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|| NPCING ||

Olathe was confused since the vampire seemed to be doing nothing in response to her attack and then he just simply seemed to walk off and disappear. It confused her but she definitely wasn't going to be able to pursue him if he'd simply disappeared into no where. Well, she probably could but that wasn't her purpose here in New York. She was supposed to go check up on her little sister, even though she was confident that Sibyl would be fine and now that she was within range, she could tell that Sibyl was fine other than the fact that she was really angry at the moment for some reason. It wasn't often that Sibyl became angry so she decided to investigate.


|| -- Exit to City -- ||

Adrian ran onto the Docks, his face barely lit up by the Moonlight; it made his pale skin nearly shine in the darkness, he looked like a beacon for good and justice even though the horrible creature that he had become. Invisible enemies poked out from every corners; it happened usually but now it was happening LESS, like his mind was clearing, he was becoming... lucid. He was beginning to fear himself, the God Syndrome and the Vampirism constantly battling, it was almost tearing him apart. But it settled for a while now, the pain taking time to re-arm. He yawned, his mouth stretching and his Incisors lengthening. The water shimmered as he gazed onto it, his mind starting to slowly race with thoughts of solutions to his predicament. He looked at it and thought of the fighting he was engaged in not so long ago, the horrible images imprinted onto his mind like hot wax. He was starting to resent his violent nature, he was starting to wish he wasn't the one causing pain or the one recieving it, he wished he was more human. But he was a dog of the Vatican, he needed to do their bidding and he was damn sure going to do it. "A stick in the hand and a drop in the eye, a doleful damsel I did try, Johnny I hardly knew yah"

Adrian grinned widely, his fangs extending even more, his hand shot to his collar and before Leo could react he threw it into the air, the pretty explosion illuminating the Docks for the briefest of insants like the Northern Lights over the Tundra. "We had guns and drums and drums and guns haroo, haroo" His grin stayed in its place, he looked like a twisted and drunken Chesire Cat standing in the moonlight hidden by shadows. His mismatching eyes glimmered as he leapt over Leo easily, his height rivalling Leo's, he walked to the edge of the dock and gazed at the Ocean, a deep panging of remorse and morose sadness surging through his being he knew instantly that this was where Markus had killed himself. "This is where me Great-great-times ten-Great Uncle plunged to his death" He said simply, his Voice becoming more and more Cultured everyday, "I amnae gunnae go into a long and winded speech aboot him because frankly I didnae know and dunnae like the Clagger, but I am gonna say this, he deserved what he got" He spat into the Ocean, onto his Ancestors' remains, and turned around, his eyes were now pure blue. "You are his relative aren't you? Old trigger happy.." He said in a rather up-class British accent, his face becoming cold and calculated.

"The Void is far better than whatever twisted place you have ended up" He said simply, returning control to Adrian who swiftly jumped in the air, launching three bayonets in a triangle formation, he then flipped slightly and put his arms by his sids, plunging down towards Leo, he quickly unsheathed his arm blade, he slashed quickly as he landed, he then jumped backwards throwing the Bayonets at everyone of Leo's limbs, he swung his arm sending a shower of needles pouring over the Leo area. He panted, and withdrew his Blood flask taking a massive sip. As the smoke of all the quick movement cleared, he started singing again, "We had guns and drums and drums and guns the enemy never slew ya..." He took another massive slurp and grinned, the blood pouring from his teeth, "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya" He sent one more Bayonet straight towards the heart.

"Where are the legs with which you run, Hurroo Hurroo, Where are the legs with which you run, Hurroo Hurroo, Where are the legs with which you run, When first you went to carry a gun, Indeed your dancing days are done... Johnny I hardly knew ya" Adrian did a mocking river dance, and then threw another Bayonet, aimed right for Leo's head. He had managed to throw it with pinpoint accuracy, he was confident about it.

The Card went straight into Adrian's shoulder and he went even paler, his skin taking on the texture of the stars themselves. The Card blew a massive hole in his shoulder... his arm dropped to the floor with a hollow thunk! Adrian looked up, his eyes were the very fires of hell. "You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, Hurroo Hurroo, You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, Hurroo Hurroo, You hadn't an arm, you hadn't a leg, You're a spinless, boneless, chickenless egg, You'll Have to be put with the bowl to beg, Johnny I hardly knew ya!" He jammed the socket of his missing arm into the shoulder, crying out with pain as he did so. The nerves reconnecting made his eyes water, but he persevered. He grinned again, this time it was even wider and more deadly, it was time for the thing he had been waiting for. "God Syndrome..." He whispered, his skin flashing with blinding white light, and his eyes became pure blue orbs, flashing forth violently. He turned his head and grinned, his teeth were now pure black, and his hair was spitting blue sparks. He jumped up, trailing a fine blue mist. He quickly waved his arm, three Bayonets flying forth from his arm as he laughed mockingly, "A-F*CKING-MEN!"

Adrian grinned even wider, "Ah, a new type o' demon" He said, his completely ocean coloured eyes flickering with curiosity and the urge to kill, the insanity was setting in again. His grin was that of a shark and his stance was that of a beast, the God Syndrome and Vampirism were dancing together in a wonderful and twisted dark melody, he felt invincible. He jumped right as the bullets were fired, one plunged into his right calf and another grazed his left knee, but otherwise he escaped unharmed. He waved his arm, his needles forming a massive vortex on front of him, spinning around in elegant circles as he worked relentlessly at it. He then clapped his hands loudly, the Needles erupting in front of him. "They say you cannae teach an old dog new tricks.." He said, grinning, "They were wrong"