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[PLOT POST!]

The night was obviously still young. A group of eight stood at the top of a building in the center of the city. One was a vampire, fangs barred down at the city in search of the person he was sent to off. He had deep blue eyes and light brown hair that fell over his left eye. He wasn’t so pale which was odd for a vampire but it made him more human like. He was pretty average in height and build. He wore a black shirt with the band “Avenged Sevenfold” on the front of it along with scratched up pants. He appeared to be around the age of 16 but being a vampire, he really wasn’t. Another was a werewolf, nose in the air sniffing the air to hunt down her prey. She was loosely dressed, obviously if she needed to transform. Her eyes contained a beautiful mix of gold and green within them which was almost contrasted with her pale brown hair. She looked as though she had been to the gym a few times, like any other werewolf probably would. A smirk came across her face as she began to narrow in her senses on the prey.

Next to them was an angelic being, crossed arms, floating in the air. He appeared to be pretty slender and frail, the pretty boy type. Standing around 5’8” in height, he doesn’t look as though he’d be much of a fighter. He had snow white hair to match his silver eyes despite his young appearance. He looked young, maybe around 20 years of age. He wore a toga like robe and bronze armlets to denote his rank. He had that kind of stuck-up look to him. One of them was a dark elf, holding a stern look on the city below. The drow looked a little older than the rest and, although shorter, was tall for a dark elf, standing at 5’6” in height. He looked pretty frail but stronger than your normal dark elf as well. His hair matches that of the angel but his eyes were almost pure gold. He was wearing dark robes that looked pretty much ritualistic.

The fifth of the eight was a kitsune, curled up on the edge looking down with almost strategizing the situation. He had short, messy, crimson red hair and although he was curled up, he was still pretty tall, standing in about 6 feet in height. Unlike some of the others, he maintained an athletic build, like one of a sprinter. To contrast his abnormal hair, he had pure green eyes. It looked pretty odd but beautiful none the less. He wore a black fitted tank top and black pants with black boots. Accompanied next to him was the succubus of the group. She looked older than the rest, by a decade at least but actually wasn’t. Her hair was brown and contained a few strands of gray while being pulled back into a bun. She wore a cut off purple corset, a short, black, pleated skirt, and knee-high leather boots. She appeared to be pretty thin but still maintained a feminine look to her. Her eyes were a tad odd, a reddish brown.

The seventh was a were-cat, sitting on the edge. She had silver hair that looked kind of ratty and ragged as it stretched down to her shoulder blades. She appeared to be 29, which wasn’t that much younger than the succubus. Her eyes had a green gold mix to them which looked as though it went against her hair. She appeared to be tanned and slightly muscular. She wore a lot of tight leather articles of clothing that looked rather revealing. The next person was hidden in the shadows. Their overall appearance was unknown.

“Well, since we’re all here… why don’t we introduce ourselves? I‘m the beautiful Naida.” Suggested the succubus in a stuck-up voice. The others seemed put off but if they were going to be working with each other, it’s better to know each other than to fail.

“I’m Xenophon.” It took the vampire a lot to hold in what he really wanted to say about her comment of “beauty”.

“I’m Tala.” The werewolf let the words roll out of her mouth almost as if they were solid. She kept her sights set on the area her “prey” was in.

“I’m Creven…” The kitsune spoke softly with the same blank look in his eyes.

“Admon.” The one word was suitable enough for the dark elf.

“If I must… I’m Lucas.” The angel despised working with them and it was rather obvious but he was rather outnumbered at the moment.

“I’m Tarran. Guess I have to work with you guys…” She murmured the last part to herself.

“Who are you Mr. Mysterious?” Naida slipped her way towards the man shrouded in the shadows.

“I’m sorry my dear, but my identity is of no importance. Perhaps another time you will know.” He spoke with a sense of charm in his voice. “Now… I heard the plan was for us to not get directly involved yet. Not to reveal ourselves. We’re to send our lackeys out after them… while they’re unsuspecting of our strike. None of them appear to know about the meeting that is going to happen between their masters. Let’s get rid of them now…”

All took one last look at each other and jumped away for the exception of the shrouded figure. “Now there they go…” Each sent their lackeys… 3 of each to each of the neutrals. The bar was a target, the mansions, the apartment building, the street… no where was safe. This fight was going to happen.

((I want you guys to have fun with your fight. You can all either fight, run, or have help somehow. I know several of you are grouped together so you guys can help each other. I know it’s not the longest plot post but I want you guys to have as much involvement in it. I also want to keep the lackey kind of people concealed from the characters to add suspense to them and have the neutral’s unknowing of who is launching the attack. Well… have fun with it. A post from my character will come later today. I know it's kind of short but just roll with it. I know it's been too long. Just go with this post and another will becoming after we get done with the fight sequence, okay?))

((I know, I'm in my skivvey's but...

Yes, you fight your own kind. Haha, 3 of the baddies against 1 good guy. The good guy in this case is us, the bad guy is them. Your characters are supposed to be confused from this ordeal anyway))

((AHhh, I meant to post last night, but then I was like... SWOOSH! TIRED! *gurgles* So, as soon as I'm done going places with mom... (she's dragging me along) I AM POSTING TO THIS! *skips off*))

The young woman paused as she was suddenly being talked to by the seemingly young boy. His words were hurried, and revolved around the fact that people listening were simply boring people trying to find something better to do. It was rather hard to follow along with the rest of what he was saying, as his mouth was moving so quickly she didn't have time to comprehend.

Being anti-social had its downfalls, this time being that she had never encountered someone who could speak this fast in her entire span of life that ranged almost 200 years. She blinked, but stopped moving away from the two. Instead focusing on what she HAD been able to understand, and that was that Vanessa, the woman with him who was now walking away as well, was doing it.

"That was a little hard to follow, but I guess the over-all idea was, don't go because people are being nosey... Am I..." she began to respond to him, but stopped. The noise of several hurried feet coming toward them, and it wasn't just a few people running toward them. They moved fast, too quickly for a normal human being. This fact made her tense, pale blue-green eyes shifted as she turned to look over her shoulder.

Several figures stood off in the shadows of the alleyway, their eyes glinting with the utmost malice. Those in-human looks were directed at the group of three before them, all nine pairs of eyes. The young woman shifted her weight onto her right foot,
"Seems we have company..." she mumbled quietly to the two, hoping that the woman, Vanessa, who was further away could hear.

It wouldn't help that there were prying eyes watching the three of them, after all their existence was supposed to be a secret, though it seemed more and more often, they were tyring to reveal themselves, those blasted beings that had moved to the side of darkness. However, she heard windows snap shut and lock, startled gasps and the sound of people moving from windows.

Obviously, these shadowed figures had scared off the 'Neighborhood Watch.' The street lamps flickered, growing bright, so bright that it actually began to hurt the young woman's eyes. But the light was suddenly gone, and the street flung into darkness as the lights exploded, sending shards of glass raining across the street.

A gentle chuckle could be heard over the falling glass,
"This ought to make it easier now shouldn't it little kitty."

Three figures moved toward the dark red-headed woman, their walks holding a strange grace that would only be seen from an approaching feline.

"Ah, a bunch of cheater's I see... Do you lack so much confidence in your abilities that you have to bust the street lights to feel better?" she questioned, her voice quiet, but holding a light sort of sting to it.

There was a loud snarl of rage as the three figures paused,
"You'll eat your words Isis," the one who had spoken before hissed loudly.

((lol I know it didn't really get that far, but I didn't want to get flung into things without giving J and Teufel a chance to do stuffs!))

Zabe had been having a pleasant time scratching Fish behind the ears, on the belly, and so on, but as soon as the mood changed, he'd turned his senses on high alert. There was something... Strange going on. Even Fish felt it, and let them know by giving a deep, low growl.

"Well, I'm glad you feel you should contact him. He'll appreciate it." Zabe said distractedly, his bright eyes narrowed slightly, his head tilted slightly to the side as if trying to hear something he couldn't quite decipher. THough, for the moment, his attention was turned toward Declan. "You've got as good an eye for the supernatural as I've heard. Ah, so the spirit helps you. Handy." THe fallen nodded, "Exactly. The 'balance' has long been broken." He eyed the small book Declan pocketed, though said nothing of it, his attention quickly captured by the coin the boy produced, then dropped.

It turned a midnight black, and whatever it was it told Declan, the young man decided to leave. Zabe might have inquired about that little bit of magic, but had a hunch that the current time wasn't the best. "Needing who?" Though that question was quickly answered when Fish's personality did a one-eighty. The old dog was snarling and looking all-around vicious, something for which Zabe was thankful. Because three on one was a little much.

It didn't take long for Zabriel to realize just who these three figures were. They looked normal enough, but everyone in the room knew they weren't. "Hey guys. Long time no see." Zabe said with a smirk, giving a mocking bow of his head.

The three shadowed figures had brought themselves into the light of the kitchen, and Zabe chuckled. He'd known these three back when he was behind the Great Pearlies. And he'd hated each of them. "Right back to you, Zabriel." THe smallest (And only female) of the group retorted. "We've come here to give you a bea-" She was cut off when Zabe's metallic arm connected solidly with her jaw, and a resounding crack sounded before she hit the floor - hard. SHe didn't get back up.

Zabe made a face and shook his hand out, muttering about how jarring that punch had been. The other two fallens took a moment to be thoroughly suprised that an ANGEL, even a fallen one, would hit a girl like that, but shook it off, focusing heavily on Zabe, who was standing idly, as if waiting for them to attack.

And attack they did. While one of the fallens (a tall, well-built and handsome blonde) stayed back a bit, the other (a brunette with eyes so big and lashes so long, they seemed to fit better on a woman than his otherwise square features) stepped forward, moving his hands in a very famillar way. Zabe shifted his stance, eyeing both fallens almost angrily. "Don't do it... We both know you're going to be hurting..."

"Heh," The brunette laughed, and unleashed a poorly crafted bit of black magic, something which Zabe easily dodged. "Damn it..." the fallen muttered, shifting his stance once more, taking a running leap at Zabe.

Now, Zabe hadn't expected this, and was thrown hard into the kitchen sink, which was left with a rather interestingly shaped dent. It kinda looked like a starfish, it did. ((Haha, what the foo?)) Growling, the fallen pushed himself off the counter and flat out tackled the brunette, simeltaneously barreling into the blonde, who had obviously been constructing some sort of magic that was of the more powerful and deadly area.

As they were going down, Zabriel gave an angry sort of grunt, and a pair of massive wings appeared on his back. The wings were in very poor looking shape, and one was twisted in a way that looked like a bird's wing after it had ran headfirst into a window and lost the battle. The wings were a sickly grey colour, and as he flapped them to gain momentum, countless feathers fell from them, landing with a muffled sort of sad tinkling on the tile floor. "FISH."

The two fallen angels barely had time to register what the heck Zabriel was doing shouting the word 'fish,' because a very vicious one with big teeth and a nasty attitude had latched onto the blonde's leg, tearing and growling fiercely. Zabriel was able to spare a moment for a grin before using his wings and momentum to run the brunette out the front door and smack into a parked car. The windows of the car shattered upon impact, though the sound was almost drowned out by the blonde fallen's cries of pain. Fish was obviously doing quite a number on him.

For good measure, Zabe, before the brunette could pry himself from the large dent made in the car, gave the fallen angel a few square punches to the stomach, neck and face, assuring that like his female companion, he wasn't going to wake up for a while.

"Geeze... I didn't know I pissed 'em off that badly..." Zabe ran a hand through his hair, giving a bit of a sigh. The other angel was still screaming. He did spot Declan not too far off, having problems of his own, but Zabe couldn't currently do much about it.

So, he sprinted back through the broken doorway, where he found the blonde angel sobbing and trying feebly to get Fish to remove his jaws from around the upper part of his leg. There was evidence of small black magic spells about the kitchen, and Fish even had a little burn on his rear leg, but it was obvious the dog had the upper hand. Zabe grinned. "Good Fish." He scratched the snarling dog behind the ear before squatting down beside the injured fallen, a broad, creepy sort of grin on his soft features. "So, our old friend there," he pointed to the girl, "was saying something about a beating. Now, other than a couple bruises, I think I'm QUITE fine, unless of course, she ment YOU guys... BUt I don't know why you'd come looking for ME for a fight. Especially after all these years. So, here's the deal. You tell me what's going on, I'll have the cute little puppy stop gnawing on your leg, and I'll even knock you out so you can't feel the pain for a while. If you don't, well... I don't know if even the strongest light magic can regenerate a leg... Or... Something else." His grin broadened, and the blonde moaned.



A few minutes later, a happy Fish (though his muzzle was quite bloody) trotted out of the house after Zabe, who was leaving a trail of sad looking feathers in his wake. A quick search around found Declan trying to handle his own attackers, a sight to which Zabriel gave a thoughtful and rather dark 'hmm.' That war really was getting out of hand... Especially if he and Declan were being attacked. Zabe himself had disowned himself from any part in it, and just wanted to serve his sentence of eternity on earth in peace. It didn't seem that's what the higher ups felt.

"Oi! Declan, are you alright? When you're done, I have something to talk to you about." He gave the boy a bit of a wave to make sure he was listening.

((Haha, shwa... A little different of a fight than one might have expected, but hey... Hahaha, the girl got knocked out right quick. XD I figure Zabe surprised 'em 'cause they weren't expecting physical combat. Silly fallens. X3))

((It's alright Teufel... now that you two have posted, I'll post again and get the fight going for my character and finished xd I hope you don't mind. I didn't think it was a bad post... I felt mine turned out much worse >.< I don't know what's been wrong with me lately O.o))

The young woman, now proclaimed as Isis, gave a nervous sort of smile.
"Perhaps, especially with three on one, but lets hope that isn't the case... At least none of you can change, being it isn't a new moon. Just my luck hmm? Though that leaves me at a bit of a disadvantage as well," she spoke, giving a gentle, but startlingly dangerous smile.

However, much to her dismay, and the three's pleasure. One stepped up, a rather broad grin on his shaggy features.
"But that's where you're wrong..." he chuckled.

The sound of snapping and shifting bones sounded through the night, the mans breath shortening into low grunts. His clothing stretched and tore, falling to pieces around his feet a thick black fur began to sprout all over his body. At first appearing in patches, but soon engulfing the entirety of his flesh.

His arms elongated, falling just below his knee. The bones in his face snapped and re-arranged, shifting into a much longer nose topped off with whiskars and sharp white teeth. His fingers gained pads and claws, and his eyes slitted, their color a haunting golden green. He let out a growl, that sounded eerily enough like a chuckle and moved toward Isis.

"Aw bugger..." she mumbled, using a word she often heard from the english. "That's... not fair," she spoke, swallowing. Now she looked worried, now she looked afraid. She may be a rather old werecat, but she couldn't change on a whim, not yet, and here she was facing two regular un-changed werecats, and one transformed one. Once a werecat changed into their true-form, they more often than not, became a beast of raging instincts and anger.

The werecat before her let out a roar and charged at her on all fours, strangely broad muscles rippling under the fur. Isis jumped to the side, to try to avoid the large beast, but the large claws caught the sleeve of her coat, tearing the entire coat from her body, as well as leaving a rather bloodied mess behind. Four long, jagged claw marks could be seen clearly on her right arm as blood slowly spilled from them. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Alright, I guess I won't be able to talk my way out of this huh?" she questioned, straightening the band t-shirt she wore with her still good left arm, the sleeve covering her flesh still. Taking up a rather strange stance, Isis stared ahead at the beast, the pupils in her eyes slitting dangerously thin, just like a cat's in bright light.

Her lips curled back in a near snarl, showing longer than normal canines. She didn't understand why she was being attacked, especially after so many years of being left alone... But the point was, that she was, and she had to defend herself.

The large werecat before her charged again, swinging it's right arm around, aiming to disable her left arm as well. But it missed, this time Isis jumping clear over the elongated arm at a humanly impossible height. She twisted her body around, sending both her feet into the werecats face with an incredible amount of force.

The beast hit the ground hard, Isis on top of it's face, her whole body was trembling with rage, rage that she had been attacked while trying to live as normal a life as possible among the humans. Rage that he had dug his claws so far into her arm that it burned all the way down her arm and her back, rage that the werecat within expressed at never having it's way. The cat beneath her struggled to get up, and made to throw her from it, after all, its strength had nearly doubled.

But Isis jammed her knee into its throat as hard as possible and twisted it cutting off the supply of air that was reaching its body. Now the creature writed and twitched on the ground uselessly, trying to breathe, but finding itself un able to do so.

Isis had all but forgotten about the other two that had been watching the scene, that was until they leapt from their places crouched in the corners, the second males fist slamming into her jaw. There was a snap as her jaw nearly fell loose from the socket, and a crack as she hit the pavement hard, her head bouncing as it slammed against the black surface.

Her vision spun and she found herself un able to focus on the two that were approaching her. Cursing herself silently for having let her guard down. She ignored the throbbing pain in her head, forcing her vision to focus as best she could. Placing her hands on the ground, she swung around, kicking out her leg.

The kick meant to hit him in the head, instead slamming into his chest. But it was good enough, the kick sent the other male werecat flying into the neartest building, a sickening crunch echoing as the beasts head made contact with the bricks.

The last werecat, the female, had taken it upon herself the gather her comrades instead of finish the fight. Her lip curled,
"You were lucky... We'll be back." And with that she was gone, both comrades in hand. The werecat that had changed back to a human, and the one with a bloodied head.

Isis blinked a couple times to clear her vision, her red waves of hair cacked with a bit of damp blood. Her pupils remained slitted as she glanced over at the young lad who had three rather agile kitsunes approaching him.
"You alright over there?" she questioned, though she herself was in no condition to help if he wasn't. After all, what could she do against fox fire? What could she do with an arm disabled and her head swimming? But if he said he wasn't she'd try to help.

She had no idea why she would, after all she didn't know the lad, but she felt that he was being attacked just as unjustly as she was, and that should he not be able to take care of himself, though she had a feeling he could, she should be there to do so.

((wow that was crappy... *yawns* I guess that's what happens when you write too much in one day eh?))

((Alright, punks...this is gonna SUCK since I just got back from the mall and from spending the day with my friend...my brain is dead...but I don't want to hold anyone down...so let's just get it over with.))

The men around Vanessa snarled at her simple but insulting words and one grabbed the charred scarf around her neck and pulled it off. "I suppose that's supposed to upset me?" she said coldly and looked to her side where the man was grinning like he had won some game. "Immature."

"You b***h."

"Okay."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

She guessed that did it for them and one grabbed a knife, shoving it against her throat, causing a cut to run across where the scarf had once been. Her pale skin split and showed bright red blood, contrasting against her complection. Before the other dark elf could dig any deeper Vanessa leaned back. Her blinked at her and in only a split second, her hand was on his wrist and she twitsted it back.

A sickening crack threatened the others and the man dropped his gun, letting out a shrill cry and stepped backwards. "Immature...as I said."

The other two made for her, shadows leaping from their feet and grabbing Vanessa's metal plated boots. For once Vanessa froze up at their grip, unused to her own power being used against her. Her eyes widened and she stumbled as she tried to run from them. Her figure fell down against the shadows that were piling up infront of her. The second she hit the ground her body was covered in black shadows, swirming like snakes over her slim, long body.

It seemed like minutes until she lifted a hand from the sickening pit, her pale hand holding a gun. It fired quickly, fire licking the bullet however it missed and shot into one of the buildings. The sudden shot made the shadows jump slightly, giving her just the amount of time to jump from their grasp and firing another bullet into the first elf. He fell backwards, either stunned or dead.

The other two used their shadows...too slowly, for her own dark shadow was at one of them, engulfing the man's arms and making them move onto the other, stranging him.

During all of this Vanessa made no yelp of pain, no cry of anger or annoyance, not even a sound of distress. Her neck was bleeding enough to look painful but her eyes were now pure white against the dark area, peircing the night. She ran towards them, gun about to shoot once more before the one being strangled kicked her in the stomach. It caused the gun to fall from her hand and skitter across the street, hitting a light pole making a light ping into the air.

She was now breathing heavily from the sudden pressure onto her abdomen, however she ran towards them again, taking out a pocket knife and stabbing it into the other dark elf's shoulder, sending him backwards, grabbing his shoulder in pain. While he was getting over the pain the other one lept towards her, she lifted her foot, swung it into his shins causing him to fall over onto the ground. Taking her already bloody blade she threw it into the back of his neck.

The one with the shoulder injury came at her again and the shadows at her feet shoved him against a wall, the crack of bone sounding once more. It gave her a chance to shove another round into her gun and getting another bullet into his chest, making sure not to kill him, but injure him enough to not fight anymore. As he disappeared she now only had one left who was getting up from the ground.

With one last shot of metal she hit it thigh right before he fell ontop of her. Her head hit the ground hard, but not hard enough to crack. She gasp for once and rolled out from under him, shoving her gun against his skull, not firing.

"Leave."

He did, not wanting to be like the one unconcious or dead a couple feet from him. Quickly getting to his feet he limped off, as fast as possible...which wasn't fast enough if Vanessa had wanted to actually kill him.

After they had left she dropped her gun and put a hand to her neck, grunting in annoyance...suprisingly not pain, wiping the red blood from her white flesh. "Well...this will be a hindrance..." she muttered before looking towards the others, seeing if they were as bad or even worst off than she was.

((told you it was gonna suck...I HATE battles personally...x3 I didn't want to make her loose control quite yet...cause it would be too early to make something happen with her...or I am just too tired.))