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 Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 5:06 pm
(OOC: i apologize in advance if my post is shitty. I'm hungover so yeah)
Veroen continued his assault on the Founder, slashing and swinging his sword wildly, yet with finesse. Veroen saw tears streaming from the Founder's eyes, even as he continued his assault at him. Though Veroen was slightly confused by what he was seeing, he didnt stop his assault on the Founder. What got his attention though, was the Founder doing some sort of psychic attack on Rogue. Veroen's eyes moved to Rogue.
"Alexz! Protect Rogue's mind!" He shouted, hoping that she would hear him and that she could protect Rogue from whatever it was that the Founder was attempting to do. He didn't notice the Founder also doing something to Alexz however. The idea of the Founder hurting Rogue or Alexz like that made his insides churn, and the Void thrashed inside him, begging to be let loose. Veroen kept the grip on himself tight, not allowing the Void to gain control. He instead decided to take his anger out on the Founder. He grit his teeth, and began to put more force into his next attack. But as he turned his attention back to the Founder, thats when the explosion of energy hit him full force. He closed his eyes, and his body tensed up as his reflexes kicked in. But there was not much he could do to block an explosion of energy like that without tapping into the Void. He made a split second decision not to use the Void to defend himself knowing that the use of Void might make Rogue slip, and the blast launched him backwards at a surprising force. His tensed body flew backwards, and slammed into the brick structure that housed the staircase that led to the roof.
Either the building was old, and the mortar that held the bricks together was worn down, or the blast was more powerful than Veroen thought; for when he connected with the side of the brick structure housing the exit to the roof, he went straight through it, causing the brick structure to collapse on top of him. Bricks and dust were thrown in all directions from the impact, followed by the structures collapse, which threw more dust everywhere and buried Veroen in tons of bricks and metal support rods.
For a few moments, there was no movement in the pile of bricks and rubble. Under the rubble, however, Veroen was still, and his head throbbed violently partly because of the force of the impact, and partly because the Void's power over his mind grew, demanding to be set loose on the Founder and the Custodiae.
After a few more moments, he emerged from the large pile of bricks, clutching the side of his head in a slight daze. His eyes were now solid black, and his fangs were once again elongated. His long leather coat was torn everywhere, and covered in mortar dust. He was covered in deep scrapes and cuts, including his face. His blackened eyes locked onto the Founder, and rage built inside him.
He continued to climb out of the rubble, until he stood on top of the massive pile. His sword was still in his right hand, for he never lost his grip on it. His gun, however, was not in his left hand, because his left hand was clutching the side of his head.
To the Assassin's left, a Custodiae began opening fire at him. Before the bullets hit Veroen, however, they were swallowed up by the Void a few inches in front of the Void Elder. More Custodiae joined the first one, and began to also fire their weapons at Veroen. Veroen just stood there, as all their bullets were continuously swallowed by the Void before they reached their target. after a few moments, the cusodiae ran out of ammunition in their magazines and clips and began to quickly reload. As they started to reload, however, Veroen's eyes flickered and suddenly all the bullets that had been swallowed by the Void appeared around him, carrying the same velocity as if they had just been fired from the barrel of a weapon, pointed away from him at all the custodiae around him. Before any of them could react, their own bullets pierced into them everywhere, killing all of them instantly, showering the area with blood, including Veroen himself.
As all this happened, Veroen never stopped staring at the Founder with his Void consumed eyes. Now that Veroen was also covered in blood, it made him look possessed, as if he were a demon of vengeance. He was still for a moment, before licking the blood off his lips in a slow, frightening manner. He began taking steps forward in a pace matching that of a human, his boots making a soft slushing sound as he walked through the blood toward the founder.
Veroen's mouth twisted into a sadistic smile, ignoring all the action around him as he continued forward towards the Founder. It was clear that Veroen was not his usual self. His mind had given in to the call of the Void, and now his only focus was killing the Founder...slowly.
As he continued forward, slowly closing the distance between himself and the Founder, he spoke in a voice slightly tainted by something dark and...sinister.
"You made a big mistake by coming here... Now you and all your precious Custodiae will die." He ended his statement with an inhuman chuckle, and the twisted smile never left his lips. His sword was still in his right hand, covered in blood as well. When Veroen was blasted backwards into the brick structure housing the rooftop stairwell, his fury had overcome his control over the Void. Now it was as if the Void itself was walking toward the Founder, instead of Veroen.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 9:06 pm
She locked a clawed hand over the top of one of the Custodiae's heads, having approached him from behind. Her claws pushing into his eye sockets. His scream was loud and inside Rogue, something felt as if the blood lust itself smiled. Her animalistic motion pulled the head back, exposing his neck. Rogue's other hand slashed his throat clean open, and she bit into his neck, pulling more blood from his body. He was quickly bleeding out, and she had taken enough that his healing factor wouldn't be a problem.
She pushed off of him, the fifth Custodiae dead by her hand, as he fell to the ground.
Her eyes were wild, and her face was splattered and covered in blood. Her midnight hair had partially come out of it's bindings, and also dripped blood on the cement roof. She stood slightly hunched as if ready to leap again...the animal holding it's control. While the animal had control within her, the Void did not. She had lived in the Sanguinarian state centuries before after losing control on the battlefield...it had been at time before she had known Katarina. In a few countries, Rogue herself was known for her bloodshed...that was before there was more order established in local covens.
Her eyes wildly went to Alexz for a brief moment and then to Veroen. Beyond the need for blood, the Sanguinarian was well aware of Kaei's need and desire to protect Alexz and Veroen. Something in her instinctually understood family.
A roar again escaped her lips as a pressure raked at her mind. She fell to her knees, as the Founder tried to pull at the control that the Sanguinarian now had. Her head whipped up towards the Founder. Her eyes glowed bright emerald, and locked eyes for a moment with the Founder, the look demanding his blood. And then another psychic push scraped at her mind and she roared again, closing her eyes, a hand going to her head.
It was then that she felt the huge psychic wave aimed at Alexz.
At the moment, she realized the Sanguinarian was loosening control, and it was only due to the Founder, attacking her psyche. The void snaked through her, and she felt where the black diamond used to sit within her center. Her body fell to the ground completely, and she was in a fetal position, the pain only echoing through her because she was fighting for control. The lucid part that was Kaei felt the balance tipping. She needed Alexz to push the Founder off her mind...to let the Sanguinarian take over was her only real chance.
She felt the void move and swell away from her across the roof. She could sense Veroen's rage, and in turn, the Void was making a move on the Founder...
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 10:29 pm
((Sorry for any grammatical errors, it's been a long day XD))
Upon piercing through the skull of one of the Custodiae, her dagger returned to her, the handle settling back into her palm. Her chain made a satisfying whipping sound as it wrapped around an assailant's arm and pulled, digging into the flesh of his arm and causing him to drop his firearm. Her foot came down on the chain to pull it taut as she dragged the now flailing vampire to her feet. A quick snap was heard as her boot came down on his head, pushing it to the side and snapping his neck. Her chain unraveled as she turned to Rogue to assess how she was handling herself.
Watching Rogue surrender to her inner beast was a truly frightening experience, even for other vampires who had become jaded by bloodshed and death. Something about her was animalistic and uncontrollable; in moments where she surrendered, she seemed to be a conduit of destruction. It was difficult for Alexz to look away as she was both frightened and amazed by the experience. She hoped desperately that Rogue would not harm herself in her abandon, but she couldn't help but watch in wonder as she effortlessly took out her attackers. It seemed that her assistance wasn't even necessary as the Deathdealer in Rogue proved more than capable of defending herself.
Her distraction made her unprepared for the attack that the Founder unleashed on her mind. It pierced through her mental barriers and blocks, muddling her thoughts and bringing up those she most feared: the loss of the ones she had come to love and cherish. Images of Rogue, Veroen, Kensington, even Neko, being torn apart, maimed, disembodied, crushed, and other horrors played over in her mind, causing tears to stream down her face. Veroen's voice echoed somewhere in the distance, but was lost in her mental turmoil as she began to imagine both of them being utterly consumed by the Void, the very thought made her cry out in distress. Recurring images of Veroen disappearing beneath a collapsed stairwell and Rogue curling into a fetal position, however, stirred her back to consciousness. She was dragged back to reality by the realization that she was no longer being shown images, but actual occurrences. A rage as quick as a forest fire spread throughout her body, driving her to push back with incredible force to reverse the Founder's attack as she fortified her own mental barriers.
Moving forward, Alexz created a protective shield around Rogue's mind to protect it from the Founder's mental influence. Her eyes, now locked on the despicable creature before her, blazed with anger. The Founder's uncontrollable emotional display gave her an entrance into his mind. She wanted more than anything to hurt him and what better way than to exploit his weakness? She manipulated his mental attack as it reversed, focusing on feelings of helplessness, despair, anguish, sorrow, agony, distress, etc. in order to cripple him. Like pulling up stitches from a blanket, she sought to destroy his psyche. When fueled by rage, her mental attacks could be quite powerful, overcoming even the strongest of barriers to wreak havoc.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 11:53 pm
He landed on his feet, spurs rattling, and the cowboy made no wasted motion as he went on to attack another of the grunt soldiers working for this Founder fellow. He lifted his foot, the long limb extending forward as the rest of his body twisted with the motion. As he delivered a roundhouse kick to one of the Custodiae, he pulled the toes of his foot back and pushed his heel outward, letting his spur jab outward to cut the vampire's throat open. He moved with balance befitting an expert fighter as he waved the foot back and forth to keep cutting into the man with nothing but his boot's spur. His moves were graceful and calculated, never extending his leg further than he needed to but far enough to keep the man at bay as he assaulted him with kicks and sharp cuts. With a final twist he swept his foot downward to finally knock the man on his back. Without missing a beat he brought his arms upward, the pistol in his hand disappearing and replaced with the rifle he'd been using formerly, held by the barrel's length as if it were a battle axe. And for the moment, it would serve as a battle axe, as he brought the butt of the gun downward, the heavy bladed stock crushing and cutting into the Custodiae's neck as if it were butter.
As he stood back up straight, he tossed the rifle, flipping it through the air so he could catch it by the trigger guard, plucking it out of the air in a seamless motion. He quickly readied the rifle, squeezing the trigger as another of the Custodiae came out him, throwing him back but not outright killing him. He chambered another round and pulled the trigger on another, also sending him falling backward. He swung the rifle toward another, cutting into the man with the bladed stock, then using the flat end of the butt of the rifle to send him stumbling back. Once again he used the void to switch out his guns, replacing the rifle in his hands with his more heavily customized pistol, and he quickly put two rounds into his still standing opponents' head. The other two rising enemies got a .44 Magnum UV bullet each directly into their hearts as they lunged at him. All this was done with an unsettling calmness and callous that the gunslinger had been so well known for in his many travels.
He paid no attention to the control issues one of the elders(Rogue) seemed to be having with her sanguinarian side, but kept her in his peripherals in case she decided to turn on him; in the end, that was all that ever really mattered to him, whether or not he or Katarina were really in any danger. Were she to go after him or his friend, he would have no qualms about putting a full clip of bullets into her at a moment's notice. Whatever happened, these people were not his allies; even if they came to an agreement on their issues, they would not be his allies. They would never be his allies, and he would never trust them. He was a guest at their little party, and nothing more. Even if by some miracle of fate he were to become part of this coven, it would never change the fact that these were just not "his" people. The only person he could ever possibly consider a friend or ally was Katarina, and he was just happy with their arrangement; he needed nothing more than what he had at present. These people were fleeting to him and little else.
With all the grace of a swan he leapt upward in a front somersault while holding his hat down onto his head, landing at Katarina's back with a another rattle of his boots' spurs. He let his revolver loose on an attacker coming at the woman from behind, dispensing of the spent cylinder as the gun's mechanism worked to swiftly replace it. With a grin he spoke to Katarina, "Help me out a bit here, Kat. 'Cause Ah'm tryin' to decide if this here situation reminds me most of Paris, Belgrade, or Shanghai, but it's all a bit hazy." Banter between friends was a commonality between Katarina and Lucien, as the often tended to pull some measure of joy from their battles, no matter how grim the situations got. "Was Shanghai the deal with the lycan prostitutes? 'Cause that was a bit more excitin' than this, if ya ask me." All throughout his speaking he kept firing his gun at his enemies, appearing as though this were simply a casual affair, but still showing his expertise with a handgun instilled in him from a very early age.
There was an explosion of energy near him, but specifically in Veroen's direction, knocking the man back through brick and mortar. The man seemed to recover soon enough, and the void seemed to tug at him as he felt it surge through him. This was another deal that affected him in no way whatsoever, but he filed it away to the back of his mind, and kept Veroen in his peripheral vision in case he too were to become a threat further down the line.
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Sing This Corrosion To Me
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 5:54 pm
"I certainly hope so," he said with a smirk as Meredith took a seat on the back of his motorcycle, assuring him that her grip was as strong as his and then some. Did she not realize who she happen to be talking to yet? Did she not realize yet that statements like that only added more and more and more fuel to the fire when it came to such banter? It was all too easy for the hunter, and this woman just kept making it even easier for him. Every time she opened her mouth, it seemed like she was determined to make things all the more amusing to him. He could not help it, it was simply who he was, a smartass. It was one of the many things that made one either love him, or outright hate him to the point where one wanted to strangle him to death. "We'll have ta test that theory out at some point, love," he said at the comment about her head being quite thick. At this point, he felt he did not need to continue his little headboard joke, as he was quite sure she knew enough about him to know exactly what direction he was headed with that comment.
Without warning, he took off, headed to his preferred monitoring spot. It was not so much that he forgot that she was a lycan, it was more the fact that it made no difference to him whatsoever. As far as he was concerned humans, vampires, and werewolves were the no different from each other aside from basic biology. They may have had fangs or claws or what have you, but in the end they still had basic human needs, basic human desires, basic human motivations, and so on and so forth. Lycans and vampires were no less human for their abilities than his father was. And so he treated them the same exact way he would treat a common pedestrian, because despite his big mouth and complete lack of boundaries, he still had some concept of respect, and to him treating the other species like they were anything but human completely went against it.
Or maybe he was just making up excuses for why he was willing to sleep with vampires or lycans alike? One would never know.
Upon seeing a woman being attacked from below, Throne immediately jumped into action and teleported his way to the ground. He mercilessly killed the vampire on the attack and saved the woman, but immediately he was joined by what appeared to be part of the fallen vampire's group of friends. He warned them to stay back, but to no avail, and so he fired an explosive arrow to one of the incoming attackers, killing him immediately. Out of nowhere, his newfound friend appeared, aiding him in tackling one of the vampires to a wall and holding him up by the throat. He placed another arrow on his bow and pulled back on the string to a full draw, getting ready to let loose on one of the vampires should they continue trying to attack them. She warned the pinned vampire to stop their attack on penalty of termination. The three remaining vampires stopped in their tracks, looking back between the two hunters as if seemingly unable to decide which one was to be taken down first. "You heard the pretty lady. Walk away now and you'll still have the ability to do so." Naturally, the alternative was no less than death otherwise.
One of them actually seemed to be considering leaving, but the one closest to Meredith just had to be an idiot and try to attack her from behind. As if on cue, the other two leapt toward him, claws protruding and ready to tear at Judas the moment they landed. Only problem was, the very moment their claws would have touched flesh, the hunter was no longer there, vanishing in a wisp of black smoke and the sound of wings fluttering. Appearing directly behind the pair, he let loose on the simple arrow directly into one of their backs, knocking him over but not killing him yet. As the other turned to attack him, Throne vanished once again, reappearing in midair behind the attacked and sending a dropkick to the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward. He vanished again, reappearing to the stumbling man's side and attacking him with a long spin leg sweep to bring him down flat on his face. He reappeared again, standing over the man's back to deliver an explosive UV arrow to his back, vanishing once again as it was about to explode.
He reappeared in front of his other attacked just as he stood up, throwing a claw swipe at Throne's general direction, which again touched nothing but air as he vanished and reappeared at the vampire's side, trench spike drawn with the blade held in the reverse grip. He sent a strong right hook, slamming the knuckle duster grip of the knife against the vampire's jaw. He teleported again, reappearing behind the vampire and slamming his foot in a piston kick against his back, where the arrow was still sticking out, dropping the vampire's guard significantly and sending him stumbling forward. With another jump, Judas appeared in front of the man as he fell forward, hitting the vampire with a strong uppercut, slamming the metal knuckle duster of the blade against his chin to send him stumbling backward. He sent a roundhouse kick toward the vampire's face to knock him down. He swiftly put away his trench spike and drew his pistol, squeezing the trigger several times into the man's chest.
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:00 pm
Upon the shielding from Alexz's mind, the Sanguinarian within rippled through her, grasping her mind with no fight from Kaei.
Rage rippled through her, and she leapt up at the nearest Custodiae, more coming in the place of the ones they had killed. Two more were killed quickly, her claws like daggars, one hand ripping up into the rib cage, and the other pulling the head back, teeth ripping out the throats.
As Alexz focused her mind and rage on the Founder, so did Rogue. In two leaps forward, she went for him, the animal wanted blood, and so did Kaei. She moved poetically, slashing low and quickly for the large arteries at his legs.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 4:38 pm
The Founder stood steady as a rock, he would not yield. He saw the void consume Rogue and Veroen and though terrifying in its power he was unafraid to face it. He felt Alexz' attack him on a psychic level, he steeled his mind against her but she already was inside his mind. He cursed his emotional lapse. Things were not going as planned.
He clashed blades with Veroen, testing the creatures strength, the thing was immense. Quick and deadly, the Founder suffered several wounds from strikes that were only just deflected. He reached into the void that was occupying Veroen and wrestled with the powers from beyond the veil. If they were darkness then the Founder was a beacon of light.
He slowly managed to push back the void, but the effort was exhausting as he was also battling Alexz inside his mind; it was then that Rogue attacked.
He was strong, but not strong enough to take on three Ultra level vampires. He broke off, kicking Veroen away and catching one of Rogue's wrists in his hand. The other sank deep into his flesh, though he turned just as it bit in, narrowly missing the artery.
With his remaining strength waning he deflected Rogue's next attack and disengaged. He leapt into the air, propelling himself with is telekinetic powers into a graceful arch off the roof 'NOW MY BROTHERS, REIGN FIRE DOWN UPON THEM!' He roared as he jumped.
From the surrounding rooftops kill teams from the Nightwatch had been taking position, all of them wore psychic dampening devices, they would not have been spotted. They opened fire with high caliber weapons, devastating the rooftop and using RPGs to structurally weaken the building, causing it to collapse.
Then as soon as it started the firing stopped as the teams snuck back into the shadows and disappeared back to the Bastion, the Founder with them.
The Nightwatch would retreat to lick its wounds, but the mission had been worth it. They had collected valuable data on the three most powerful vampires in New York. Next time they would strike a most terrible blow.
-EXIT to Bastion-
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 8:05 pm
Before Alexz truly had an opportunity to twist and mangle the mind of the Founder, he turned to cowardice, choosing to make his retreat instead of admit his defeat. She growled as she felt him gather his energy to propel his ascent and subsequent escape. Launching forward, she propelled herself off the rooftop in pursuit, her fingers seeking to grasp any part of him within reach. Unfortunately, she had moved a tad too late and instead caught nothing but fistfuls of air. As gravity pulled her back down to the rooftop, the kill teams of the Nightwatch opened fire. Her distraction made her unprepared for the attack and she cried out in alarm as two bullets pierced her thigh and another her side. Before her cry was silenced by her contact with the hard surface of the rooftop, she was consumed by the shadows.
((Exit to The Elder's Chambers))
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 12:12 pm
A guttural roar escaped Rogue as the Founder pulled free of her grasp. The building had begun collapsing, as bullets reigned free. The mere fact that he had gotten away made the rage continue to tear through her.
She leapt off the rooftop taking a bullet in her shoulder. She landed, on the side of a building, and leapt backwards gracefully, falling to the ground. The building began to fall and she ran with inhuman speed down the alleyway, and zigzagging through the darkness. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she had known Alexz had been shot, but while the Sanguinarian ran free, the need for more blood consumed her mind.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 5:27 am
Veroen traded blows with The Founder, showing that he was determined to kill the man once and for all through his relentlessness. However, the man caught him off guard with his next move that resulted in the rooftop being barraged with ordnance and gunfire. Veroen attempted to throw up a Void Shield last minute, though it did little to prevent the roof from giving in. Before Veroen knew it, he was falling into the building along with huge chunks of cement and brick, once again becoming buried in rubble, though this time it was quite a bit more rubble than earlier. Disorientated, he laid there for a few moments, gathering his wits while he attempted to recover from the blasts. After the moments had concluded, he disappeared into the Void, to retreat just as the Founder and his men had.
((Exit: Elders Chambers))
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 8:21 pm
The fact that Throne had decided to call her a pretty lady in front of all the vampires seemed demeaning to her. It was nice he thought she was pretty and all but when she was trying to be big and intimidating being called pretty definitely wasn't appreciated on Meredith's end. She was attempting to frighten the vampires into submission to avoid a conflict, not have them refuse to take her seriously because this bloke was going on about how she was pretty. At the same time she still found it weird that he acknowledged her as being feminine. There were few who seemed to remember that despite the fact she acted tough and was probably a lot stronger than most men that she was, in fact, a woman.
It seemed, however, tonight was not going to be one of those nights where her presence alone would prove enough to quell the vampiric beings. Instead of choosing to be afraid of her, they chose to defy her and resist. As a result she was forced to take her own course of action. While Judas chose to cover her back, the vampire she'd been holding by the throat used the distraction as an opportunity to attempt to free himself. However, to no avail; Meredith's grip was a vice of iron and she wasn't about to let go. The vampire ended up thrashing around in a futile attempt to escape from her, soon panicking once he realized he could not hope to compete with her strength. She wasn't budging and neither would he unless she so chose to allow him to.
While Judas dealt with the other three vampires behind her, she remained perfectly still the entire time. She clearly wasn't concerned that they were going to harm her, perhaps a tinge of hubris and overconfidence but more her putting faith into the man and his abilities. As she watched him teleport behind his opponents, essentially dancing circles around them she was certain to maintain her ground. If a vampire rushed for her she still happened to have a free arm to defend herself with or if she was particularly concerned she could always draw her weapon and start firing. So far from the display she was observing, however, she was certain it would not be necessary for her to assist Judas let alone have to defend herself.
Once Judas had rounded up the remainder of the vampires and silenced them, Meredith chose to address the one remaining vampire. Likely the guy was pissing himself by this point and was scared as s**t of them. That being said she also knew revenge was a very strong, potentially dangerous motive to allow someone to walk free with. Such was the debate of a hunter leader at times. She had to set an example for her fellow hunters and at the same time she had to uphold her reputation among the creatures of the night in New York. Looking weak in front of them was not a particularly sound option to her especially now with the Night Watch running rampant. That being said, while the primal wolven part of her wanted to tear the creature to pieces, the human part of her ended up winning over in the end. She chose to have compassion and show mercy if not this one time.
"I specifically said you would be terminated should you resist. All of your friends have paid that price. If I let you go I'd better not catch you again or I assure you you will join your friends in hell. I'll serve as your personal executioner and escort to the afterlife. Now get out of my sight." With that she released her hold on the vampire who was swift to take his leave, disappearing within an instant, running for his life.
"Well then," Meredith finally said with her back to Judas initially though eventually turning to face him and extending her hand to shake, "it seems you are a man of your word. Your technique is very intriguing, that ability of yours is clearly a handy one to possess. Welcome to the hunters, Mr. Schenberg." The thought crossed her mind of sparring with him in order to train herself one day. Void walkers were very similar in that they could draw themselves into the void and remanifest themselves behind someone or over top of them. It would be good for her to have someone that might manage to prove an equal and keep her on her toes. However, for now she decided that they'd probably conducted enough business for the evening and that Throne would probably want to settle down and perhaps rest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 12:34 am
Judas took in a deep breath as he looked down at the last fallen vampire he'd taken out, gun still drawn and ready just in the off chance that the fiend would somehow still get up and attack him. It was a slim chance, but frankly, he'd seen stranger in his career. After a few moments, he was satisfied that he'd finished off the vampire and holstered his weapons. He reached into the pocket of his leather pants, pulling out a small flask. He unscrewed the cap, letting the Chartreuse fall down his throat as he swallowed in gluttonous gulps. Drinks rarely tasted better than after a fight, and this was no exception.
He looked over at the other hunter as she kept the vampire pinned to the wall. He raised his right brow when she decided to be merciful on the vampire, letting him go with a warning. This confused him greatly, as in his experience it was always better to finish off a vampire; the fanged creatures of the night had a very long life, and they were not particularly well known for their willingness to forget slights on their person. Vengeance was sure to come, whether from him, or a gang of his "older brothers" as it were, and there was always the very real possibility that they would actually succeed. Despite Judas's attitude, he by no means took those he hunted lightly; he knew very well that any given night could be his last, and any particular creature could get extremely lucky and have his head on a platter. A vampire with a vendetta was no laughing matter, though Judas would probably still laugh. In the end, they would cross that bridge when they came to it, he supposed.
"You're a much better person than I, love," he said in his deep baritone as he stepped toward the woman. "I like your style though. I love me a strong and dominant woman." He extended his hand, and more specifically his flask, toward the woman. "Chartreuse?"
Meredith seemed to acknowledge his skill, admitting that he was a man of his word. "That's what I've been sayin', love," he said with a smirk. He took her hand in his, still offering the flask with his other hand, and shaking it. She stated that his technique was intriguing and that his ability was clearly a handy one. He took a slightly mocking bow at the compliments. "And I humbly accept your welcome, love." He popped his neck to either side, then in a blink he was gone. He teleported several times in midair, till he reached the rooftop they were at previously. He grabbed his coat, and other things he'd brought with him, then jumped off the roof and teleported himself back to the ground.
He found himself standing on a fire escape just one floor up from Meredith's position, in the same alleyway. He slid his coat back on smoothly as he asked the woman beneath him, "So now that I'm officially one of your crew, what do ya want to do? The night is still too young for me. Maybe we should celebrate my official induction." He leaned against the rail as he looked down at the woman, smirking. "I must say, you look especially stunning from this angle, love."
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:05 pm
Meredith was well aware of her decision and the potential consequences it meant. While it was irresponsible in a certain light, she still possessed a degree of humanity that she clung onto for dear life. What separated her from those she hunted was the conscience she had and the willingness to endow enemies with mercy. It wasn't a common occurrence from her these days but there were times she grew weary of killing even if it was justified. It really wasn't her place to decide who was worthy of life and who wasn't but she was all that stood between humanity and extinction.
That being said, she also knew contempt would only breed more contempt and that was precisely why she had chosen to allow a glimmer of humanity to shine through this evening. Some might perceive it as weakness and a flaw but she would heavily disagree with whoever challenged her on that. To an extent she had purposely done this in front of Judas to set an example and show that not all situations had to end in violence and death. Would it come back to bite her in the a**? Perhaps. Letting that vampire go had certainly been a toss up of the dice and now fate would decide whether her decision had been worthwhile or not. That being said, if the vampire ended up being appreciative of his life being spared it could be a positive thing and help the vampires realize that the hunters were just performing a dutiful obligation for the innocent.
Upon Judas calling her a 'better person' she closed her eyes for a moment and huffed a miniature 'heh' at his statement. "I wouldn't say I'm a better person, I just know where I stand. I wasn't raised a fighter, I was trained as one. I was raised to love and respect those around me and try to make the world a better place. I don't even know what my mother would say if she knew what I've become now or if she would agree with my choices in life." The huntress seemed to pause for a moment of contemplation, amber eyes reverting to hazel as she longingly gazed into the sky. "What I do know is I believe in what I do. I am here to protect those who cannot protect themselves: it's as simple as that. Cross me and you'll be a dead man, work with me and you'll be treated with the utmost hospitality I can muster with the resources I have."
Her transition from serene and contemplative to defensive and sullen was almost immediate as he began lying down the compliments. She was no fool. Man's greatest weapon against a woman was his charm and likewise. She'd just never been great at charming the men. She'd never been the pretty girl that got all the attention and affection of the masses, she'd been the tough one that had always stood her ground even when others tried to bring her down. Meredith called it like it was and never wasted her time trying to please others. If people had a problem with her they were free to tell her. That being said, the likelihood she would change was as likely as a homeless bum becoming a millionaire over night. "Keep in mind a strong, dominant woman that never bothered brushing up on her lady skills so I have no problem socking you in the face if you piss me off."
Upon being offered the liquor, Meredith's countenance grew wary and suspicious. She took the flask but made a shameless effort to smell the contents before appearing to decide the concoction was not drugged or poisoned in any way and took a cautious swig. She swished it around in her mouth once to taste it and finally decided to swallow. "Thanks," she said gruffly as she handed the flask back to the strange Brit.
"Just because you've made it through the initial screening process," she warned firmly, "doesn't mean you'll remain a hunter. Consider yourself on probation. You ******** up and you're done like an overcooked grandma's dinner." It was after she finished her piece that Judas decided to teleport away to retrieve his things and whatever else it was he did in a matter of seconds ...
"Celebrate? What do you want, a ******** parade?" Was this guy serious? This wasn't some luxury lifestyle he'd just happened upon. It was a job and it was a serious one at that and to be treated as such. That wasn't to say hunters couldn't have fun but what the ******** was he expecting her to pull out of her a** to celebrate him joining? They'd already gone for drinks, what the ******** else was there he wanted? "And before you say you want to celebrate with sexual favors or some bullshit like that: the answer is no, go ******** yourself. If you can come up with some other way to celebrate, though, I'm all ears."
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 6:28 pm
He looked on towards the woman with a bit of a quizzical expression as she spoke about the way she was raised, speaking of how she was taught to respect all life. Strangely, though she countered his claim that she was a better person than him, she only helped to solidify that stance. His father had no such stance on such matters. Perhaps it was his position as a scientist, but Richard Schenberg raised him with rather cold and calloused sensibilities; if someone wrong you, wrong them right back to the point that they could not even think about wronging you again. It was not about revenge, but balance, and eliminating a future threat. His father never had much sentimentality to offer him, but that never really affected Judas in a negative way. His purpose was to be a hunter, to kill the dark things that threatened the night. Technically, he should not even be making nice with Meredith; his father would have told him to kill the woman on the spot, just for her bestial nature.
But she was pretty, and she had a fire within her that attracted him to her, so he would not be killing her anytime soon, his father be damned.
"I don't know what your mother might say, pet, but I imagine if it weren't for you this city would be painted a much darker shade of red." In a rather uncharacteristic turn, his tone was more serious now, his expression somewhat somber, his voice softer. "At the end of the night, the important thing is you do what's right, and ends up savin' more lives that wouldn't go on livin' otherwise. If savin' a fanger accomplishes that, then who am I to judge?" While he disagreed with the choice, he did not disagree with the sentiment, and even commended for her. He knew that he, personally, would not be able to make such a choice. Like his father, his methods were more scientific, cold, calculating; he was by no means an emotionless husk, but in the end he did not go with his gut more than he did his brain, practicality and function over emotion and intent. He was a scientist too, after all, just one more field-tested. He welcomed the chance to work with someone more passionate in her occupation, for far too many of his British hunters worked in much the same way he did, even if they were not as loose in protocol as he was. "I have no other intention than to do what I was made to do, love. That means I'm behind you all the way," he said. He cracked a smirk again then. "And I'll sure as hell be enjoyin' the view."
His smirk deepened when she went on to say that she would willingly hit him in the face, not being a proper lady. "I wouldn't have it any other way, pet," he said with a light chuckle. "I've never liked 'proper' ladies, myself. I'm from England, the birthplace of 'proper' ladies. I can tell you firsthand, they're ********' boring. I like a strong woman who can take me in a fight and drink me under the table, someone I can discuss battle tactics and gun construction with. Dainty girls who are just looks are just not enough for me, at least not for anythin' more than a one-nighter, and even then they tend to be rather boring." Perhaps his admission was not the most graceful, but he was nothing if not brutally honest. "So go ahead and punch me if I piss you off. That just makes you all the more beautiful."
He noticed the way she checked the offered drink over, as if expecting there to be poison in it. It amused him greatly; what was she expecting, him to carry a flask full of his favorite kind of liquor filled with poison on the off chance he gets to offer it to her? What was he supposed to be in it anyway, silver nitrate? She eventually took a sip of the Chartreuse, then handed back the flask, thanking him. He nodded his head slightly. "The best drinks are those one drinks right after a fight." She went on to explain that he was still only on probation, and that if he were to mess anything up, he would be out of the crew. "Naturally," he said simply.
Upon teleporting to the fire escape above the huntress, he suggested they go celebrate his official induction. Naturally, she reacted in disbelief, asking sarcastically if they should throw him a parade. "Would be nice," he countered. "Floats, confetti, marching band, those buff gay strippers you Americans are so fond of…" He drifted off as she went on, suggesting that he would have the audacity to suggest they celebrate in the sweatiest of ways. If he did not know himself any better, he would be offended, but at this point, he did not blame her. It just so happened that this one time, his intentions were purely innocent. Once again he disappeared in that puff of black smoke he always disappeared into, reappearing just before the woman, stepping toward her. "It's like you haven't even been paying attention," he said with a mock frown as he walked past her. "I was gonna suggest we go back to that bar and empty the ********' tap, or find another bar to drown ourselves in." He stopped just a few feet past her, turning his head back to her, lips curved in a smirk. "But I'm flattered that I'm on your mind in such ways, pet." With that, he continued walking, not really stopping to wait on her to follow him, just expecting her to. If she didn't, that was her business. When he reached his motorcycle, he removed all his hunting equipment, aside from his shoulder-holstered pistol, and shoved them inside his saddlebag. He took a seat and turned the bike on, getting it ready to take off, pulling up his bandanna to cover his face.
He turned his head back toward Meredith. "We goin' anywhere, love, or am I ridin' these lonely streets alone tonight?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 9:05 pm
This block of the city was hushed in silence, only broken by subtle noises, such as cars in the distance, or the casual chatter of oblivious humans. A crumpled piece of newspaper from the previous day tumbled in the midnight breeze down the sidewalk, passing by a darkened alleyway that was occupied by a middle aged homeless man, who was passed out with a brown paper sack that held his source of indulgent for the evening. Laying on a pile of trash, he slept unsuspecting of what would occur in the alleyway. He grumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, more than likely dreaming of past experiences.
As if on cue, a flash of Void energy crackled the midnight air a mere 4 feet from the sleeping man, sending a gust of air out of the alleyway. The shadows warped and writhed, as if alive, and a low pitched snarl was emitted from an unseen source. The homeless man stirred, though before he could comprehend being awake, he was jerked from his bed of thrown away materials, and into the area of shadow that seemed to consume the moonlight that bled into the alleyway from above. The man had but a moment to scream, and as the frightened sound escaped his mouth, it quickly turned into a sickening gurgle as blood filled his lungs following the savage motion of Veroen's fangs burrowing into his throat. He flailed helplessly against the strength of his attacker, but in vain.
After a mere 30 seconds, the corpse fell to the ground completely drained with a thud, released from the cold grip of the pale Void Elder. Veroen stood, black tattered leather covering his legs, and with black boots still on his feet. His bare chest seemed to blend into the shadows as he stepped forward. His eyes remained blackened with madness and thirst, for the man he just drained had little to offer the unsatisfiable thirst of the Void Elder. The dead midnight air had little to offer his senses, save for the slight hint of Lycan on the air...
He turned his head silently with a savage smirk, gauging how far the source of the scent was from his position. The old part of him that was a trained Death Dealer craved Lycan blood, only fueled by the potent presence of Void in his mind. Upon hearing a motorcycle start in one of the alleyways down the street, he silently melted into the ground, becoming one with the void shadows.
"We goin' anywhere, love, or am I ridin' these lonely streets alone tonight?"
The words hung in the air as Veroen melted into visibility in front of the human on the motorcycle, still shirtless with those menacing blackened eyes that contrasted the silver irises that suggested Void consumption.
"Lonely streets indeed." The words were emitted with casual wrath from his mouth, which was curled into a savage grin. Without following up his words with more talk, or giving the human the chance to reply, he lunged forward with the speed of a true Elder, thrusting an extended arm sideways at the front of the motorcycle with strength amplified by the void and his bloodlust, aiming to fling the man made vehicle and its rider towards the wall of the alleyway. He had taken note of the female Lycan behind the human, though he gave her little thought as his arm cut through the air towards the side of the two wheeled vehicle.
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