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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 2:22 am
Alfred looked at Rogue, 'Well without being to forward, I suggest we find out where the Founder is hiding and then kill the b*****d! I'm hoping that with his death, his control over his enclave will dissipate and they will stop their campaign of extermination. Though I do admit I am positive some of his followers know all too well what they are doing and do it willingly. And I must acknowledge that relations with the Lycans will not be repaired any time soon. There will be repercussions for our race but that is the price we will have to pay if we want to stop the Founder.'
He looked to Alexz, 'On a more personal note, it is good seeing you once again Mistress Greene, it has been far too long. My Master is quite taken with you. Though he would never admit to this. I am only sorry I couldn't tell you this under better circumstances.' He reached into his pocket and brought out an ornate brooch bearing Alexz' family crest. 'He had this made for you. I collected it from the jewellers the same day he went to confront the Founder. I've had it with me ever since. Please, it is yours.' He said giving it to her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 3:22 pm
Ceon walked into the bar, not caring who or what was in this place. Even if he tried to hide, he would stick out like a sore thumb, now standing at seven and a half feet tall. He flicked out a cigarette and lit it slowly. Ceon savored the burning flavor tobacco and blew several smoke rings before sitting down at the bar and ordering a beer. The oversized lycan sat there for a while, contemplating who he knew was still in the city. He had lived in seclusion for quite some time, and coming out of hiding was always a bit awkward.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:24 pm
Psychic blanks were only heard of in legends and were very rarely found in society. Her lips pressed together as she tried to read his mind, but to no avail. She equated it to hearing the high pitched tones of a television that's been turned on, but not tuned in to any particular station. Her eyes connected with Rogue's.
"I don't think he's lying either...but I can't tell...this is so frustrating! I don't even know how it's possible..." her mind wandered for a moment before she continued, "And I am definitely not the most powerful psychic on this earth...but I trained with Velante...he taught me everything he knew, including knowledge of other psychics...I've never heard of this Founder before and it worries me, too."
"Finding him and stopping him is exactly what we have to do..."
Alexz's expression softened as Alfred addressed her more personally. If she had been human, she would have blushed as he mentioned Kensington's feelings for her. A sad smile graced her face as she accepted the brooch and ran her thumb over the crest; it had been forever since she had seen her family crest and it was incredibly thoughtful and sentimental of him. How could he have changed so much in such a short amount of time? And how could she have been so quick to anger with him at the bar?
"Thank you, Alfred, really. It's beautiful. I'm sorry the circumstances aren't better as well...I wish I could thank him," she said softly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 9:37 pm
Rogue didn't like that Alexz had never heard of the Founder. This really meant that they were staring at blank pages. Rogue took a long drag as Alexz looked over the brooch.
"We must alert the coven of the breech in the peace if they haven't already figured it out. I suppose we will have to more closely observe the boundaries of the old territories...though that whole city block was basically decimated tonight..."
She knew they had a lot more than a city block.
A puzzled look crossed Rogue's face. "Where did this Founder even come from. How could we not have heard of him until now. It seems he wants to be known, so why now? What is the initiative now? Its not like lycans have been extinct for the past few millenia."
She took another long drag and spoke ...almost in a low growl.
"And when someone is personally trying me and mine...from within my own household, I swear to you, there is going to be hell to pay."
Her eyes began to glow and she turned to the window straining for control, but a growl caught in her throat. She hated to be threatened by the unknown. She had been stalked and been on the hitlists for many races for years...but this type of war...
She took a drag and stood brooding, looking down at the people within the club from her office window. She could see out, and they could not see in. She saw a lycan sitting at the bar.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 5:29 am
Alcohol had become like water to Ceon. Any drink was broken down so fast in his body, he would have to chug a bottle of whiskey just to get a buzz. He kept on drinking though. Whether it was force of habit, addiction, or boredom, he wasn't sure of, nor did he care as long as he didn't get too messed up. Ceon had to be careful in this place, as he assumed that most of the people in here were vampires, just waiting for a human or lycan to step over the line. Pounding shot after shot of Russian Vodka, the bartender could do nothing but stare, wondering how the man sitting across from him wasn't absolutely s**t-faced.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 8:20 pm
After his fifth shot, Ceon gave up on trying to get drink. Training for so long, his body just wouldn't let the alcohol sit long enough for him to legitimately feel drunk. The abnormally tall man stood up to crack his knuckles and neck, then paid his tab. He could feel the gazes from the vampires around him, but he didn't care. They wouldn't touch him, not a lycan of his size. Even if they tried, they would meet their demise soon enough. With an air of dominance, Ceon strolled out of the bar.
(exit to park)
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 11:42 am
Lance quietly slinked into Las Noches, nervously skittering by the vampire bouncers at the entrance, who gave him some very unpleasant stares, as he passed in. Biting his lip, and shuffling over to a corner, the pup inhaled a little. He'd been keeping his head down since the brush he, Rogue, and Alexz had with kensington's squad. The wound he'd received was little more then a faint patch of pink on his ribs, but it was enough for him to be more cautious. So why had he come to a bar controlled by vampires? The lycans were in an uproar right now, and he was not looking forward to the kinds of plans that were being made there. Not to mention the full moon was nearing, and that got his kind riled up without fail. Including himself. There was also thew chance that he might encounter Rogue, who had of course been on his mind.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:48 pm
Rogue saw Lance enter the bar.
She swore under her breath but everyone in the room could hear.
The pup's gonna get himself killed sooner rather than later.
Something within her wanted to offer Lance sanctuary, but something begged her that she wouldn't dare. Her showing any sort of leniency to any sort of dog could be seen as weakness within the coven, and she would not be seen fit as any sort of leader.
But for some strange reason, she knew this dog would try and save her life in a heartbeat. She read the loyalty in his aura to her.
Damn it.
She took a long drag on her cigarette and continued to stare out the one sided looking glass.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 3:00 pm
Lance continued to flit about the bar anxiously, near constantly shying away from any vampire who noticed him. Which was gradually becoming the entire floor. After a few minutes, he fled, heart racing slightly, not out the door, as would have been sensible. He was a bit too panicked for that. No, he went to the bathroom, hiding in a stall. Those vampires in the club who had been watching, chuckled, amused, and nearly all lost interest in the frightened little pup.
A particular vampire detached himself from the crowd though. A slender spiky haired fellow who Rogue wouldn't recognize as a regular, but possibly just as someone who'd shown up the past few weeks and began hanging around. He walked calmly into the bathroom, likely just going to wash his hands, or make use of the facilities, so to speak. But for someone like Rogue, who could scan thoughts, the intentions of the nameless bloodsucker, who was actually named peter, were clear. Once inside, he made a point of using a urinal, washing his hands slowly, knowing that lance would have smelled him coming. Waiting for the pup to relax, and try and leave. Which lance did, after a few minutes. Just before he could reach the door, then Peter sprung forward, easily pinning the young man to a wall, fangs sliding into view as his lips curled back. "Hello little pup...." Lance paled, and thrashed, to no avail, his attacker's grip just tightening on him, slamming him somewhat roughly against the wall, then snarled. "Hold still, mutt. If you keep squirming I might get your blood on my coat."
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:18 am
((Writer's block, gahh XD))
With a small smile, Alexz pinned the brooch to her shirt. As her mind shifted to their current predicament, the smile vanished. Where the Founder had come from and why puzzled her more than anything. How could he benefit from breaking a long standing truce in New York City? And why now? Was there an underlying reason to his intrusion?
"Hell to pay is right..." she said darkly.
She crossed her arms, her unfocused gaze aimed at the floor, and withdrew into herself as thoughts of this Founder shifted around in her mind. She could feel Rogue's anger and frustation shift as Lance entered the bar, but it wasn't concerning enough to draw her out of the sanctuary of her mind. Instead of being brought to awareness by the aggression downstairs, she was pulled into the mind of Lance's attacker.
"Hello little pup..." her voice distorted, she channelled the vampire downstairs, "Hold still, mutt. If you keep squirming I might your blood on my coat."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:22 pm
Rogue looked over into Alexz's eyes and spoke into her mind.
Remember who we're dealing with. I want you to have that brooch scanned in the lab for any bugs. We can't be too careful, you know. And we don't really know Alfred's loyalties.
In that moment, she felt Lance's fear. He was tethered to her by his blood. She could sense those she had tasted. While she looked into Alexz's eyes, her iris's narrowed, and she felt an instinct spike.
Alexz...where is he?!
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:15 pm
Though she didn't suspect that the brooch was bugged, she realized the need to be cautious in their current situation. If they discovered that the brooch was indeed a bug, Kensington would be digging a deeper hole for himself. She disliked distrusting him, but he brought it upon himself.
Brought back to reality by Rogue speaking into her mind, the room and her surroundings came back into focus.
"Downstairs. Mens Bathroom. Followed by vampire, Peter. Against the wall. He wants to drain him." she spoke quickly and clearly, condensing the information so she wouldn't waste precious time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 2:30 pm
((Oh jeez, I have been gone forever. I am so sorry.))
Lance squirmed and thrashed in the vampire's grip, letting out a desperate yelp. A few quick slams against the wall on peter's part knocked the wind out of lance, as well as any resistance. "I said..." Slam! "...hold still!" Panting, and weakly squirming, lance scrabbled at the vampire shoulder's trying to press him away, even as peter solidified his hold, and forced the lycan's head back. "Mnm, you smell good for such a young mutt..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 6:10 am
Alfred bowed respectfully to the two Elders, 'I will await your instructions, I am eager to assist in any way, though I realise my loyalties are uncertain to you at this time. I will of course submit to any form of interrogation you wish. Considering my Master is not what I can in good conscience call sound of mind I pledge myself to you until such time as my Master's senses are restored.'
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 9:09 pm
Rogue bit her lip feeling a rush of Lance's fear. She tasted her own blood.
"Alfred. Basically I see no other choice than to trust you. And I want to see Lord Kensington restored to his natural state if possible. We must protect ourselves, but as much as I want him punished for his treachery, he will be on a no kill list if we can avoid it. Obviously, we want to stay alive. Injure and detain seems like a good plan, but with such strong psychic power, we really are going to need to come up with some plan.
I am open to suggestions. And I suggest we try to defuse the lycan situation before we move further. If you'll excuse me, I need to diffuse a situation in my own club at this very moment."
She nodded her head slightly and slipped out in a blur and made her way to the bathroom. Her hand went to the neck of the vampire threatening Lance. She slammed him into the tiles, and lifted him up to her face crushing his windpipe. It would of course heal in a matter of moments, but that did not mean it did not hurt like hell.
"This one is mine..." By claiming Lance, she basically put him under her protection. Her eyes were alit a glowing emerald as she bit out her threat
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