by the Brotherhood. None of the humans attending knew that of course, and only a few would find themselves on a dinner plate. Jamie being one of them. I liked him, and I intended to get as much pleasure from him as possible before I disposed of him. We entered the estate grounds from the south side, milling amongst the other guests. A quick glance around told me that nearly three quarters of those present were human. I smelled a few werewolves and at least a dozen vampires of a couple different clans were within my line of sight. There were a couple of the Kargoni clan and at least one Shade was present. I smiled. Threntü really went all out for this one. The party rapidly got into full swing, wine and blood flowed like rivers before the end of the night and I awoke from a slight stupor induced by alcohol and large quantities of blood to find myself lying naked in a bed next to Jamie. Or what was left of his at least. His body had been ravaged by my fingernails and teeth. A quick glance showed that even his genitals were mutilated. I smiled, licking at some still moist blood clinging to my lips. “Quite the tasty morsel, wasn’t he?” I glanced up at the sound of a voice. She was sitting in a chair against the far wall of the bedroom. I stood up, blood staining my mouth and neck and running down my chest, naked as the day I was born. I didn’t care about my nudity however. ‘Let her look all she wants,’ I thought. ‘No harm in giving the woman a last thrill before she dies. Moving as quickly as I could, so fast that no human would be able to follow my movements, I darted across the room and lifted her out of the chair by her neck. Spinning about I slammed her body forcefully into the ground, listening to bones crack and internal organs rupture as her fragile form made contact with the hard floor. I stood, stretching the muscles in my back as I did so, and stared down at her broken form. She was quite beautiful. Long wavy blond hair, eyes a dark blue and skin so flawless she could have been made of porcelain. She had a rather large chest and an overall beautifully proportioned body. I found myself getting slightly wistful over the fact that I never got to bed her. So lost was I in my own musings that I failed to notice her move until her heel had been planted firmly into my gut and all the wind left my lungs in a rush as the force of her kick sent me flying against the far wall. I groaned and sat up just in time to see her broken limbs mend themselves and her broken neck sharply fixing itself as she sat up. “That wasn’t very nice, sweetheart,” she growled. Her eyes began to shine with a distinctive yellow light and I felt a feral grin touching my lips as her body began to grow and change. “Bring it on, puppy,” I said to the werewolf. This was going to be fun. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Gabriel is buried beneath the remains of the door and a pool table that flipped when
he hit it on his trip across the bar. Outisde the sound of shuffling feet and the clinking of metal against metal can be heard. An unsettling and uneven laugh flutters in through the darkness. Several laughs. "Come out come out wherever you are," a voice calls through the door in a sing-song manner. A whistling sound pierces the night and an iron weight attached to a chain whips through the door and wraps itself around Ionescos throat. He is yanked back out into the night before anyone has a chance to react. "Oh, there you are the voice says, followed by a tearing and splashing sound. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Outside the 8 vampires are scattered about the empty streets. All similar in
appearance but not identical. Roughly 6 feet tall, athletically built, slim and heavily armed. Several carried swords, others carried guns, one had a european broadsword slung across his back and the center one, obviously the leader was hold a wickedly razor sharp chain with a weight dangling from the end in one hand. In the other was Ionescos, severed head. He dropped the head on the mutilated body and stepped over it, spinning the loose end of the chain around his head creating a chilling whistle. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| The head of the vampire holding the chain rocked back on it's shoulders as the
knife sank all the way to the hilt into it's right eye and it stumbled back a couple of steps. Otherwise it made no kind of reaction, as if it didn't feel the knife. It's stumble backwards [ut it just out of reach of Grims attempted thrust but the bullet he fired towards another hit true, ripping away 3/4 of the creatures skull. It continued to shuffle forwards for a few steps before it dropped like a sack of potatoes. Ghost's opponent acted faster than expected and blocked his blade with the hilt of his broadsword and cocked back to smash his fist into Ghost's face. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Business was slow. Even for ten in the morning business was slow.
Daren sighed and looked up from his book. He'd put down the particle accelerator material and was currently reading a book involving neutron stars. The bar only had three customers but he knew that come 4 to 5 in the afternoon he'd be up to his neck in customers and trying to handle everything by himself. "I should really think about hiring some help," he muttered to himself as one of his regulars came in and ordered a beer. While he was pouring he heard squeeling tires and a loud crash somewhere outside. Traffic slowed considerably in the next couple of minutes and he concluded that a crash must have taken place. "Hope no one's hurt," he says as he goes back to his book. Picking it up he looks around the bar and notices several more people coming in meaning he'll have to put down his book. After a half an hour of serving and talking to his customers he'd made up his mind. "That's it," he says. On his way into the back to bring out some more bud light for the cooler up front he grabs an old and dusty "Help Wanted' sign that he'd never put up. He set the sign in the window and was then taken up in the chaos of running an establishment that serves alcohol. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Daren looked around the bar, slightly exasperated and more than a little hagard.
"I swear I'm at the end of my fucking rope," he muttered to himself, pulling his braid over his shoulder and giving it a sharp tug. A nervous tick he'd picked up once his hair had actually gotten long enough to do it. He sighed. He didn't actually dislike the bar. He loved it. He loved meeting people and talking with all the new faces and old friends that came in. He loved the atmosphere that he'd built into his work and his home. Glancing around again he noticed a new comer down towards the end of the bar. One that looked a little young to be in there. He flipped his braid back over his shoulder and walked over, lighting a cigarette as he went. When he got closer he noticed that while young looking the new guy was also pretty good looking. Daren supressed a smirk but couldn't help licking his lips slightly as he came even with the young man. "Morning sir," he said as he stopped. He reached under the bar and pulled out a glass. Setting it on the bar he put some ice in it and reached for the tab that would pour Coke. "Can I get you something," he asked giving a slightly more than friendly smile as he did, his eyes raking quickly over his torso. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Ghost manages to free his blade but not before the fist smashes directly into his
nose, squashing it completely out of shape and knocking three of his front teeth down his own throat. Kimuras knives missed their targets as Ghost opponent had moved out of it's path with the punch to Ghosts face and Grim's vampire had taken it upon himself to start behaving with a sense of preservation. He ducked to the lift and flicked the still rapidly spinning chain at Grims feet wrapping tightly around one of his ankles. The Vampire gave a sharp tug on the chain, attempting to pull Grim off his feet. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| You used my favorite line. I love it.
Better than a sharp stick in the eye. |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Daren looked Rourke up and down again. "I would be the guy in charge. And you
realize it's technically illegal for me to employ you here." He took a drag on his cigarette and set an ashtray on the bar in between them. He scrutinized Rourke, unaffected by the puppy-dog-eyes and completely not believing the good boy smile. "I'll have to find out what you mean by perform," he said as he poured some drinks and opened a couple of bottles of beer. He set them on a tray. "In the meantime take these over to the pool table in the back corner. If you're up to it I'll see about giving you a job." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Daren scowled good naturedly at Rourke. "Cigarette thief," he muttered under his
breath. He took out another smoke and lit it, continuing to consider and stare at Rourke. Rourke had something about him that just snagged Daren's attention. Something that drew him and wanted him to get to know Rourke better. And besides, he did need the help. "let's see how today goes with you working if you're willing. I'll pay you $9 an hour today plus whatever tips you get." He took the cigarette out of his mouth and the ash into the ashtray, blowing out a stream of smoke as he did so. "We'll see at the end of the night if you'll stick around or if you'll even want to." He leaned forwards over the bar and whispered into Rourkes ear. "And we'll discuss you, performing, another time." |
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Pockets Werewolf pockets Since: 10-20-04 Since last post: 5222 days Last activity: 4739 days |
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| Grim's sword just misses the chain and he's jerked partially off balance. His next
shot flies wide but clips the hip of one of the back vampires causing it to spin violently like a childs top from the force of the impact as it falls to the ground. Kismet's ears catch the sound of one of the vampires entering the bar, somehow getting behind her companions outside. It leaps into the air, clinging briefly to the ceiling for a moment before using it's inverted perch as a springboard, launching itself at Kismet, sword leading. As Ghost pulls back his sword the vampire before him stands motionless for a moment before blood begins to well from the tears in it's body. Within a second the buildup of arterial pressure cause it's body to fly apart. It's head rolls from it's shoudlers, rolling across the ground like a bowling ball to rest under the feet of the lead vampire causing it to lose it's balance and fall to the ground. It's torso and lower half falls apart, landing on the ground with a wet splat, leaving it's two feet standing exactly where they were, cut off at the knee. From the side another vampire rushes towards Mikura, a desert eagle in its hands and bullets flying towards the young Vasith. (Last edited by Pockets on 04-23-07 05:13 AM) |
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