.:R o s e s and B l o o d:.a time of war.: accepting for BHC

[vendetta_lexicon]

{_g h o s t_}

Captain Contrina sat in a cave. Well, actually is one of the many anit-chambers in the Houe od Rose's new headquarters, and actually, she was sitting on a chair behind a desk. To be precise.

Genevieve was doing one of the many things that often preoccupied her time these days, and that was worry.
There are not many of us left. For all we know, we could be the last people on the continent.
They were lonely and troublesome thoughts.
But they were true, and they were very real musings, and the Captain reluctantly off cold hard facts. If only because she was a practical woman.
Cracking her knuckles and lifting her feet off of the sheet metal makeshift desk, and plopping them heavily on the stone floor, she heaved a wearly sigh. Then walked out of the dark room, adjusting a knob on the frame of her protective goggles.
The lighting within the twisting corridors was dim at best, and bothered many of her full blooded human agents. But they were not about to waste enegery on lighting when they could use it for working on weapons or computers. Lighting at this point, was not a nessesity, but a luxury.
Saluts pinioned her in the hall, and she nodded her head grimly, keeping on her path.
After a few minutes she came upon a large procession of agents talking loudly and eating with gusto. She went into the large stone room, and sat down at another makeshift table, by herself. Reaching into her leather jacket, she pulled out a plastic packet of O-negative, and grimaced.
Sweet release some might have called it.
"Oh...Bloody 'ell," she muttered, sinking a sharp fang into the thin material and reluctantly satisfying her hunger.

((yeah... kind of a lame first post, but i just woke up))

[Zakiax]

Storm

Storm sat in his own little room in the cave fiddling away on his computer. For the past few months he had been trying to sort out the information that had been downloaded from the three remaining robots. During this time the half dragon hardly got any sleep and he hardly ate. Most of the information from the robots had been inscription in a code which took a while to figure out how to decode, but the past few days he had figured it out. Now all that was left was organizing the information from the old base and from Zak's work. The half dragon also wanted to try to figure out the programing on the robots so that more could be created in the future, but that in itself was more of a project then decoding the old information. It was complex stuff from a genius computer geek.

Leaning back on his chair he stretched, at least now it felt like he was getting somewhere with it. Taking his mug he sipped the coffee from with in, it had gotten cold while he had been focused on the screen at hand. Sighing he set it down, he would need another soon, that or sleep. Leaning forward he went back to his work.

((Not much of a post either but its something XD))

[_-_Water -_- seas_-_]

Zho'aminth Killanon

"s**t," came a voice from a crevice in the mountainside as the dark elf finished sliding down it, followed by loose shale. He was really beginning to hate this mountain. For five days now, Zho had traipsed around the mountain trying to find HOR's hideout, without any luck. All he'd managed to find was a bunch of scrapes and bruises. Standing up, he brushed himself and looked back up to the top of the crevice. "They just couldn't put up a sign saying 'House of Roses Secret Headquarters this way, could they?" he mumbled to himself as he started climbing back to the top.

Reaching the top, Zho sat down on the edge and took his bag off his back. Opening it up, he rummaged around looking for something to eat, he pulled out a single granola bar. Sighing, he opened it up and ate it hungrily. He hoped he could find the House of Roses' headquarter today, else he might have to give up his search.

(Yay, words! ^^)

[Yangsy]

Her wings had unfolded from her back. They flapped by themselves while her blue eyes scanned the area. She has been asleep for a while, as she stretched she had teleported herself into the base of the bleeding heart clan. Amelia had forgotten this place, she couldnt believe how lazy she was now. She wondered around and when she saw no one, there was a loud sigh coming out of her. It was obvious she was in her fallen mode. Her wings made a loud creaking noise. She stretched and heard a few bones pop. Now, she was ready to go.

[vendetta_lexicon]

{_g h o s t_}

Wiping her bloodied lips on the sleeve of her jacket, Ghost mumbled to herself, then with a start, felt her communicator buzz.
Well, she thought idly, I might get something interesting to do today afer all.
She inserted her password and answered the screen that displayed a breathless looking boy of about sixteen,
"Contrina."
"Captain, there is someone scaling the mountain near the south entrance."
Ghost's heart skipped a beat for a moment, an enemy? A lost agent?
She nodded to the screen, "Get Bomani to scope it out," and with that she closed the message, jumping to her feet importantly, and walking to the security room to inspect this unidentified person.

[Yangsy]

Shun smelt people in the base, but he couldnt find anyone. One person stood out but it was that filthy mutt. Why did the leader let her in anyways? That he would never understand. He shook his head and teleported into the main room. Normally where the leader would be at. Shun was pretty much eager to get out of this place. He waited for his assignment, realising no one was there also. Which only made him sigh louder. If no one was there, that means he can go get drunk and drink humans blood. He smiled and teleported just outside of a local bar. And the games have began for shun atleast.

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[Lord_Lillith]

Cat sat inside the door to the out side sharpening her sword wondering what was to come and when she was to use this. She hadn't had a conversation except that she was alive and that was it, it very much annoyed her, she needed conversation, but it can't be helped everyone was in a bad mood or busy. She heard some rocks falling so she ducked into the shadows just in case and continued to sharpen her sword.

She was new here, knew no-one and was very lonely, but she's not here to make friends. She Leaned back and sighed with a pout on her face.

"I wonder when someone will talk to me, ugh, I hope no-one talks down to me, I don't want to start a fight ..."

She picked up a rock, tossed it into the air and she sliced it in half with her sword, then checked to see if it made her sword dull.

"Nope, good, thats how I like it..."

She took out some berries she had picked awhile ago, and popped a few in her mouth, she did not want to get weak and revert to her kitten mode . Oh how she hated that, tho it did get her out of many close calls of death because shed fall into tall grass, or a bush and they were looking for a girl, not a kitten. But If she gets into a fight with a mental case they would kill the kitten right away.... it's very scary, but she did,'t pass out much, and if she gets weak, she just hides under dirt and so on so she isn't noticeable.

"So....bored...."

[vendetta_lexicon]

{_s n o w_}

"For christ's sake..." Bomani growled angrily as he sat up from his cot. "Not a moment of bloody rest in this place..." he snatched up his insistantly buzzing communicator, and raised a white brow to the boy on the screen, "Yes?"

He shoved a apir of boots over his feet, ran a marble hand through his hair quickly, and proceeded to walk briskly from his quarters and towards the south entrance of the House of Rose headquarters.
Blatent stares intercepted him in the corridors, but he payed them no mind. It was their thoughts that riled him him... Isn't he a fullblood?... Murder us in our beds he will... how much blood does he drink?
He shrugged away from them, closing his mind.
Their thoughts had become more suspicious since the fall of HOR. Many of them did not trust full bloods, which he could fankly not blame them.

He nodded his white head to a guard near the entrance, who opened the door without question.

Now for the fun part.

Cocking his head to the side as he walked out of the entrance, the door slamming firmly behind him, he opened his mind once more. Sorting through the bugs and mites and decrypt creatures of the mountain, and seeing through the eyes of an air poisoned rabbit, a man indeed scaling the mountain.

He attempted to enter the mind of the stranger quite frankly, 'Friend or foe?'

[Lord_Lillith]

Scot sat and leaned on a wall being bored as usual, looking so young made him feel insecure, which really pissed him off so he punched the wall, making it crack. He decided to go for a walk to see if anyone would like to chat, but he still didn't know his way around here so he kinda just wandered, he came to a room with computers and a light haired guy. But didn't want the chance of him saying anything about his age so he turned around. Then found a table with chairs around it a plopped down, laying down his arms and head on the table, bored out of his mind.

"Anyone call me Scottie and i will destroy them...." He mumbled to himself, and started to fall asleep and yawned.

[Zakiax]

Zephar

His heels clicked along the stone floor of the Bleeding Heart Clan's castle hallway. The dark blue pendant around his neck glowed eerily. It was a magical devise father had created to suppress his other self. His other self disgusted him to great lengths and now he was glad that he was gone. At the moment father was not here, so being second in command he was in charge. One day he would kill Azarel and then father's position would be his. A small smile fell upon his face at that train of thought. Yes how nice that would be.

He turned around and then headed back down the hallway in which he came pacing the length of it. As he paced he chewed on the back of his left hand drawing a bit of blood. Once father returned he would go out and do some hunting. Its been a while since he actually killed anyone, and at the moment his body and mind longed for it. The small of blood the look on the faces of his victims. Just thinking this began to excited him a bit. An eerie grin appeared on his face, half of his mind deciding that the next person he saw, friend or foe he would draw their blood. After all sitting around like this was driving him crazy.

[Zakiax]

Nightshade

The robot lifted his head as golden hair male came in and left. Nightshade moved to his metal paws and walked out the door following him. He had needed something to do then just lay around all day so why not try to make conversation. Project Firepaw was out right now scouting, Project Takeal was out as well, thought the big robotic dragon had set himself on sleep mode hiding himself away deep in the mountain range waiting to be called on. With out their creator around it had gotten fairly boring. No one to make intelligent conversation on, no one around he knew how to update their complex programing systems

"Thinking like that will get you no where with connecting with people." The wolf commented using Zak's voice to speak. All of them had been programed with Zak's voice as base for their voice emulators. "Friend or foe you will destroy them all the same?" He posed his question to Scot.

[vendetta_lexicon]

{_r a v y n_}

Two amber eyes glinted in the darkness of his room, flashing over it's few peices of furniture, and coming to rest on the girl that sat on his couch.
He ran a hand through his ebony hair with a palid hand, a tired expression flicking across his face, but dying quickly.
He was getting to old for this.
For surprises, that is.
Ravyn raised a brow at Glass, and cocked his head.
What to do..what to do...

The only logical thing would be to turn her, right now. Done deal.
Idly, he wondered where his Annabel had gotten off to.
Oh, she will be jealous, he mused with a faint wicked smile.
Realizing that he had already made up his mind about what to do with the the escaped prisoner that now sat before him on his very own couch, in his very own quarters. She was quite at his mercy.
But she was not merely a prisoner, coincidently.
That much had been proved.
Lenore...what had been going through your mind?
Evidently, Glass, as this is who the prisoner was, had known, and been friend to someone that... he had loved more then anything else in this universe.
But was that enough to keep her alive?

[Zakiax]

Firepaw

The robotic fox had been patrolling the mountain side for quite some time now. The land where he was was defiantly not suited for man or robot alike. It was fairly steep and at times the rough paths were almost non existent, narrow and fairly rocky. The two robots had to take turns patrolling these dangerous mountain sides, after all they were worth less then a person's life, they were just metal and computer technology, they could be rebuilt if they feel and broke, a person's life could not. After Zak's vanishing the technician Storm took over his work, or tried to. The robot's memories were wiped clean and downloaded into the computer systems. They were tools, tools with their own mind and personality nothing more, nothing less.

"Intruder spotted," He relayed back to the security systems. Yet he couldn't do a thing about it the narrow pathway he was on had ended and he didn't have the right tools to climb as a person did. "Waiting for instruction, can't do a thing about it, Could send Project Takeal if needed." He had recorded the intruder's climb up the mountain side and relayed it back to base for better views of the person.

[_-_Water -_- seas_-_]

Zho'aminth Killanon

In one quick, fluid movement, Zho stood up, pulled out his gun, spun around, steadied the gun on his other hand and saw... nothing. However, he did not let his guard down, and looked side to side, trailing his sight with the aim of his gun. After a short moment, Zho paused to think. It was then that he realized that the voice had not been vocalized, and that it was in his head. He probed his mind and felt the intrusions of another. "How should I know if I don't know who this is? You are the one who is intruding on my mind without my permission. Perhaps I should be asking you the same?" he replied after hurriedly setting up barriers around his other thoughts. He was not trained in the art of protecting his thoughts, and his meager defenses probably could be penetrated quite easily.