Nightstalkers: Terror in London [[Open and accepting]]

[Malice Dreamweaver]

Neonnaluel rolled his eyes, checking out his fingernails. They were sharpened to points, dangerously so. One could maim someone with nails like his. His grip on his cane grew harder. He wouldn't sully his nails...but his trusty cane would do it just fine.
"I don't care if it's a half or full demon," he said with a shrug, "If you rip it's head off and then crush it to a pulp along with the body, It's not going to get back up."  

[Rebel Of Death]

"Hmph you have a point..." Vergil said. "But what makes you think you'll be able to get close enough? Hes about as talented as me and with his guns he can keep people away pretty easily."  

[Aakosir]

{{ Bump }}  

[Aakosir]

{{ Bump? gonk }}  

[Malice Dreamweaver]

Neonnaluel looked at Vergil with a raised eyebrow. So what did it matter? He could kill Dante with a hand tied behind his back if he wanted.
"I don't see you getting any hits on him," he said with a shrug.  

[Aakosir]

Aakosir entered the run down shack and was immediatly stared at. She was one of the few female lycans in the world and she was hungered for. She ignored the hungry stares and walked over to the pack leader. He was old, but could still hold his one in a fight. She bowed her head and began to explain what had happened. His eyes grew more angry as she went on, even though his face remained an expressionless mask. He was one of the very few who could hide his anger.  

[Rebel Of Death]

Vergil stood up to his full height and turned to look at Nonnaleulm "You havent seen me fight him." He said simply before walking towards the other side of the roof where he could jump off of the building without being seen.  

[Malice Dreamweaver]

Neonnaluel raised an eyebrow to him, laying down on the side of the building. "When the day comes when you CAN fight him, call me," he said with an exasperated tone. He didn't know why he bothered talking to Vergil in the first place. The man was dryer than he was, and Luel didn't really give a care for it. Although, Vergil was a good ally to have.
"Bored," he sighed, scratching his scalp and watching the city below.  

[Rebel Of Death]

Vergil looked up the building and nodded to Neonnaluel in agreement and then walked down the alley way and was slowly shrowded in shadows.  

[Aakosir]

Aakosir left the pack's hide out sometime later. She was feeling a little better, but had to get to work. She entered the city's limits and headed to her apartment to grab her uniform, or lack of. She raced to the brothel and snuck in the back door, so not to disturb anyone. She climbed the stairs to the worker's quarters and changed in to the appropriate attire for a brothel, then headed back down to serve some drinks at the bar.  

[Aakosir]

{{ No! I won't let it die! *give the RP mouth to mouth resusitation* Live! }}  

[Rebel Of Death]

(*Pokes RP* is it dead?)  

[Aakosir]

{{ crying I believe so }}  

[Rebel Of Death]

((Oh.... well that sucks))  

[Malice Dreamweaver]

((We could all start something new with the same characters in it.))