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https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mister Jones frowned at the mess that the agents were creating. They were going through his files. The vustomers were becoming nervous, and most seemee to be edging towards the exit. If they made a run for it, they would stampede past the agents and knock down any of them that got in the way. He turned to Katya and looked at her with a bored face.<br/><br/>"Agent Katya Moreno, while I always appreciate people coming to my club no matter who they are or what they do, I do not appreciate it when they go through my private files. Especially since they have not shown me that they have a warrant to enter here, or to look through my buisness files. So, either show me a warrant, or I call my lawyers and get them to call up your commanders and have you reassigned for harrasing me and my customers. Or you could tell me what you are looking for and pay me for the information. What's it to be Agent Moreno?"<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">"Mister Jones we had orders to come here by SOLDIER HQ. Now i know your a well respected 'Business man' around these parts so if its possible id like to have a meeting in your office right now. My team have orders to protect themselves and the civilians inside the club should it come under attack." she walked over to the office door opening it slightly before motioning for him to enter first. "Maybe we can swap information. You tell us what we want to know and ill tell you what you want to know."</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mattias entered the building through the front with Katya and Ashley, remaining vigilant. Then that club owner showed up and gave his little spiel on lawyers and other such bullshit when he was clearly a law breaker himself. The werewolf eyed up 'Mister Jones' carefully. This was one of his least favorite types of scum. The ones that believed themselves to be nigh on untouchable in all but the most extreme of scenarios. He could practically smell the dishonesty wafting off of him. Mattias lit a cigarette, and rolled his eyes at the entire scenario they found themselves in. It would be much simpler to kill the man and be done with it right then and there. Of course he couldn't do that though. It would ruin any chances he had of operating with Soldier again in the future. Too many witnesses.<br/><br/>..........<br/><br/>....<br/><br/><font color="#0072bc">"I say just let the civilians leave."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Allison entered the building from the front as well. She however remained at the entrance and stood guard. Meanwhile Katya and Ashley dealt with a man named Mister Jones. They headed for the mans office and it seemed like Mattias joined them for now as well. <font color="#b0e0e6">Well, while I have to wait here I can at least have a smoke in the meantime, not like they will be finished before my cigarette will be.</font> she said as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><br/>...<br/><br/>"...and what will we do with him? Wait, are you sure you can keep him alive?"<br/><br/> "I'm sure I can keep him alive."<br/><br/>"Alright. It's just... creepy man. What if he finds out? I mean, this is the vampire that convinced the rest of them to fight for us. We shouldn't be..."<br/><br/> "And he is also the reason vampires still exist. Have you forgotten? We get rid of him, and we can get rid of the whole lot of them. The whole thing shouldn't have been going on for even this long. We don't need the Blood Compact anymore."<br/><br/>"Jeff. Shhh... Be careful. Fuck, what if he's reading our thoughts?"<br/><br/> "Not this one, Jeremy Sanishard." <br/><br/>"The fuck Jeff! Don't say my name!"<br/><br/> "Ha hah heh..."<br/><br/>"You're a real fuckhead Jeff. He had better be worth some serious money. Who wants him anyway?"<br/><br/> "I don't really know. I'm sure the guy's got enemies. All I care is what they're paying. I bet vampires have a lot of bank. Help me lift his dead ass into the pod. The chains are getting in the way."<br/><br/>*some sounds of lifting, struggling, splashing*<br/><br/> "Good. Now let's go get cleaned up. Doc wants to inspect him. For all anybody know he's just a crazy vampire. The report of his sudden death should hit the news in a few days at most."<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mister Jones shook his head at the agents. They were disappointing. "Agent, anything you know that is worth something, I know already. Do you even know why I am still in buisness? I've been doing this kind of work for a very long time, and yet I have never been arrested, and as you can see, I still live. Have you ever wondered why? Why I am not dead? Why I am not rotting in some prison cell for the things I have done? It's because anyone of importance knows that if I go down I take everyone with me."<br/><br/>He stands up and walks to a window overlooking the club. "With one call I can have you lot reassigned to patrol Antarctic. With two calls, I can have your families sent to live in the Sahara. And with a third, I can make you and your families seem as if they never existed. So, cut the shit. What do you want? And how much am I getting paid?"</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mattias shifted his position slightly, so that wrapping his hands around that pompous bastard's throat and snapping his neck would take a second less to perform. He wasn't nervous at all anymore, just pissed. Some people didn't deserve to be walking around. Mattias hated Jones' type. <font color="#0076a3">"What about me? What kind of dirt do you have on me? <span class="bb-i">I don't exist.</span> See, the way I see it, I could just kill you right now before you could dial 9-1-fucking-1. You know what? Fuck it."</font> And with that, Mattias punched Mister Jones so hard in the neck that it shattered upon impact, killing the man instantly.<br/><br/>...........................<br/><br/>At least that's how it played out in Mattias' head. Instead, he grumbled a little and blew a ring of smoke into Jones' face.<br/><br/>That'll show him.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Katya growled under her breath. "Information on Deon Erickson, how much do you want for it ill get SOLDIER to transfer it." she pulled the crime lord to one side. "i also need to know what happened to a comrade of mine from the nightwars. A man called Hank Miller. Add it to the total of Deon Erickson but dont say a word about it." she whispered to him, trying not to look shady.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mister Jones turned towards Katya and had a big smile on his face. "Excellent. See, it pays to play nice. Currently I have little information on Mister Erickson at the moment, though a bit more than you apparently. However, come back in a week and I will havee more for you. As to your friend Hank Miller, that is another matter entirely."<br/><br/>He went to his desk and got out a pen and paper and started to write. "This is the price for the info you want on both Erickson and Miller. This price is non negotiable, and should you try to betray me or find someone else who is cheaper, I shall do everything in my power to ensure your missions failure."<br/><br/>He handed Katya the slip of paper and held out his hand to her, "Do we have a deal agent?"<br/><br/>The paper read one word, and one word only.<br/><br/><span class="bb-i">Roman</span> </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>Deon knew a few things. First, Soldier knew he was here and alive. Second, no one else other then Mr. Jones and Soldier knew he was here. He knew Mr. Jones could keep his mouth shut, unless Soldier payed him off. But he wouldn't get involved with people who had too much attention on themselves. Despite it being late at night, the streets were still busy with people, cars ran through the streets, people were packing the sidewalks, and Soldier was sitting right there with a collection of automatic weapons at their disposal. And if unable to hide said evidence, things would look pretty bad if something were to happen.<br/><br/>Deon was a lot faster then most vampires, but he was almost an old blood by all technicalities. His first step was to disable Soldier's vehicle, making it so they would have to leave it behind and be forced to walk until someone could pick them up. Once the guard inside the vehicle was taken care of he put on his uniform and went to work. First removing the spark plugs, then braking the connection with the battery, then crushing the radiator to the point where it was reduced into a small ball. He let it drop to the ground as he closed the hood. Some people were watching as he preformed his actions.<br/><br/>He just smiled as he tightened the grip of one of his rifles, he kept the other one on it's sling, not needing it for the blame he was going to put onto Soldier. He raised his rifle to the crowed of onlookers, at first everyone was shocked and confused, but once the first burst of bullets started cutting through the crowds everyone got the idea. He unloaded the entire clip before running off at the pace a mortal would run if he were trying to flea a scene. There wouldn't be much evidence that could even be remotely linked to him. The rifles shot a 7.62 cartridge, common in many rifles, and the bullets had no prints on them. What could even get close to registering to a print would date back to a time long before finger prints were used, leaving it useless.<br/><br/>Less then a few hours Later Deon had cleaned himself off, he got more blood on him then he meant to. He hated blood on him in non working hours. It was time to relax now, time to unwind, time to think about the meaning of life and the meaning of immortality. He was now in a refurbished office building, where one of the many businesses he owns (Under different identities of course) is waiting to be opened. Though it never will, it's being converted into a Forward Operating Base for events Erickson has planned. From the windows he had a great view of the New York City skyline. The only thing separating him and the outside world now was the Hudson river, a collection of docks, and some really pricey bullet proof glass. The building may not look it, which is the point, but it is the next best thing to a full fledged fort. But the nice and fancy upper section of the building was not important right now, what was important was what was in one of the sub-basements.<br/><br/>He went down the express elevator to sub-level 7-b. As deep as the place went before hitting one of the maintenance levels. He stepped out into the hall, it looked nice, it seemed like any hallway in an office building would look like. The only difference was that it was at least seven stories underground. But the lighting was all automated so it was very well lit as Deon walked his way down the hall. He walked his way to the far end of the hall to a reinforced Titanium door. It was a prison cell, designed to hold some of the biggest and baddest vampires and werewolves ever to walk the earth. But that's not who he had with him today, today he had an annoying pest who made his job as a Colonel during the Nightwars the worse pain in the ass ever.<br/><br/>Deon entered through door one into the airlock. The room in between the cell and the hall was airtight, making it that much harder to get past. With that it also acted as a kill box if a prisoner did find a way to get out of the first section of their cell. Once the first door was closed the room re-pressurized. It felt weird on his body as the pressure built up but he knew he would be fine. The second door opened, the pressure remained about the same as room two of the cell was also airtight, and kept at the same heavy pressure as the airlock. Any mortal that was in here would surely die, though if Deon wanted to he could cut off the pressure and let what ever mortal he wants to survive in his cell.<br/><br/>Deon sat in a chair across the table from his guest. He laid back as he locked eyes with the man in the chair across from him. "<font color="#ed1c24">Hello there old friend.</font>" He greeted him. "<font color="#ed1c24">Well, friend is a poor choice of words. ore of Hello Asshole who doesn't know when to stay out of people's way!</font>" Deon looked as if he was about to kill the man in the chair across from him. Both of Deon's hands were pressed against the table that was not welded, but actually part of the floor. The whole room was one piece other then the dog bowl he left in the corner of the room and the three inch thick braces that were molded to the wrists of the chair around his prisoner's arms. "<font color="#ed1c24">No, no. That's an improper way to greet my guest. Even if you are a total dick.</font>" He sat back down, calm as if nothing had happened. "<font color="#ed1c24">Do you know why I brought you here? Mithias.</font>" </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The pain for the most part finally left him, but the weakness it left behind was just as relentless in its memory. Mithias awoke to find himself properly bound in some kind of interrogation room that was eerily reminiscent of the ones Soldier used. His right arm had grown back, only to be shackled against the arm of the chair and rendered useless again. His body had healed enough to support vital functions, but he was weak. Looking down at himself, his shirt was still torn open in front, and vaguely, he recalled a young man attempting to save his life. Mimicking the thoughts of his most recent influence, Mithias regretted that his elegant suit had been completely destroyed. <br/><br/>A man, no, a vampire, sat across the table from him. He looked middle aged with brown hair and brown eyes, and his voice flickered between barely contained malice and the joy of a sadist's anticipated satisfaction. Mithias knew right away that, like most vampires, this one was another psycho. He couldn't recall much of what had happened, but he knew he had ended up in the wrong hands. <br/><br/>With dirty, blood encrusted and singed hair half hanging in his face, Mithias stared blankly at the vampire at first. Finally, the memory returned to him, and he spoke the name as it came to him, "Erickson." The Nightwars hadn't been that long ago, and Mithias had studied his enemies well. Deon Erickson hadn't been heard from for several decades. It appeared the slithering snake had survived. <br/><br/>"Do you know why I brought you here? Mithias." <br/><br/>Mithias briefly pulled up on his arms, realizing he was immobilized. He really was at his enemy's mercy, a very disconcerting predicament. Had he been someone else, he might have made a mocking speech about being here so that he could have his heart ripped out and watch it eaten before him as he died. ...But he really didn't have the energy for all that. Hunger panged him, and he focused back on Deon with disdain. There was a real good chance Erickson was going to end him. Mithias could only hope there was a some reason he hadn't done so already. Finally, the grey knight chose his answer. "Revenge. ... You want to kill me, slowly." <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>It seemed it was taking time for Mithias to get use to being pinned the way he was. Truth be told, Deon would as well. The pressure in the room made it hard for any bodily function to work. Especially when your bodily functions were exposed for the world to see. Then Deon Erickson got the answer from his table buddy. "Revenge. ... You want to kill me, slowly." Erickson laughed at the remark. "<font color="#ed1c24">Kill you? If I was going to kill you I'd...</font>" He stopped to think about what he was going to say. "<font color="#ed1c24">Wait no I would pretty much do this just to make you watch as I tore you apart. But no. That's not why you're here tonight.</font>" Deon stood up form his chair, though since the chair was apart of the floor it didn't move when he stood up. "<font color="#ed1c24">No, at first I was going to bring you here to mindfuck you. Then send you back out into the world to cause some mayhem and distrust with the mortals.</font>" He paused, doing a small chuckle as he starts walking around the table. "<font color="#ed1c24">But I couldn't. Which I find odd for many reasons. The first being, no one can totally block my ability, maybe resist it but no one can block it. Not even old bloods. Now granted I am smart enough to know not to do it to them because they can resist it and would get totally pissed off.</font>" He was now behind Mithias, continuing his speech. "<font color="#ed1c24">I am guessing you have a gift that Soldier was unaware about. Which is good to know about now but that means I have to find a new way to cause panic within the ranks of Soldier. But no worries, I prepared for a situation like this. Though... they all involved you being dead.</font>"<br/><br/>Deon walked around to the opposite side of the table again, leaning on the back of the chair, looking Mithias dead in the eyes. "<font color="#ed1c24">But I have other reasons to keep you alive now.</font>" He smiled, at his guest. "<font color="#ed1c24">I know what you're thinking, I am some crazy psychopath that plans to end the world killing all mortals, well you're wrong. That would be the crazy thing known As Fergus O'Brian. But in about thirty or so minutes that won't matter. What does matter is that I don't feel the same way as our crazy friend. You see, I don't want to wipe out the mortals. I just want to put them back in their respective places as servants to their gods. The problem is the mortal to vampire ratio is not super good in our favor Mithias.</font>" He let go of the chair, getting close to the rebel vampire. "<font color="#ed1c24">I do plan to limit their population again. To a more... manageable level. I just need you out of the picture to do that. You inspired too many vampires in the last war to join the wrong side. So now, I am going to let you sit in your cell to hear all about the new war well your mortal friends die. Then once the war is over you will be tried for treason. Then you will be killed very slowly and painfully. I can promise you that.</font>"</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/burningcold">@BurningCold</a><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/the-grey-dust">@The Grey Dust</a><br/><br/>The ambulance charged off, practically having to kick Lucan to the street to deny him a ride in the cabin. Thankfully, the other Soldier operatives were able to intervene and calm the freaked out youngster, nearly dragging him back and assuring him the vampire was in good hands. Promptly a caravan was begun, meeting up at the big city hospital shortly thereafter. <br/><br/>Elmhurst was a huge complex, their facilities top notch for the country. The ambulance had gone straight into the emergency entrance, but the rest were forced to park and filter through the main entrance. It was late afternoon, and the place was crawling with people walking in and out. The building maps were confusing, and even color coded hall markers failed to give any adequate sense of direction. Finally, they found the appropriate waiting room and their anxious vigil began. <br/><br/>Day turned into night, and the Soldier operatives had all left except one. Strangely, he wasn't the only one that had shown up concerned for the same patient. A metro-looking blonde in a suit was also present, gathering what information there was to be gathered. As the hour dragged on, the lady at the desk refused to give any solid answers, and it became clear that both of them had the same purpose for being there. They might as well talk. <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Katya flinched as she heard the shots fired outside the club, followed by sirens. <span class="bb-i">fuck</span> she thought to herself as the sirens grew louder. "EVERYONE BACK TO THE VAN. WE GOT A SHOOTER ON THE STREET" She yelled sprinting outside Ashley following real close behind. When they got to the van Sonja had already gotten into the drivers seat hearing the shots first being outside. A voice came over the radio in the Van. <font color="#ed1c24">"Hunter Squad return to base immediately. Theres too much heat on your squad. The Merc and the Werewolf can continue to operate if they want to find out who shot up the civilians." </font> <br/><br/>(OOC Sonja and Ashley are now Inactive being grounded in the SOLDIER base until SOLDIER can prove that they didnt shoot up the civilians.)<br/><br/>"Allison, you and Mattias are gonna have to find out who gunned down the civilians. We cant help out in the field until you can clear our names." She said into the radio to make sure they knew. <br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2">Kate Porter & Liam Kelling | 2100 hrs | NYC USA</div></div><br/><font color="#662d91">"Liam, you sure this guy will be able to help us."</font> The short white haired woman said leaning against the wall outside <span class="bb-i">The Cupid's Kiss</span>. The man stood next to her took one final drag from his cigarette and quickly discarded it.<font color="#8dc73f">"From what I heard I'm sure he'll help us a little even if it is just with information."</font> He said pulling his jacket forward a bit to make sure his .44 Revolver was still in its holster. The Woman beside him did the same. Their 'heavier' weapons had been left in a dead drop for them to go back for later. <font color="#8dc73f">"Kate, whatever you do, Do not under any circumstance look him in the eyes."</font> The man entered the club, his companion following closely behind. He made his way to the bar and ordered two light beers. He leaned over to the waitress behind the bar. <br/><br/><font color="#8dc73f">"Excuse me miss, is your boss in. I must speak with him, it is a matter of utmost urgency. Tell him a Mr Kelling and a Miss Porter are waiting for him at the bar."</font> He said pulling down his hood, the woman next to him following suite.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The waitress smiled. <font color="#f7941d">“Sure thing,”</font> She said in a sultry voice, pressing a hidden button beneath the counter. <font color="#f7941d">“Mr. Cupid? There are some kids here that would like to meet with you. A Mr. Kelling and a Miss Porter.”</font> She giggled at the word kid. There came a single reply.<br/><br/><font color="#ed145b">“Send them up.”</font><br/><br/>Liam and Kate would feel a warm feeling run over them, somewhat easing any worries they may have. The waitress pointed at a flight of stairs across the room guarded by a rather big and rather angry looking bouncer. The bouncer nodded at the waitress. <font color="#f7941d">“Just go right up those stairs and take the third door on the left.”</font> Liam and Kate would comply, and the bouncer would step out of the way to allow them access. Once reaching the top of the stairs and going further down the hallway, the sounds from the floor below would slowly devolve into nothing more than a dull din. The third door on the left would already be open. Once entering, Liam and Kate would see Cupid sitting across from them at a lavish oaken desk full of scattered papers and old tomes written in foreign languages. <font color="#ed145b">"Please,"</font> He would say, gesturing to a pair of leather chairs, a rapturous smile on his face. <font color="#ed145b">"Be seated." </font><br/><br/><hr class="bb-hr"/> <br/>Mattias wasted no time leaving the club, bolting out at speeds no human could possibly match. He struggled to maintain control as coarse hair began to erupt over his body, the night being the only thing concealing him from the eyes of passerby. <span class="bb-i"><font color="#0072bc">The scent, the scent!</font></span> Mattias stopped in the middle of an alleyway, lighting a cigarette. The canine like features plaguing his body would slowly fade away with each puff. There was no reason to panic anymore, the target was right here in the city. <br/><br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2">Kate Porter & Liam Kelling | The Cupids Kiss | NYC USA</div></div><br/>Liam smilled back at the waitress as the pair made their way upstairs towards the office. The entered the third door on the left and nodded to the man behind the desk. They each took a seat on the expensive looking leather chairs. <font color="#39b54a">"Mr Abatangelo before I begin i must say it is an honour to be in the presence of such a successful 'business man' such as your self. Now I've been told from a few reliable sources that your a man that i can trust and rely on for help in my current time of need, i would like to enquire as to whether this is a correct statement or whether it is just cazzate" </font>Liam had said the last bit in italian as the information he had on Mr Abatangelo told him he was from Italy originally and had moved here. <br/><br/>Meanwhile Kate scanned the room looking for Cameras. <font color="#662d91">"If it is true we will um hows that film go. ah. I'll make you an offer you cannot refuse"</font>Kate joked referencing a line from the godfather films. Hopefully he'd see it as a joke and not take offence to the poor Italian stereotype. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><br/><br/>Even with a gaunt look to his cheeks, the vampire could still curl his lip at his enemy. Through clenched teeth he nearly growled, "Deon..." Physically Mithias could do nothing, but those faded yellow eyes glared angrily as he refuted his opponent from his seat. "You are a fool, Deon. You are a fool, and you will fail. You will undo everything I have done to promote peace between us and the humans. Every reason they have ever had to live in peace with us, to trust and revere us, will be erased with the unforgettable history of another war. The tenuous hope that they have now, that I have nurtured, will be destroyed forever if you even attempt any kind of sick mass murder scheme, and this time they will not forgive us." <br/><br/>So it seemed Mithias fully believed in humanity's potential to wipe vampires off the face of the Earth, but was he truly a coward only motivated by fear? Maybe he was a pathetic syncophant kissing up to humanity like a slave, ignorant of the magnificent gift that had been wasted on him by his maker. Maybe he didn't know what vampires were capable of, or maybe he liked it. The thought was disgusting. <br/><br/>Mithias took a breath. He looked tired from that little tirade. Then he said something that was slightly unexpected. "We ARE gods, Erickson... but this is not how it should be. War and subjugation are beneath us. Gods provide protection, bring order, justice... Between us, you are the one who doesn't understand your place. Your bloodline always had a misunderstanding of power. Your arrogance and greed is an insult to our potential, and you will kill us with your shortsightedness."<br/><br/>To say that Mithias didn't fear for his own life at this point would have been a lie, but he also didn't believe that one of his allies wouldn't eventually come to his rescue. All he had to do was be patient and endure the hunger that gnawed at him from every cell in his body for as long as he could. Hopefully, his words would have some affect on Deon, even if the evil prick wouldn't admit it. Otherwise there was nothing Mithias could do to save his mortal friends. "You will fail, just like Magnus, and you'll never seen me on trial with the council, Erickson. If there even still is a council after what mayhem you threaten." <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The smile never left Cupid's face. <font color="#ed145b">"I appreciate the effort,"</font> Cupid began in an easy voice, smooth as silk. <font color="#ed145b">"Though I prefer to think of myself as a Roman, not some guido."</font> He looked at Kate in amusement. <font color="#ed145b">"You won't find any cameras here, my dear. They're not hidden either, they simply just do not exist. There are no listening devices. No bodyguards behind hidden walls,"</font> He gestured at the many bookcases surrounding the room. <font color="#ed145b">"Just the three of us. We are entirely secure here."</font> <br/><br/><font color="#ed145b">"Now,"</font> Cupid began, clasping his hands together as he propped his elbows on the desk. <font color="#ed145b">"What do you two lost lambs need help with? And don't forget,"</font> He flashed an all teeth smile, his sharpened fangs in plain view. <font color="#ed145b">"Everything comes at a price." </font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h2">Kate Porter & Liam Kelling</div></div><br/><br/>Liam stood up from his seat. <font color="#39b54a">"What everyone needs Mr Abatangelo. Allies and a promise."</font> He said grinning to reveal his own fangs. He produced a beige folder from his coat and slammed it down on the table. He pushed it towards Cupid. <font color="#39b54a">"This man Mr Abatangelo is Deon Erickson. I presume you've heard his name before. He used to be a highranking officer in Magnus' Vampire army during the Nightwars. Recently we have had alot of information come in that he's creating another army and trying to start a second Nightwars. We cant allow this to happen. Now before you ask whether were with SOLDIER we act alone, with no help from the humans. you could say we are guardians. We want to keep this long lasting peace between our two species."</font><br/><br/>Kate stood from her seat and came to stand beside Cupid. <font color="#662d91">"All we ask for Mr Abatangelo is your full cooperation as an Ally and in time your support should we have to take more drastic measures to ensure this man does not start another war. Should this man get to power there will be no chance of taking back the Old Country Mr Abatangelo. He will become a Dictator of the entire planet allowing chaos to run rampant through the streets."</font> <br/><br/>Liam stood finally to make the point abundantly clear. <font color="#39b54a">"What my colleague is saying Mr Abatangelo, is that we are building an Army in secret of the most reasonable vampires that wish to stop another war, to combat the threat of Deon Erickson. Should you help my friend here can manipulate minds, you will be able to control all of italy not just rome."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So these two have the audacity to imply that Deon could best him? That Cupid would be unable to claim what he wanted from this vampire when the time arose? And what's this about controlling all of Italy? He wanted to control the entire Roman Empire! Cupid arose from his seat as well, and pointed to a <a href="http://imgur.com/AKhYd4c" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">map</a> hung up on the wall. <font color="#ed145b">"That my friends,"</font> He said in a voice as pleasant as ever before. <font color="#ed145b">"Is the Roman Empire. <span class="bb-b">That</span> is what I intend to control."</font> He reached a hand out and stroked Kate's face gingerly, before letting it drop to hold her shoulder in a gentle grip. He could help them, most certainly. But after pledging his loyalty here, he would have to see what sort of offer Deon could make. Cupid was almost certain he was going to end up playing these two. <font color="#ed145b">"I won't do something for nothing, darling."</font> His voice was soft and kind, but there was the undertone of a hungry beast just beneath. <font color="#ed145b">"You insult my culture. You imply that not agreeing with you makes me unreasonable. You refuse to look me in the eyes. I'm hurt."</font> And Kate would feel his grief, real or not, it would feel genuine to her. <font color="#ed145b">"Look me in the eyes my dear, and tell me what you two can offer me here and now. If you can do that, I will help you."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Kate actually feared for her life at this point, but she remained cool and calmed. <font color="#92278f">"Mr Abatangelo, I cannot offer you much, but i can pay in installments. I can write you a five hundred dollar check here and now but other than the money you may have to specify exactly what it will cost to buy your trust."</font> Liam on the other hand had gotten nerved as soon as he decided to get a little to close for comfort. He sank back into the shadows, something his bloodline had allowed him to do. While the Kelling bloodline were not known for being great warriors some of them had been spies or even assassins which meant that being able to become one with the shadows was an ample trait to someone of those careers.<br/><br/>He made his way to the other side of Kate still hidden in the shadows meaning should Cupid attempt something rash and stupid he could cut it out straight away.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Five hundred dollars? Cupid held back a scoff. These two had nothing, they knew nothing. Still, they could amount to something in the future. <font color="#ed145b">"I need a show of trust. Something to prove that you will not betray me, so intent on keeping peace between vampires and humans as you are. Look me in the eyes and tell me that if I help you here, you two will not hinder me elsewhere. That is all I need. Then I will pledge myself to your cause, so long as your interest do not conflict with mine. Do you not trust me? Liam, in the second drawer on the right is a loaded handgun. You may use it to kill or incapacitate me at your leisure while I am dealing with our darling Kate here." </font> And how could they refuse that offer? Guaranteed insurance when dealing with one of New York's most powerful vampires? Only a fool would pass up such a chance. <font color="#ed145b">"Kate, what do you say? I have placed my life in your hands, can you place yours in mine?"</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mister Jones heard the gunfire outside, followed quickly by the screaming. The agents all puled out of the club as soon as they couod, and when they left his office he went to the camera monitors. He didn't need to look at them to know who was causing such a roar.<br/>Erickson. <br/>He was quickly proving bad for buisness, and he hated it when buisness was interrupted. He got out his phone and flipped open his little black book. It was full of names and numbers of people who he has either met or geard about. He was looking for one in particular, and he found it easily.<br/><br/>Cupid. Even though him and Cupid had butted heads every now and then, Mister Jones liked Cupid very much. He was the only man he respected, feared and thought of as a friend. He dialed the number, hoping that Cupid wasn't in the middle of something very important.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Kate looked the man in the eye. <font color="#662d91">"You have my word, we will stick to our end of the deal if you stick to yours. Now Mr Abatangelo can we count on your help."</font> Liam came back out of the Shadows and stood behind Kates chair. <font color="#39b54a">"I can assure you Cupid we wont falter from the deal so long as you do the same I personally promise you this. From one vampire to another i believe that once we have the final group we will be a force to be reckoned with."</font> Liam said as he stuck out his hand.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Cupid released Kate from his grip on her. <font color="#ed145b">"Excellent."</font> He turned to Liam, and clasped his outstretched hand just as a phone on his desk began to ring. <font color="#ed145b">"We will be in touch. Now, if you will excuse me,"</font> He nodded at the two. <font color="#ed145b">"Mr. Kelling, Miss Porter."</font> That was their cue to leave. Once they had done so, Cupid collapsed back into his chair with a lethargic sigh. He was turning out to be quite the popular vampire this evening. He stared at the phone for a few moments longer, allowing it to ring, before finally answering the call. <font color="#ed145b">"Not many people have this line. Wait, let me guess. Mister Jones?"</font> Of all the people that could be calling him, he sincerely hoped it was the club owner. Jones had a way of somehow managing to not get under Cupid's skin most of the time. <font color="#ed145b">"Of course it's you. Regardless, you have impeccable timing. I had just finished dealing with two wayward sheep when you called."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Kate Porter & Liam Kelling | NYC, USA</div></div><br/><br/>Kate and Liam both left the Cupids Kiss rather promptly after their meeting, they had left their numbers with Cupid and had promptly left. They decided the next best place to go was to go to meet with Mr Jones, the next man on their list of potential allies. <br/><br/><font color="#662d91">"That could have gone worse, dont you think?"</font> Kate said as they walked down the street towards the Club. <font color="#39b54a">"It could have, I do hope that he sticks to his promise or were gonna have a whole other problem later on down the lane"</font> They continued on down the road towards the Club. When they rounded the corner however they saw the bodies lining the streets. <br/><br/><font color="#662d91">"Holy shit, what the fuck happened here"</font> Kate said pulling her 1911 out of her jacket, Liam following suit.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mister Jones smiled. Of course only a few had the number, ajd of vourse he had it. "Ah Cupid, I'm glad I'm not interrupting you. This is a courtesy call, I thought that you should onow that Deon Erickson is in town and came to see me. He is disrupting my buisness a bit, and is killing people. If he comes to you let me know. Thank you for your time Mister Cupid."</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>Mithias attempted to make Erickson think about his ways, wrong right, all that good stuff. Even tried to tell him that war was beneath them. "<font color="#ed1c24">War is beneath us? Since when? Think back to the Greeks, or even the Egyptians! They are all known for their conflicts! And using mortals to do that. Only this time, the mortals don't seem to remember who's in charge. And with that, didn't you fight in the Nightwars too?</font>" Deon started to make his way to the airlock, only to stop part way through Mithias's spiel. "<font color="#ed1c24">Fail? Well that's kinda funny, I don't see myself failing. It's pretty difficult to lose a war when you're not the one fighting it. Leading it on sure, but not fighting it. That is why there will still be someone to try you. And if for some reason that doesn't happen, I will kill you myself.</font>" He opens the airlock and begins to enter. "<font color="#ed1c24">We don't have the numbers anymore to fight a war, thanks to you.</font>" Erickson left leaving his prisoner with his thoughts.<br/><br/>Erickson went to the top floor of his building, passing floor after floor of nearly no staff. The tower itself was still new, and Deon kept it minimally staffed for now, until he was able to muster up enough forces to be the final push to win this new war. Though his biggest problem while planning this war was the new ratio. Before humans outnumbers vampires by a huge ratio difference. Now, that ratio was even more, and many of the remaining vampires were scared shitless now. But planning is planning. A good strategist is one who can hold the most amount of territory with the least amount of soldiers.<br/><br/>On the top floor of his tower was his office suite, made up of a reception area, a nice lounge with a fountain, his work office that was big enough to give a speech to a small crowd, and a war room that had a table with a digital screen built into the surface. Used primarily for strategic planning. But with the building still understaffed and not yet ready for full use, everything lays await for the time when it would be needed.<br/><br/>Behind all the office work was his personal suite, he had only been inside it a few times, spending much of his time in Europe trying to keep things in order, and function on the west coast of the United States. But he liked this place most of all. One thing of his did survive the war, and that was a huge amount of the savings he has gathered in his lifetime. After years of good investment and planning he was now seven different rich people who were all getting into some kind of field. <br/><br/>Deon went through the main room in the home suite to the washroom where he took close examination of his face. "<font color="#ed1c24">I have let myself go haven't I?</font>" Referring to his facial hair. At first he just didn't shave because he was too focused on surviving after the mortal's last push to end him last offensive. Which wasn't much of an offensive, more of an "Oh shit everyone is dead, but maybe we can still shock and aw the humans into surrendering" attempt. Afterwards he just kept the facial hair because it made it harder for those that thought he was dead to recognize him. So now, he had no reason to keep it.<br/><br/>After shaving the hair off his face, and grooming up the hair on his head he entered the living suite's personal office. Much smaller then his work office, simply a place where he could think with out the rest of the world. Yes this tower was overkill, but it was intended to survive a war. Sitting down at his desk he made a call to one of his staff members. "<font color="#ed1c24">Get me a secure line, and send someone downstairs to make sure the guest doesn't starve. And get me a private line, after that you can go home.</font>" <br/><br/>After all was said and done he grabbed his office phone and made his call. "<font color="#ed1c24">It's me, I'll be in the top floor suite. I look forward to seeing you in person. We have a lot we need to take care of. Sadly things will have to be put on a little bit of a faster pace now.</font>"<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#007236">Hank Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Hank woke up in a hospital bed half in shock, half feeling "Holy shit I think something just tried to punch its way out of me". As soon as he tried to sit up pain burst through his entire torso, it didn't feel like anything was broken, but his chest felt strained, on a major scale. "<font color="#00aeef">Wow wow wow.</font>" An older nurse came in trying to make Hank rest on the bed again. "<font color="#00aeef">Look, I get that you may be confused, but trying to push yourself now will only make things worse for you. You need to rest up while the doctor finishes his paperwork.</font>" Hank was still confused, last he remembered he was... he was in a parking lot, he was shooting. Then he keeled over in pain, had something hit him? Or... "<font color="#00aeef">You were lucky Mr. Miller, a nice young girl brought you in just in time to resuscitate you. A minute later and you may have just been in the morgue below us. I mean, in all my years here, I don't think I have seen someone have a heart attack as bad as you and survive.</font>" A heart attack? He knew it was coming, for months that's all he could hear, about how his heart was getting weak, getting sick. "<font color="#007236">I need to go, where is this girl now?</font>" Hank tried to sit up again only to get stopped by the nurse. "<font color="#00aeef">Now hold on a moment there, you just woke up, you were out for days. Don't try and be a hero now.</font>" <br/><br/>Hank didn't have time for this. "<font color="#007236">Where is the girl, she's.... She's my daughter.</font>" This changed the expression on the nurse's face to a look of concern. "<font color="#00aeef">Oh... well she left about two days ago. I mean I half wondered if she was a blood sucker because only a few hours after she left a huge amount of our blood supply went missing. But the fact that shes your youngster can eliminate her from that list.</font>" Hank didn't feel like getting into details about Kathryn, so he just let the nurse ramble on. "<font color="#00aeef">Now I get that you are in a hurry to leave, but I can't let you do that until the Doctor approves you to leave. Once that happens we can--</font>" There was shouting going on down the hall a bit, Hank heard the mention of someone collapsing. "<font color="#00aeef">Oh my, I'll be right back sweet heart.</font>" She ran off to assist the other nurses in helping in what ever situation was going on.<br/><br/>Hank took this as his chance to get out of here. Depending where he was at he should be able to get a cab or something and make his way back to his RV, and continue while he still had a beating heart. Standing up wasn't easy though, he fell twice before he was able to lean against a walker that was set aside in the room. God he hated walkers, said he would rather die then be forced to use one. But here he was, swallowing his pride so he could go finish his revenge scheme. None of the staff stopped him as he left his room, or as he wondered down the many halls, getting lost several times. The receptionist tried as he exited but nothing she did could stop him, even calling security they would get here too late to stop him. So he kept limping outside to the soon to be new world.<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>"<font color="#ec008c">Kathryn, take some A- down to the basement and drop it off for the new guy, then go home. My night is done, so that means yours is too.</font>" Kathryn just nodded after receiving her orders. After taking her father to the hospital she sat around for a couple hours before the heavy smell off blood started to overwhelm her, so she took as much of the blood as she could and ran off, soon meeting up with one of Erickson's lackeys who was looking for some low level staff. "Godlike" as he stated was the only real requirement. Everything else was personal preference. <br/><br/>She made due, and she knew this was just until she knew a way to try to convince her father she was on his side... more or less. Though one thing she did hate was the outfit, it was like one of the classic maid dresses. It was tight on her and had an annoying short skirt. The only real difference between this and the old maid dress were the colors. Blue primarily with light green highlights. She still hated it.<br/><br/>Reaching the express elevator she worked her way to sub-level 7-b, the prison level. She'd never been down here before, and at first it seemed nice. But as she got further down she started to feel less and less comfortable as it started to look more like a concrete prison. She made her way to the respective cell and opened the first door on the airlock. It opened with a Whoosh as the air pressure from the airlock changed. She entered and saw on the small screen who was in this cell, Mithias Voromere. This is the second time she had seem him recently. The fact that this is happening right by the time her dad finally caught up to her was strange. She was starting to wonder about a connection. But then she realized, what if Mithias was her ticket to freedom? If anyone could convince her father that she wasn't a monster it would for sure be the vampire who fought for humans right?!<br/><br/>She opened the second airlock door, dropping the blood bag as the first airlock door shut itself. "<font color="#0072bc">Don't ask any questions, I don't have time to answer. We have a short window of opportunity to get out of here while the day shift is leaving. Once they leave and the night shift start entering it will be too late, we won't get another opportunity to do this.</font>" She looked at how the man was pinned to the chair, it looked as if it was designed to never be opened with out brute strength... or separation of the hands. "<font color="#0072bc">Okay... So I have no idea how to get you out of that with out causing a lot of pain to you.</font>" She said with a concerned look as she inspected the wrist bindings. They day shift was leaving early today, from what she could tell this rarely happened. There may never be a window like this again to sneak someone out of here.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/kurai-assassin">@Kurai Assassin</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/burningcold">@BurningCold</a><br/>Allison knew that shots from outside meant nothing good, she could figure out that much. She put out her cigarette and was about to get moving when Mattias passed her with remarkable speed. <font color="#b0e0e6"><span class="bb-i">Fast...</span></font><br/><br/>"Allison, you and Mattias are gonna have to find out who gunned down the civilians. We cant help out in the field until you can clear our names."<br/><br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"Got it!"</font> she replied as she sprinted outside and tried to catch up with Mattias, which proved to be harder than expected...<br/><br/>After a while she finally managed to catch up with him in an alleyway, <font color="#b0e0e6">"Huff, you are really fast I give you that. Since you have time for a smoke I take it you know where we have to look to find our gunner. Mind telling me your plan before you run off again?"</font></div> |
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https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><br/><br/>At the sound of a kind voice, the ragged vampire in the chair slowly lifted his head. It was a young woman vampire speaking in hushed tones of escape. Mithias furrowed his brow at the rush of urgency. "Who are you?" He asked. Whoever she was, she was on his side, and had brought blood. Mithias looked at the bag that she had dropped, reading its contents by its hue. His thirst was strong enough to make it difficult to concentrate, and he unabashedly stared at it. "If you're planning on maiming me, you'd better give me that blood bag first." <br/><br/>As she moved to carry out her plan and Mithias drank, he realized how foolhardy this idea likely was. He had to stop her before she got herself or both of them killed. "A plan is nothing short of suicide if it hasn't been thuroughly thought through, my would-be saivor. I see no weapons in that tight, rediculous dress of yours, and certainly not a saw. And if you are still able to cut off my hands, I would be in no condition to fight effectively. Do you have weapons outside? Blood? Have you disabled the cameras?" Mithias clenched and unclenched his fingers anxiously.<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mattias leaned against one of two walls encompassing the alley, giving his cigarette a drag as Allison approached. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Huff, you are really fast I give you that. Since you have time for a smoke I take it you know where we have to look to find our gunner. Mind telling me your plan before you run off again?"</font> He stared at her for a few moments before taking out his cigarette pack. <br/><br/><font color="#0076a3">"You want one?"</font> He asked casually. <font color="#0076a3">"Our gunner's got to be that Deon fucker, and yeah, he's here in the city. The whole place reeks of him and his kind. As for a plan? I suppose you and I could just valiantly charge in to whatever fortress of solitude he has himself locked up in. Might be a good way to die."</font> The werewolf shakes his head slowly. <font color="#0076a3">"No, I don't have a plan."</font> Just then, Mattias sniffed the air carefully. Peering towards the end of the alley revealed a regal looking man travelling down the street, a gold-topped cane in hand. Mattias recognized Cupid Abatangelo as the man went on his way, not once glancing towards the pair of mercenaries within the narrow backway. <br/><br/><hr class="bb-hr"/><br/>Cupid slowly nodded his head at Jones' words, a gesture the club owner would be unable to appreciate. <font color="#ed145b">"Certainly my friend, I will be sure to let you know if anything of the sort happens. Now, I have pressing matters I must attend to."</font> After exchanging farewells, Cupid began an attempt to bring some amount of order to his chaotic desk.<br/><br/><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="279" src="//youtube.com/embed/zlTClvZyJsE?theme=dark" width="496"></iframe><br/><br/>Cupid cursed under his breath before answering the phone. <br/><br/><font color="#ed1c24">"It's me, I'll be in the top floor suite. I look forward to seeing you in person. We have a lot we need to take care of. Sadly things will have to be put on a little bit of a faster pace now."</font><br/><br/>Lips slowly twitching into a smile, Cupid responded. <font color="#ed145b">"Excellent. I will be arriving shortly."</font> In mere moments, the vampire was striding out the doors of the <span class="bb-i">Cupid's Kiss</span>, his cane firmly in his grasp. <br/><br/><hr class="bb-hr"/><br/>It didn't take long to find Deon's complex, and Cupid stepped inside without hesitation. Time to get down to business.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/dizl-reloaded">@DiZL ReloadeD</a><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/burningcold">@BurningCold</a><br/>----The previous night-----<br/>Vladimir found himself able to sleep for the first night in about a week. Not because he was still dealing with working with teams..or even getting used to working for someone in general, but rather hi insomnia had kicked in. Alas, this sleep was not meant to last as a rather old fashioned flip phone lit up and rang on the nightstand. He slowly opened one eye and grabbed the phone, his voice sounded slightly gravelly from sleep. <font color="lightgreen">"What?"</font> Upon hearing the voice of a fellow soldier member and dealing with the usual protocol he sat up. <font color="lightgreen">"You want me with which team?...where are they? great....Plane..no, I don't care how important I am not fly-"</font> He snapped the phone shut and glared at it. Apparently he had no choice. Within the hour he found himself in a giant metal tube that decided to take flight. <br/><br/>His eyes closed while his hands white knuckle clenched the arm rests with a forced meditation. He would be fine. Peace however, was not meant to last for him. A voice pierced his concentration, a rather irritating voice coming from the person who sat next to him. <font color="pink">"Oh honey are you afraid of flying?"</font> A small snort escaped him. <font color="lightgreen">"I am no more afraid of flying then you are of your natural hair color or food in a solid state"</font> The blonde quieted down and Vlad was left to his own devices. <br/><br/>------Present day/night--------<br/>Vladimir sat as he was given the mission along with locations. He would meet with them that night, help them out. He was also told about the werewolf and the mercy that was hired on. He would be able to find them by the werewolf's scent so as not to blow whatever cover they may or may not have established. Easy enough. <br/><br/>At least, it would have been if there wasn't gun shots echoing from where the team was supposed to be. <span class="bb-i"><font color="lightgreen">great. just fantastic.</font></span> With a slightly more hurried pace, Vlad continues following the werewolf scent, which was proving to be more difficult with the layers of other scents everywhere. He slowed when he reached the clubs and put forth the effort to act natural...as natural as a man with pirate boots could be. He quickly inhaled and silently walked into the narrow back way. <font color="lightgreen">"werewolf check...where are the rest?"</font> His visible eye flicked from the two, his tone seemed almost like he was talking to himself more then them. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">A hunger grows.<br/>A Seed deep within, retching itself free.<br/>Clawing out of your bowels, twisting itself through your gut.<br/>The agony grows, ascending out as you cry out as it crawls out.<br/>The birth of desire.<br/><br/>His long fingers clacked away at the keyboard. Each stroke driven by a madness, rushing itself as his eyes fixed themselves upon the screen. The characters appearing behind the blinking bar, and as if by magic, disappearing as he furiously erased the words. Changing his mind as he continued to type out his queries only to receive denial of access. Something went wrong, very wrong. Replaying the image in his mind, accepting the laptop, wishing Mithias well, and turning around. Mithias' steps towards the car, a stride to mimic as he took his own steps back into the complex. An explosion behind him, the boom which made his head snap back behind him. The crunching of metal, the vampire's lips, the paramedics. He remembered the loss, an ill feeling as he was dragged away by the other SOLIDER members that rushed to the scene. That car-bomb, within moments the files for Mithias Varomere were redacted, pulled out of the official records and kept tighter than a...<br/><br/>The ten roses dropped in a glass vase, slightly wilted now. An assortment of flowers, yellow, lavender, coral with a single red rose blooming in the middle of the arrangement. Fresh cut? Perhaps, but certainly meaning more to him now as his visit to the hospital was met with bitter disappointment. Regretfully, it seemed Mithias was there, but never quite stayed long. But for a sire to die leaving his thrall behind? Oh how painful it was to be away from him, his presence was intoxication in itself. His scent, his voice, his form, ever present in the mind. How like shadows they flitted and lingered on, refusing to move to another thought. Obsession was it? No, this was n Obsession, this was... Devotion.<br/><br/>What lengths would you go through to stay loyal to a man? What ways would you show your unwavering support to someone who is lost? How long would you wait for his return until you decide to find him yourself? Short of digging yourself a grave beside his? Those roses would have stayed fresher longer if it were not for the crimson fluid beneath them. For you see, roses were not vampires, and did not drink blood. Yet his master would need it to recover. Yes, yes he would. He would take these dying roses to him, and feed him the blood that shall make him break free. Free from wherever it was they took him. He would be the one to do it, for he had done so many things for the sire now.<br/><br/>Those pitiful begging cries for mercy. All he had to do was tell where they took Mithias. But no, he had to make it difficult, to claim he didn't know. To shoot a man through the heart was a waste of a bullet if he knew nothing, but to shoot a man slowly to the point where he begs for his life? Torment indeed, the first bullet was simply aimed at his captive's foot, the man who had barred him from joining Mithias. The second into the knee of the same leg. The third? into his flank. Oh he had some nerve to go against the revolver, but in this twisted game, where six chambered held five bullets, there was a chance for the gun to not have that killer shot. As such the fourth shot aimed at the man's nethers was blank. But the next spot was his chest, and only tears streaming down the man's cheek could attest to the pleas of "I don't know." Another empty chamber, another spin, another click. Now with the gun pointed between his eyes, would the man press his luck?<br/><br/>Memories disappeared, neither a hint of remorse or guilt across the red-head's face as he scrutinized the screen. SOLIDER would never know. They thought he was just a desk officer. Just a lowly informations officer, stuck behind the wood looking at the monitors. Well here was looking at a monitor now. His slightly unbuttoned red shirt covered in drying blood.<br/><br/>"I will find you... Mithias..." Lucan whispered to himself in the sanctuary of his own home.<br/><br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/burningcold">@BurningCold</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a><br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"I never say no when it's about cigarettes, or beating up some assholes but that's another story."</font> Allison responded to Mattias offer as she snatched herself a cigarette. She lit her cigarette with her lighter she took out from one of her pockets and took a pull on it. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Well it's good that you know that he's in the city, but we can't go around and check every corner for his whereabouts, he'll be gone the moment he picks up that some people turning everything topsy-turvy, looking for a guy who coincidentally matches his description. Although I guess you know that already, but as for the plan I think we'll be able to figure something out once we find him."</font> <br/><br/>Meanwhile Mattias peered towards the end of the alley. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Hey, are you even listening?"</font> She asked Mattias as a man walked into the alley. <font color="lightgreen">"werewolf check...where are the rest?"</font> Allison stared at the man for a few moments before she finally responded <font color="#b0e0e6">"...Who the heck are you?"</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Well, Kathryn hadn't thought this through that well. "<font color="#0072bc">Okay, no I don't have weapons or tools. But there are no cameras on the lower levels other then the security offices, so we'd only have to worry about the main level while we make a run for it.</font>" She thought about it for a bit. "<font color="#0072bc">The security office down the hall is bound to have weapons. I am not sure what kind but useful ones hopefully. And with that most the staff has left early and the late night screw has not arrived yet. There will be no other chance for this.</font>" She was panicking, she was scared of how Deon would React when he realized where she came from, who she was related to, who was following her to this building now. Waiting for his attempt to get a good shot on the man that killed his family.<br/><br/><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>Deon met Cupid in one of the middle levels, even though he was working with allies he still didn't like too many people in his personal quite until everything was in motion. When the sparks were flying was a good way to tell who was really on your side. The floor was an abandoned storage level, a few crates here and there, but nothing much. Also being kept in reserve for a future date. This whole building was just for show until that said date. "<font color="#ed1c24">Glad you could make it Cupid, and thank you for coming in at such a short notice. But things have... changed.</font>" Deon led Cupid through the scattered crates and boxes that the floor was made up of. "<font color="#ed1c24">Soldier is now aware that I am still alive and well, but they are dealing with public distrust, an will be for a while. Which will buy me time to pull off something that hasn't been done in a long time. Something that should have been taken care of long before the Nightwars.</font>" <br/><br/>Deon brought Cupid to a long metal crate, large enough to hold a human body. "<font color="#ed1c24">I don't have the experience, or the know how to keep an empire alive. At least for long periods of time. And with most the old bloods dead, with the exception of a select few.</font>" Erickson eyed his guest. "<font color="#ed1c24">You'd count too I guess. But we are now more desperate then ever. It's like Salem all over again.</font>" <br/><br/>Deon started to casually walk around the metallic crate, running his fingers across it as he walked. "<font color="#ed1c24">It's time to put the mortals back on the bottom of the pyramid again. It's time, to bring back the one person who was able to force them into submission.</font>" He stopped on the opposite side of the the metal crate and smiled at Cupid. "<font color="#ed1c24">It's time to bring father home.</font>"<br/><br/>A few miles away from Erickson's building, the United Nations prepares to discuss a meeting Erickson could care less about. All he cares about is the security that had been provided. Some of which by Soldier due to recent Vampire activity. Still believing the shooting at the club to be an isolated incident, no one batted an eye to the small security detail of four highly trained agents. Agent number five though, had been sent on an unofficial patrol by the building's backup generator, and fuel storage. The structure is built so that if something were to happen to the fuel storage the rest of the building would be safe, but if some of those measures were tampered with there would be nothing to stop a total massacre. Fergus O'Brian stood over two dead guards wearing his borrowed Soldier Uniform smiling at the building's fire systems. With the waterlines cut off, and replaced with access to the fuel lines, there was nothing stopping the dying vampire from taking his lighter and setting the building ablaze. He found the camera that had witnessed him kill the guards with the stolen sidearm, and smiled as he lit his lighter and dropped it into the spilled fuel across the floor. The explosion would kill a lot, and burn even more. But with over 60% of the bodies surviving the blast, due to the remaining fire precautions the surviving members of the UN would demand punishment, many would demand blood. Anyone with basic computer skill could trace several encrypted messages from Soldier bases, many of which discuss events similar to what had just happened.<br/><br/>Deon looked out the window as the explosion went off. "<font color="#ed1c24">I really wished that had gone off a month from now. but resources are limited. And time is even more. But that should buy us some time against Soldier from investigating us. I have more things running in play that should keep buying us time, while rising the paranoia and distrust in humans.</font>" He looked back to Cupid. "<font color="#ed1c24">I need your help to save Father. I can get into Romania, but I don't think I can get Father out. It would be even harder if I tried to resurrect him inside the country. I need your help getting him out. If you need money to do so I will pull up what ever is needed. I just need connections, and transportation. If you do this, I will make sure Father takes note of your assistance when the mortals fall, and the fruits of war are divided.</font>" He walked up next to Cupid and looked him in the eyes, only a foot away from him. "<font color="#ed1c24">Can you help out an old friend, and his family?</font>"<br/><br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h2"><div class="bb-center">Kate Porter & Liam Kelling | Close to Deon Ericksons (Not so secret) secret HQ</div></div><br/><br/>The Cab had dropped the Vampire pair near the entrance to his complex. Quite a luxurious building in nature, but what it held would be a truly destructive in nature. They had a plan for slowing down Deon's plans while they amassed their own Army. There were only two guards guarding the power boxes behind the building. A quick blow from Kate's Katana took out the first, Liam's combat knife neutralizing the second.<br/><br/><font color="#39b54a">"Hack into the cameras, i want to know if i guys in here so i can be a bit more careful."</font> Liam whispered as he dragged the deceased bodies of the guards and hid them out of sight and hopefully out of mind. He wiped his knife off on his leather jacket, Deon would have easily tracked him with that scent lingering on him. He entered the building and stood by the reception desk. <br/><br/><font color="#92278f">"Darkness in three. two. one. You are green to go."</font> Kate said into the earpiece Liam had forced her to wear so that she could contact him if there was trouble. The entire building stood silent in darkness, it was as though an EMP had hit the entire building. the cameras would be down and the computers would also be down. Liam slipped back into the shadows <span class="bb-i">Time to find out where hes keeping his army and his prisoners.</span> He thought to himself.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mithias listened to Kathryn very carefully, paying attention to the details of weapon locations, camera locations, but also to her expressions and voice. The only way he could tell if he was being lied to was by consciously reading people. She could have been a decoy, a ploy, a game, sent by Deon to distract him, to lead him into consequence, which might include torture or execution, but she didn't come off to be acting a part. <br/><br/>Admittedly, Mithias was tired, but the girl seemed innocent. Her anxiety and emotion were sincere. He watched the way her thick brown hair moved when she talked as he considered the options. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but had an aire of strength and bravery about her that shone from within. She looked like one of those girls who would have been a best friend in childhood, who was always escaping her parents and going off to do some game with the boys, and who always knew where there were good apples to steal. He believed she wanted to help, but her impetuous nature was far too human. It couldn't have been too long for her since her turning. Her mortal family was probably still alive...<br/><br/>"An immortal life is a terrible thing to waste." Began the bound vampire. Mithias exhaled a long breath and blinked at her from under his fuzzy brows. "Even more terrible for one such as you, to die so young." His eyes showed honest concern. Truthfully, Mithias didn't like to be rushed, as it caused too much risk. More than half the reason he had survived the Nightwars, and the centuries prior, was because of his caution. He didn't have the powers of the oldbloods he was facing, therefore, planning was critical, and allies key. Of course, as of yet he didn't know if this girl had any knowledge of the past at all. She might not even have known who he was. <br/><br/>Regardless, he would attempt to reason with her. "It is a mortal's folly to rush headlong into battle, accepting an inevitable death only earlier than it would otherwise have come. But a vampire is not meant to die, not ever. So much more is lost with their destruction." Not to say a human life was worthless, they just didn't have the kind of time a vampire had. "Deon Erickson hasn't killed me yet, so I believe he won't unless he has reason to. Let us be patient. Calm yourself. A better opportunity for escape will come, and you will thank me for talking you down tonight." The blood had helped clear his thoughts somewhat. <br/><br/>Nonetheless, the girl still seemed anxious, apparently debating on dragging him out, bloody stumps and all. "Let it pass." Mithias encouraged. "If anything were to happen, anything... Neither I nor you would fair well at all. It is not worth the risk!" Settling, Mithias gave a show of calmness. "I am no less eager than you to remove myself from Deon's mercy, but now is not the time. Since we have a few moments, why not sit, and talk with me? ... Who are you, and why would you help Mithias Varomere?"<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Liam continued further into the complex before coming across a security room with a guard locked inside due to key card swiper being knocked offline because of the electrical outage caused by the pair. The Guard not being able to see Liam, did him a favour. He was still pulling on the door handle when Liam kicked the door off its hinges and into the guard knocking him unconscious. He entered the room and grabbed one of the shotguns of the weapon rack, then proceeded to bend one the steel chairs legs around the unconscious mans arms to keep him trapped.<br/><br/><font color="#92278f">"Ok, Kate where is he keeping his prisoners. Some of them may be willing to help?"</font> he said into the earpiece he was wearing. <br/><br/><font color="#39b54a">"Basement doors should be unlocked. A maid went in before we put the lights out."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Cupid was impressed. Deon had been hard at work scheming and plotting to put the mortals back in their place, and he'd done so quite effectively. But bring Father back? Now that was a concept. He'd played around with the idea before, of course, but he'd never given it any serious thought. It seems, however, that Deon had. Cupid knew that if he didn't help the vampire standing before him, he would find someone that would. That's not such a good position to be in, assuming that Father would return. On the flip side, having directly aided Father's resurrection could only serve Cupid well in the long run. He smiled. <font color="#ed145b">"I have no need for money, that I have plenty of, I assure you. But connections? Transportation? Cupid has friends <span class="bb-i">everywhere.</span> I would be pleased to provide you my assistance. I assume you have a plan, however? And if it isn't too much to expect, I would also assume that I may be privy to this plan?"</font> <br/><br/><hr class="bb-hr"/><br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"...Who the heck are you?"</font><br/><br/>That... was a surprisingly good question. This guy sounded like he was a poacher expecting an elephant that got a rabbit instead. In Mattias' experience, people saying out loud that they were looking for you only meant bad things. <font color="#0072bc">"A good question, my friend,"</font> He began, glancing at Allison, before turning to the newcomer. <font color="#0072bc">"Who the hell are you? Now I advise you talk fast because we're kind of in a rush here." </font> Mattias tensed up ever so slightly, ready for any moves this stranger may make against him or his compatriot.<br/> <br/><hr class="bb-hr"/><br/><div class="bb-center">Lucan's Computer:<br/><img src="https://pi9jnw.bay.livefilestore.com/y1mTRNC8Igyf7JiG-JZvji06SxWybK3IqipKo9EakRVhXFP41Btd1UuvINcfshUOCfLqtKl_Jrq2_5Qj-gUTz4g5QA8R9E96jQHmpWaeNWfYIg7qnaNIe2xFqSH-DCXBjkRxOc7FY0U7ntCsEcoLIFtBA/Word_startup[8].jpg?download&psid=1"/><br/><br/><span class="bb-i">Hello Lucan. I have a question for you.<br/><br/>Do you want to save Mithias?<br/><br/>If so, maybe we can help each other.<br/><br/>-James</span></div></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/burningcold">@BurningCold</a><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/dizl-reloaded">@DiZL ReloadeD</a><br/><br/>Vladimir sighed at the two. He had no idea where the rest were, but these two definitly seemed the type to work on their own. Which meant the human is that mercenary. His visible eye locked onto the two in front of him. <font color="lightgreen">"I am Vladimir and I was transferred to this team by soldier....and I'm guessing the rest of the team is....either unable to help or somewhere else"</font> He crossed arms and tilted his head.<br/><br/>This movement caused for the silver in his ear to flint and the sleeves on his grey shirt to tighten. <font color="lightgreen">"Now shall we go or shall we discuss more whom I am and not the one you are targeting?"</font> His visible eye along with a slight eyebrow arch communicates his own impatience in standing here. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The downfalls of doing your own personal investigation was lacking resources to secure your line. Yes the web was a wealth of information, but to search it was wading in a public pool, stark naked. Well not naked per say, but in a metaphorical sense, certainly bare compared to the layers of security others had. Lucan had forgone establishing such a secure link to remain offline from SOLIDER. But to do was to invite these intruders to encroach upon him. Taking control and sending a message was one thing, but with this offer?<br/><br/>Who was this James? A solider agent? Who was it that also sought out his Mithias? A threat to him? Threats would be eliminated, killed. Gutted in visceral spray of blood. They would find Lucan's hands wrung around their neck, his fingers clawing into the spaces between their ribs. He would tear them apart, and pull their intestines through their throat if he had to, wrap it around their necks and strangle them with their own viscera. The depths of dedication and devotion after all demanded he destroy all those who would dare oppose the master. So with the blinking of the cursor upon the blank page of the program executed: Lucan typed back.<br/><br/><span class="bb-i"><br/>Hello Lucan. I have a question for you.<br/><br/>Do you want to save Mithias?<br/><br/>If so, maybe we can help each other.<br/><br/>-James</span><br/><br/><span class="bb-b"><br/>Who are you James?</span><br/><br/>All the while Lucan began to run his toolkit. Running off the external flashdrive own simple programming various executables to lock into James' location via tracing an IP packet and searching the source. And if it was from SOLIDER, well he would have to find him and kill him for access to Mithias' files. The blood had dried on his collar and shirt now, but the memories of the man's death was still just as fresh. How good did it feel to kill for Mithias.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>Cupid wanted in on Deon's plan, and with reason. This whole thing was a gamble, Deon would want the same thing. But until things were more finalized the less people that knew the full plan the better. But he would be more then willing to share how Cupid plays into this. "<font color="#ed1c24">Cupid, I need to say right off the bat that if it seems I am keeping things from you, it is because I am. Sadly this is a very delicate situation. I will inform you what I can, but until more dominoes fall, there is only so much information I can share with each key player.</font>" Deon started working his way to the exit, though speaking to Cupid as he walked. "<font color="#ed1c24">I will starts with basics though, mortals have three major advantages over us. One being their numbers, two being their bullets, and three being their will to survive at all cost, their innovation sort of speak. Which sadly we vampires lack because we more or less live forever.</font>" Deon looked at his watch, he needed to make sure everything went according to plan. <br/><br/>Deon would continue part of his plan as he walked along. "<font color="#ed1c24">To put mortals in their place we need to remove at least two of these advantages. Removing their.... creativity will be more effort then it is worth. SO we have to remove bullets and population from the mix. Even out the ratio more. I was hoping for a five to one ratio. Maybe up to a ten to one, that could be manageable depending on our remaining forces after the conflict. But to reduce the mortal population, especially to that ratio we need to remove a key fixture that defines humans in these modern days. Bullets. We need to rid the humans of what ammunition they may have stored away for use, for each other, for anything. Once that is out of the way they will be no match for what ever remains.</font>" Before Deon made it back to the elevator he stopped at another container, this one was wooden. "<font color="#ed1c24">I have set up a plan, so that we won't need to worry about their bullets for much longer. The longest it should take is maybe two years. Then we can cut through the entire planet, with Father leading the way.</font>" He paused, and looked down on the crate, it was about three feet in thickness, width, and height. Though any vampire could smell that there was a strong yet strange smell inside of it. It smelled like death, it smelled worse then death, it smelled like... pure evil. "<font color="#ed1c24">Before, when Father was weak, he was taking down by a mortal. Van Helsing. But Father was weak then, at that time his presence was known so feeding was... difficult. Times were different then. Now?</font>" He smiled and looked at Cupid. "<font color="#ed1c24">We're going to bring Father back here to the city, then we're going start thinning the humans, and their supply of ammunition. Once they are spread thin, we will awaken Father.</font>"<br/><br/>The power soon cut out. Deon was expecting something like this eventually, but this building was meant to run off separate from mortal utilities for years to come. Though all the systems were new, never used. It would take time, only a few minutes to turn the lights and other utilities back on. "<font color="#ed1c24">The city power in this area is relatively stable, and if it was something outside of just this building the back up generators would have kicked on sooner. We have guests.</font>" Deon grabbed his hand cannon from under his coat. "<font color="#ed1c24">Feel free to join me, but I understand if you don't want to. As long as you help with getting Father's remains back to the mainland, I don't care what else you decide to do.</font>" And Deon worked his way down to Mithias's cell. The building was still in a testing phase, there was nothing worth breaking in for other then Mithias and the chemical weapon, which only him and the once scientist he had working on it knew about. So he worked his way downstairs. He only needed to buy enough time for the response team to get into place. Anyone that tried to leave the building other then Cupid and Deon would be executed on sight. His staff were all handpicked, some because of skills, others because of connections, but Deon was focused on Quality for this state, not quantity.<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Kathryn could tell Mithias was trying to convince her to not try and break him out, but what else could she do? How long could she stay in hiding? Her father could recover sooner or later. And with that, what will Deon do once he realizes that he turned Kathryn due to what her father had done all those years ago. But not only had this man been trying to get her to stop risking her life, he wanted to make small talk? So she gave in, as far as anyone knew she was already leaving the building anyways. "<font color="#0072bc">I'm Kathryn, but most people call me Kat. As for why I am trying to save your ass, Deon Erickson is a total dick-wad who needs to learn to control his emotions and take punishment.</font>" She sat in the chair across from him, he seemed a lot more passive them most people made him out to be. Propaganda both positive and negative did tend to do that though. "<font color="#0072bc">Though, I have more selfish reasons for wanting to bust you out. Thirteen years ago, I was turned. And I was left to starve... sort of speak... I was left in my own home with my mom, and my younger brother. I... I didn't have any control of myself. I was kept locked up for a couple days after I was turned... then dumped on my front doorstep... Less then a couple hours later my dad returned home from what was supposed to be his last tour in the Marines.</font>" She tried to keep calm, she wanted to stop now, but once she was going she couldn't stop. "<font color="#0072bc">He returned... just in time to see what I had done... He still hasn't forgiven me... I wouldn't either if in his shoes... I don't and I am in my own shoes. He's a hunter now, and he's caught up to me a few times. Each time he's.... more aggressive then the last, more excepting that I am more a monster then a living person... which I guess in all technicality is true... but the way he views it... it's... scary.</font>" She hesitated, but soon spoke. "<font color="#0072bc">I had a chance to end it all... He collapsed last time we met, I don't know if it was old age or what but his heart tried to quit on him. But instead of killing him, or letting him die, I carried him to the hospital.</font>" She looked back at the airlock, then back to Mithias. "<font color="#0072bc">That's why I needed to break you out, I was hoping you could try and show him I am not a monster... not... anymore that is.</font>" She was done at this point, she had nothing else to say on the matter.<br/><br/>Then the power quit, which should have been fine, but the high pressure room was now sealed and without the systems that regulated the room the pressure soon began to increase. In the dark she wondered what kind of system would increase pressure without power. But that thought soon left as the pressure in the room was still increasing with out power. "<font color="#0072bc">Oh shit...</font>" was all she was able to say while the pressure increase, with in minutes it would be at levels that would even kill a vampire.<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#007236">Hank Miller<br/>(Here to fuck shit up)</font></div></div><br/><br/>Even though Hank was limited on mobility after his heart attack, he was more then able to keep kicking ass. Deon was near impossible for someone like Hank to track with out resources. Kathryn though? She was easy. He could pull her face up from any crowd in the city. Once he found the recruiter, he was able to make the connection to Deon, then soon this building. Part of him was just tempted to level the building, but once he was able to get an idea for how the structure was built, it would take more explosives then a small army could carry, let alone what he could cram into his RV, maybe a semi truck packed with fuel, but even that would be debatable. So he decided to go in and finish things once and for all with Deon.<br/><br/>From his look out position he was able to see the lights go out, but he wasn't the only one. He saw a death squad of four soldiers he was guessing. Looking through the thermal scope of his rifle he could see that they all had very low body temperatures. Vampires, he almost said it out loud but doing so would give away his position. People talking was one thing, but people mentioning vampires when a vampire death squad was present caused issues. Hank wished he knew what bloodlines these guys were from. Deon sure wouldn't be stupid enough to make them all from the same bloodline. That didn't matter, he had a solution that should solve this. As long as his aim was still as good as it was a few years back.<br/><br/>Hank locked the scope of his rifle on the first death squad member, he was isolated, likely the unit sharpshooter. The others may hear the suppressed shot, but may make nothing of it until they notice their squad members missing. He fired the first shot into the vampire's head, the hollow point bullet from the high powered rifle removing a large portion of the creature's head. He soon fell to the ground with a thud. Another squad member looked over at the thud, then Hank loaded the next cartridge into his gun. The vampire that was going to inspect his squad member didn't even finish inspecting the body before he realized what was going on. Had he heard Hank working the bolt on the gun? Maybe the shell hitting the floor of the building he was hiding out in? It didn't matter, before he could speak the second shot went clean though his head too. Though by this point the other two were catching onto what he was doing. Hank was still too weak to fight them head on, he had to take care of them while he still had a line of sight on them. One tried to lay down suppression fire, but with the weapons they were using hew as too far out. When other one tried to advance he also received a high powered hollow point through the skull. He survived but he was down for the count. Hank trained his sights on the other one, but he was already gone.<br/><br/>Hank heard the footsteps behind him, but he wasn't able to react fast enough before the rifle was shot out of his hands. He sat back in fear as the vampire started walking up to him with their sidearm raised. "<font color="#f7941d">You stupid fuck, do you realize what you just di-</font>" He was cut off with a bear trap caught his leg, then he was raised in the air by a steal beam counter weight. Hank stood up with struggle. The vampire had dropped his gun, Hank just kicked it tot he side as he walked up to his prisoner. "<font color="#007236">This is going to go one of two ways. One, you talk and I kill you painlessly... as possible</font>" Referring to the bear trap suspending him in the air. "<font color="#007236">Or two, I will remove bits and pieces of you until you talk. Starting with your fingers, then I will move on to your family jewels.</font>" The vampire refused at first, but after several fingers Hank got cooperation.<br/><br/>Hank walked up to the vampire that who's face had just about finished repairing itself. Before he could stand he was sent down with Hanks Machete cutting into his back. "<font color="#007236">I am sorry our paths crossed like this, but we are both monsters in need to be removed from this planet. It just happens to be unfortunate for you that I am here to preserve, while you are here to destroy. Sadly, our paths crossed, and I was the stronger force. You can rest now.</font>" By the time the vampire had realized what was going on Hank had already started decapitating him. Normally it would take one, at most two good swings to finish the job, this time it took four. He was getting weak, his blade was getting dull, he was running out of time. after catching his breath he stood up, then put away his machete and drew his .357 with the chemical digestion rounds still loaded. He had two left, and oen was going right through Deon's head.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Liam Kelling</div></div><br/><br/>Liam made his way down to the basement, strangely he encountered few guards the closer he got. <span class="bb-i">This is definitely a trap</span>he thought to himself as he made it down to the final set of stairs before reaching the airtight room. The first door was open but the second looked closed. He attempted to open it but it wouldnt budge. it was locked because of the powers. He noticed the maid and the man stuck in the room. He started pounding on the glass. <font color="#8dc73f">"Hey. Hey. Move back im gonna try to get the door open."</font> He yelled as he began to kick the door. Again it wouldnt budge a bit. <font color="#8dc73f">"Kate i need you to turn the power on. Is that something you can do"</font> He said turning away and talking into his ear piece. <br/><br/><font color="#662d91">"Yes, But you'll have guards coming out your arse if i do. you sure you wanna do this"</font>she began to type in the command to turn the power back on. <font color="#8dc73f">"Definitely"</font> he said. <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/burningcold">@BurningCold</a> <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a><br/><font color="#b0e0e6"><span class="bb-i">Hmmm, recently transfered to our team? Either someone has screwed up and didn't tell us or he never was transfered in the first place...</span></font> Allison thought after she listened to Vladimirs explanation. <br/><font color="lightgreen">"Now shall we go or shall we discuss more whom I am and not the one you are targeting?"</font> he then replied, visibly impatient.<br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"Well you do have a point, time is runing short and we can't let the target escape, but let me tell you one thing. If you try anything funny I will paint the wall with your blood capiche? You haven't earned my trust yet."</font> Allison then moved over to Mattias and said quietly <font color="#b0e0e6">"For now let's have him around until we have confirmation from HQ whether he's a friendly or not. We could use some help anyway. Just keep an eye on him until then."</font> Now that this matter has been temporarily solved they really should get moving. Allison made a few steps, looking down the alley before she looked back at Mattias and said <font color="#b0e0e6">"Alright, do you mind taking the lead? I guess that you are better at taking up our targets trail with your senses than I am."</font> </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mithias sat motionless in his chair bearing a gentle expression as Kathryn told her tale. He shook his head and sighed, furrowing his brow as he envisioned himself reliving the pain of her memories. "You and your family have suffered a grave injustice, one that can never be made right. 13 years..." He was right, she was young, "The Blood Compact was in full affect. The vampire that did this to you should have been hunted and executed. What he did was clearly with malicious intent." He looked at her, still piecing together the pertinent details as they affected the present time. "...Unless your father didn't report it. I could see that, perhaps the reason why he would not have would be because he feared for your safety. No father ever stops caring for his child." Mithias didn't exactly fully believe this, given his own past, but it seemed like the right thing to say in Kathryn's case. The details of his own life could be examined more academically in a later discussion, should such an opportunity come to pass. He focused back on her. Kathryn's eyes looked so full of hope and pain. Her expression desperately called for Mithias' help, and he couldn't refuse it. Yet, fulfilling her request would be far more complicated than she realized. He reluctantly replied with the truth as he knew it. "You will learn quickly that mortals die, Kathryn. I other words, you do not have much time to make amends with your father. But... Unfortunately, I will not be able to show him that you are not a monster. We are all monsters. Even I am a monster, yet we are also still people. For the most part, vampires all have nearly complete control over their actions. You can chose who you want to be, Kathryn, just as you always have. What I can do is help you show your father that you are still a person and that you still love him." <br/><br/>Something triggered in the room as the lights shut off. The darkness was nearly perfect, yet both Kathryn and Mithias were still able to see. Some kind of gas started filling the room, and it was going to be a problem. "What's happening?" Mithias asked more to himself than anyone else. Realizing he needed to escape, he pulled against his arm restraints. He was locked in good. Short of taking his limbs off, he wasn't going anywhere. "I can't get out Kathryn." He stated like a fact as he struggled. "This must be some kind of failsafe designed to kill a vampire prisoner. Something activated it. Maybe Deon decided to finish me. I'm sorry you got caught in this." Truly, Mithias didn't look forward to oblivion, but hope was quickly running out.<br/><br/>A pounding sounded on the inner door. Another blonde vampire with dark eyes was there trying to get in. "Hey. Hey. Move back I'm gonna try to get the door open." He yelled as he began to kick the door. He yelled again to someone else named Kate. <br/><br/>Outside, Hank had taken care of the guards. This breakout might just actually succeed. <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>The air was getting harsh now, though with help from the outside tings were starting to look up. Kathryn could survive, Mithias may still be able to help with her father still (Despite the fact he says otherwise), and there would be little need to worry about casualties! Except as the pressure increase and the door was getting beat on the metallic moaning could be heard through the building as the door was struggling to hold the pressure back with out the magnetic lock. But before long the light soon flickered back to life on a low light level, and the pressure started to return to normal. What didn't return to normal was the condition of the door. With all the pressure it tried to handle at such a rapid rate only to be relieved so fast it was on the verge of breaking down on its own. In basics, things were looking better. For now...<br/><br/><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>The elevator was out and by the time it was back online he could already be most the way down by foot. Deon went tot he stairwell with his 500 gram hand cannon in hand, and his remade Calvary sword at his hip. He had too much to deal with, and too many <span class="bb-i">People</span> getting in the way. Once at the stairwell he climbed the railing, soon dropping himself down the dozens and dozens of stairwells, only stopping once he reached ground level, then soon working to the restricted stairwell, which led to the lower basements.<br/><br/>The lights came on as he entered the prison hall. His on duty guard was dead, but he was just a grunt. but his gun was missing. No matter, Deon's dealt with situations like this before. As he walked his way forward he saw the first of intruders, one that he struggled to remember at first, but son recognized as one of his own. "<font color="#ed1c24">Kate fucking Porter! Took me longer then I would have liked to remember my own child, but sadly you were turned with like, fifteen others. It's hard to keep track of all of you. Was forced to only keep tabs of my favorite ones.</font>" He smiled, the hand cannon was at his side, not raised but he could easily fire off a shot in the slightest of reflexes. Almost like snapping a finger. He had control, or so he thought. As things started to clear int he air he smelled yet another vampire. Though he didn't recognize who ever it was. But it wasn't important right now. "<font color="#ed1c24">Who do you have with you now Katy? A new partner to replace the one you lost all those years ago?</font>" The night crew was entering the building. He didn't need to fight his opponents, though he could win against most of them if not all. But he just needed to buy enough time for them to prepare the new chemical weapon. With the UN against SOLDIER and the world losing trust in each other, Deon was ready to deprive the human race of yet another valuable asset, the third largest factor to how they have held out so long. Bullets.<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#007236">Hank Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Hank limped his way into Deon's building. On hand he had a cane, the other hand his .357 revolver. He wouldn't last long in a fight, this he knew, but he needed to hold out until Deon was dead. Though the entire building sparked to life with the sounds of back up generators. When the lights came on though he was able to see in the sky a Helicopter. Was Deon trying to escape? Hank wasn't going to let him. He moved his way to the elevator, no front desk staff member. What was going on here? Was the building still in low use? SO low use that it didn't even have someone at the front desk? Something was... strange. Hank would worry later though, so he went up in the elevator to the roof. <br/><br/>Once up top he didn't see Deon, what he did see was a small team of vampires working on loading chemical storage containers onto the helicopter. Though the containers didn't look like standard storage. It looked like something used for distributing chemical weapons. One of the vampires soon took note of Hank, he had just enough time to collapse to the floor as bullets started buzzing by him. As he fell, he was able to get a shot off from his gun, the shot cutting right into the torso of the first vampire. If it was a standard bullet or even a hollow point, the vampire would recover, but it wasn't. The bullet soon started to eat away at the vampire as he screamed in pain. Hank cursed himself as he took not of his waste of the bullet. <br/><br/>Hank rotated the cylinder to switch back to the hollow point rounds he had loaded into it. he took aim right as the Helicopter was taking off. It was too far in the air to take shots at by the time he was able to fire. So he held fire and attempted to stand up. As he did he realized the vampire he shot had dropped one of the chemical containers. Hank made sure the gas mask he usually wore was well secure and he started walking up to it. It had a digital countdown to it, he got close enough to read it through the dark lenses. "11, 10, 9, 8..." It was counting down, he had seconds to move before what ever this was went off. Was it left here on purpose? Was it meant to go off on the building? If so, what was it? "6, 5, 4...." Hank started running, as fast as he could at least. His heart was racing, it was hurting, he had no idea if this thing would release casually or if it would explode in a cloud of smoke. "3, 2, 1, *<span class="bb-i">BEEEEP</span>*" The grey chemical cloud sprayed with heavy thickness across the roof, soon engulfing Hank and the rest of the upper building. From the outside it looked like an overpowered fog machine started to spew smoke down the sides of the building, then once it reached ground level it spread out covering everything it made contact with. Once it hit buildings ti started to climb, anyone that wasn't in a sealed room or isolated far enough away was effected by Deon's Chemical weaponry.<br/><br/>One in every thousand mortals had an airborne immunity to the virus. Then one in every thousand of those had an immunity to the direct virus. The only exceptions were the already deceased, the Vampires. The virus was dropped mainly one New York city, the far side from the UN building, intended to let survivors of that event see the horrors of the vampire based origin. The gas wouldn't last long, maybe five minutes. But anyone that took a breath would be infected by it, and soon parish.Anyone that did a chemical trace from the victims would see resemblance of the vampire genes in it, showing a direct correlation. The trust for vampires and humans would soon plummet. Forcing any sympathizers on the human side to rejoin their brother and sisters. Three more chemical weapons would be dropped on this city, two in DC, and two in London. Erickson's plan has finally reached it's next level, the beginning of the Second Nightwars.<br/><br/>Hank got up, his body in pain, his mind out of focus. But he got up. He picked up his fallen cane and limped his way tot he ledge to see what has been done. The few bystanders in the park were losing their minds. Hank was having trouble seeing through the lenses of the mask but he could see well enough as the fog cleared that something was wrong. Gun shots started going off through out the city, lots more then usual. Almost like a war was going on down there. Hank looked down again, and saw that the people once in agony were no running towards another person down below, soon tackling them, attacking them, ripping them to shreds. They were running with speeds un-human, he saw one take a bullet to the chest, then keep running. Their blood ran thick, thick as glue. They were definitely dead, they just refused to stay dead now. And Hank was forced to watch from his out-dated gas mask.<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Vladimir felt the thin line of patience he had snap internally. He shook his head. <font color="lightgreen">"I am going to explore...if you need me have the pup track me"</font> with that he gave a nod and proceeded in walking away. He tried to untangle the mess of scents and found himself rather unsuccessful.<br/><br/>That is until he heard it. The first scream as other humans charged them. It took him a moment, a blink really, before one of those..things were upon him. It it at his arm and took a good chunk out which caused for his skin to make that lovely spider noise as only a small amount of old blood sluggishly oozed out. He glared at the biter before he twisted the thing's head enough to snap the neck. <br/><br/>He inhaled the air and paused. It did not smell right...not even a little. He started following the oddness. He figured when it reached max intensity he would find his location...and he did. He did not pause as he entered the building and upon chance went down instead of up. The sight before him gave him a rather large smirk. The individuals ahead of him were all facing forward presenting him with a unique opportunity. <br/><br/>After killing most of the night crew that were headed toward deon he put one of their uniforms on over his clothes. He felt a weird need to mess with his target. He made his way to a few feet behind from before he cleared his throat. <font color="lightgreen">"the hell is going on boss?"</font> the sarcasm dripped a bit. He did not expect his little dress up game to work...just that it would catch him off guard.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Kate and Liam<br/><br/>Soon enough the door caved and fell through off its hinges. "Ok, can you fight miss? I'm pretty sure this guy just unleashed an army out here. Commander Varomere I've followed your work since the end of the night wars. I'm very impressed. I was told that if any of the SOLDIER brass were in trouble i was to tell you Soldier initiative 2249 code name white lotus." He lied, he had heard the directive while on infiltration of Kate, she wanted to know if Ashley was still alive and Liam had got that for her.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Kate was facing off with Deon. "Deon Erickson. I'd know that stench anywhere. There's a little thing called deodorant. Should try it some time." She smiled as she'd drew her gun. "By old partner I assume you mean Ashley and no there isn't anyone else with me. Maybe your not the vampire you think you are Deon, your weak. I've seem Half-Bloods stronger than you." She was trying to frenzy him. Buy Liam enough time to escape with Deons captives. <br/><br/>"You know I always felt as though my life meaning was stripped from me when you plagued me all those years ago, but now I know my meaning and it's to stop creeps like you from destroying peace between our kind and the humans." She dropped a smoke bomb filling the room with a thick white fog giving her time to sink into the shadows, the one place Deon wouldn't be able see her. "You see I may not be a pure blood Deon, but by my blood mixing with the blood of other vampires, I can do things that most vampires wish they could do." She whispered from the shadows.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/burningcold">@BurningCold</a><br/><font color="lightgreen">"I am going to explore...if you need me have the pup track me"</font> Vladimir said before they parted ways, for now. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Alright so it's only the two of us anymore, we should get-"</font> Allison couldn't finish her sentence as she got unterrupted by several screams which were coming closer. Only moments later a weird grey fog rolled towards them. You can either call it instinct or personal experience, but screams in combination with a spreading weird grey fog never meant anything good. Allison didn't waste any time, she turned around and ran away from the fog, looking for a somewhat safe place <font color="#b0e0e6">"I don't know about you but I think it's better not to breath in this weird ass fog!"</font>. <br/>As Allison exited the alley she looked around, there had to be some place. Time was running short as the fog almost reached the end of the alley. By the time the citizens have realised that this cloud wasn't your average fog and were running away from it as well. There was no more time for Allison to run away, the fog would catch up with her sooner or later. In a quick decision she ran to a car and got in. Inside was a man who was rather irritated about Allison barging in. <font color="#b0e0e6">"If you wanna live, make sure everything is closed, hope that the car has the right air circulation mode and switch it on and most of all, hope this car is isolated good enough in general and that we'll survive this."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><br/><br/>Something was 'up'.<br/><br/>It was a subtle thing. A combination of tiny little signals, in just the right order. A calculated observation that the weak or foolish might mistake for 'intuition'. The subtle scent of blood in the air, a coppery flavour that brought a grin to her face. Deep silence, occasionally broken by a slight strange sound, too soft to have been overhead by normal ears. Gunshots, far in the distance, muffled by concrete walls and artificial silencers. A tension in the air palpable enough to be tasted. Mia stalked from rooftop to rooftop, drawn to the slaughter like a mother to the flame. It was her obsession, her sole desire, a hunger that transcended the mere need for blood that drove the mindless drones among her kin. For she hunted the intoxication of death, the beauty that could only be found in the end of a life. Capturing the very moment that life fades into nothingness in her memory, an eternal tribute to those she killed.<br/><br/>Mia looked up, as she once more heard gunshots. She found herself in front of a large building complex. From the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than a large office or apartment building. Generic in every sense of the word, it was a place Mia would have usually avoided if not for the suspicious cloud of greyish gas that now bloomed from the top of this tower. Coupled, of course, with the delectable scent of blood that now strongly cloyed the air, calling out to her. It took mere moments to find the source of this perfume in the bodies of several vampires, strewn haphazardly on the ground in the shadow of the building. Mia looked from corpse to corpse, admiring as the expressions gradually became every more alarmed, as blissful ignorance gave way to sudden panic. It was a beautiful progression, a matching set to emphasize the gradient curve of fear. It was a shame they had to be vampires, humans always made for far more delicious pieces than her coldblooded kin.<br/><br/>Of course, a second site soon drew her attention. Atop a nearby building, the very walls were dripping with blood. Mia hopped over the ledge with inhuman grace, a shadow stalking the skyline. A single clawed finger reached down, dipping into a pool of blood, as Mia took the tiniest of sips. It was fresh, twenty minutes at most. Even fresher than the corpses downstairs. The scene was one of torture, a vampire had been painstakingly dismembered, their blood splattered freely to weaken them. But while one hand had been fully cleansed of fingers, the other hand still held three, and it was clear the entire process had been performed in a hurry. Being the resident expert on the subject, Mia quickly discerned this had not been an entertainment killing, it had been business. And considering the bear trap that had been used, it had been a human who had done the act. A hunter, and a hunter with a goal.<br/><br/>Mia grin as she brought her little investigation to a close, thoroughly pleased with herself. The large-looking bullet casings that littered the floor were meaningless to her, as were the gunpowder stains and the scrape marks that dotted the terrain. But torture, that was an open book to her, and what she read was exciting to say the least. Mia was never left without entertainment, there was always something to do when you're this easy to please. But hunters, they were a special toy, made all the more savoury by their rarity. Mia would swear that their hatred could be discerned from their blood, giving it an exquisitely bitter aftertaste. And this hunter was good, wiping out an entire 4-man vampire squad. And these weren't newly turned welps, either. Not to mention that this particular hunter might be involved in the mess taking place inside this building.<br/><br/>Licking her chops like a hungry wolf, Mia dropped down to the ground floor. The area she was about to enter was no doubt filled with danger, very different from the mindless cattle she usually preyed on. But danger simply added flavour to the hunt, and as mother always said, food tastes better when you've earned it. Slipping through the unlocked doors, crawling over the ceiling as she explored this large empty building, she followed the scent of the human. There was more blood in the air, and more dead. Humans, this time. Beautiful. This was going to be a lot of fun. Grinning widely, Mia darted up the stairs, swiftly coming to a rest when she heard the telltale signs of heavy, laboured breathing. Screams filled the air, and death made it's presence known. Mia's blood was pumping, her head was pounding, she could feel the excitement rushing through her body as she opened the final door, walking out onto the roof. There stood a lone figure, a single human, the slight smell of blood like an aura about him, emanating from the many slight cuts and bruises he had acquired. Mia could hear the beating of his heart, an erratic thump-thump, thump-thump, the smell of fear on his back. The smell of defeat. The smell of cattle, of prey, of weakness.<br/><br/>"Nice night, isn't it?" Would this person be a disappointment? Based on their position, Mia half expected them to throw themselves off the building on the spot. She'd seen it before, during her hunts. She had hunted down a lion, and found herself faced with a mouse. Perhaps he had been broken before she even arrived? Little did she care for the situation, even as the city began to be devoured by the living dead, but this unexpected change of pace most certainly piqued her interest. "I was just out for a stroll, and figured I'd say hi. Any nice sights out today?"</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The power came back on. The door gave. Mithias was just as imprisoned. Liam came in and said something about a code that Mithias did not yet grasp. Stuck in his bonds, Mithias did not immediately reply until he heard voices sounding down the halls of the basement detainment complex. It was Deon, and Kate, and some other voices. <br/><br/>"Kathryn. Deon has returned. You need to get out of here. It sounds like there's a confrontation going on, and I have no idea who is winning. Go. I have confidence that Erickson won't kill me if he finds me still here. I will get another chance." <br/><br/>Mithias was still shirtless since his visit to the hospital, but he looked slightly more recovered. His clawed fingertips pressed futilely against the cold metal of the chair, belying his tension. He watched as much as he could see outside the broken door to his cell, listening. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">What is the price of failure?<br/>Is it your life? In a way perhaps.<br/>But to demand payment of your life was too easy.<br/>A life which was worthless was wasted by death.<br/>But a life which once had meaning...<br/>To take that meaning away?<br/>That is the punishment fit for such failings.<br/><br/>And now as the suited man twitched upon the floor, his face pale and lips trembling, another sat in his seat. There the human's body convolved in pain, wracked in the immediate transformation as his will was drank dry. Two punctures to his skin, sharpened fangs that pierced deep the mind as the last moments of life slipped away. Without the days of rest between the feedings it was a gruesome process to watch, like slowly dying spider writhing its legs in jerky motions. It was a battle of being paralyzed within your own mind, your free will being wrestled away by the call of blood. It was a tug of war between freedom and enslavement, a battle that tore the psyche apart before fitting it back together. Yet neither the chair nor he who sat in it would budge for the doomed man.<br/><br/><span class="bb-i">Who are you James?</span><br/><br/>The message from the other end, whomever it was that Agent Rodney had sent communications too was indeed curious. in the corner of the computer screen a young man's face, with scarlet hair and wild green eyes stared intensely into the camera. Did he not know he was being watched? But alas, the old knight was not too well versed in this mode of communications, as these magic boxes were beyond his understanding. Yes, let it be said that Lord Bedivere was the typical geriatric folk when it comes to most means of modern technology. Planes, trains and automobiles, the beginnings of the era of industry was still fresh in his memory. As such agents such as James were useful in acquiring information. However this magic black book resembled a typewriter of sorts and as such Bedivere treated it as so, hoping that this boy would receive his telegram as his fingers found themselves searching for the keys to spell out his message.<br/><br/><span class="bb-b"> James is currently indisposed of. This is his superior. Tell me, what has happened to Mithias. James overdue report here appears to tell us he is missing in action. And he was supposed to keep me updated on Lord Varomere's activities in SOLIDER. His report also states you are a SOLIDER agent assigned to Mithias Varomere. Perhaps we can help each other.</span><br/><br/>The reply came, despite Bedivere's long-winded paragraph of text. In all honest mastering the art of internet communications was difficult for a man used to verbalized commands and orders. Eloquence was not the way of the web, and as such, his continuance to type as Lucan stared bewildered at the screen as words magically appeared letter by letter. To which the Red-head replied back, frantically typing away underneath before Bedivere completed his introduction.<br/><br/><span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-b"> Taken away to a hospital after a carbomb, I can't find him, SOLIDER has retracted his files. They are sealed behind a protected password. Now how can you help?</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bb-b">Gabriel.</span><br/><br/>Bedivere smiled at the chosen password. SOLIDER and their silly games, to pick that name of all names. Sure it was the selected codename for the operation, to which as Lucan typed in those seven letters, access was granted to the files. And one smiled, but the other frowned as they read the information on the screen. Vindication at last, as Bedivere massaged his temples and looked down at the still-squirming James. "Good work old boy, but now I am afraid you have earned yourself a tighter leash around your neck. Next time I want this report sent in earlier..."<br/><br/>And with that the Vampire lord stepped out of the Agent Rodney's hotel room, walking a few paces towards the elevator and pressing a button to go up. A rather lovely place, the elder amused himself as the waited for the elevator doors to open. For in his awake, a dead cleaning service lady, unceremoniously dumped into the trash bin of her cleaning cart with the rest of the refuse. He did after all ask her politely for her room card.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Deon? Who was this Deon? And what did it have to do with SOLIDER? SOLIDER the group who Mithias worked for, now betrayed him? Setting up that bomb and selling him out? Betrayed by his own people? Stupid. Stupid humans. Pitiful whelps. Lucan swore to himself he would tear them apart limb from limb from limb for doing this to his Mithias. His sire would know what a good and dedicated servant he was. Yes, whoever this stranger was who replaced James, must have been some top agent or something. Someone important, possibly even a vampire by the way he had addressed his master as 'Lord Varomere' for only vampires did this, and often those old enough to know the common respect there was with old blood. <br/><br/>But yes, he knew were Mithias was now. Or he did after some research and chasing the dog down the alley. Information was a wonderful era to be in as he prepared his gun. Yes, a gun which he had used earlier, and would use again. A deranged thrall desperate enough to consider going as a one-man army to rescues his dearest master. But wait, who was that knocking on the door at this hour? A visitor? Here? Now? Of all timing, Lucan pulled his gun to the door, ready to shoot the thing which stood between him and his Mithias.<br/><br/>"I hope you know how to drive boy. And wipe that blood off. Then we shall find Mithias." A tall pale man greeted him, dressed in a silvery-white three piece suit one which matched his long mane of hair as it draped down his back like some video game character Lucan recognized from his younger days. And yet even as the red-eyed elder vampire nearly broke his wrist in a hold to wrench the gun free from Lucan's hand, the red-headed thrall couldn't help but stand in awe of the power before him. It was not like his master, but yet still worthy of praise, down the moon-like shimmering bowtie tied perfectly around his neck. Who was this vampire lord? Obviously a lord of course.<br/><br/>Held in his other hand a black umbrella while a hotel pool towel seemed to hang off his arm as he threw Lucan back into the room and threw the white Egyptian cottons at him. To argue with this man, who suddenly appeared at his doorstep moments after talking with him over the computer? And bearing a freshly folded and scented towel with an insignia and logo from the Boston Harbor Hotel? Boston was at least a few hours away getting here this was fast...<br/><br/>"Do not keep me waiting boy. James kept me waiting, an action he now regrets."<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#007236">Hank Miller</font></div></div><br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/thewizardguy">@thewizardguy</a><br/><br/>Hank turned to meet his new host. It wasn't hard to tell sh was a vampire, a young one at that. Physically that is. The only way Hank could tell while wearing his mask how old they actually were was how they fought. Even the vampires with combat experience fighting experience prior to being turned had trouble fighting. Most the time they were not use to their bodies. And even when they were they were still sloppy for many years to come. Hank took a guess very few were able to get into a decent style of fighting until at least fifteens years after being turned. There were exceptions, the hiders took longer, ones with combat training took less time, some with determination and lots of experience or training took less, it all depended. This one seemed old enough to be a problem though. But she looked so young, she almost looked like Kathryn when she was little. Other then the fact that the little one looked like she'd murder Hank a dozen times over for fun.<br/><br/>She seemed passive for now, which was good. Hank was barely able to stand on his own. Holding his .357 in one hand, and his walking cane in the other he looked the little vampire in the eyes. "<font color="#007236">Nice sites? Not really, unless you know where to find a man named Deon Erickson? Sometimes he goes my Michele Ryse, John smith, and Michel Jordan.</font>" All those names were true, Hank had found out several of Deon's "Secrete identities" Though hard research and his connections from the Navy. Though his connections are not always reliable, he still has one friend that has claimed to have flown a submarine and crash landed it on an island.<br/><br/>Hank with the gun in his hand had a couple options, though it was lowered. He wasn't fast in his state either. The time it would take his to raise the gun she could be on top of him gutting him. And with that other then the disintegration bullet hew as saving for Deon the hollow points may only injure her, then piss her off. If he was going to make it out of this now, it was by talking to her. "<font color="#007236">Actually, are you alone up here?</font>" His heart was starting to struggle again, was it the stress from talking to her? How's that? She's no different then any other vampire he had fought.... Other then Kathryn... She reminded him a lot of Kathryn. He had to stay focus, even if he felt like his heart was skipping beats, which in all fairness was a possibility. "<font color="#007236">I guess the more important question is, who are you? And what do you want?</font>" The fog from the virus was starting to clear up. The rooftop could be seen clearly now. The ground was still thick but at least Hank could see up top again.<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><br/><br/>Mia squinted. How strange. She had expected him to shoot at her, or at least try to. And yet, even as she tensed for the dash across the roof, he merely spoke. How interesting. Was this a new kind of game? Was this a game of chicken? Was he seeing what she would do, as she waited to see what he did? And yet she couldn't read him, couldn't read his movements. His face was weary and experienced, his body cut up and bruised beyond imagining, and yet he still held himself as if he were a threat. A bloodied sheep with the stance of a lion. It was certainly a most interesting animal she'd come across.<br/><br/>The names meant nothing for her. Mia had long done away with names. When most of your 'social interaction' involved a serrated edge and a slow death, names became mostly inconsequential. She recognized people more by the way they bled than by any label they'd attach to themselves. But she humoured him, interested in the stranger's game. If he were nice, she might even play along.... "You wanna find Deon? What fun! I can find anyone, if I want to. The question is simply whether I want to." Mia smiled. It was part boast, part truth. She could track like a bloodhound, if given something by which to recognize her quarry's scent. "But you ain't looking so good. So I'm thinking that you're an easy meal for any nasty crawly monsters in the dark. No more legs to run away, no more bullets to shoot. Isn't it a good thing that it's just little old me?" Mia innocently held her hands behind her back, her claws tapping against one another.<br/><br/>Of course, just killing this guy now was boring. She'd come all the way out here to find him, after all. Hunting had two appeals. He didn't look like the type to scream, and in his current state and location she very much doubted he'd run very far. So she'd have to find a new game to play with him, something.... original. Fresh. After all, if she was going to hunt for eternity, she'd have to introduce some variety to keep it interesting. "Hey, I just had an idea for something. How about I help you find this......" what was his name again? Something with a D? Whatever. ".... the dude you're looking for. And then you try and kill him. But, if you don't manage to kill him, I get to do whatever I want with you. Sound like fun?" Of course, the odds of this guy actually killing his mark were fairly slim. Especially if he found the guy tonight. The game was rigged against him. But considering his position, he was all out of options. Her help, regardless of the consequences, was the best shot he had at walking off this roof alive, and he knew it.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The man who apparently owned the car did as Allison said and they seemed to be lucky. Their car met the requirements to keep them from being infected. Many however weren't as lucky as them. Allison thought about what to do next and tried to figure out what this biological weapon was based on looking for any characteristics she knew. Unfortunately there were no clear signs for any of the ones she knew.<br/><br/>Meanwhile a man stumbled across the road, then he spotted the car Allison an the man sat in. He couldn't get away in time it seemed, but it was a good opportunity to find out how this weapon effected its victims. The answer didn't wait long as he began to run in their direction. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Oh this is not good, start the engine!"</font> The man did as Allison said while the infected leaped on the cars hood and started to beat against the front window. <font color="#b0e0e6">"What are you waiting for? Get going!"</font> "But I can't, I'd kill him!" <font color="#b0e0e6">"Then just let us switch seats!"</font> "But-" There was not time to discuss so Allison drew her Pistol and held it against the mans forehead <font color="#b0e0e6">"Switch seats or you won't have to worry about your next paintjob anymore!"</font> Finally the man agreed and they switched seats, the front window already took quite some damage, it wouldn't be long before it shatters. <br/><br/>Finally sitting in the drivers seat Allison didn't waste any time and floored the accelerator. The infected held tight and kept beating the window. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Get. Off. My. Car!"</font> Allison yelled as she slammed on the brakes, sending the infected flying on the road.<br/><br/>The infected lied there for a few seconds but then he got up again. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Some really don't know when it's time to just give up..."</font> Again the infected charged at them but this time Allison responded and floored the accelerator once again. Seconds before they'd collide she turned on the headlights, flashing the infected momentarily. In the next moment he was run over. "Y-You just killed him!" <font color="#b0e0e6">"Yes I just killed him, because if I wouldn't have we'd probably be dead by now or end up like him. If you prefer this you can still get out the car."</font> Of course the man didn't want to die so he kept quited. "And what now?" <font color="#b0e0e6">"For now, trying not to get caught by these 'Zombies'."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>Deon noticed a few things. One, he was outnumbered. Badly. Two, he was surrounded. And three, some of his opponents were actually a decent threat to him. He wasn't enjoying his odds. But he didn't need to win, he needed to survive and make his opponents feel like they technically won. He had less then a second to evaluate the situation. He had take in front of him, who he wasn't sure what she could do so taking her on first was a poor choice, plus in all fairness she would be one of the easier ones to take on. He could smell another vampire weakly in the other room, powerful enough to be a problem but manageable if it came to it. What got him was the thing next to him. At first Deon was thinking werewolf, fit the bill. But something was off. Hybrid? Had it been successfully done? And he not known about it? Someone in his research team was getting their asses beaten for this. Then he had to worry about Mithias, if he gets out before Deon finishes everyone else it will not end well for anyone involved. Deon included. And.... Kathryn? Another of his kin down here? Double crossing for a reason probably similar to Kate's. "Oh no you made me kill my family. Bleh, bleh bleh, bleh bleh." He's heard it a million times. Each time more annoying then the last. Truth be told he was losing track of how many people he's done that too, just became a thing of his.<br/><br/>His thought processing skills were fast, but his second was running out. He needed to act fast. His six shooter could do damage, but there's no telling how effective it would actually be. Especially against his lesser known foes. But he really only had to take on one if he was smart. The Hybrid.<br/><br/>Deon bent one knee down until he was only inches off the floor, using his other leg to drop the hybrid behind him in a twist kick. While his opponent was on the ground Deon forced his hand on the Hybrid's skull, then proceeded to screw up his mind. Deon used his worst memories, at least worse if he was even remotely human. using memories from some of his most bloody wars, putting the hybrid in his Deon's shoes. Mixing up the memories so the hybrid wouldn't be able to tell his own memories from the images that Deon put in his head. Using Deon's most violent kills, his most violent moments in history. Then he used the Hybrid's worst memories, then proceeded to "Edit" them. Placing the others in the room as the ones who had caused them. The whole process too about 5 seconds.<br/><br/>Deon stood up over his new "Creation". The effects wouldn't last long, maybe a couple minutes, then they'd be able to sort out fact from fiction. But for those two minutes, everyone else would have to deal with him. "<font color="#ed1c24">Have fun mortal lovers. I have work I need to accomplish.</font>" Then he left, leaving the antagonist of his story to have fun with each other.<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Deon was warning Kathryn to leave, she wanted to, to did she want to. But leaving when there was only one door out would be.... difficult. But she was starting to hear the scuffle outside too. Things were getting intense and chances are she wouldn't be able to do much. But should she really leave him? Then the first gun shot went off, then a second. "<font color="#0076a3">Alrighty then, have a good life, don't die.</font>" Then she ran off down the hallway to see the thing she had been trying to avoid, her Father.<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#007236">Hank Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>The young vampire made a deal with him. The way Hank saw it she could kill him no matter what, but she wanted to make something out of it. Get some kind of entertainment. Hank hated those kinds of vampires the most. But Hank was dying, and he was running out of time. If he got the chance to kill Deon Erickson before he died he'd take it. No matter the cost. "<font color="#007236">Tell you what, you help me get to Deon, you can have what ever is left of me.</font>" Then he proceeded to the elevator. "<font color="#007236">Just make sure I get to shoot him.</font>" Then down he went. Not caring about his own life, the lives of everyone dying outside, only about Deon Dying.<br/><br/>Getting down to the basement was easy, seemed most the guards so far were dead or missing. Which is good, Hank had one bullet to spare. And that was for Deon Fucking Erickson's face. Deon was on top of another man when Hank entered. Right as he stood up Hank leveled his .357, making sure his disintegration bullet was aimed right for his heart. The head was guaranteed kill but Hank's hand was getting worse as he tried to move. "<font color="#9e0b0f">BOOM!</font>" Hank's gun screamed as he fired. Deon had just turned in Hank's direction, not having time to react to the speeding bullet. Nor expecting it. Though the bullet didn't hit Deon's heart, it went right into his shoulder almost separating it as he struggled to stay in one piece. Now his focus was broken, the effects form his mind game would be cut short. But Deon looked at his left arm with a look that was mixed with hate, confusion, and just plain shock. He was still able to react with "<font color="#ed1c24">Mother Fucker!</font>" Deon was armed though, his gun was in his right hand, fully loaded, and ready to fire.<br/><br/>Deon raised his 500 Gram revolver from his hip and fired once into Hank's Chest. The massive bullet cutting right through Hank's vest and flesh, then out his back. Hank dropped to his back as the bullet pulled him away from Deon. Hank still aliveish on his back, was able to look past Deon, past the crowed, past his own anger, and see his little girl once more. Though he didn't approve of her outfit, he overlooked at because he had another chance to see his baby girl.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">As his mind was messed up Vladimir snarled. He tried to get a hold of Deon's arm, but failed. He was taken back to his worst times and given new horrible memories. To the point where all he was seeing was red. <br/><br/>As Deon left, Vladimir stood his eyes red with anger. He snarled and in seconds, a large white werewolf stood in his place. He roared, the sound laced with pain and anger...and a touch of confusion. His ears flat against his skull as he stood. It was the calm before the storm. His tail swisher back and forth as he waited for the first to charge him...the first to make him more angry. The first to cause him to begin.<br/><br/>His tongue slid along his maw and he shook his head before snapping his mouth and roaring again. He shifted his weight from one foot to another before he snapped again. His mind was clouded with the memories and they were all he was focused on. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Kate Porter & Liam Kelling</div></div><br/><br/>Kate watched as Vlad changed into his werewolf form. <span class="bb-i">I dont have time for this. That fucker is getting away.</span> she had to choose. Stay and fight with the others, or chase Deon. She didnt feel confident fighting Deon alone. That was until she noticed the next man on her list of potential allies. Hank Miller. She ran by the Werewolf making sure not to antagonise it and grabbed Hank by his shirt collar, dragging him away and into cover. <font color="#662d91">"Hank Miller i suggest you stay down and hide. Your no use to me dead"</font> She said drawing her pistol and continuing to follow Deon.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Liam had walked over to the clearly injured Mithias Varomere and have knelt beside him. <font color="#39b54a">"Commander Mithias Varomere. My name is Special Agent Liam Kelling from SOLDIER Black ops unit Raven four. Formerly under the command of Sergeant Katya Moreno during the nightwars. I have you on my list of possible allies to help with a small vampire unit i have been embedded in undercover. Our units job is to kill or capture Deon Erickson before he can complete his plans. I know you may not have the strength to talk so i want you to blink once if you understood and agree to help or blink twice if you decline the offer to help take down Erickson, once and for all." </font> He finished as he heard the roar from outside the door. He pulled his own pistol from his holster beneath the jacket he was wearing. He looked back down at Mithias and waited for the blinking signal.<br/><br/>Meanwhile elsewhere...<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3">Sgt Ashley Harper | SOLDIER Central HQ</div></div><br/><br/><span class="bb-i">"It appears as though citizens in new york city have begun to bludgeon each other and are tearing people limb from limb. Reports are coming in that this began happening after an explosion, likely to be a biological weapon. We also have reports of people being shot multiple times and still continuing to run at their attacker. some are blaming SOLDIER for this attack. more reports when they come in..." </span> The CNN news reporter on the TV spoke with such confidence, how could she be so calm at a time like this. Ashley threw the TV remote at the tv hitting it with out doing any damage. "<font color="#fff200">"Ash calm the fuck down. We'll get that fucker for everything he's done."</font> Sonja yelled to Ashley. <font color="#2e3192">"Fuck that, im dealing with this here and now. Im gonna kill that bastard for what he did to Kat, to you, to me, to the US and to Kate. He's gonna beg me to kill him when ive finished."</font> and with that she stormed out of the barracks. <br/><br/>she went straight to the Generals quarters. <font color="#2e3192">"General, i have no doubt you've seen the news. I want a unit to go and help civilians not affected by this. i need maybe fifty men. twenty five to secure a location and twenty five to go kill the bastard that caused this shit. I have a lead that suggests that its Deon Erickson. Let me go and help.</font> she said making it clear she would not take no for an answer. <font color="#ed1c24">"Go but Hunter stay here. we will send chinooks to pick up survivors."</font><br/><br/>she grinned and left the room for the barracks. <font color="#2e3192">"Ok, i want fifty men outside in the Humvees ready to move. Hunter squad your staying on base, always gotta be marine on deck we used to say."</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Taking his advice, Kathryn ran out of the room. In truth, Mithias wanted to go with her. He wanted out of this cell. He had to find out who had tried to kill him and why, and more importantly, how they had gotten a bomb put inside a Soldier car. But even more than that, Deon had said something about a plan, something big, that humans were going to "run out of bullets." More than likely Deon's ridiculous plan would fail, but the tension it would cause, the unrest and distrust, could plunge the world back into a nightwar. Mithias struggled again. He really was going to have to sever limbs to get out of this, unless of course someone pulled the release switch for him, wherever that was. He heard more voices, then gunfire. The scream that came afterward was undoubtedly Deon's, followed quickly by an expletive and more gun fire. Mithias heard what must've been Kathryn after that. <br/><br/>A light haired young male vampire ran into the room, saying something about a blink code. Certainly the situation was for more involved than Mithias had thought, what with all these other agents showing up. Even he might be in danger if Deon decided he'd rather have Mithias dead than allow him to be rescued. Mithias look upon the young-looking vampire and replied wearily, "Get me out of this chair, please." <br/><br/>Mithias wasn't surprised that Liam knew who he was. All that mattered was that Liam wasn't trying to blow him up. The sounds of an enraged werewolf filled the chamber as Vladimir lost it and went completely beast mode. It was beyond time to GTFO. "Agent Kelling was it?" Mithias blinked his yellow eyes as he stared down the hall expectantly. "I need you to find the release mechanism for this contraption I'm in, and I need it yesterday. Cut me out of you have to." It was a rare sight, but in that moment, Mithias looked just a little bit afraid. <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Kathryn pushed past the person over her father. She wanted a chance to see him one more time, with out a gun to her face. The bullet that Deon shot had cut right through Hank and his vest. "<font color="#0072bc">Oh my god, Oh my god?! Daddy?! What do I do? How do I fix this?!</font>" She never took any major medical courses, at a young age she was trying to study law. The only thing she knew in medical was basic CPR training and some simple stuff her dad showed her between his tours. "<font color="#0072bc">HOW DO I FIX YOU?!</font>" Hank was in at out at this point, losing blood rapidly. Kathryn saw only one way to save her father's life.<br/><br/>Kathryn grabbed her father's arm and bit into it. Hank reacted... sharply. "<font color="#007236">What the fuck are you doing?!</font>" She wasn't sure how to react to this other then backing off. "<font color="#0072bc">Saving... your life?</font>" Hank looks at the bite wound on his arm. "<font color="#007236">Are you... Are you trying to turn me?</font>" Kathryn was hesitant to respond. "<font color="#0072bc">Yes?</font>" Hank had a look of confusion and disappointment on his dying face. <font color="#007236">You've been a vampire for over ten years, and you don't know how to turn someone? It's more then just Biting into them violently for crying out loud. If that was the case the vampire population would be tripled, at least!</font> he looked at the bite wound again. "<font color="#007236">I mean, there's venom Kat, you can't just go biting people expectin'... expecting them to... to turn...</font>" He passed out at this point. Too weak to stay awake. Anyone with sensitive hearing could hear his weak heart was struggling to pump what blood remained in his system.<br/><br/><div class="bb-h1"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#ed1c24"><span class="bb-b">Deon Erickson</span></font></div></div><br/><br/>Deon has seen a lot of things in his time. Disintegration bullets were not one of them. Though he has seen someone try to use them, but they burned up in the gun causing all sorts of problems for the user. The one that had hit him though had about removed his arm. Still was trying to remove his arm. He would need someone to re attach it once the acid stopped working its way through him. In his condition he was bound to be followed. He didn't have the staff to hold the building. No, he didn't even have the funds to pay them anymore. Too many people knew about this place now, billions of dollars, gone. All of it, just gone. The amount of vampires he would lose trying to retake the place would cost him greatly. He had back up plans in case. But they relied too heavily on other factors. And so far things were going so wrong.<br/><br/>Deon her the foot steps behind him. Fast, but not paced. A young blood probably. Deon stopped long enough to let the young blood get in arms reach. Then as she passed by by him Deon reached out with his good arm and grabbed her neck raising her off the ground. "<font color="#ed1c24">You tried to follow me alone? Even with my handicap that's a big problem for you.</font>" He looked at her for a moment. "<font color="#ed1c24">You're one of mine, I want to say your name began with a <span class="bb-i">K</span>. Was it Kathryn?</font>" He hesitated. "<font color="#ed1c24">No, same initial sound. Kate? Ya Kate's the name.</font>" His grip was strong, but he had no intentions on killing her. "<font color="#ed1c24">Are you ready to help serve your species? Kate.</font>" He smiled, his other arm barely holding onto it's respective shoulder. But that didn't matter, he now had in his possession a vampire from his own blood line. Someone he could use to raise father.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Kate grabbed hold of the hand Deon had around her throat. When she realised the grip would not easily release she let go and grinned beginning to laugh. <font color="#662d91">"You think that everything your doing is in the best interest of our species. Ha. Your dumber than i thought. By the way just thought i'd let you know that Im not even a vampire entirely of your bloodline any more. so good luck raising daddy Dracula with a mixed blood. Or at all cause this bitch aint staying"</font> The entire time she had been talking she had slowly been taking her dagger and gun from their respective holsters on her belt. Deon would have been too distracted to even notice her taking them out. She quickly stabbed Deon through the wrist then fired two shots into his stomach. As she was dropped she began to run back to the fight. back to liam<br/><br/>MEANWHILE<br/><br/>Liam looked around the room there was no release switch and Mithias was welded to the chair. <font color="#39b54a">" I recommend covering your head and keeping low."</font> he placed the barrel of his .44 Magnum Revolver against one welded piece of metal and fired 4 consecutive rounds into and through the metal. He did this to all 4 binds on the chair. The metal was barely hanging on at this point, leaving Liam to just yank it off so Mithias could stand. <font color="#39b54a">"Can you walk Commander?"</font> </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Kilo Point, Tennessee. SOLDIER Headquarters. Declaration of Emergency: Official Statement to the Press. General Marcus Feonix steps up to the podium and is introduced on screen.<br/><br/>A well-built military man with grey hair and blue eyes places his hands over his notes. "The Soldier organization has always existed to uphold the Blood Compact and maintain peace and security between the species since the end of the Nightwars, and for many decades, and with the help of vampire agents, we have been able to uphold that duty. However, recently, there has been a surge in vampire and other supernatural criminal activity and contract breaking. It is regrettable that our long-lived and immortal kin have forgotten the value of peace, and many have begun to return to the old and corrupt ways historical to their kind. It is Soldier's responsibility to respond to that, and to take measures appropriate to respond to terrorist vampire activity. <br/><br/>In light of the recent attack on a nightclub in London, where Soldier Elite operatives were present, the bombing of the UN building by an unknown Soldier Elite operative, and the recent murder of Elite Commander and project creator, Mithias Varomere, it is with both regret and a heavy sense of responsibility that I must announce the dissolution of the Elite Program within Soldier. The Soldier Elite project is hereby suspended. All vampire Elite agents will be required to turn in their weapons and equipment and badges. They will be discharged with honor in remembrance of their years of service since and including the time of the Nightwars, but no longer are their gifts and lives required to uphold the Blood Compact and bring contract violators to justice. The human species has grown enough in technology and understanding to be able to protect ourselves, and no longer can we justify the risk of arming supernaturals that have been proven to occasionally have ulterior motives. Human agents will now be able to qualify for the Elite rank and special weapons on a volunteer basis... <br/><br/>In regard to the very recent bioterrorism in New York, Washington, and also overseas in London, I will also make a statement. Soldier has declared a state of emergency and is diverting all resources to containing the spread of the virus and hunting down the vampire terrorist responsible within our boarders. Our doctors and scientists have already begun work on finding a cure for the viral disease, yet it will take some time. Unfortunately, during this time, Soldier will be forced to suspend its investigations into any anti-vampire breaches of contract until the viral outbreak is eradicated and the perpetrator is captured or killed. We encourage human citizens to defend themselves as necessary in any vampire confrontations. <br/><br/>Of course, we also recognize the survival needs of law-abiding vampires in this emergency situation, and we highly encourage all vampires to commit themselves to local feed-sanctuaries or "camps" where you will be protected and spared from facing the penalties of uncontrolled, criminal feeding, which may include capital punishment... Human citizens should remain in their homes until this crisis has passed." <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Vlad's eyes clouded somewhat with the hint of illness. Shaking his head violently, he did not notice the escape of one vampire. Foam spilled from his maw like a large mimicry of cujo. A small amount of blood tinted the foam to add to the gruesome maw of the bestial version of Vladimir. A roar erupted before he drags his muzzle on the ground for a moment...his victims all but forgotten.<br/><br/>That is until gun shots catch the attention of the beast. Ears swivel and a nose twitches as the sickened brain switches back to predator mode. Walking on all fours without a hint of sound Vlad seems to appear out of thin air behind Liam. A snarl eachoes before teeth almost gently closed on Liam's throat and shook him violently back and forth before tossing him against a wall. <br/><br/>The beast then turned his attention on the other vampire. A snarl erupted as the beast tackled the older vampire bloody foam and drool oozing onto him before another head shake caused a small amount to go other directions. A moment then passed before an odd sound comes from the beast...a whimper. The virus seemed to be..unpleasant. A sharp head shake and the beast refocused a snarl ripped through the white wolf's throat. He seemed to pause then... Clouded eyes unfocused as if a part of him was fighting both virus and mind change.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Mithias watched anxiously as the young white-haired vampire urgently went about the room looking for any kind of control device, but found nothing. The only option was to try shooting the welded bands that locked Mithias' arms in place, a resolution the older vampire was just going to have to accept. He frowned and grit his teeth as Liam pressed the gun point-blank against the weakpoint of the metal strap. Just as he was about to protest the angle, Liam fired, wasting no time. Mithias jolted at the blast, barking a cry of pain just as Liam realized the bullet had glanced off into Mithias' thigh. Fangs bared and eyes squeezed shut as Mithias stretched his maw in a silent scream, stifled to the best of his ability. Fury in his eyes, he gave curt correction in a hushed, harsh tone, "Aim AWAY from me. Ghrrrh." A red glow dimly filled his eyes and he was taking bigger breaths now. "Continue... Do it." Mithias braced himself and Liam continued to blow apart the rest of the bonds with minimal collateral damage. <br/><br/>Finally free, Mithias used his arms to pull himself up and stand mostly onto one leg. "Good Agent Kelling. Help me walk until I heal. We can't wait for it." Then, just as Liam was about to position himself to assist his lame commander, Mithias caught a glimpse over Liam's shoulder at the very last second. Behind him was the massive face of the enraged white vampire-wolf who had stealthy closed the gap to its first target. Not even Mithias had noticed him until just now. In the microseconds that followed, Mithias' yellow eyes widened and he gasped, but it was too late. Huge fangs closed around Liam's neck from behind, muzzle covering whole neck and shoulder as Vladimir easily lifted and shook the young vampire. Blood sprayed the walls, and Liam's body was thrown mercilessly by the massive beast. <br/><br/>Mithias staggered back. He was wounded and defenseless, cornered in this accursed cell. Not even Liam's guns were within reach. He looked defiantly into the werewolf's eyes in those last seconds, searching for a reason, for some connection with the beast's soul. He didn't know him, nor why a wild and free werewolf of the north with such power would come to kill him, of all vampires. Maybe the wolf simply hated vampires and was taking an opportunity. Mithias couldn't blame him. Was this then to be his end?<br/><br/>There was no time for any more thought before the frothing monster pounced him, easily driving Mithias onto his back. Mithias reached into the soft white, bloody fur, gripping against muscle with his own claws, yet his strength was nothing to this animal. He froze, expecting to die, yet the werewolf hesitated, and did it... whimper? Inches from his face, Mithias stared at it, watching its confusion when suddenly, something happened. In the moment when he thought he would die, in a very split second, he could read Vladimir's mind. He was suffering, both mentally and physically, and he didn't really... want to kill everyone. <br/><br/>Another snarl ripped through the white wolf's throat, and Mithias braced himself to be torn apart. <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Liam lay bleeding at against the wall, the life draining from his body slowly. He grabbed the gun from his side and attempted to fire it at the beast but it just clicked away not firing. He threw his weapon at the beast attempting to distract it. He took his knife from his belt. <font color="#ed1c24">"Hey, Beast boy come fight me. Is a cripple the only one you can kill"</font> he yelled pushing him self from the floor. His shoulder and neck were bleeding heavily. <br/><br/>It was as the beast was distracted that Kate ran through the doors, she noticed Liam bleeding and Mithias about to be eaten by the big bad wolf. She ran and jumped onto the beast stabbing it into the neck of the beast repeatedly. <font color="#662d91">"Commander, i recommend you take Liam and run. This wont take a minute and it will be very messy."</font> She bared her fangs and bit straight into the Wolfs neck.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Vladimir's jaws started to go to Mithias' throat, but he paused as a bout of pain wracked his body. Another whimper as his mouth shut and dragged on the floor next to the vampire. The foam luckily had stopped so it was no longer getting all over the older vampire, but now his regular blood was sitting his mouth. The dark almost black ooze that seemed sluggish and thick dripped as the new scratches on vlads muzzle healed. The most fascinating part was the small spider like sounds that are heard as the wounds heal. <br/><br/>Vlads eyes meet Mithias' and seem to ask for help...Vlad fought against the mind and the virus, but could only do so as fast as his body healed. Which while fast, still was one hell of a sickness. This was quickly interrupted by Liam tossing the gun at him causing him to snap his attention to him and snarl. He slowly stepped away from Mithias and started to walk to Liam, but was jumped by Kate. <br/><br/>As Kate stabbed him ooze sloshes out and spider like noises were loud as the wounds healed. He did not seem to even wince from pain, but instead seemed to get rather irritated. He snarled then roared as she bit him. He stood up at full height flipped, then slammed his back into the floor with her on him. He then got back up on all fours and reached for her...dragging her off of him and letting her fangs trail a large wound on him. The blood was getting thicker and the spider like noises were loud and rather eerie. His attention went fully to Kate. Those clouded eyes showing beastial wrath. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Anger. Anger beyond ire, beyond wrath. There will be a price to pay, and for the sake of one city, they would surely tremble beneath him. How dare they play against him? Did they not know what would become of them? How he had shattered the phone within his hands, crushing it like an ant within a god's palm. What dire news did this wireless contraption gave? It was impressive to say the least, yet for the invisible birds which carried forth message to and fro, perhaps it was not magic to the youth who drove this obviously lackluster vehicle. A wildly lost thrall as a chauffer? With a vampire Lord sitting the back tapping idly against the handle of his umbrella. Technology was for the younger generation of vampires. Those who lived as long as Bedivere had often had to play catch up to fit in with modern times, yet who could blame them? How hard is it for a man to change what he knows? Try to tell him to hold hands left over right when he has always held them right over left and you shall understand his discomfort.<br/><br/><span class="bb-i">Sir. The Ravens have left.</span> London has fallen it seemed. Fallen to an attack of bioterrorism as he witnessed amateur recording of his nation's capital being attacked. Though he cared not for the dumpy little city of London, with all the history behind it was a crown jewel of his collection. Despite the rotten pit it was, it held no candle to Camelot which was safe, tucked away far from that dreary city. A mockery of the true greatness of the greatest kingdom upon this Earth, now it fell apart as a bioterrorist seemed to release a plague upon the metropolis. How the attacker managed to evade everyone and everything, detection, documentation, surveillance, any sort of trigger warning that would have foiled his plot was on the front of his mind as he held bits of metal and chips remaining. The scene around him was no different though as humans began to kill each other on the streets. The bioweapon it seemed has struck here, and news broke that D.C. was also attacked. Fortunately there were precautions for these things put into play in London at least such that the government would not collapse.<br/><br/>It mattered not how many humans fell and rose, sick cattle would be burned, as the British Isles knew much about crazed cows. And a self-satisfied smile flashed across his face as his accomplice mow down the fleeing humans. Lucan was all too ready to see his Master it seemed. Ah, Mithias you rascal, sowing your wild oats. Right into the heart of the storm, Deon's hideout.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The generators died. The electricity snapped off as Deon's sanctuary darkened. The building now an open field for the vampire lord to unleash his frustration. Deon was the perfect target, and his lackies? Well, they merely got in the way. Between the erratic firing of Lucan at whatever moved, and the quick glint of Bedivere's blade cutting and stabbing his way through a river of blood. Quickly dispatching anyone that would dare to stop the Elder. Yet the writing on the wall was clear. It was here, this den of destitution did the virus find its launch. Though grossly unfamiliar with the sciences that created them, this place of Deons, with all the Draculian vampires gathered here and ran before his angered appearance, the guilt was in their eyes, and fear within their hearts. Also, Lucan in his moments of lucidity when seeing that Bedivere took care of most of those who stood before them, giving Lucan a few shots at the pathetic whelps that clung on to their slashed necks with dying gasps the mercy of a bloodlusted thrall, managed to tap into the central feed of the building to find where Mithias was and as well as Deon.<br/><br/>Ah priorities, priorities. Mithias was first, and then he would deal with that pathetic excuse for a Draculian vampire. And Bedivere knew Dracula, came over to England looking to harvest. Bought up Carfax Abbey, although that returned to Bedivere's retention since his passing. As old and powerful as he was, mere mortal slew him. And now London, poor London, collapsing in on itself, as its Knights were away.<br/><br/>"Remember Remember, The fifth of November..." Bedivere recited, Sing-songy as heads lopped of shoulders and rooms were torn apart. In the darkness he grew stronger, but now with Excalibur brandished? Oh how the sword swallowed up the light as he made bloody way through with Lucan desperately trying to keep up behind.<br/><br/>Sounds of gunshots echoing down the corridor as Kate, Mithias, Liam and Vladimir could hear the two approaching. The Elder's voice finishing the verses of the now-infamous tonepoem. A cry for revolution, a cry for anarchy, how ironic that it was this man of all men to sing it as he threw the headless body of a vampire dragged from gods knows were in his hand at the foaming werewolf. A dead mass thrown aside like a ragdoll, hurled to knock as his flourishing entrance. Finish of course with a flick of his wrist to catch a lock of his white hair back and rebutton his unusual white suit.<br/><br/>"Making new friends and pets I see Brother."<br/><br/>And then poor Lucan rushing up to Mithias. The Redhead throwing his arms around his master and almost tackling him to the ground.<br/><span class="bb-b">Drink of my blood Master</span> begged his frantic voice, losing himself entirely as bloodlust turned into mindless devotion. Mithias was in no condition to fight, and Lucan offered himself up with his neck so willing placed against those lips.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><br/>((sorry for extended absence.))<br/><br/>It was a ruckus. The kind of mess that Mia usually avoided. The entire scene was decorated to her taste with bodies and gore, and yet she could very much tell that she was not in charge of the situation. Here, in the presence of so many other vampires, she was not on top of the food chain. She looked up at the big guy. Deon. He was the guy her toy had gone to hunt down, and the guy she'd promise to help him kill. Now in his presence, Mia was fairly content she hadn't been dragged into that fight. The guy was obviously an older vampire, whereas she herself was relatively weak. With the element of surprise, a bit of luck, and some preperation, maybe she could take him. But that was a big maybe, and a bunch of advantages she now sorely lacked.<br/><br/>Hesitatingly, Mia looked over to where her new toy had gotten himself killed. It seemed some other vamp had already claimed him, although it was clearly a newblood. The new vamp seemed to be related to Mia's new toy, based on her extensive use of 'daddy' and apparent emotional attachment. At this point Mia could easily have slipped away, sliding off into the darkness to return to her usual routine. But perhaps the usual routine had become boring, stale. And she needed something to spice it up. And she had rights to that corpse, after all. 'you can do whatever you want with what's left of me'.<br/><br/>Mia tapped the new vamp on the shoulder, as they incompetently attempted to turn their dying father. She gave her best smile, and gestured for the new vamp to get out of the way. "Clearly, ya don't know what you're doing. If you're gonna turn 'im, you've got to do it proper, or you just end up with a dying thrall." Of course, Mia was no expert on the subject herself. Her particular style had prevented her from ever considering siring another vampire, and she didn't hang out with her kin much. Even moreso than other vamps, she was a loner. However, unlike newbie over here, she'd been paying attention when she was turned, and knew what to do. "Now, I got dibs on this guy. So you just make sure the big scary man doesn't bother me, and I'll have your daddy up and killing again in no time squat." With this reassurance, Mia set to work on creating her very first Vamp Junior.<br/><br/>Kneeling down beside the corpse, Mia extended her claws. Most other vamps used the teeth, and maybe she could as well if she wanted to, she wouldn't know. But she chose to stick to what she knew, and leave the experimentation for later. Reaching up, she stabbed Hank in the heart, her hollow claws penetrating the wall of muscle that surrounded it. The neck was nice, but the heart was faster. And when you didn't need to use your teeth, it made the whole thing less awkward. Counteracting her instincts, Mia reversed the flow of blood through her claws, injecting her own blood into Hank. It had to be enough, and she had to make sure her blow to the heart was what 'killed' him. Or at least she was pretty sure that was important. Could be she was doing this all wrong. But hey, better to try and fail than to have never tried at all, as mom would have said.<br/><br/>Of course, this would take a moment, and either Kathryn or Deon might very well intervene. If nobody else with a stake in the matter appeared on the scene, that is. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The fear, the carnage, the agony and desperation of the twisted memories he witnessed through his brief connection with Vladimir were enough to pin him to the ground as much as the weight of the massive werewolf already had. Not to mention, Mithias had never done this before. But in that brief moment, Mithias realized that Vladimir wasn't acting of his own will, but out of instinct, pure adulterated, manipulated instinct, and that he was inconceivably ill. Mithias saw flashes of ocean, a ship, a woman, and scene after scene of vicious murder. Surely some piece of information would tell him what to do to get through to this creature.<br/><br/>The fangs never fell, and the werewolf's attention was drawn off while Mithias sorted out reality from the information he had gained from mind-reading. Liam had taunted the beast from his puddle of blood on the floor, but before that scene could play out, Kate appeared in the doorway shouting to "take Liam and run," and "this won't take a minute..." Mithias couldn't believe what he was seeing as he scrambled to his feet. This little grey-haired vampire girl launched herself atop this horse-sized monstrosity like it was a damn rodeo. Ah, the fearlessness of the youth. It was so often their downfall. Obviously, and immediately, her relatively tiny form was dislodged. Of course it was true that she could only have bought Mithias and Liam seconds of distraction at best and only at the potential cost of her own life. Yet, she was without question fully willing to do it. She must have been wildly overconfident, suicidal, or blindly in love with Liam. <br/><br/>Springy, spiderlike, sounds snapped from the werewolf's wounds as he tore Kate off his neck. Seeing how quickly that happened, Mithias knew he wasn't going to be able to move fast enough, not with Liam in tow if the insane beast didn't want them to escape. Kate would be dead by then as well. He had to try something else. If he could just get through to the werewolf, to Vladimir...<br/><br/>"Vladimir..." The name rang like a bell in his mind, and suddenly the winds stopped and the storm lost its fury. The waters calmed and the deck finally stopped rocking sickeningly back and forth. The screaming, which screamed, and screamed, and screamed... faded like an old memory, obscured by time. Vladimir could think again, his emotions stabilized, his thoughts becoming clear. Where the hell was he again?<br/><br/>If Mithias' heart could race, it did. He knew he had done something to Vlad and had crossed a line he wasn't sure he wanted to cross. Had his defenses gone down? Why was he suddenly able to do this? He trembled at the thought of being vulnerable himself and drew his psychic energy back within his walls like a rabbit scurring into its hole. Hopefully, he had reversed what Deon had done, but the implications of what had just occurred were disconcerting to the 700 year old vampire. Who might he become?<br/><br/>The casting of a headless body announced the arrival of one Lord Bedivere of Perfect Sinews, Knight of the Round Table of Camelot. Not a spec of blood marred his pristine white suit, which perfectly matched his eyebrows and hair. Mithias felt his attention irresistibly summoned by that familiar voice. He looked over, shirtless, shot in the leg, and gaunt in his need for blood. Oh what a relief it was to see Bedivere, his brother in blood and oath, and ally, yet the heroic knight's visit had not been expected. Mithias was familiar enough with the oldblood to detect the heavily veiled ire in his voice, but he had no idea the magnitude of events that had occurred since his attempted assassination. "Brother." Mithias replied in welcome. He was pleased to see Bedivere yet obviously still confused and uninformed. There would be much to discuss. <br/><br/>Then, from behind Bedivere, a child ran up to Mithias, or rather not so much a human child, but a child to Mithias himself, a child in a vampire's eyes. The vampire blinked as the blinded youth ran into him, embracing him protectively and possessively, pleadingly... Mithias allowed this, sensing no malice from the lad and knowing Bedivere could have, and would have, stopped him if it were necessary. With a gentle furrow in his brow, Mithias placed a hand behind Lucan's head and hushed him. It was a sudden lull in the battle that had been going on just until that point. A quiet fell upon the room. <br/><br/>Yes, fresh blood was tempting, but curiosity was the stronger. Red hair split between dirty white fingers as Mithias slowly drew Lucan back to behold him. With his thumb, he wiped a tear from under Lucan's green eye, and the mortal began to calm. "It's alright. I know you. You tried to revive me after the explosion. I remember you now, and I see you've become tainted with my blood. I am sorry for what it has done to you." Not knowing what exactly to do about this new thrall of his, Mithias held him and looked to Bedivere. He spoke again, "Lucan," for he innately knew his thrall's name, "I will help you. I will not abandon you, and I will not kill you. You deserve better than that. But you must stay close to me and obey me, otherwise I cannot guarantee your safety in my world." <br/><br/>"Agent Kelling? Agent Porter." Mithias needed to communicate with the squadron that had come to his resque. He kept a cautious eye on Vladimir as well, and he had yet to see Mia, Kathryn, and what was left of Hank outside. "Are you alright?"<br/><br/>Outside, all humans in an X radius were dead or dying as zombies. There had been a lot of them within and around Deon's building in particular, probably because it was ground-zero for the release of the virus, but there was also, another reason. Sir Bedivere and Lucan had lacerated and shot a number of them on their way down to the basement, but little did they consider the disproportionate population.... Upstairs, on the middle level, unseen and unbeknownst to the rest of the world, a true horror was arising. Masses of zombies clamored against each other in the hallways, all mindlessly trying to get to the same location, the storage room. <br/><br/>The ceiling of the storage room was high enough for the mountain of bodies piled on top of each other. They were all dead, truly dead, fresh zombies drained of their blood and no longer moving, and in the center of it all, was an opened, empty box. <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><font color="#f26522"><span class="bb-b">Sasha O'Neill</span></font><br/><br/>As alway Sasha sat in her chair staring out of the window in her small office. Her eye's trailed the skyline of Montreal, folloing the boats that sailed through the harbor one at the time. The end of her pen had been chewed on so many times it was damaged so much, it would not be a suprise for it to break any moment. With a sigh Sasha took the pen out of her mout and smashed it on the table before walking towards the window. <br/><br/>Her co-worker looked up before scratching his head, giving an odd smile.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''what bothers you, lassy''</font> He said teasing her with a nickname he gave her for her scottish heritage. She turned around and glared daggers at him, in wich he responed by diving under his desk teasing her some more.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''ay I am a lassy, got a problem with that. LADDY''</font> she said in a heavy accent, one she normaly hid from the outside world. <br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''but now I am serious again Sasha, what bothers you?'' </font>he said climbing back into his chair before pushing himself towards Sasha making good use of the weels underneath his chair. <br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''look at this raw material, it is the same story as always. Jean, again a feel-good story'' </font> Sasha complained as she pushed the raw material in his face. Jean opend the document and read its content. <br/><br/><span class="bb-i">-Woman donates her blood to save vampire. <br/>-Local studens have brought in an idea for a bloodbank for vampires.<br/>-Young love blossems, can a man love a vampire?</span><br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''againa and again we write about humans doing good things for vampires. Accepting our diferences, bla..bla...blaa.<br/>Why can't we write about, well lets say a vampire who fights for soldier and safes hundreds of lifes.... like Mithias''</font> <br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''Keep on dreaming sweety, as if the hero vampire Mithias would ever let himself be intervieuwed'' </font>Jean mocked before coninuing to write on his article.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''maybe he will, maybe he will not. But there are other vampires I can get an interesting interview out off''</font>Sasha said taking up her pen once again.<font color="#f26522">'' I just got to find them''</font> Once again her pen found its way to her mouth, a habbit she had when she was stuck with writing. This time however the pen decided it has had enough of her abuse and promptly bursted open in the mouth of Sasha. Black ink found it's way on her tongue and the bitter taste of it made Sasha spit it out. A trail of the ink had flown from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. Her lips as well were coverd by the black substance as she looked around a tad confused.<br/>on the other side of their shared office Jean laid on the ground from laughing.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''No need to find them lassy, the way you look now you could be a vampire yourself'' </font>he said between the laughingspurts in.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''ha ha, very funny''</font> Sasha said wiping the ink from her face, with her cheeks red of embarrassed.<br/><font color="#f26522">''Just you wait Jean, I will become a first class, world famous reporter one day''</font><br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''and until you are you and I are both stuck in this lame office'' </font>Jean said Climbing back into his chair for the second time that day, still bursting out in a small laugher from time to time.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">'but not for long'</font> She thought as she looked out of the window again, dreaming of fulfilling her dream.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Kate pushed herself up from the floor. <font color="#92278f">"I'm good, i couldn't say the same for Liam though."</font> She said looking only bruised and battered. As she looked over to where Liam was once stood, he fell back against the wall. He was bleeding from multiple wounds and he was bleeding heavily. He looked pale, even for that of a vampire. He needed serious medical help and soon. <font color="#92278f">"Shit, someone come and help me with him."</font> She shouted, darting across the room to where he had fallen.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Elsewhere in the city<br/><br/>The few Helicopters Ashley had been provided had been completely filled with the troops that SOLDIER were sending to help clean up NYC. As soon as that was clear they would move on to other ground zero zones. <font color="#0072bc">"Ok, everyone here's how this is gonna go down. Teams two and three are gonna move and secure the school. Team four are gonna find the launch site. Team one including me will head out to search for any civilians or SOLDIER operatives and send them to the school. Any questions? no lets move out." </font> </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Vladimir was growling when he stopped. Frozen in place by his name being spoken. His mind being fixed. He had wanted help, and it would seem he got it. The wolf coughed before looking at his paws a slow realization dawning on him. This realization resulted in his brain not acknowledging the new comer nor the body that was girls in his direction. It was simply too busy coming back from the place it had been in. He slowly looked at Liam with a look of horror. He shook his head and coughed again before the wolf became the...man. <br/><br/>Vladimir took off the uniform he had stolen revealing his usual attire underneath. He hadn't even noticed the other vampire or the body until he turned. He shook his head and made his way to Liam. <font color="lightblue">"Shit. That was me wasn't it."</font> he inhaled as he ran a hand through his pie bald hair. <font color="lightblue">"I am sick...so my blood won't help. But I do have a spare shot of animal blood. Highly concentrated."</font><br/><br/>He pulled a syringe with dark liquid in it and open Liam's mouth. He shot the liquid into his mouth knowing it probably wouldn't full help, but it was something. <font color="lightblue">"We need to head toward a hospital. I can grab blood there."</font> as he spoke to both Liam and Kate he seemed calm. As if he wasn't freaking out over how he just tried to maul everyone. <br/><br/>He looked over at Mithias and noticed the caution in the vampire's eyes. A look he knew all too well. He nodded to him before standing and inhaling a bit. As he inhaled he ended up coughing again. <font color="lightblue">"Damn. Whatever this is sucks. Now...we need to get out of here. Liam needs that blood....and I might need some too relatively quickly or else my other side will show itself."</font> his grey eyes seemed slightly darker...a hint of red. The warning sign he seemed to be built with showing when he would snap with blood lust. Compared to the wolf side, his vampire side was much worse and the side he hated most.<br/><br/>As he looked at Mithias he managed to realize there was not one but two new comers in the room with them. He blinked and looked at the new vampire first. <font color="lightblue">"who the hell are you?"</font> Mentally, he was scalding himself for not seeing the new comers sooner. His head turned as he coughed again, the cough racks through his body and a small amount of deep red black ooze spatters out onto the floor. His focus goes back to the new comer again as he inhaled to recover. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><font color="#f26522"><span class="bb-b">Sasha O'Neill</span></font><br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''yushhh, freedom''</font> Sasha said when her digital clock changed from 16:59 to 17:00. Her boring day of work was over and she knew excactly where to go and relax for a bit.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''see you tomorrow Jean''</font> She said while putting on her old fashioned coat. She had always liked old fashin clothing, especialy those from the victorian era. Today as well she wore a light brown dress and a dark brown corset, her neck hidden by a high collar tied together with a red ribbon. In the beginning she had gotten quite a few weird looks from her colleagues but she ignored it and soon everybody got used to her weird fashion sense.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''see you tomorrow''</font> Jean said walking towards the head editor's office. He had written his feel-good story of the day and was about to give it to the editor's department. Again a story on how good humans are at adapting to those strange creatures we call vampires. Not even a hint towards the fact that there are many vampires working to keep the peace as well, doing there best to live their life with humans. Sasha hadn't written a thing today but she was okay with that, her last article was so popular it had given her some time with the editor department, she could deliver hers a day or two to late.<br/><br/>With a sigh she stepped into her volkswagen beetle and drove to the old harbor area. There she stoppen infront of an old building, from within you could normaly hear the happy chattering of the people, and vampire's. The place was called, Harbors End and had gained the name of the best unknown pub around the harbor. It had a romantic and cheerfull air to it, wich got empathized by the fact that both humans and vampires alike could come here for a drink of beer or blood. The locals and regulars of the place soon gave it the loving nickname Beer & Bite.<br/><br/>Sasha laid her hand on the door pushing it open, hoping to at least hear some laughter. Instead she was hit with a wall of silence so painfull, you could feel it cutting into your skin. Once she pushed open the second door she saw the bartender/ owner, Aunty Barbra. She was a vampire turned just before the night wars ended. Instead of getting greeted cheerfully with a 'want a pint honey' Sasha now got greeted with a serious face looking at the tv screen that hung in the corner of the pub, the rest of the regulars looking at it as well. <br/><br/>''Sasha, love come have a seat'' Robert, the human husband of Barbra said pointing at an empty chair besides them. Sasha took place her eye's glued on the screen. What she saw terrified her to the core, inmages of chaos. Something weird was going on.<br/><br/>She saw some girls cry clinging to their human or vampire boyfriends.<br/><br/>''there has been an attack, they say vampires are plotting another night war'' One boy said<br/>''I don't want that we fought so hard for this peace only to have it shatterd like this'' A vampire girl said, her eye's hinting towards an angry red.<br/><br/><span class="bb-i">''and now lady's and gentleman we will go live towards SOLDIERS Official Statement to the Press'' </span> The news anchor said as the tv screen showed another scene all of the sudden.<br/><span class="bb-i">''here you see General Marcus Feonix, apparently he will give the statement''</span> The man mentioned before it became silent. Then the general began his speach. <br/><br/>It turned out that not only New York had been hit by an attack Washington and London had also fallen victem to this gruesom terrorist atatck. Sasha looked around herself. Why could the rest of the world not get along with one another, just like within the walls of this little pub. Her friends vampire and human alike, all under one roof, making merry and drinking together. Sasha felt a tear running down her cheek as her phone whent off. she looked at who the caller was and picked up the phone.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Jean''</font> she said with an broken voice.<br/><font color="#00a99d">''You have seen it as well'' </font>He said hasted. <font color="#00a99d">''Dammit''</font> He cursed, he as wel was a regular at beer & bite and even met his best friend here. Said best friend sat in the corner of the pub, seeming paler than he normally was and then to mention he is a vampire as well.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''where are you?'' </font>Jean asked with haste, Sasha could hear the shifting of gears on the background.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Beer & Bite''</font> she said still listening to the next shocking announcement.<br/><br/>''They are putting us in camps'' The vampire girl with the reddish eye's said while standing up. ''are they nuts'' She screamed hysterical, a tear flowing down her cheeck as well.<br/><br/>''Sabriye, I will not allow you to go there'' her human boyfriend shouted as he pulled her in for an hug.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">‘’Sasha I am coming to pick you up, I have all our equipment already in my trunk. We Will be in the big apple in 5 hourse max’’ </font>Jean said hasted as Sasha stood up.<br/><br/> <font color="#f26522"> ‘’calm down everyone, Don’t lose hope. We are going to fight this on our own ways. Jean and I will go towards New York and see what we can do and ofcourse write and publish. When I come back I want to see everybody happy again within the walls of this long forgotten pub, Beer & Bite’’ </font>Sasha said in an attempt to raise the hope again. A sad but determend smile played on her lips as her cheeks blushed from the warmt in the pub. So much love and kindness in one place.<br/><br/>‘’Go get them girl, write the best god dammed piece you can ever write’’ Robert called out as did the res, following his footsteps.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">‘’lets go Sasha’’</font> Jean said rushing into the pub. He trew a quick glance at his friend giving him an nod.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">’’Yes lets go’’ </font> Sasha said laying her hand the silver blade she had hidden within her corset. If she had to she would personaly drive this though the heart of the vampire or human who caused this mess.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522"> ‘’Lets write a headline’’</font> She She said while stepping into Jean’s mercedes Benz, high fiving Jean when she sat down.<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>"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.<br/><br/>"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. <br/><br/>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. <br/><br/>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."<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The car has kept Allison and the original owner from getting infected. Meanwhile the concentration of the airborne virus was thin enough to not being able to infect people anymore. Whatever this biological weapon was, it seemed that it drives anyone crazy who breathed in this weird mist. Something Allison hasn't seen or heard about before. <br/><br/>The car was already running low on fuel back when Allison got in at first and now it had come to a halt. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Tsk. Great, out of fuel."</font> It was then when she spotted the silhouette of a person walking towards them. The light of a nearby streelamp revealed that it was a man in his mid 20s with blood stains all over his body. It was another infected. <font color="#b0e0e6"><span class="bb-i">That's all we needed.</span></font> Allison reached for the car doors handle. "H-Hey what are you doing? You can't open the door we will die!" Allison stopped and looked back at the man <font color="#b0e0e6">"We are sitting ducks here, staying here would mean certain death."</font> after she said these words she opened the door and stepped outside. <br/><br/>She walked in front of the car, with her pistol in her hand she waited for the infected to come closer. As it was coming closer he sped up, blindly charging at Allison like the last one. Wanting to end it quickly this time Allison took aim for it's head and as it was only a few metres away she pulled the trigger. The bullet went right through the infected' head, causing him to stumble backwards. To Allisons surprise that shot wasn't lethal to the infected, who continued it's charge almost immediately. Allison responded with a couple of shots but they didn't faze him. As the infected was almost face-to-face with her, it took a big swing and tried to leap at Allison. She barely dodged his attack and instead it hit the cars engine cover, leaving a remarkable dent. The man inside probably has to change his pants when they get out of this alive. <br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"Shit, what is this guy?!"</font> Her shotgun would probably be more useful, but it wasn't certain if she could finish him off, also she left it in the car.<br/><br/>Drawing her machete she began to circle the infected waiting for his next attack. Just one mistake could mean death, she had to place her strikes carefully. Removing its fist from the dented cover the infected turned around and stared at Allison who taunted the creature. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-h3"><div class="bb-center">Sgt Ashley Harper | NYC | 2100 Hrs</div></div><br/><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Hider" type="button">Hider [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mkp8ZdQ9SqI" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">youtube.com/watch?v=Mkp8ZdQ9SqI</a></div></div><br/><br/>The Helicopter containing Ash and her men passed the school as two other helicopters dropped off the SOLDIER teams that would act as a safe haven for the non infected. Ashley's team was dropped at the Elite Squads last known position which happened to be the Night club turned Gang front for Mr Jones. It wasnt long after the final SOLDIER operative had disembarked from the Helicopter that Ashley heard shots being fired not too far away. <font color="#0054a6">"This is Hunter Actual to any SOLDIER operatives on this frequency. If your reading this radio transmission please reply back with the appropriate code word."</font> She said into her radio, knowing that the correct answer would be FLASH.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#f26522">''Sasha O'Neill</font></span><br/><br/>Sasha had laid her head against the window of the mercedec and stared outside. The past 5 houres had gone by in a slow pace, yet flew by as fast as a jet plane. She and Jean could already see the skyline of the big apple. <br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''concrete jungle were dreams are made true, there is nothing you can't do'' </font>Jean said as he pointed to the empire state building. Helicopters flew around and there were even some people fleeing the city already. <br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''It looks like a scene straight from the first night war''</font> Sasha mentioned taking a picture from within the moving car. She sighed as she looked at the picture.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''Blurred?'' </font>Jean asked. Sasha nodded as Jean drove into the city. Then all of the sudden they found a roadblock forcing Jean to push his breaks to the limit.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''dammit, wich smartass found it a good idea to build up a road blockade just around a major turn'' </font>Jean cursed as a armed swatt officer came to their way.<br/><br/>''Entry to the city is currently forbidden, we kindly ask you to leave'' He said. Sasha opend her purse and pulled out her press cards together with those of Jean.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Montreal Daily, we were send here to cover the attack on New York'' </font>She said while the officer went through their papers.<br/><br/>''No one I allowed to enter'' The officer said stern, returning the papers to Sasha.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''we have a right to enter, free press is allowed to go into danger zones to report. We were trained to deal with warzone press, and are fully aware of the dangers. Now please let us through''</font><br/><br/>''No one is allowed to enter. Orders from higher up. Now get out or I will arrest you for resisting a evacuation order'' The swat officer said moving his semi-automatic assault rifle.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''alright we will move'' </font>Jean said putting the gears if his car in R and turned the car around. The officer still watching them.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''can they arrest you for resisting a evacuation order?''</font> Sasha asked looking at the city from the corner of her eye.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''They can for a matter of fact, but only if you intentionaly obstruckt the evacuation and bring the lives of others in danger''</font><br/><font color="#f26522">''with other words, we found a loophole and we can enter the city''</font> Sasha smirked.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''as long as that Kerchak over there won't find you, then yes you absolutly can'' </font>Jean parked the car far out of sight from the gorilla swat officer and grabbed some equipment. <br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''here you have your walkietalkie, your portable camera and mircophone. Your writing equipment, and please buy yourself a tablet anytime soon, writing is outdated, and well, I though you could use it''</font> Jean said holding up a Compact semi-automatic Smith & Wesson. <br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''how you even get your hands on them is a secret I am afaird I will never find out''</font> Sasha said hugging jean from within the car while he handed over the gun and ammunition.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Hold down the base, everyone at Beer & Bite is counting on us, we might be civilance, but we can be hecka annoying if we have to be''</font> Sasha offerd her hand as Jean grabbed it as well<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''For liberty''</font><br/><font color="#f26522">''for knowledge''</font><br/><font color="#00a99d">''for the free mind''</font><br/><font color="#f26522">''for the headline''</font><br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">‘’just go, I will process whatever information you send me’’ </font>Jean said and the door of the mercedes opend, Sasha stepping outside.<br/>As fast as her low heels could carry her she sprinted into the city, making her way through the crowds unnoticed.<br/><font color="#f26522">’’Jean, do you get a clear vieuw on this, OVER’’ </font> Sasha asked talking into the WT. Her camera was rolling as she approached a huge crowd of people, all being stopped by a man with guns, she was unsure if they were from the American army or from SOLDIER. <br/><font color="#00a99d">‘’Yeah I got this, how is it down there, OVER’’</font><br/><font color="#f26522">’’there is an tension hanging in the air, these people probably have loved ones within the quarantine area and ar waiting for them, OVER’’ </font><br/><font color="#00a99d">‘’can you get closer? OVER’’ </font><br/><font color="#f26522"> ‘’not from here the area is closed off, OVER’’ </font><br/><font color="#f26522"> ‘’I am going to search for another area, I will cease communtications for now, I will contact you every half an houre. If I do not….well it was nice working with you, OVER’’</font><br/><font color="#00a99d">‘’Don’t say that lassy, I won’t accept anyone other than you as my colleague. ‘’</font> Its was silent for a while before Jean spoke again. <font color="#00a99d">‘’Be carefull, OVER’’</font><br/><br/>Sasha smiled as she heard his last comment. She put her camera back into her bag and her WT as well, she made sure her bag was closed properly before she tried to sepperate herself from the crowd. She silently cursed herself for wearing a corset today, it blocked her movements a tad to much for her taste. She walked into a allyway near the crowd and climbed over the fence. Jumping down and running before anyone could notice. She ran around the maze of allyways that made New York to a concrete jungle. Only to run into a rather handsome man after a awhile of navigating herselfs. . He had a uncommon hairstyle and his gey eye’s seemed to radiate anger. Sasha wasn’t so sure this man was human and juding the potential danger of the sitation she better be carefull. She held her hand above her gun, wich was hidden under her skirst, held up by one of those holders you see in western movies. When the saloon girls are being harrassed and they show that they are armed.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''good evening''</font>'<br/><br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a><br/><br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/ojo-chan-42">@Ojo chan 42</a><br/>Vladimir had felt the build up of thrust. His vision had started to haze with the red of it and he took the moment to run. He got the heck out of there seeing no other choice and not really wanting to beat up the people in there any further. He kept over fences with ease, his grey eyes deeper in color with red becoming more prominent.<br/><br/>Then, he stopped. He felt he was far enough away to be safe. Apparently, that was wrong of him to think. A woman approached him...he did not know her name. His eyes darted to the gun and his head tilted. The movement causing his earring to glint from under his hair. His eyes slowly moved up to her face then back down to her neck.<br/><br/>He hadn't had human blood in so long. He quickly looked back down. <font color="lightblue">"Evening. I would hope you do not wish to use that....toy on me"</font> He shook somewhat as he resisted the urge to gently tear into her neck. He would not, he had given that up so long ago. It was like a past drug addict getting exposed to the drug they had given up cold.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"> "Really? Is that the only greeting you'd offer me?" Bedivere seemed to be more than slightly disappointed. "A man travels nearly three and a half thousand miles across the pond and needlessly slaughters a bunch of henchmen to be hardly recognized? Or introduced..." The dark lord's wit still as biting as ever, far more so as he twirled his blade around, the swinging Caliburn, gyrating around his wrist as the darkness it produced ate away all the remaining lights within this room. And the darker the room was, the most powerful Bedivere would be, a threat to whoever annoys him to set off his rage over being attacked.<br/><br/>"If you don't know who I am already you lowborne-Mutt, then you are not important enough in the hierarchy to know." A rather off-putting remark, cutting at Vladimir who would have been hit with a projectile dead weight of body. Sure it was only what would have been a light toss given Bedivere's current power, but a sixty kilo body would still be a formidable mass at low speeds. Enough to at least ground you had you not realized it was coming. Quite possibly enough to knock the hybrid back and clear the way for Bedivere to conduct his business, nevermind the other two, nor Lucan who was far too overjoyed with being with his sire.<br/><br/>Today was going along swimmingly. If you were swimming in a pool of magma. It was surprising then as how to Bedivere could remain so seemingly calm despite having London attacked. Perhaps it was years of training, or stoicism. Or just the façade of barely restrained anger waiting to be unleashed on the poor city of New York. Or was his mind already thinking twelve steps ahead? Using this tide to his advantage to his benefit? What was a mere city to thirteen? An excuse to wage war has been brought to the table. A need to overthrow the established status quo, impetus for him to act and seize this opportunity. Thus what was there need for excessive rage? For in loss there is much to gain.<br/><br/>"London has also been attacked it seems. Will you not rally in its defense Mithias?" Taking off the white bespoke suit of his and tossing it over to Mithias. "Do clothe yourself though good chap, you are above the fashion of Lord Shane." Although given the nature of the suit itself, should it fit Mithias so comfortably as it did Bedivere? The elder after was a man of refined tastes and did have his attire customized to his measurements. Perhaps as jacket for some modesty, if Mithias can pull off the look. Not that Lucan cared, for to the poor redheaded boy, Mithias was a god to worship. Already obeying his master's voice, the beck and call to be at his master's side, a shadow a step behind him.<br/><br/>"Solider is not a place you'd want to visit Mithias, after all who do you think planted the incendiary device in your vehicle? Certainly not me, but my top agent, well former top agent, has uncovered a lovely cache of information on Solider's betrayal. Your new boytoy here has it uploaded into his magic box, as for me, I must retire back to the Isles soon and have no time for a proper natter. Visit if you wish, although I will have some dealings here in the Colonies to deal with Deon..." A rather long speech as the elder vampire began to walk towards the door after Mithias and friends, passing the younger knight along the way. Wherein the darkness could afford him speed, the vampire lord took his time here, savouring each moment.<br/><br/>And then they felt it. The call. The summons.<br/>The whisper and beckon, just as how Mithias' voice lures Lucan.<br/><br/>"Oh. Well then. It appears we shall be gathered at Carfax soon enough. Just like old times hrm Brother?"<br/><br/>White turned to black, and upon feathered wings the warrior departed.<br/>A new dawn would greet them, and with it a new war.<br/>There into the night, the knight raven sung:<br/><br/>"A pint of beer to wash it down, <br/>And a jolly good fire to burn him. <br/>Holloa, boys, holloa, boys, make the bells ring,<br/>Holloa, boys, holloa boys, God save the King!"</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Sasha didn't dare to move as the man scanned her body. He seemed hungry and dangerously close to giving in to his need. She recognized the way he looked at her, though it was the first time Sasha had been the one that got looked at. She knew all to well that this vampire was preying on her. For a reason unknown to Sasha he held back his desire to bite.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">" if I do not need to I will not shoot. Even if you are a vampire dangerously close to bloodlust"</font> Sasha said calm as she moved her hand away from the gun.<br/><font color="#f26522">" but then again I do not think my bullets could stop you"</font> She commented looking at the muscles the vampire before her possesed. <br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">"Sasha, half an houre passed. Still alive love?, OVER"</font> the voice of Jean sounded through her WT. A tad startled Sasha Jumped a bit before taking the WT from her belt and pressed the button.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Still alive Jean, I stumbled upon a surviving Vampire. I have an idea that might bring me closer to where I need to be. I shal inform you soon, OVER''</font> Sasha hooked the WT back on her belt and made her way towards the man while untying the red ribbon around her neck.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">'' Sir, my name is Sasha O'Neill and I am a reporter for the Montreal Daily. I specialize in vampire articles and have come to NY to cover the attack. I have yet to reach the source of the chaos, wich I intend to find. I would like to strike up a deal with you seeing as you are in need of some, we can both profit of this.''</font> Sasha said having stopped with aproaching the vampire man. She didn't wanted to get to close.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">'' I need your help getting to the centre of this all, I want you to help me reach it and tell me everything you know regarding the attack. In return for your help I will let you drink my blood until you can move around and we at least can have a civiled conversation''</font> She dared to say. She wasn't sure about this. She had donated blood before, so she had gotten used with working with a bag of blood missing in her system. But then again.....to be bitten is something compleatly different. To late she had already offerd this, and she had a headline to write.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''My offer will not stand in the event your bite can turn me into a vampire on the first bite, I'd rater stay human for a while longer''</font><br/><br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/ojo-chan-42">@Ojo chan 42</a><br/>Vladimir wearily watched the woman in front of him. He chuckled at the comment on bloodlust. <font color="lightblue">"my dear you have no idea."</font> it was getting hard to breath. He switched to inhaling through his mouth to prevent her scent from getting to him, but the sound of her heartbeat was like the sound of addiction calling for him...taunting him.<br/><br/>The sound of the voice made him jump. Startled, he managed to recompose himself mostly. <font color="lightblue">"a reporter...in here...with this mess. To think I thought I've seen it all. Vladimir"</font> he did not offer a last name as usual...especially since the family line of old had a bit of a reputation. <br/><br/>He listened to the offer and chuckled. The chuckle turning into a bit of laughter. He regained himself again and met her eyes. <font color="lightblue">"you are falsely believing I am a full vampire. I am not. Being that I am what I am...even if I wanted to I cannot turn you. I also am....the human equivalent to a vegetarian. If I give in now..."</font> he inhaled and shut his eyes momentarily. <br/><br/><font color="lightblue">"I feed on animals. And considering I just came from the source...I can say you would not survive that."</font> his eyes opened slowly to reveal a more rust coloration. He was close to snapping, but he was managing to control himself. </div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><font color="#f26522"><span class="bb-b">Sasha O'neill</span></font><br/><br/>Sasha listened to the not-really-a-vampire Vladimir. He was interesting to say the least. A vegetarian vampire, he could serve as a good source material for a special article. <br/><br/>With a sigh Sasha looked down, she knew he wasn't going to take her to the source of this all. She tied her red ribbon back around her neck, making sure the collar of her dress was a tad higher than before.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">"excuse me for offering the deal then. I didn't knew there would be a vampire who would live from animal blood."</font><br/><br/>She opend her bag and searched for something. When she found it she pulled it out of her bag and walked to Vladimir. She handed him a small white business card. Her office, work, phone number and e-mail were printed on them. <br/><br/><font color="#f26522">"if you ever feel like I can interview you than please give me a call. I think the readers would love to read about your story"</font> she said with a smile before distancing herself again from Vladimir. <br/><br/><font color="#f26522">" and for now the best I can offer you is a ride out of town, we can drop you somewhere near the Niagara falls. I know there are a lot of deers in that area. So in return please do tell me what you know. What happened in there?"</font><br/><br/>Sasha notices the change in his eyes. It was dangerous to stay in his presence but she was sure that if she were to run away he would snap completely. And she wasn't exactly planning to find out what would happen if he gave in to his need to feed.<br/><br/>Seeing as she was the only human around.....<br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#ed1c24">Deon Erickson</font></div></div><br/><br/>After getting stabbed, shot, surrounded, and having his building compromised, Deon was pissed. After bracing the remains of his arm to the remains of it's respective shoulder the loose limb was finally taking to it's old home. Still weak, still damaged, but it shouldn't fall off too easily now. At least half his security staff was dead now, the other half scattered and too thin to do much. His potential base was in chaos, he could try to retake it later with a small tactical force. But that would take time, time was not something he had available to him. He no longer had the funds to build a new base, he had other facilities but non as efficient as this one. Or as home like. No... He could recover from this. Yes, things didn't go according to plan, but he still had a lot left. Soon the debt he had on his technical Nine Lives wouldn't matter. He would be leading his new army to overthrow the mortals once and for all.<br/><br/>Erickson made it back to his living area where he kept his personal weaponry. His blades, rifles, more bullets, and in case, some explosives. With his trench coat, and what tools he figured he would need, he was ready to go. Once he was about to leave the office he heard something... no... someone. Someone that brought joy to him like a parent returning from war, a college kid getting their tuition paid for in full with out debt, a child trying sweets for the first time, an old war monger who's ticket to freedom just awoke. "<font color="#fff79a">To me.</font>" was all the voice said through it's message. Deon didn't need to be an expert to know where it was coming from, or who it was coming from.<br/><br/>Deon ran back into his rooms to grab an old suit that he had salvaged over the course of years. Something his father should appreciate. Too years to find the right and authentic fabric and to make it fit. But he had it now. Deon took the stairs holding the nice clothes from the late 1800's to give to his guest, trying to hide the excitement he had within him.<br/><br/>Once in the storage level he saw the one thing he had been waiting for his entire life. Ever since he was turned he wanted to meet him. When he heard of his death he mourned for years, when he recovered his remains he felt so much relief that he prepared operations to overthrow the human race even before the original Night Wars. "<font color="#ed1c24">Father.</font>" Deon stood in shock for a moment. Then doing the one thing he knew how to do, take orders. He knelled before him, and awaited his next mission.<br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Kathryn stood by as the other vampire tool over in trying to save her father. Though he had already lost a lot of blood. Even vampires could bleed out. At first it seemed turning him was working, he started waking up. Soon screaming in pain as his heart failed to keep up with the transformation and soon quit. Kathryn stood in shock as her only remaining family had just passed. Now, he lay there, blood across the floor, half turned, dying part way through the process. "<font color="#0054a6">I... I...</font>" She was speechless. She didn't know what to do, what to say, part of her body was telling her to cry, but she couldn't. She even wondered if vampires had the ability to cry? "<font color="#0054a6">D...Daddy?</font>" She tried to speak again. barely getting out the one word. At the age of 59 years, 11 months, and 29 days, Hank Miller had passed.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/kurai-assassin">@Kurai Assassin</a><br/>The infected let out a roar of anger before it again charged at Allison. With a smile on her face she let him come closer waiting for the exact moment. Enraged enemies like this infected man are easy to predict. As the he was already standing in front of her and tried to punch her, she made her move. In a quick move she cut off the arm of the infected and got behind it. While being a bit irritated about this sudden attack and its arm falling on the ground, the infected lost track of Allison for a few seconds, a few seconds too much. Before it could even turn around Allison had already decapitated it with a quick strike. She put back her machete and moved over to the car as she heard Ashleys voice through the radio.<br/><font color="#0054a6">"This is Hunter Actual to any SOLDIER operatives on this frequency. If your reading this radio transmission please reply back with the appropriate code word."</font> Allison actually didn't know the codeword and she couldn't remember if they ever told it her or if she simply forgot it. <font color="#b0e0e6">"It's about time you guys show up! Be careful when you touch down, someone used a Biological or Chemical weapon. I haven't seen anything like this before so I can't really tell you much about it. Regarding pick up, head for the highway and I'd appreciate if you show up before more of those infected do!"</font></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/ojo-chan-42">@Ojo chan 42</a><br/>Vladimir looked at the card given to him and managed to get it into his pocket when his dinosaur of a phone buzzed. Soldier knew Vlad did not have the tech that other agents did...mostly because he was prone to breaking them or simply not using them. In his haze he managed to type back the code and warm them...telling them not to get him. That he would go to a base once he was better. <br/><br/>He then slowly refocused on her. He was managing to fight the haze enough to concentrate and well...not eat the reporter. <font color="lightblue">"some sort of airborne disease was spread...those infected seemed to become...zombie like with vampire tendencies."</font> he closed his eyes for a moment and worked on focusing. <font color="lightblue">"I don't know how much else I can tell you...since I'm not sure how much soldier wants to remain classified for the situation"</font><br/><br/>he moved to put more distance as his instincts became worse. His eyes fixated on that ribbon concealing her throat. <font color="lightblue">"I am about to lose a battle that I've fought for a very long time. I would recommend walking away slowly...I will follow you to the van. Once I'm there...make sure to remain calm"</font> his eyes were slowly being consumed by the red. The never ending thirst was consuming him. <font color="lightblue">"Do not run. As soon as you run...I will lose completly"</font> he had a large amount of self control, but with the healing he had to do and the mental strain from earlier his body wanted sustenance and he had given his syringe that was on him to Liam.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#f26522">Sasha O'neill</font></span><br/><br/>Sasha sighed frustrated as she kicked the ground.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''airborne virus, dammit''</font> She cursed frustrated. This meant she coud not go any further without endangering herself. First rule of warzone reporting, your own safety always first. She grabbed her WT and contacted Jean.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">'''Jean, we have a problem. It seems I cannot go any further without endangerin myself appearantly we have a airborne virus on our heels that turns the infected into zombie like creatures with vampire traits, OVER''</font><br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">'' I saw something like that yes, I send my drone into the quarantine zone. I got some footage, but it got shot down by someone, OVER''</font> Jean said frustrated. That drone was private property of him, he loved to work with the thing for you could see a lot from a different perspective.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Thats a shame, I will go back to your position. Are you still at our starting location?, OVER''</font> Sasha asked still looking at Vladimir. She knew she was in danger, and a lot of it. <br/><br/><font color="#f26522">'' Also, clear the backseat will you. I am coming over with the vampire I mentioned before. He needs a ride out of this mess, OVER''</font><br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''Alright, I will prep for leaving this place soon, see you in a bit, OVER'' </font> Jean said and Sasha hooked the WT back on her belt. <br/><br/>She looked into Vladimir's eyes. they had lost their beautifull grey collour and had turned into a pair of bloody red orbs. As he instructed she calmy and slowly walked back into the direction she had come from before. He followd and soon she came by the fence she had climbed over before. She climbed over it with some trouble for she could not make some speed in order to get a higher start. Sasha did not wanted to risk a thing. When she jumped off it howeve, her stockings decided to tempt fate as it hooked behind a loos piece of fence,pulling a tear in the thin fabrick.<br/><br/>She almost fell down but luckely found her balance, making a landing unscratched and well.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''ahaha, I am sorry. Next time I am not wearing my dress to this kind of work''</font> She said apologizing.<br/><br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The blackness of the air around them thickened as Bedivere cut most of the light out of it, a preparation of his own defense should the need arise. Mithias kept his eyes on the old knight, fearing nothing but the misinterpretation of his curt composure as anything other than the necessary obfuscation of their true bond. Bedivere chided him nonetheless, as if he were more than fed up with Mithias' public discretion. If only he knew how much Mithias had also wanted to throw the facade aside and watch it burn. Yet Mithias did not speak. Only his unwavering fixation until Bedivere stopped speaking relayed his true feelings, dedication. <br/><br/>The fact London had been hit with... whatever the hell had killed all the humans around here, was enough to stir up the reclusive guardian of the isle. A massive scale attack like this was going to have serious repercussions. Mithias could only begin to imagine the degree of control Bedivere had lost in the capitol of his nation. Certainly, that was where his present fury came from, and Mithias just as certainly had to help him recapture it. But first, he would have to regain his own footing. <br/><br/>Against all his belief, Soldier was lost to him. The machine he had built in the defense of peace had devolved into the enemy he had been fighting all his life. It was a devastating reality, and it meant that he had to start all over again, if he survived. <br/><br/>Shock perpetuated his silence. Concern and disbelief crossed his countenance as Mithias accepted the news and the spotless white jacket from his gallant rescuer. Much to Bedivere's approval, he put it on, carefully avoiding marring the outside with blood and grime, and then he realized, he couldn't touch the buttons with his dirty fingertips. Lucan immediately obliged, instinctively knowing what his master wanted. Mithias looked back at Bedivere as the suit was buttoned down his front. ... a mirror fit. Perhaps it was a touch more loose around the chest to a vampire with a scrutinizing eye for tailorship, but the boy could use a shirt and a meal... They both savored the moment.<br/><br/>Time it was to depart. Mithias could have sworn he felt something in his psychic perception. Did Bedivere just say Carfax? ... Dracula's castle? .... oh. ...what? Really??!<br/><br/>The sound of the raven's wings were quickly fading as Mithias and Lucan left Kate and Liam behind them. Vladimir had dashed off to hell knows where. <br/><br/>The vampiress in the blue dress, Kathryn, was crying over a dead body, and with or without supernatural senses, Mithias knew that the man beneath her could only have been the father she had talked about. There was another, childlike, white-haired vampire girl beside her who didn't seem at all to be mourning, yet she wasn't actively trying to kill anyone at the present moment. He ignored her as he placed a hand on Kathryn's shoulder. "I'm sorry." After a few moments, Mithias gave an order to his thrall. "Lucan, get us a car. We're going home, and not to Soldier. We're avoiding them. I have another place." He looked down at the weeping fledgling. "Do you want to come with me, Kathryn?" <br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Once clothed, the beast that was Dracula looked less like a brittle corpse painfully forced to walk on raw bone and more like a nightmare that could speak. But what spoke even more was the aura of dread that struck the heart at the sight of him. An irrational sensation rose up unexplained, screaming beyond all denial that this was truly something wicked, this shouldn't exist in the normal world, this... was Satan incarnate. A swarm of red-eyes rats circled around Him and Deon, confirming the presence of The Master with their high-pitched chatter. Deon couldn't have been more elated or have thrown himself more down at his grandfather's feet. Dracula was weak, yes, but had been dead for nearly 300 years. Threehundred years! No vampire had ever, EVER... returned from its own ashes. That alone was testament enough as to why Dracula should be intensely feared. His was the bloodline that would dominate the Earth. <br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Sometime later, a young courier boy delivers a paper letter addressed to an unrecognized name.<br/><br/>"To my dear comrade, marshal of my forces, and steward of my castle, Lord Bedivere. It has been a long time. I pray this letter finds you well. If it is not clear by now, then it pleases me to inform you of my return. I trust that you, in your wisdom and foresight, have over the centuries maintained what is mine. My servants will be returning to Castle Carfax to prepare for my arrival. I expect you will allow them to do so. Wither away no more, lonely knight, for if you implore me with your most earnest request, I will finally bring an end to your suffering. I look forward to our next meeting. -Dracula." <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Sgt Ashley Harper | NYC<br/><br/>The radio sparked to life as Allisons voice played through it. <font color="#0054a6">"Allison. Were en route to your location. stay where you are"</font> she said back into the radio. <br/><br/>Her squad made their way to Allison pretty quickly by tracking her radio piece. Ashley made her way to the front of her team to approach Allison. She embraced her and then stepped back. <font color="#0054a6">"Oh my god, i thought you'd been hit by it. What happened here"</font><br/><br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">While the man in the car was still really shocked from the recent events, Allison looked as calm and serious as ever. <font color="#b0e0e6"><span class="bb-i">Whatever that thing was, it took quite some hits. It could have been a vampire, but.. I am pretty sure that it was something different. Probably because of that chemical weapon? I hope there is an antidote or something like that, don't wanna end up like that guy.</span></font> She leaned against the car next to the car door where the man sat. While they waited for the pick up Allison decided that she'd have a smoke until they arrived, she held the packet of cigarettes out to the man, offering him one as well. Accepting her offer he reached for one of the cigarettes with shaky hands. While she put the packet back, the man lit his cigarette and took a big pull to hopefully calm down. Then he looked at Allison and asked "H-how can you be so calm?". <br/><br/>After a few moments Allison replied, gazing into the distance. <font color="#b0e0e6">"Apparently things like that are part of my job. I can't tell you everything, but I'll just leave out the sensitive topics. I've been a gun for hire for a long time now, at one point I worked for Soldier until I got back to the mercenary business again and right now I have a contract with them again. We were tracking down a target but this dirty bomb kinda fucked everything up. However you could say that contract isn't really 'stable' at the moment, since the man I was assigned to disappeared. They say it was an explosion but you can never be sure until you confirm it yourself..."</font> <br/>"Soo you're... a Dove?" <br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"A what?"</font><br/>"A Dove. You know, those that make sure that the Blood Compact is being adhered to."<br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"Hmm, yes you could say so, a Dove... but to be honest, there isn't much difference to my previous jobs."</font><br/><br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/kurai-assassin">@Kurai Assassin</a><br/>Just as they finished their conversation Ashley and her team appeared. Ashley who made her way to the front stepped forward and embraced Allison, before she could even react. <font color="#b0e0e6">"H-hey now, thats a bit too close. It's alright I am fine."</font> After Ashley let go and stepped back she asked Allison what happened. Who sighed before she replied <font color="#b0e0e6">"I am gonna give you the short version since this is an emergency and time is something we have not."</font><br/><br/><font color="#b0e0e6">"I was out with Mattias, trying to track down our target. Then a bomb went off somewhere and a weird black mist embraced the whole city. It seems like some kind of Biological weapon I have never seen before. Luckily I found this guy with his car which was offering us enough protection. By the time the mist cleared up but I don't know if it's gone for good or not. I haven't had mine with me this time, that bomb was bound to happen. But whatever, we were trying to keep moving but we ran out of fuel and then-"</font> Allison paused and pointed at the corpse of the infected she'd taken care of previously. <font color="#b0e0e6">"This guy appeared and started attacking us, it wasn't like the first infected I met. This one didn't care if I shot him, he kept going until I decapitated him. This pretty much sums it up."</font><br/><br/>The virus wasn't that effective anymore, but Allison had breathed in some of it in it's weakened state. She was begining to feel a little sick, but she didn't say anything yet since it was only a little.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/ojo-chan-42">@Ojo chan 42</a><br/>Vladimir followed, occasionally twitching as he continued to resist. When they came to the fence he watched her get over and tear the thin fabric of her stockings. He gave a chuckle, but it sounded harsh...almost forced. He claimed the fence next and hopped down. <br/><br/>He turned to face her. <font color="lightblue">"no need to apologize. I doubt you would have known you'd be hopping fences"</font> he swallowed and tilted his head. <font color="lightblue">"Shall we continue onward?"</font> he was honestly surprised at himself for not attacking the blood source in front of him. He could tell however, that if he did snap he would end up killing her. He couldn't let himself do that.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#f26522">Sasha O'neill</font> <font color="#fff200">&</font> <font color="#00a99d">Jean Belair</font></span><br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Yeah, me and my partner rushed here the moment we heard about the attack. I really did not have the time to change''</font> Sasha laughed. She continued hr walk down the route she had came used to come her. Only she remembered that somewhere on the way there was this huge crowd so she had to navigate around that somehow.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''How are you holding out like that? it must take a lot of self control to stay like that. I remember that a friend of mine got bloodlust and she snapped immediatly. We had to drag her away from her boyfriend whom she was targeting, geez that was such a drag, luckely some other vampire's were there to hold her back''</font> Sasha rambled, trying to break the akward silence as well trying to get Vladimir's mind on somehting else by striking up an conversation.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''but then again she was a very young vampire, 50 years or so, I guess you are a bit older than that...''</font> She said as she got a visual on Jean's Mercedes. Jean sat in his car when he saw Sasha walk towards them and he stepped out. He widened his eye's at the sight of Vladimir behind Sasha and he immediatly pulled his own gun.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''Sasha are you nuts, that vampire is thirsting and not a little bit as well. He is worser than Sabriye back then''</font> Jean said as he aimed, squeezing one eye close. Like hell he was gong to allow a vampire in his car when the vamp in question was in that state. Sasha on the other hand had other plans as she stepped infront of Vladimir.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''alright, no need to pull that gun. I know he is lusting for blood right now but we stroke a deal. He gave me some information and we drop him somewhere with no humans and lots of animals''</font> She said and Jean sighed. He ruffed his hand through his hair frustrated as he lowered the gun.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''alright, Sasha. Step inside the car then. And you, mister...''</font> <font color="#f26522">''Vladimir''</font> Sasha filled in the name<font color="#00a99d">''Right, Vladimir. You can sit in the passenger seat besides me''</font> Jean said while tucking away his gun in the holster. Jean stepped behind the weel as Sasha took the back seat.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Hey Jean, no need to br on your tiptoes right now. I believe he is from SOLDIER''</font> Sasha said as Jeans face turned to a pale white. That was the last he needed right now, someone from SOLDIER. He could just pray that Vladimir would not recognize him from anything.<br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a><br/><br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#0072bc">Kathryn Miller</font></div></div><br/><br/>Kathryn knelled over her dead father. His lifeless body, now emotionless. Then Mithias spoke. "Do you want to come with me, Kathryn?" She was speechless for a moment. Unaware of what to say. "<font color="#0072bc">yes... and I want to learn to fight... I want to avenge my father... I want... Deon, Fucking, Erickson to burn a hundred times over before his death...</font>" She stood up to face Mithias, and she looked him dead in the eyes. "<font color="#0072bc">I want to make that bastard Suffer. I want him to hurt like I am hurting now... I... want to take everything from him. Like he has from me.</font>" Kathryn didn't know it yet, but anyone who knew Hank, knew that Kathryn was just beginning to follow the path of her Father. <br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#ed1c24">Deon Erickson</font></div></div><br/><br/>Rats filled the room, hundreds of them, no thousands of them! And Deon felt right at home. He was ready for it all. The second Nightwar was beginning, and his father would be the one to have it done. "<font color="#ed1c24">Much has happened since your unfortunate death. Before your reincarnation, Mortals have advanced, they can now travel the world in mere hours instead of weeks. They can send explosives from across the world in minutes, they have been into the depths of space, they have developed weaponry that gives some humans enough edge to challenge us... Father... We are in our most fragile state in history. Our most recent attempts at putting mortals in their place... has failed... </font>" Deon didn't want to admit his familiar in front of his father, but he had to. He needed to know everything. "<font color="#ed1c24">The Mortal population has reached over seven billion now... we are struggling with a few tens of thousands if my numbers are correct. Most of us are in deep hiding. We no longer have the element of surprise. Father... So much has changed... And I will be here to assist you in any way possible in getting use to the new world, and taking it back from the mortals who have soiled it!</font>" <br/><br/>Deon was ready to prove himself, so far a lot of his plans have backfired, but the most important one has not. "<font color="#ed1c24">We need to leave Father, I have our transportation waiting for us on the roof of this structure. It will take us to one of my back up facilities where we can plot out next move.</font>" Deon stood now. Facing his father. Standing at 6'5", he did what he could to not act intimidating to his father. Trying to prove his worthiness. "<font color="#ed1c24">This facility is compromised, and you still need to recover before the fighting, and I need a bit more time then we have so I can heal before I can fight.</font>"</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/ojo-chan-42">@Ojo chan 42</a><br/>Vladimir focused on following her. He listened to her speak about not being able to change and gave a slight chuckle. <font color="lightblue">"Bloodthirsty reporter comes to mind."</font> the statement was meant to be a jest...not insulting. Though Vladimir is known to make the mistake of combining jest and insult and get into trouble. <br/><br/>He tilted his head as she spoke of someone else who had blood list. <font color="lightblue">"Part of her problem would be looking at humans as a food source. That and not having a back up supply in case...in case this happens"</font> his voice sounded more and more soothing...the predator peeking out. He chuckled at the age comment. <font color="lightblue">"A couple decades older....I stopped counting after awhile."</font> he saw the vehicle and the man and worked on inhaling through his mouth.<br/><br/>When a gun was pointed at him he did not even flinch. He simply crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. he watched Sasha step in front of him and get the guy to lower his gun. He silently thanked her for defusing the situation before he snapped and....something unpleasant happened. He made his way inside the car on tha passenger side and felt a tad uncomfortable. This car had some iron in the metal...that should definitly insure he doesn't bust out. He strapped on the seatbelt as a thin measure to help prevent lunging.<br/><br/>He vaguely heard Sasha tell Jean that he was a part of soldier when his head slowly turned to face the man. A low growl echoed from his throat. <font color="lightblue">"Whatever you are afraid of...I would recommened getting over it. A sped up heart makes you seem very...edible"</font> he inhaled and in an effort to distract his brain quickly put a hand on the side and exposed some of the frame he then put his hand on it and growled as his hand began to smoke and sizzle. Wincing he removed his hand after a few moments and breathed heavily. That helped...and hopefully increased the time before he tried to eat one of them.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><br/><br/>The swirling of the rats seemed to die down as they calmed and gradually dispersed. Dracula was listening to his ambitious descendent with an unchanging fanged grimmace. The long black hair that framed his malicious blood-covered jaws was messy and touched with grey. Sunken cheeks and a hint of stubble accentuated the gauntness of his face as he stared down his child with his radiating red eyes. Even hunched from weakness, one couldn't miss the breadth of his shoulders, the long legs, and arms that ended in claws... Dracula was a formidable size himself. Had he been standing at full height, he would certainly have compared to Deon. Had his frail frame been filled out with flesh, the thought of intimidation wouldn't even be possible. <br/><br/>Without hesitation, the unspoken king of vampires reached out and placed a hand on Deon's shoulder. "Fear not, my faithful descendent. I have returned from my long slumber in the icy grip of death, and I will undo the failings of our weaker breathren." He looked to the rats and a few bats that flittered silently overhead in the darkness. "My servants have told me a great deal, and I already know far more than you realize. Take me to this lair you have prepared, and be swift, for I have no desire to battle the blazing light of dawn so soon after waking." <br/><br/>Dracula began walking toward the stairwell, tendrils of mist forming around his feet as if power itself were drawn to him. He was incredibly agile for an old, dead guy and moved with some unexpected speed. He wanted what was his, and it was his exorbitant desire that drove his steps and compelled him forward. Lust, greed, and entitled avarice braced his will and made it iron. He was the kind of being who's spirit would break you if his physical strength failed to do so. So insane was his drive.<br/><br/>Visions of the world he would shape with his own armies and blood formed in his eyes. "We will garner our forces and grow our power in darkness before our enemies can even suspect what is coming for them. The war was never over, Deon. Only now can it be finished properly. Our enemies have grown complacent and fat and will stand no chance against us, against ME. But for now, until the moment is right, it is time for us to return to the old ways, the natural ways. We are the night. We are darkness itself. We will return to the masquerade and by stealth and cunning will we slit the giant's throat!" Dracula raked the air into his fist and nearly growled the last words. <br/><br/>The two escaped to an unknown location.</div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/the-grey-dust">@The Grey Dust</a><br/><br/>Mithias met Kathryn's determined gaze. He placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded at her understandingly. How different her turning had been, he mused in that brief moment. So tragic, compared to his. Yet he knew what it was to have family threatened, to lose loved ones to the corrupt and powerful. Like her, he too had been moved by hate and pain and had used what he had been given for his own agenda, for revenge. Yet afterward, he found that there was something more, something that had made vengeance dwindle in comparison to its importance. Almost innately after his rebirth, Mithias had realized that his vampiric gifts could be used to protect. He wondered if Kathryn would be able to find such purpose. Vengeance and anger drove her now, but would Kathryn have anything else to live for when was over? <br/><br/>Neither of them looked back down at Hank's body. "I hope to give you that chance, my friend, and I hope that when it is over, you will find others to fight for as well. Now come. Let the dead bury the dead. We have precious hours before dawn. Lucan!" Mithias looked around for his fastly-becoming-useful thrall. <br/><br/>Mithias looked at the poor, sleep-deprived boy who came to his call and decided he would do the driving himself tonight. "Lucan, find us a car. Did Soldier train you how to jack a..." The vampire raised an eyebrow as Lucan took off before he could finish his sentence. Apparently, he already had a car. <br/><br/>The driver's side window was smashed in, but it ran well, had some gas, and looked bland enough to blend in. It also coincidentally had cup holders. Mithias shrugged. "Very well." They got in, and Mithias got on a highway and killed the lights. 4am was pretty empty on rt 17 going north, and the tank was getting low. This far north hadn't been affected by the zombie plague, yet, so late night/early-AM stations were open with minimal staff. Kathryn was in the passenger seat and Lucan lay across the back. Mithias flipped the lights on a short distance away so as not to look suspicious and pulled into a lone station off an exit ramp in the sticks. Stark white electric light blared down from under the roof over the pumps. <br/><br/>Mithias glared intently through the windshield. One guy... two guys, one of them much younger, Indian heritage. Mithias asked, and Lucan didn't have much cash. One cheap camera above the window on the outside of the place... <br/><br/>"Stand by the pump and get ready to fill her up. I'll get the pump activated." Mithias gave no orders to Kathryn as he stepped out of the car and walked to the associated quickmart. The attendant on duty was visible through a pane of glass between a Newport poster and a stack of NY Lotto game cards. He seemed to be standing at the counter, talking with the man in the white suit jacket, and then his entire body vanished over the counter. <br/><br/>The noise was brief, but no screams were heard, and nobody came running out of the building. Lucan stood by the open fuel intake as directed for at least a full minute before he saw the words, "Begin fueling," flash on the screen. The building was silent, with no motion inside, as the fuel loudly coursed through the hose. Lords knows what might have been going through Kathryn's mind in that moment. Mithias came walking out with a paper bag under his arm. <br/><br/>The door shut beside the dark haired vampire and Lucan scrambled to screw the fuel cap on and dive into the back seat again. Mithias glanced at Kathryn with a curious expression as he shifted in reverse, looking much better off than he was 5 minutes ago. "Hm? Of course I left them alive, Kathryn." He reassured her. "I can't very well walk into a blood bank or a sanctuary and not blow our cover. Besides, they practically brand a barcode onto every vampire that passes through nowadays. And speaking of which, Lucan... Take this." It was a bag of cash, just a few hundred dollars. "We need to get you something to eat, and I can't have you identifying yourself with a credit card. We'll make another stop in the next hour." <br/><br/>Day was breaking, and there was still several hours drive into the northern mountains of NY. <br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/wraithblade6">@Wraithblade6</a><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/the-grey-dust">@the grey dust</a><br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h1"><font color="#6ecff6"> Nora Baker </font></div></div><br/><br/><div class="bb-center"><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Nora" type="button">Nora [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://s20.postimg.org/q1b8o5ht9/vampire_in_fog_1.jpg"/></div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Nora had just applied the last of her rouge and sat at her dressing table and reached for her necklace that her friend Anne had given her. It was a beautiful ruby necklace. Her hand halted in mid air as she noticed it was not where she had put it. <font color="#7bcdc8">"Freya!"</font> Her thrall appeared almost instantly. Freya bowed deeply with her head hung low. <font color="#fff79a">"Yes ma'am?"</font> <font color="#7bcdc8">"Where is my ruby necklace?" </font><br/><br/><font color="#fff79a">"I sent it to the jeweler to be repaired ma'am. When last I removed it for you the clasp broke on it so I had Bartlett take it to be fixed for you. It is at that jeweler that you liked."</font> Nora sighed. <font color="#7bcdc8">"I wish you had spoken to me about it, but thank you for getting the repairs done. When is it due to be picked up? "</font><font color="#fff79a">"Today ma'am."</font> <font color="#7bcdc8">"Good, is Bartlett back yet?"</font> <br/><br/><font color="#fff79a">"I don't think so. Did you wish to feed now?"</font> Nora thought for a moment and said. <font color="#7bcdc8">"Yes, can you send in Able?"</font> Freya nodded and disappeared out the door quickly. A few moments later a very muscular young man with long hair came in and knelt down next to her. He pulled his hair back exposing his neck to her. Her eyes loved to feast on him but her appetite was of a more commanding nature at the moment. She murmured something to him and she bit into his neck quickly so it would be less painful for him. He seemed to get turned on by the biting process and as she feasted on his neck he carried her to the bed to satisfy her other appetites.<br/><br/>Later that day Freya brought in her necklace and put it in it's normal place. She remained looking away from her mistress' bed. <font color="#fff79a">"Ma'am are you in need of anything?"</font> Nora walked out of the shower and dried herself and walked into her room naked. Freya turned her gaze downwards and brought the chosen gown to her mistress and the appropriate shoes. When the dressing was finished Nora redid her makeup and inspected her necklace. Freya held her breath and let it out slowly as it was approved of by a slight nod. Nora finished her hair and stood up to leave. <br/><br/>As soon as Nora felt the summons she became curious. Dracula was the only one who would summon her and he had been dead nigh on a few hundred years or so. Still, the pull was undeniable and she became excited by it.<font color="#7bcdc8">"Grandfather." </font>she said aloud. She put her white gloves on and she donned her cloak putting the hood back so as not to mess up her look. Bartlett was waiting. She slid into the car and Bartlett closed the door and drove her to the location she told him.<br/></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-b"><font color="#f26522">Sasha O'Neill</font> <font color="#fff200">&</font> <font color="#00a99d">Jean Belair</font></span><br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''Well I tend to bite down in a good story''</font> Sasha joked back.<br/><br/><hr class="bb-hr"/><br/><br/>With a few quick breaths Jean found his calmt once again, Silently he thanked his years of training that gave him the nerves of steel he needed from time to time. It seemed like Vladimir did not recognize him.<font color="#00a99d">''Alright, buckle up. Ticket is on you if we are caught without a seatbelt''</font> Jean joked as he trapped in the pedal and shifted his gear from neutral to one. With screeching tires he pulled up, quickly leaving the Streets of NY behind him. Sasha seemed still in shock afer she had seen Vladimir hurt himself, one way or another he had burned himself by just touching the iron panel of the car.<br/><br/><font color="#f26522">''are you nuts as well, mister Vladimir? Hurting yourself like that. Even if you are a vampire, or something in that direction, that does not mean it won't hurt'' </font> She said concerned as she took off her red ribbon once again. The thing was about 6cm wide and was very long so that Sasha was able to tie a butterflyknot in it. She leaned forwards for a bit and grabbed Vladimir's hand. Quickly she wrapped the ribbon around his hand, as a means of some sort of bandage. She really did not have anything else to bandage him with now. It was probably compleatly unnesecairy, but Sasha felt like she should help.<font color="#f26522">''There''</font> She said satisfied with her own work. Behind the weel Jean sighed as he turned onto a highway, it would be a long drive towards Montreal this way. <br/><br/>After a few houres Jean took an exit that said <br/><br/>'Welcome to the Niagara falls' and drove onto an unhardened forest road. The headlights illuminated the pathway, otherwise it woud be next to inmpossible to see in the pitch black darkness of the night. Sasha had fallen asleep in the backseat and jean as well found it hard to keep his focus. He could not afford to let it slip though, the vampire he was playing taxi driver for was still untrusthworthy to him. Sasha's soft sleeping breathing could be heard within the Mercedes as Jean dimmed the lights. He looked behind him and tried to push Sasha back up, to no avail for she fell back onto the backseat inmediatly.<br/><br/><font color="#00a99d">''Really she can be such a kid sometimes''</font><br/>He said smiling soft before turning his gaze to vladimir.<br/><font color="#00a99d"><font color="#00a99d">''Well, here we are. Thank you for not tearing our troaths out,I recon you will be able to handle yourself for tonigth?'' </font></font><br/><br/><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/blackpanther">@BlackPanther</a></div> |
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/92419-the-world-of-blood-compact | rpguild-0006/roleplayerguild--all_char-ic-ooc_part6.csv | <div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">The canopy of trees held off some of the sunlight as Mithias stopped the car and got out to "unlock" the gate that barred their way to his estate. It was a chain-link fence with a rusted chain and a Masterlock that he just broke with his strength. The road at the base of the mountain could barely be called such, since much of the plantlife had begun to reclaim it. Finally, Mithias drew up to a building, a large house in the middle of nowhere with ample garage space. It was somewhat in need of upkeep, but impressive nonetheless. <br/><br/>"We're here." He said as he lifted the garage door and came back to pull the car in. "Better to keep this vehicle hidden for now. I haven't been here in a few years, but the power and net should still work. I have to turn them on..." Eventually they settled and could begin planning their next move. <br/><br/>Sometime later.<br/><br/>A computer was available, a television, and a radio. The news fell into the usual slander and manipulative bullshit sprinkled with speeches from well known vampires, politicians and religious leaders. Everyone was afraid of vampires and zombies, and even the humans now circulated the rumor that Dracula had come back to life. Little did they know. Mithias stood in the darkness of the living room eyes fixed to a story about an attack by rebel vampires in Texas. It was the most recent, but unfortunately not the only one. He heaved a sigh in frustration. "Damnit. The world is falling apart."<br/></div> |