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The setting is in Seattle USA. The time is now.
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Vampires and lycanthropes are real. Everybody knows that. Magic is real. Everybody knows that too and accepts it. What they don't always accept is that vampires and lycanthropes have won a landmark case in the US Supreme Court and have full rights as citizens. It is now a crime to kill one in the USA and Canada. Other parts of the world still have bounties on them.(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/ladyjallyn/ab2.jpg)
People can make a living using magic. There are specialists called Animators, who call the dead from their graves. The police routinely consult psychics and the Catholic church has its own covens of witches. It's a great time to be alive and a better time to be undead. Want to live forever? The Church of Eternal Life will make you a vampire. For a donation, of course.
It's not all hugs and puppies for lycanthropes, however. They are shunned, feared and discriminated against. Lycanthropy is contagious. Vampires eat people. Not everyone is willing to have them as neighbors, coworkers or friends. Life can be tough if you get furry during the full moon or have a permanent set of fangs. And being a vampire doesn't guarantee you a night job.
Hey life has its problems whether you're alive, undead or fuzzy. That is what makes it all so interesting.
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Plot Synopsis for the previous RP thread (Archive 8 surmised).....
Seattle held its conference for the introduction of its new Preternatural Crime/Investigation unit. All of the unit is introduced as well as the new addition of Officer Caldwell to their ranks. Suki Neubosato is forced to get up and explain to the press and cameras what the units intentions are and how they feel they will make a difference. She learns of the fact that shes received a 'promotion' as head of the unit on stage and will be looking to have words with the chief when time permits.
Many of the shifters and vampires at the city attended as well as media people, city officials, etc. Brandy MacCrae made her first public appearance on the arm of Nigel Salvatore which angered her Leopard Raj, who had come to see the hype with a small handful of his leopards. As well leopardess Cynara returns from her trip up north to explain to her family that she is now a shifter.
Morvan made an appearance at the conference and got into an argument with a lioness and a reporter, before ducking out of the limelight. He had a short conversation with Brandy and Nigel Salvatore but made it clear that things were not finished between the three of them.
Father Domenic Sozio hosted the conference and served as Master of Ceremonies. He's put on a good face of being neutral, even after being closely questioned by a reporter who obviously knew his history as far as vampires was concerned.
The werewolves have observed the conference without any major interaction, except for the bizarre licking of one of the werewolves by Leslie, one of Morvan's leopards.
The wererats are also present. While Nick and Lillia assisted on a police matter, Mike, Don and Logan have been left to their own devices.
Jules Xavier Chalice has remained behind the scenes but is closely monitoring events and their progression through his associate/lover Jonah.
Tristian and Whilhem both vampiric new comers of the city finally met with Nigel Salvatore to ask for place to stay and live. Both vampires are currently undergoing sponsor ship. They have been accepted and will soon be giving their blood oath to the Master of the city.
The vampire known as Jewels has just finished her 3 month sponsorship and is now officially one of Seattle's newest vampire residents. She turned up at the conference after her sponsor persuaded her to. She stayed at the back and ran into two werewolves on the way out. They exchanged a few words no blood was spilled but it was a reminder of the lack of love 'tween wolves and vampires in the city.
Katherine a young woman who is a feline shape shifter has come to the city of Seattle to try and find more of her kind. At the conference she meets up with several people the leopards as well as a lioness who is looking for other lion shifters as well as a charming and eccentric were fox named Jonah who offered to assist in both of the ladies search for others of their kind.
Nigel Salvatore feels a cat in the room and tells his faithful aide Waylon to follow the young woman and find out as much as he can about her.
During the conference a call comes in and the Seattle Preternaural Crimes unit is called out to the scene to investigate the claims of a were rat gone rogue. The find instead a woman that is new to being a shifter. With the help of Nick the rat king and his aide Lillia they coax the girl back into her human form but Jack finds most of a body in one of the junk yard cars. It looks that the serial killer that they have been tracking for the past couple of months may have struck again. The officers take the distraught woman down to the station for questioning but after an hours worth of interrogation they come to realize that due to the womans recent change from rat to human she is just too exhausted to give them anything worth while. Celes and Caldwell get called out on a public disturbance call about a vampire that was trying to break into a elderly mans home. They investigate the crime scene but bad weather and lack of clues leave them with little to report.
Later the next day Jonah makes a call to Ben Rothwell a were lion in Seattle who lectures on wildlife on the African Belts and Advocates Shifter rights to let him know hes found a woman that happens to be just like him. Shocked to hear the news the Rex tells Jonah to make it so and arrange a meeting.
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Sept 1rst from 12:16 pm- Jonah's office - Jonah
Jonah smiled, "I shall give her a call now. Thank you for your time, hope to see then." After a fare well, Jonah hung up and sighed. "Crap, I wonder if Jules got my message. He just might would want to meet with hem as well. Possibly... Anyway..."
Jonah took a deep breath and shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. he found his wallet and picked up the receiver once again. His fingers brushed over the digits, lightly as he thought about his approach. He waited patiently for Semirato answer
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Sept 1rst from 12:16 pm- Jonah's office - Semira Snyder
The phone rang just as Semira got in the door. She knew only few people would know where she was or have this number, and hoped that it was the one call she had truly been waiting for. Her hand floated over the receiver, letting the phone ring once more before answering. "Hello?" her greeting came out somewhat nervously, but she didn't care. She was too intent on finding out who was on the other side of the line.
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September 1st 8:45am-9:30am-ArchAngel Towers- Katherine
Katherine showed up a few minutes early but had been given directions to the humans resources office. She had greeted the secretary and had explained which temp agency she was from and that she had come to fill out her paper work so she could start as soon as they needed them.
She had been given a folder full of documents to read over and fill out. The brunet read over them carefully and shook her head absolutely amazed at how much detail they wanted. Katherine shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't like disclosing that she was a shifter. It made most employers nervous so for medical conditions and disability's she left it as N/A but sighed as she read down further and saw that they then asked for any known allergies. She sighed and put in Nickel and Silver.
For preferred days off she wrote that she preferred the dates of the full moon off but indicated it by only filling in the days rather than saying the day before, of and after the full moon. It wouldn't take a genius to figure it out in the scheduling department. Over time was checked off as well, Kat had no problems with long hours or hard work if the money was right. She was after all not rich and money was something she needed to help with her search for others like herself.
As for schedule preference in regards to mornings afternoons or evenings she wrote that she was flexible that that she preferred afternoons. It gave her the ability to sleep in if she was out late at night checking out leads. It also meant getting off work at a reasonable time in the evening to hit up bars clubs and whatever else.
Which a sigh Kat finally stood up and offered the secretary a shy smile and slid the paper work across her counter top. "Ok I think we are done." She said. "You guys are definitely through I've worked for alot of places but I've never seen that much paper work before." She replied with a chuckle.
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September 1st 5:30am- Kyles ranch
Kyle walked down into the kitchen in the darkness and reached for the light switch. The lights flared to life and the tall man let out a yawn. "Time to feed my army." he muttered.
He pulled out family pack of eggs and put them on the island and pulled out the flour. Todays menu would include pancakes, scrambled eggs, and Turkey bacon. and french toast along with fresh fruit.
Kyle heard a key turn in the front door lock and the familiar scent of Brandy was suddenly upon his nose. "Morning Brandy."
"Uhhhh its still AM and I'm awake. Long night I'm bushed." The auburn haired leopardess replied as she stifled a yawn.
"You are having breakfast right?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah I guess I can stay up. But I swear if Morvan starts shit with me..." She warned.
"Great well come on in I know you cant cook to save your life but be a goddess and go into the fridge pull out the cantaloupe in there along with the pineapple and strawberries. Dice em up for me and put them on the fruit plate." Kyle replied.
Brandy just nodded and padded over to the fridge and began pulling out the listed contents.
"So why would you and he have words?' Kyle asked as he measured out the ingredients to make his pancakes.
"My latest job assignment." Brandy replied.
Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Can you hit the coffee maker the smell of coffee will have the crew rising from their beds." He replied with a grin "So whats so crazy about this new assignment."
"I'm escorting for Nigel Salvatore." Brandy said casually.
Kyle was still for a moment. "I see..." he replied calmly. "And Morvan isn't impressed due to the no vamp rule."
"Precisely. God your not only handy in the home but you got a lot going on upstairs too." Brandy joked as she turned on the coffee pot.
"Thanks. Yeah I can see this might be one of those days. He is the leader now though Brandy. I know you're a big girl and you can take care of yourself. But its not my place to say anything now. You and Mellisa used to donate to the vampires as a token of good will so we didn't end up with anymore enemies but thats changed. You don't smell very vampy for having been with one all night."
"I had an extra long shower before I came home and changed clothes. The last thing I want is for Mr. Midget to start bitching that I smell like a corpse." She sighed.
Kyle shook his head. "You two do seem to love to hate each other. There are days where I expect you to whip out what you got in your jeans and say Ah ha! Mine is bigger Morvan. As a side note don't let him hear you call him that. Hes touchy about his height I think."
"Yeah Yeah. I don't haee him Kyle. I just think hes pushy and opinionated and well... I don't need a daddy to tell me what I can and cannot do. Besides he cant freak on me I took this contract before he became the Raj so he can suck it up."
"Ah Brandy..." Kyle sighed "My dear you so do have a way with words."
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Sept 1st !0am Seattle Police department- Suki Neubosato
Suki sat across the desk from the police chief and listened intently.
"So basically yes its a promotion of sorts." The cheif replied calmly. "You're father had a rep for being a good cop I don't see the problem. After all you are the one with the degree in preternatural biology and whatnot."
"But earlier you said I was too new to be in charge of anything."
The older chief sighed and ran his hadn though his salt and pepper brush cut. "Be that as it may I changed my mind. Besides this could work out well for you. Theres a slight pay raise and if you do well you get to keep the position. However if you fuck this up Neubosato you're new and a rookie and I can have you replaced and we can tell the press you didn't have what it took."
Suki frowned and held back the retort. So it was to be like this was it? A tray of glory and honor but failure meant losing massive amounts of face. She sighed. "Very well chief I will do my best but some warning would have been nice." She replied Dryly as she stood up and gave the man a curt nod.
She watched the chief smile smuggly and made her way out to the preternatural departments office.
Patrick Davies was at his desk looking over paper work. "Morning boss."
"Not funny Patrick." Suki replied.
"Aww but you are the boss now."
"Its just the chiefs insurance policy to look good. We have to shine or were all screwed." She replied darkly as she picked up her green tea and took a sip. It was cold and she set it back down on the desk unimpressed.
"Whos in for the day shift today?"
"Amy, Myself, You, and Brooke. David, Maria, and Jack have the evening shift." Patrick replied. "I'm just checking up on the reports from last night. So sounds like you guys had a party last night down at the junk yard."
"Yeah a really big fiesta." Suki replied as she slipped behind her desk and looked at her notes. "You've read the report."
"Another body was found. You think its our guy?'
"Too early to tell we havent got the reports back from our guys yet about the body. Probably will have them by this afternoon with luck."
"Yeah with luck." Patrick replied. "So I heard you let that were rat leave last night."
"Yes shes due back in at the station for eleven to redo the interview. Last night was a mess. She wasn't able to give us much. She was advised not to leave town and be in here on time for the questioning. She will be back if not ... lets not think about it. We couldn't hold her cause the guy at the hospital wouldn't press charges. But she is wanted for questioning about the body and what not. I don't know what we will get from her but we can hope theres something. More than likely our boys in forensics will have more answer that she will." She said sounding a bit down.
"So whos doing this interview?"
"I figure we can let Brooke and Amy have the spot light today. Jack seemed to not have much luck with her. He scared the hell out of her. I think hes more used to an aggressive interview. I'll stand by in the observation room on call if you need me for anything though.
"That works."
"So where are the girls now?"
Patrick grinned. "I sent them on a coffee run. The coffee in here is shit and you know it.'
"Lovely." Suki answered leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes for a second.
"You look like shit Suki."
"I didn't get to bed till 3:30am. I only got three and a half hours of sleep."
Patrick nodded. "Yeah you got the shitty end of the stick partner. I was in home and in bed by 2am." he replied with a chuckle.
"Thats right Davies rub it in. Rub it in just a little harder." she murmured.
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Sept 1st 10am Seattle Police department- Amy Caldewll
The duo of Amy and Brooke had just entered the offwhite offices once again, coffee's in hand. Amy grinned over At Suki, putting down a cup of green tea to replace the old one, "I noticed your tea... I also noticed I've seen igloos warmer, so I got you a new one. Hope you don't mind." She then walked over to Patrick and put down his piping hot drink before him, giving the man a grin aswell.
Amy herself had opted for a grande double shot espresso. The womans shift from the night previous had ended just three hours ago. Enough time to lay down for a few minutes, shower, and make herself look decent. Although, not a sign of a bag was under the womans eyes.
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Sept 1st 10am Seattle Police department- Suki Neubosato
Suki looked up at the two girls. She nodded to Amy "Very observant of you Officer Caldwell. So when our were rat comes in did you and Brooke want to have a go at interviewing her?" She asked sipping her new tea.
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Sept 1st 10am Seattle Police department- Amy Caldewll
"Sure thing! Got the file?" Amy asked taking another sip of her drink. She took a seat at her desk, signing into her computer and looked the file up.
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Sept 1st 10:15am Seattle Police department- Suki Neubosato
"Brooke and Jack were doing the questioning last night you will likely find the file at either of their desks. If you ladies wish to settle into the interview room and get caught up to speed on things you can then discuss how you will be handing and proceeding with this interview."Suki said motion over to Brooke and Jacks desks.
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September 1st 9:30am-ArchAngel Towers - Human Resources
The young woman scanned the form briefly. "You indicated a silver allergy and requested the full moon off but you didn't indicate you had any kind of a medical condition. Would I be reading too much into it if I asked if you were a shapeshifter? It won't stand against you. Archangel employs any number of preternaturals. If you aren't a shapeshifter, you may have trouble getting the full moon off. We give those days by preference to the shapeshifters on staff."
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September 1st 5:35 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"People are going to talk about my height behind my back anyway, so why should I worry about what they say in front of my face?" Morvan opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He would have drunk from the jug except for the fact that he respected Kyle too much to do something so uncouth. He took a sip. "People seem to enjoy doing things behind my back. Tell me, Brandy, did you make this deal with the devil because you actually thought Kyle had a chance of taking me or did you do it just so that you could throw it in my face?"
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Sept 1st 10:15am Seattle Police department- Father Domenic Sozio
"Officer Neubosato, can I have a word with you please?" The priest who was advising the preternatural unit was looking a little unsettled. "Have you heard about this?" He pulled a new leather wallet from his pocket and flipped it open. Inside was a federal marshal's badge. "Because I'm the vampire executioner, I've been given the authority of a federal marshal and I've been 'advised' by my superiors that I'm to do everything possible to see to it that I perform these new duties adequately. I wasn't aware that God could fire somebody but it looks like that's the case if I screw up."
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September 1st 5:35 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"People are going to talk about my height behind my back anyway, so why should I worry about what they say in front of my face?" Morvan opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He would have drunk from the jug except for the fact that he respected Kyle too much to do something so uncouth. He took a sip. "People seem to enjoy doing things behind my back. Tell me, Brandy, did you make this deal with the devil because you actually thought Kyle had a chance of taking me or did you do it just so that you could throw it in my face?"
September 1st 5:36 am- Kyles Ranch - Brandy
"i took the job because Mr. Salvatore is a client and it was done before your rein dictatorship started Morvan. I had rather hoped that Kyle and Michael would have wiped the floor with you but they didn't. As it is I cannot break the contract with Mr. Salvatore. I'm locked in for a year if I break it I have to pay him what we agreed would be my yearly salary plus expenses. " Brandy replied as she forceful chopped the cantalope in half her eyes felt on Morvan after the cutting blow. "You will just have to suck it up buttercup unless you are going to beat the shit out of me lets just leave it as it is. Its water under the bridge."
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September 1st 9:32am-ArchAngel Towers - Human Resources- Katherine
"Well... You see.... its like.... I don't consider it a medical condition and ... Well...." Katherine felt herself blush and sighed. "Yes I am. I'm just not used to employers being alright with that." She shook her head looking embarrassed "I don't like people knowing I'm different thats all."
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Sept 1st 10:15-10:18am Seattle Police department- Suki
Her brown eyes fell on the badge and she nodded "Well good morning to you Federal Marshal Sozio. Congratulations on your ummm promotion. I do have time to talk but unfortunately I don't have my own office. Will you accompany me to the observation room so we can talk in private?"
The two walked down the corridors of the station and Suki unlocked the observation room door and held it open for Father Sozio. She sat down in one of the chairs. "It seems there are a lot of promotions being thrown around and despite them being honorable and prestigious one can't help but feel like they have a noose around their neck. What can I do to assist you today?"
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September 1st 5:37 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"I can only protect you if you let me," Morvan said with a sigh. "I don't know what it is about dead things that you just can't seem to leave them alone. They're dead. They're predators. One day, they will turn on you and I will be too far away to help. I don't want to see you dead Brandy. I've seen too many of my kind die to ever want to see another one fall, even one who goes to such lengths to defy my rules."
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September 1st 9:32am-ArchAngel Towers - Human Resources
"Different is good," the girl at the desk said. "Do you have any dietary restrictions? Some people don't consider veganism a medical condition but they require a diet that provides alternate protein sources. We need to let the cafeteria know when we hire one so they can make the appropriate dishes. Also, we'll need to know if there are particular shapeshifter breeds that you would prefer to avoid. We can schedule you on opposite shifts, if necessary."
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September 1st 5:38 am- Kyles Ranch - Brandy
"You must take me for a fucking idiot. You are preaching to the choir." Brandy said her eyes had melted into more of a yellowy color as she glared at him her grip on the knife tight enough to whiten her knuckles. "You know nothing about us. Don't presume you know everything. I know the consequences of what I do as a job."
Kyle had gone still but looked up at Morvan wanting to say something but there was no way to indicate for him to let the subject drop.
Brandy sighed. "You think we are defenseless and that we don't know how to fight. I'm not like Katie or Mellisa or Leslie any more or any of the other little subs in this pard. I'm careful now. Ive been doing this for a few years so back off." She set the knife down on the counter.
Kyle closed his eyes and slowly breathed in. There was not going to be a fight in his kitchen. "If you want Brandy why don't you go slip into some PJ's and take it easy you've had a long night. I can handle the kitchen stuff here."
Her eyes fell on Kyle they were still amber with pale green flecks running though them. "Don't Patronize me Kyle. And don't tell him either. I'm so tired of this shit. I'm going upstairs since the former king has spoken." She replied pushing away from the island. The intensity of her beast was something tangible it almost felt hot, not hot enough to scald but uncomfortable.
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Sept 1st 10:18am Seattle Police department - Father/Marshal Domenic Sozio
"Please don't call me that," Domenic said. "I'm not even sure what people are supposed to call me now. I'm concerned about how the courts are going to see this. I'm not sure how much you know about me but I've got a felony arrest record or at least I had until the governor erased it so I could qualify as a federal marshal. I'm not sure how I managed to pass the firearms requirement. I don't even know how they got me past the separation of church and state hurdle. Somebody very powerful has been playing fast and loose with the rules and it doesn't sit well with me. I became the executioner because there was a need and I had the skills to do the job with as much compassion as I could apply but now I'm expected to carry a gun and to assist the police with investigations that involve not only vampires but shapeshifters as well. I'm not a cop, I'm a priest and I'm worried that I'll put people in danger because they will expect me to be something I'm not."
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September 1st 9:33am-ArchAngel Towers - Human Resources- Katherine.
"Nope I'm not fussy about what I eat and who I work with Ma'am. I try to get along with everyone. You wont have to worry about me trying to throw my rank around or be getting into any matches on who's bigger tougher or badder. Its not my scene. I'm just here to work do a good job and go home. That is all." Katherine replied in earnest.
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Sept 1st 10:19am Seattle Police department - Suki Neubosato
"Tell me what you need from me Father and i will do what i can here. If you need more hands on experience and training we can provide that. If you want to learn how to use a gun, we can teach you that. Just lets start somewhere small and expand from there. I agree your promotion does seem odd. Perhaps you have friends in high places that you aren't aware of, Or enemies." Suki replied quietly as she looked into the empty interview cell and its cold concrete walls.
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September 1st 5:39 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"Can't you see I'm trying to protect you, you stupid bitch?" Morvan snapped. "Are you so much of a bite junkie that you've forgotten what they're actually doing? We don't need them as long as we have each other and as long as they have even one of us, we're all in danger. If you feel this little triumph over me is worth the risk to this pard, then so be it. If you need to pay off this bloodsucker to get free of the contract, let me know what you need and I'll move heaven and fucking earth to get you out from under his thumb. Just don't think for one second that I wouldn't die to protect you."
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September 1st 9:33am-ArchAngel Towers - Human Resources
"Excellent. We'll process your application and we should have news for you by tomorrow morning at the latest. Then we'll bring you in and run you through the new hire orientation." The girl behind the counter chuckled. "You'll love it. It's all multi-media and very upbeat. We change it every year, so that it doesn't get stale."
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Sept 1st 10:20 am Seattle Police department - Father (Marshal) Domenic Sozio
"Let's see. I've got a bishop and the governor as well as Nigel Salvatore all seeming delighted that I am stuck behind this particular eight ball." Domenic shook his head. "I'm a priest. I haven't got the faintest idea as to how to be a cop. I was hoping to discover that the badge was fake and your police chief had a sick sense of humour but I checked with the federal registry and I am indeed a duly appointed marshal. God knows how that happened because I was never sworn in. I don't like this. I feel like a puppet and I'm just waiting for the strings to be cut."
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September 1st 5:39-5:41 am- Kyles Ranch - Brandy
"Fuck you." She spat at her Nimir Raj.
Kyle had enough time to mentally say oh shit as he watched Brandy go for Morvan. He abandoned his pancake mix and dove in catching the woman by the shoulders. He held her back just in time for Morvan to see two razor sharp claws miss Morvan's face. "Not in my house god dammit Brandy! If you are going to fight outside."
"You know nothing about you stupid idiot. NOTHING." She yelled her voice tight with anger but the slight shake to it held something else. "Let go of me Kyle."
"Morning." Came the deep rumble of a voice that could only belong to Michael. He stood leaning against the door frame in a pair of faded denim jeans and one of his white construction shirts. "Nice to see we are getting along. For the record Morvan, shes not a bite slut, she used to be didn't you, but you had the fear of god put in you so you've sworn off it."
Brandy looked as if she had been slapped she sagged against Kyle for a second but the man didn't let her go yet. "Michael please not here. Not now, not with him here." She replied indicating Morvan.
"Then play nice." Michael commanded in a deep voice as he padded over to the table and had a seat as if this was just another morning in the Martin Ranch household.
"Fine I will." Brandy replied tersely.
Kyle let go of the redhead and watched as Brandy backed away.
"I changed my mind about breakfast." Brandy relied trying to calm herself as she reined in her beast. Her eyes were already returning to their vibrant green. "I've lost my appettite. I'm going to bed." She didn't say anything else as she turned and left the room.
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Sept 1st 10:20 am Seattle Police department -Suki Neubosato
"Yes well time will tell who's done what. In the mean time did you come here for a friendly ear or something else Father? This was all news to me so what you are telling me is more than I knew before you walked in our office. I once again will say that we will be happy to work with you and beside you if you need us."
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September 1st 9:35am-ArchAngel Towers - Human Resources- Katherine
"So thats it? No lets get you started today or anything? The temp agency made it sound like I'd be starting today." Kat replied looking a bit disappointed "But thats ok. I just would have figured the paper work they sent over about me would have been enough. But I'm coming to understand that your company is very precise and detail oriented. I think I will enjoy my stint working for you." She said as she offered the woman a hand to shake. "So you will call me when you guys have gone over everything and let me know when I start my first shift. I look forward to that call Ma'am."
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September 1st 5:41 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"I would have paid for the damages," Morvan said, looking at Kyle. "Not that there would have been all that much. I could have put her down before things got too bad. If I take your meaning Michael, Brandy had a bad run in with a vampire who had a taste for shifter. If that's the case, why in Hell would she go crawling back to them? What is it, some kind of personal game of chicken? See how close I can get my hand to the fire before I get scared and pull back?"
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September 1st 5:41 am- Kyles Ranch - Michael
"I don't know. She doesn't talk about it. But after the incident she stayed away for a bit. But with just Mellisa donating she got back into the saddle." Michael explained. "Shes an odd one to figure out. Its like she says nothings black and white here. Everyone in this pard has issues in some way shape or form. Some of us just hide them better."
"Yeah it happened when she was still really new to the group during her first year before she grew into being an Alpha. I don't want to get into it too much but we made that bastard pay." Kyle nodded as he reached out and filled up a coffee mug and passed it to Michael.
The large dark haired man gave a grunt of thanks and took a sip of the piping hot beverage and looked at the two men one who he followed out of friendship and the new comer that was here due to the fact that he had been bested. There was no reason to speak. Things were calming down but from upstairs he heard Brandy's bedroom door slam.
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Sept 1st 10:20 am Seattle Police department - Domenic Sozio
"I guess I'm just looking for somebody to listen while I whine," Domenic said. "I'm over my head and I bring my troubles to somebody who is already in over her head. I shouldn't be burdening you with my problems. I should just suck them up and put my hand in the hand of the man, as the saying goes. They say with faith all things are possible, so all I need to do is have some faith. They also say God never gives us more than He knows we can handle. I just wish he didn't have such a high opinion of me."
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Sept 1st 10:21 am Seattle Police department - Suki
Suki chuckled "Its fine. I know how you are feeling. I'm just going to do my best to make sure my unit does its best Do your best as well Father Sozio. So do you know how to use a fire arm?"
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September 1st 5:42 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"Women. Can't live with them, can't shoot them." Morvan shook his head. "She just refuses to let a man be on top. If she can't kick the shit out of them, she'll play fucking head games. God knows what game she's playing with Salvatore. She's out of her league there. We all are. He's been playing games for centuries and we can be damned sure he isn't the type to ask if everybody is using the same rules before he makes a move." Morvan looked up at the ceiling. "I just can't figure out why she can't see that I'm on her side and that I've got her back. Has she always been one to play the catwoman role?"
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Sept 1st 10:22 am Seattle Police department - Father Domenic Sozio
Domenic had two counts of armed robbery on his suddenly squeaky clean record but he wasn't about to admit that to Suki. There were a lot of things he didn't want to admit to Suki. "I've fired one before," he said. "A nine millimeter Beretta. Squeeze the trigger, don't pull. I'm no expert but I can hit what I aim at, as long as it is a black and white circle. People I'm not so sure about."
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September 1st 5:42-5:45 am- Kyles Ranch - Kyle and crew
"I don't think its head games Morvan." he replied carefully as he turned on the stove and put two large pans on the burners. "Shes just adjusting to someone new on the scene. You've come into what was our world and stirred stuff up. Despite the fact that she lands on all four feet in most situations she doesn't like change on the home front. This place has been her home for over three years now. I understand where you are coming from Morvan you don't want to see another tragedy like the one that happened five years ago. Hell even losing one of us is too much, but sometimes Morvan, the only way you can protect them is to stand back and just hope that you are there when they fall. Theres a learning curve on all things. Brandy has always been one to push the boundaries. She just became more so after that incident. I'm not her but she does talk to me from time to time. She will warm up to you eventually Morvan just give her some time. Right now you are still the guy that came in and shook things up. In a couple more months things might settle."
From behind Morvan felt a pair of small hands wrap around his waist "Morning." came the soft voice of the pards lowest sub.
Morvan saw katie walk past him and she waved supressing a yawn as she sat down at the table. "Whats for breakfast Michael?"
"Ask the cook." Michael replied with an amused look.
"Chef." Kyle corrected him and filled Katie in on what was on the mornings menu. "I could use some help wih the fruit plate."
"You got it boss." Katie replied as she stood up and crossed the kitchen to take over cutting up the fruit Brandy had abandoned.
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Sept 1st 10:23 am Seattle Police department - Suki
"Well I think scheduling some time up at the range is a good idea for a start. So does that mean you will be moving into our office and working with us?" Suki asked half joking. The Japanese woman crossed her leg over the other "If so we will have to get you your own mug."
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September 1st 5:45 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
It was unusual for an alpha of any strength to take much comfort in the touch of a sub but Morvan seemed to have a weakness for Leslie. She was by far his favourite, even taking the place of Katana, the leopard Morvan called his Kitten. Maybe he just had a thing for broken women or perhaps it was a case of paternal affection. Whatever the case, Leslie could always bring a smile to Morvan's face, no matter what his mood.
He laid his hands on top of hers. "Morning," he said.
Leslie rested her head between Morvan's shoulderblades, basking in the strength of his Beast. For her, it was a warm, safe place.
Morvan craned his head back and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. "Sleep well?" he asked.
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Sept 1st 10:23 am Seattle Police department - Father Domenic
"Is there enough money in the department budget?" Domenic asked. "I haven't got a clue as to where I'm supposed to be. I can't take a gun into the church, so I'll have to have an office somewhere. Things got a little complicated when I became the executioner but the fact that none of my weapons were lethal gave me a loophole that the bishop was more than happy to turn a blind eye to. Now that I have to carry a gun, I know he's going to-" Domenic stopped. "The old bastard is after my church. He's forcing me to move away from the church and he's going to slide one of his new stooges in in my place. He seemed a little too happy to jump on board this federal marshal thing."
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Sept 1st 10:23 am Seattle Police department - Suki Neubosato
"That will be something that you and the chief wlll have to discuss. But on the plus side hes in his office now so if you would like I can escort you there and the two of you can hash it out. Hes actually in a good mood today." Suki replied as she stood and looked at the door.
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Sept 1st 10:24 am Seattle Police department - Domenic Sozio
"To show you how far from being on board with this thing I am, I'm not even sure whether me having an office here is a jurisdictional violation," Domenic said. "They're throwing a lamb to the wolves but to make it fair they strapped on a set of horns first. Frankly the line about the badge and the gun and the love of Jesus in my pretty blue eyes might work for Clint Eastwood but I don't think I can make it fly."
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September 1st 5:45 am- Kyles Ranch - Cynara
Cynara walked into the room, her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She had dressed in a pair of faded jeans and black tanktop, her face was scrubbed clean of any make-up.
"Sorry I'm late Kyle. what can I do to help." On her way past Morvan, she paused and quickly rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. "Morning Morvan." She smiled at Michael, a hint of shyness in her eyes. "Morning Michael."
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Sept 1rst from 12:16 pm- Jonah's office - Jonah
He felt like things were going well but then he hoped he was not making such a task into something a little more personal. His mind went towards his job and what he was suppose to do. Finally, she had answered and Jonah did not hesitate to speak. "Hello, Semira Snyder This is Jonah Ravenos. We met at the conference last night."
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Sept 1st 10:25 am Seattle Police department - Suki Neubostato
Suki listened to the priest bemoan his plight. She was mildly upset about her position but hearing Domenic go on and on about it let her know how unbecoming it was for anyone of an authoritative position to do so. She made a note not to complain about her promotion to anyone as well as give the Father a helping hand by making the man try and help himself rather than wallow in inner turmoil and doubt.
"Well Father Sozio you have no choice. Before this fell upon you you were a man of your convictions and you were self assured and confident. A title shouldn't change that. If you complain and lament it, then they have won. Only by steeling your inner resolve and having faith in the man upstairs will you get though this. If you choose not to carry a gun then that is your loss. But it will make hunting down rogue shifters a bit harder since they have no fear of squirt guns filled with holy water. You took on the job of executioner and preformed it adequately enough, now you are a federal marshal. The only difference is that you have a wider area to serve and you can move more freely. If you have no stomach to go out there and bring to justice those that are in need of it then go home turn in your badge and hang up your collar Father Sozio and hide under the covers and hope that the things that go bump in the night don't come to settle the score with you once they see that you are broken and powerless." Suki told the man firmly, her features softened however as she added. "You have a cross to bear Domenic. This is a test of your spirit. I'm not Catholic but I understand that god puts forth challenges for us to over come to make us better stronger people. Look in you heart and see what it is that you feel is right. Just don't sit here and act like you are already beaten. I admired the man that helped train my men and helped them become the unit they are today, but I can't help but feel uneasy as I sit and talk before the man that sits in this room. Do you understand?"
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September 1st 5:47 am- Kyles Ranch -
"Morning." Michael replied as he took another sip of his coffee.
"Sure say morning to him but not me." Justin said with a yawn as he walked into the kitchen still in his grey boxer briefs.
Leslie grinned and slipped out from behind Morvan and joined Justin at the fridge. "Well I will say good morning." she replied as she rubbed her check along Justin's bicep.
"Morning to you too then." He said as he paused to ruffle her hair and laughed as the tiny blonde let out a squeal of indignation.
She retreated to the table and sat down as she fussed with her messed hair. "You owe me a glass of OJ now Justin." Leslie replied pouting.
"Sure thing small fry. Anyone else want some while I'm up?"
Kyle shook his head no and began pouring batter into frying pans. Michael just lifted his coffee and also shook his head no. Katie nodded "Please if you don't mind Justin a glass of milk would be nice."
"So guys I thought I should give you a heads up about tonight. We are having guests over for dinner. Well not guests but I thought it would be nice to have the entire pard gather for dinner since we only get to see everyone during the full moon. Its not a case of be there or be in shit but if you can make it, then it would be appreciated. Were going to be doing Italian tonight." he said with a grin.
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September 1st 5:48 am- Kyles Ranch - Cynara
"Oh Italian. I'll be here for sure! As long as it's early enough for me to make it to work of course. I've gotta be there at 8 tonight, we're having a team meeting or whatever you want to call it. Just the dancers and the boss, not the bar staff or servers. Oughta be fun." she rolled her eyes and took a cup of coffee.
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Sept 1rst from 12:16 pm- Jonah's office - Jonah
He felt like things were going well but then he hoped he was not making such a task into something a little more personal. His mind went towards his job and what he was suppose to do. Finally, she had answered and Jonah did not hesitate to speak. "Hello, Semira Snyder This is Jonah Ravenos. We met at the conference last night."
OCC: Sorry it took me so long to reply. I was out of town...
Sept 1rst from 12:16 pm- Jonah's office - Semira Snyder
"Oh, right. Hello. How are you?" Semira asked. She had wondered why the man was already calling her. He couldnt have found one of ehr kind...not when she had been searching for so long with no results.
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Sept 1rst from 12:19 pm- Jonah's office - Jonah Ravenos
Jonah chuckled softly before her said, “After our conversation, I went home and as I prepared for my rest, I remembered that I met a man a little while back that did seminars.” He quick bite of his food before continuing, “In any case, I remembered that he was of the same species as you.”
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Sept 1rst from 12:19 pm- Semiras Hotel - Semira Snyder
"You mean... you've met another lion?" Semira couldnt believe her ears. She had never truly believed this man would actually find someone for her. "You're serious? Who is this person?"
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Sept 1rst from 12:19 pm- Jonah's office - Jonah
�Yes indeed, Ms. Snyder. Oh and he is dying to meet you,� replied Jonah as he leaned back in his chair. His phone rested between his head and his shoulder as his cell was pulled out of his left pocket. �He wishes to have dinner with us, tonight.� Meanwhile, he proceeded to send a text to his boss letting him know what was going on. �Would you be interested, Ms. Snyder; in meeting him, that is.�
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Sept 1st from 12:20 pm- Jonah's Office
The text message was answered almost immediately. Jules, it seemed, was a prompt correspondent. His reply contained only three words.
AM I INVITED?
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Sept 1st from 12:19 pm- Semiras Hotel - Semira Snyder
"Of course I'd like to meet him! Where? When?" The womans voice had an excited tone to it. She wondered if this othrr lion knew any others, and why he was in this city.
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Sept 1st 10:23 am Seattle Police department - Domenic Sozio
"I get the point," Domenic said. "I'm sure you realize that everyone has their bad days. I've just been taking some hits from directions I never anticipated. I'm sure I'll recover. Battered but unbowed, as they say. How did things go last night? Were you able to resolve things to everyone's satisfaction?"
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September 1st 5:50 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"Is that Italian as is pasta or Italian as in pizza?" Morvan asked, expecting a response that involved neither of those two decidedly not Italian dishes. "How often does the whole Pard get the chance to get together like this?" It was an answer he should have known as Raj but he was still too new. He'd only recently met the last member of Kyle's Pard and still had some difficulty putting a name to all of the faces or scents.
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September 1st 9:50 am - Wererat Warren - Nick
Nick yawned and stretched, kicking the blankets off as he did so. He smiled as Ann made a noise in her sleep as the cold air hit her bare skin. He covered her before reaching for his pants.
The old Rat King, the man responsible for the scar that ran across Nick's eye, had insisted that his rodere live underground, living like animals and existing on thievery and extortion. His rats had been parasites. Nick wanted to change that. What was the point of sitting around in a forgotten man-made grotto? It bred laziness, discontent and violence. It was time to change that.
His rats were going to get a life.
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Sept 1st from 12:20 pm- Jonah's Office -
Jonah
'Well, of course you're invited'
It was not difficaltfor Jonah to text a message and talk atthe same time; though, occasionally he paused, depending on the message. "Tonight, for dinner. He wants to meet tonight. Is there any specifics on where you would like to eat or would anything work for you?"
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Sept 1st from 12:20 pm- Semiras Hotel - Semira Snyder
"No I don't really care. I don't know the city that well still, so I'll let you pick the place," the lioness replied. Unfortunately for her, she was stuck to the hotel phone which had a ghastly cord attached. All she was able to do was sit on her bed and channelsurf while she chatted away.
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Sept 1st from 12:21 pm- Jonah's Office -
Jonah
"How about Wasabi Bay. It is a great little Japanese restaurant." Jonah maintained his smile and he anticipated the meeting. "It is over on Mill Creek boulevard. My treat." He glanced over at his lunch and licked his lips while waiting to see what she thought. " Around sevenish?"
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Sept 1st from 12:21 pm- Semiras Hotel - Semira Snyder
"Sure sounds great! Oh, and Jonah... Thanks," Semira replied, a smile on her face. The womans voie radiated excitement for the night ahead.
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September 1st 5:50 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"Is that Italian as is pasta or Italian as in pizza?" Morvan asked, expecting a response that involved neither of those two decidedly not Italian dishes. "How often does the whole Pard get the chance to get together like this?" It was an answer he should have known as Raj but he was still too new. He'd only recently met the last member of Kyle's Pard and still had some difficulty putting a name to all of the faces or scents.
September 1st 5:51 am- Kyles Ranch - Kyle
Kyle looked up at Morvan "No pizza or pasta I'm afraid. I was hoping to do chicken parmesan, Zucchini alla Siciliana, & Risotto. Desert will consist of something simple like Sicilian cannoli. And no meals comple without a herb and garlic loaf or two. Leslie and Katie have the day off so shes already agreed to help out. So you will be joining us Morvan?
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Sept 1st 10:23 am Seattle Police department - Domenic Sozio
"I get the point," Domenic said. "I'm sure you realize that everyone has their bad days. I've just been taking some hits from directions I never anticipated. I'm sure I'll recover. Battered but unbowed, as they say. How did things go last night? Were you able to resolve things to everyone's satisfaction?"
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Sept 1st 10:23 am Seattle Police department - Suki Neubosato
Suki shook her head. "No not really. A lot of activity last night and the interview was a mess. We are having the woman back in for questioning for eleven this morning. No sense in trying to pry things out of her when she was passing out at the table. With luck and a bit of rest she might be able to shed a bit more light on the subject. I did however get a call this morning and the gentleman at the wrecking yard he apparently isn't pressing charges but if he comes up with lycanthropy he is going to sue. I guess thats a small blessing."
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Sept 1st from 12:20 pm- Jonah's Office - Texting Jonah - Jules Xavier Chalice
The text response again came immediately.
I WILL BE THERE. JUST SEND ME THE DETAILS. MY TREAT. WELL DONE.
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Sept 1st from 12:20 pm- Jonah's Office- Jonah
'And here I thought I was going to pay.'
'It is at Seven at Wasabi Bay. Do you need the directions?'
Jonah was extastic but he was good at hiding such things. He kept a cool even tone. "Why, it is my pleasure Miss Snyder. And thank you." After he gave a fare well, he took a deep breath and picked up to call Ben Rothwell
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Sept 1st from 12:20 pm- Jonah's Office - Texting Jonah - Jules Xavier Chalice
It was difficult to read tone in a text message. The one that came from Jules could have been taken a number of different ways.
YOU'LL PAY LATER. WHEN WE'RE ALONE.
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September 1st- 9 am- ?? - Lillia
Lillia hadn't gotten a lot of sleep. At around 9 she had had slithered herself from the pile of limbs that had been her bed. There were a few others up that early, milling around the warren. She wandered out to the main room, bringing her small bag with her, and settled down to do a little bit of sewing, her headphones hooked around her neck so that she could listen to her music. She hummed along as she stiched.
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September 1st 5:52 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"Sorry, can't take the day off," Morvan said. "Otherwise I'd be right in here until you kicked me out for too much sampling. I can handle boiling an egg but what you just described sounds more Greek to me than Italian, so it would have been interesting to see how it all came together. I'll bear up bravely when it comes to dinner though. The slave master I work for will practically guarantee that I'll have an appetite."
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Sept 1st 10:24 am Seattle Police department - Domenic Sozio
"I doubt he'd get much out of her," Domenic said. "Most lycanthropes come from the underprivileged. Lower income families and the homeless wee a ripe feeding ground for the feral shifters before the laws changed. That's why there are still places where killing a shifter isn't a criminal offense. Then again, you already know that. Your degree is a little more current than mine and likely a little more solid. they tend to skim over things when you do it by correspondence." Domenic sighed. "So, do you really want me to have an office in here? Don't the police usually get all up in arms when a fedreal marshal steps on their jurisdictional toes?"
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September 1st 5:52 am- Kyles Ranch - Kyle
Kyle nodded "I was just making sure that you didn't have plans for after work, so you would have a chance to join us. I said nothing of kitchen work."
Michael looked vaguely amused and took another long savory sip of his coffee and the faintest smile graced his lips. "Slave master. Thanks..."
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Sept 1st 10:26 am Seattle Police department - Suki Neubosato
"Shes a teacher so she makes something. But I digress... The office thing. I don't see why we can't work together. We have a fairly close relationship due to the fact that you helped train this unit. I don't see you or myself being type to pull out rulers and play the who's is bigger game. Perhaps this can be a first as well for a unit and a federal Marshal to work side by side rather than against each other for a chance. I am up to the challenge if you are Father."
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September 1st 5:53 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
"Hey, at least it wasn't slave driver," Morvan said with a chuckle. "You're not so bad to work for. Hell, I'm even learning Portuguese and Italian. Mostly it's just how to swear and how to make rude comments about shapeshifters but it's a beginning. Is there any more orange juice?"
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Sept 1st 10:27 am Seattle Police department - Domenic Sozio
"I suppose I can make an effort to consider the possibility that there might be a chance that I could attempt to try to work beside you," Domenic said with a grin. "I could use this office as a base for my duties as an executioner, since I rely heavily on the police to help me find my targets. It would get everything out of the office in the church. Is the chief in right now?"
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Sept 1st 6:45 pm standing outside wassabi bay - Ben Rothwell
After Ben had spoken to Jonah, he had got the details where they were meeting for dinner. Ben was waiting out front of Wassabi Bay, waiting for the others to show up.
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Sept 1st 6:47 pm standing outside wassabi bay - Semira Snyder
Semira was the next to arrive at the restaurant. As she reached the door, she smelled the air. She smelled the cooking of food, alcohol, pollution, and....lion. She turned on her heel quickly, turning towards the scent. A tall muscular man stood facing away from her. "You," she whispered so low that only another lycan would be able to hear. She waited to see if the man would turn and notice, or if he was off in his own world.
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September 1st- 9:45 am - Rat Warren - Nick
It took a moment for Nick to slowly insinuate his presence into Lillia's awareness. He did it slowly, trying to be subtle and watching to see how long it took for her to notice. He smiled and waved when she looked up. "I have a job for you," Nick said. "I want you canvas all the women and find out which ones have any kind of job skills. We need a little income coming in if we're going to get our asses out of the sewers and underground parking lots and into the sunlight. I know you aren't a fan but I actually enjoy the sunlight."
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Sept 1st 6:48 pm standing outside wassabi bay - Ben Rothwell
After hearing a whisper on the wind Ben turned around slowly to face the direction the whisper came from & smiled
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Sept 1st 6:48 pm standing outside wassabi bay - Semira Snyder
Semira returned the smile, extending her hand for a polite shake, "I'm Semira... You are?" Her smile never faded from her face as she gave the man onfront of her a slightly lingering up and down. There was no doubt that the man was gifted with beauty. Hopefully he wasnt one of those that knew just how attractive they were, and had a majour ego to match.
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Sept 1st 6:48 pm Outside Wasabi By - Jules Xavier Chalice
The limo pulled up to the restaurant and slowed to a stop. Rather than waiting until the driver opened his door, the passenger got out on his own. He was dressed in a stylish suit of palest grey, accented with silver buttons. As he passed the two werelions, he smiled and nodded slightly, leaving behind a faint whiff of expensive cologne and a scent that was unadulterated human.
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Sept 1st 6:48-6:50 pm Outside Wasabi By - Semira Snyder and Ben Rothwell
Semira gave the man in the grey suite an awkward smile as he walked by, watching as he entered the restaurant. �Weird�� she thought to herself before turning back to the lion. �Sorry, did you end up saying who you were? I kind of got distracted,�
�Sorry I got distracted as well my name is Ben, Ben Rothwell I�m here to meet some people for dinner,� said Ben as he looked the young lady up and down.
�I think I�m one of those people, if my nose is correct,� she questioned, already knowing she was correct.
�Yes most likely seeing that we are both werelions, and I was coming to meet a lioness,� replied Ben with a smile on his face.
�And I was coming to meet a certain lion. Shall we go in and grab a drink while we wait?� Semira asked gesturing towards the door. She looked back up at the man, who was at least a good foot taller than herself.
This has been a catnip filled post by thatredhead and Villiam!
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Sept 1st 6:51 pm Inside Wasabi Bay - Jules Xavier Chalice
He had been correct in assuming the young woman was the lioness, since she seemed inordinately interested in the man he knew to be a were-lion. Rex and Regina was the traditional title for them even though modern culture had been trying to sneak Simba and Nala into common parlance. Jules was a traditionalist by nature and inclination. If he had his way, there would be no Disney references insinuated into the lycanthropic culture. Thousands of years had gone into the formation of their unique internal structure. He wasn't keen on allowing pop culture to run roughshod over it all.
He chose a table seemingly at random but the slight tilt his head made before he indicating his choice was indicative that he was listening to a voice only he could hear. "Inform Mr Rothwell that his table is ready, as soon as he arrives," he told the waiter. "There will be a young woman with him and we will be joined by another gentleman as well." Jules smiled. "The gentleman will be hard to miss."
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Sept 1st 6:51 pm Inside Wasabi Bay- Jonah
(I am sory about the delay.)
Jonah was dressed to impress and never liked to be late. He worried, often, about being late. It was never racking to him. Promptness and politeness were two things that were important to him. Though he did tell everyone that it was around seven he felt it was cutting it close. However, he did not rush. Even when late, one must never look over eager and rushed; at least that was what he thought.
His favorite food in the world was served at Wasabi Bay and sence he had the opertunity to pick he had to pick it. Of course there were other places but he knew some of the people there. Full of confadence and an alluring smile upon his supple lips, Jonah entered the restarant. His eyes caught sight of Ben and Semira instantly. "I see the two of you have already met."
"Jonah.." called the host as he walked up. "I should have known you would come here. When the gentlemen said you were not hard to miss it slipped my mind." The older male smiled as he brought his arm up to place a gentle hand upon Jonah's back. "This way please."
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September 1st- 9:47 am - Rat Warren - Lillia
Lillia smiled. "Just because I have to be careful about it doesn't mean I don't enjoy the sunshine. I will see what information I can garner for you. I'm sure there are others who feel the same way." She told him as she tucked her sewing away. She popped up to her feet and stretched. "If fact, I'll get right on it." she said as she hurried off, obviously pleased with the descision.
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Sept 1st 6:51 pm Inside Wasabi Bay- Semira Snyder
The lioness nodded and smiled at the man responsible for the two lions meeting. They followed Jonah and the waiter to his awaiting table, Semira once again noticing the man in the grey suit. She had thought they were going to pass him, but the waiter had stopped as his table. Confusion had crossed her graceful features as the waiter added, "Here we are."
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Sept 1st 6:52 pm Inside Wasabi Bay - Jules Xavier Chalice
"You seem surprised," Jules said, standing to greet them. "I am Jules Xavier Chalice and, among other things, I am Jonah's sponsor where such dealings are concerned." He stepped forward and gave the werefox a warm embrace and a soft peck. "Where he has the social skills to make contacts and arrangements, I have the financial wherewithal to make things happen. Mr Rothwell, must I say I've been an admirer of your efforts on behalf of lycanthropes. Miss Snyder, welcome to Seattle. I hope your stay will be pleasant."
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August 31st, 11:52 p.m. - September 1st, 1:00 a.m. - - Seattle's Conference Center - The Bar - - Shale
"I don't really feel like mingling and trying to play nice with the damn walking dead. Drinks on the other hand sound like a great idea." Shale smiled at Krissy. Her smile got even bigger when Ryan mentioned getting into trouble. "OK you two," said to the two of them, "lets get out of here. Andrew, Troy. Are you joining us or are you going to go find a nice private corner?" There was a definite glint of mischief and amusement in Shale's eyes.
The bar they wound up at one where Krissy was apparently a regular. One of the waiters and a couple of waitresses called her by name when they entered and sat down. The music was on, just loud enough to add some background noise to the room, but not loud enough so that people had to raise their voices over it. Shale ordered a bottle of Stolichnaya Vodka, and proceeded to wash the taste of vampire from her throat.
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August 31st, 11:40 p.m. - September 1st, 2:30 a.m. - - Seattle's Conference Center - Club Sanguina - - Elisabeta
"It would be my pleasure to show you around, Herr Wilhelm." Elisabeta turned to Nigel and smiled. "If you will excuse us Nigel? I think I will take Herr Wilhelm on a small tour of the city. If you need to get in touch with us you may leave a message at Club Sanguina. Else at my hotel." She turned back to Wilhelm. "If you are ready, my dear. Let us take our leave." She led him through the throng of people and out into the crisp night air. Elisabeta took a deep breath. "Much better," she said to no one in particular. "It was getting a bit stuffy in there." She gave him an abbreviated tour of Seattle and ended up at Club Sanguina.
"Here we are. Club Sanguina." They entered and she led the way to a booth in a rear corner. "Most of the clientele here are vampires or fang junkies. There are private feeding rooms in back if you feel the need for a living donor. Each donor and vampire is required to fill out a short form. Just some basic information such as whether you prefer a male or female donor, a specific blood type, or if they need to be free of disease and street drugs. Although almost all of the donors here are of course. This is always a safe place to come for a bite if there is nowhere else for you to go. As for where you will be staying. Until you find a permanent residence, you will be residing in my suite at the Sorrento Hotel." She paused for a moment and took a sip of her drink. "You needn't worry about me forcing you to share my bed. That is your decision alone to make, not mine. There is a spare bedroom in my suite that will be for your use. As to the rest of our arrangements, we can discuss them at a latter time and date. For now just enjoy my company and try and let me know where you will be when you leave the hotel. Just in case of trouble."
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September 1st, 1:00 a.m. - - Seattle's Conference Center - The Bar - - Andrew
"I think we can afford to kick back and relax a little," Andrew said. "What do you say, Troy? Can I buy you a drink? Maybe get you drunk and see what happens?"
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September 1st - 1:00 a.m. - Seattle's Conference Center - The Bar - Troy Dwyer
Troy swung her legs like an overgrown child from her perch on the bar stool. She watched her canvas clad feet with a certain amusement before returning her maroon gaze to the rest of those gathered, "Psht. . get me drunk? I haven't drank since I was nineteen. I am the epitome of the words righteous and true", she grinned playfully at the ex-Olympian, "But I tell you what, you get me loaded up on caffeine and sugar I can promise you more than your fair share of troublesome hi-jinx."
She peered past the small gathering at the meagre dancefloor inhabited by a gaggle of three lackluster swaying folks, trying their best to disguise their awkward inability by avoiding eye contact with their fellow dancers, "In fact, you supply me with red bull or jolt and I'll show you some of the patented Dwyer dancefloor killer moves."
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September 1st, 1:01 a.m. - - Seattle's Conference Center - The Bar - - Andrew
"Bean you up on sugar and cut you loose, eh?" Andrew chuckled. "Alright, I'm taking a collection. I've got twenty bucks that I'm willing to spend on Jolt, Red Bull and Full Throttle. I'm not saying you have to shotgun it all at once but I think I'd like to see those killer moves."
Ryan laughed. "Get him off duty and he turns into a hellraiser," the Loki said with a laugh. "And why not? He's got a stressful job. he needs to relax a little. I'll toss twenty into that pot on the sole condition that if she gets up on the dance floor, you get to be her partner in crime for whatever mischief she can get into."
"Deal," said Andrew, holding his hand out for the cash.
"This is going to be really fun to watch," Ryan said to Shale as he laid a pair of ten dollar bills in Andrew's hand. "And here I am without a camcorder."
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Sept 1st 10:45 am Seattle Police department - Domenic Sozio
Domenic was gone for barely more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and he re-entered the room. "It seems the chief is more than happy to give me some space in your department. It seems that having me here is some sort of publicity coup. Federal Marshal comes before Father on the honorific bill, by the way, So I am Marshal Father Sozio. I also happen to be a tour guide today, because I just found somebody that just showed up looking for you."
He stepped aside so a woman could enter the room. She was the wererat from the night before. Nisalda Salgado looked frightened still and looked around as if expecting to see Nick or Lillia. "I hope I'm not late," she said.
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September 1st- 9:50-10:45 am - Rat Warren - Lillia
Lillia had managed to recruit a couple of the other girls to help find out the information that Nick wanted. It was a good thing too, as she wasn't the most popular of the rats. There were a few that actually hated her because she was so likable. She didn't let that bother her though. It was a fact of life, rats or no.
She chewed the end of her pen, looking over the short list she had in her little notebook. A lot of the girls had lost jobs that they would not be able to go back to. A couple of them knew how to sew though, so she was considering suggesting an alterations shop, maybe pair it with a dry cleaners. It wasn't fancy, but it was something. There had to be other options, too, she just had to think of them.
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September 1st- 10:45 am - Rat Warren - Nick
"Any luck?" Nick asked. He'd been doing some canvasing on his own and it seemed there was a serious lack of skilled trades among the rat population. There were few jobs that required no skill and they paid poorly. Still, a paycheck was a paycheck and it had to beat slinking through alleys and risking electrocution to steal a DVD player or laptop.
"I've been thinking about the shapeshifter alliance as well. There might be a way to build a little trust by hiring rats out to other shapeshifters to do odd jobs. Move furniture, weed gardens. Things like that."
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September 1st- 10:45 am - Rat Warren - Lillia
Lillia wrinkled her nose, but sighed all the same. "Odd jobs and manual labor are fine, for the most part. A job is a job after all. And working with other shifters sounds like a good possibility, provided everyone can get along. I haven't come up with much myself. Most of the girls have left jobs they can't go back to. Most people just don't like the idea of a shifter serving food, tending wounds, or teaching, but I refuse to think that we would be stuck with grunt work."
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September 1st- 10:46 am - Rat Warren - Nick
Nick nodded. "There is another group in history that was forbidden to have a trade. They were forced to make a living in non-trade occupations. It was intended to deny them a chance at a livelihood. They were forced to find jobs as lawyers, doctors and moneylenders. Imagine everyone's surprise when they found out that the Jews managed to amass a huge amount of wealth and power because they had no choice but to work in those jobs. I doubt there is going to be much of a chance of us to open a shifter bank, hospital or law school but if they can make lemonade out of those kind of lemons, we should be able to come up with something. A school for infected children, maybe."
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September 1st- 10:47 am - Rat Warren - Lillia
Lillia grinned. "That's a wonderful idea! Instead of viewing the general outlook towards shifters as a hurdle, perhaps its better to look at it as a stepping stone. While it may take a very long time to reach certain heights, I'm sure that we can manage it. I would say we should talk to a few of the school teachers here in the warren and see if they would be interested. It would be a great goal to spring for. In the meantime, we still need to have some kind of income if we are going to get out of here. It'll be hard to find something somewhere where they won't discriminate against us. "
She tapped her pen on her notepad, leaning against the wall. "Well, maybe some of the guys can find work as bodyguards or bouncers. Most people see shifters as brawn anyways. And we can check the phone company or the cable company- they always need techs. There's also car repair, or anything electronic. I think I have a couple of girls on my list that know a thing or two about computers."
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September 1st- 10:48 am - Rat Warren - Nick
Nick raised an eyebrow. "It will take a little doing. There isn't a lot of space in the bounce bodyguard are. the wolves have that wrapped up tight. Still, unless we step up, we'll always be stepped on. I'll get Logan to check the rodere out to see who would be good for it."
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September 1st- 10:49 am - Rat Warren - Lillia
"The wolves may have the bouncer bodyguard thing, true, but maybe we could take that a step further.. maybe security. Its at least worth a try. I'll talk to a few of the girls and see if any of them are interested in that too. Personally, I'll see if I can find work as a secretary or something similar. Desk work should suit me fine." She smiled again at him and pushed away from the wall and headed down the hallway.
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September 1st- 10:48 am - Rat Warren - Nick
"Or in a clinic," Nick said. "You have a gift, remember?" He was well aware of the fact that Lillia was likely not to forget her own special traits anymore than he was. "Perhaps we could canvas the rodere and see how many are from the health care field. I doubt there will be many. This wasn't a rodere where intelligence was something that would win you merit. I'm hoping that is one thing I can change."
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OOC: I am sorry but it will take a bit of time between posts for me to make the next one. My time is cut in half
IC: Sept 1st 6:52 pm Inside Wasabi Bay - Jonah
Jonah did his best to stay professional while friendly. His smile was apparent and not as 'charming' as usual. However, it was a bit more genuine. He cleared his throat turned his gaze towards Ms. Snyder. "He is the one that I spoke of last night.this is Ms. Semira Snyder and Mr. Ben Rothwell. I apologise for the slow introduction." He took a deep breath and pulled a chair out for the lady. "Shall we?"
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Sept 1st 6:52 pm Inside Wasabi Bay - Semira Snyder
The blonde nodded as Jonah explained who the man was, "Got it! Nice to neet you Mr. Chalice." She took the offered seat that Jonah had pulled out for her, "Thank you, Jonah."
She looked towards Ben, "Take a seat near me."
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Sept 1st 6:53 pm Inside Wasabi Bay - Jules Xavier Chalice
"I am going to have to rely on you, Jonah," Jules said. "I've never eaten here but I know the reputation for excellence is well deserved." He paused, then chuckled. "I am forced to rely on Jonah for any number of things. He is my networker, my contact to the world of shapeshifters and my right hand. In this venture I would be utterly lost without him. You see, I have some grand plans for the future of the shapeshifters and vampires in Seattle and yet have no ability to bring them into being. I don't have the understanding of the subtleties of your unique cultures since I am not one of you. Jonah knows, where I can merely guess."
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Sept 1st 10:45 am Seattle Police department
She was the wererat from the night before. Nisalda Salgado looked frightened still and looked around as if expecting to see Nick or Lillia. "I hope I'm not late," she said.
Sept 1st 10:46 am Seattle Police department - Amy Caldwell
Amy waited for a moment to see if anybody would answer the woman. A pindrop could be heard on the floor. "No, you're not late. Just on time in fact. I'm Officer Amy Caldwell. I'll be one of the people conducting your interview today," her smile was warm to the woman. "If you want to follow me, I can show you the room, and possibly grab you a coffee and a bite to eat."
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September 1st- 2:46 am - Archangel Industries - Nigel Salvatore
Nigel sat at his desk, stroking the cat that had jumped up into his lap. He looked as if he were lost in thought but nothing could have been farther from the truth. His mind was buzzing with any number of ideas.
"Miss Aguilar?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Send out a page. I want to know where everyone is and I do mean everyone. Have the HR department assist you in contacting anyone who does not carry a pager. This is urgent. Send it with the code indicating that it comes from the Master of the City."
Nigel's human servant froze. The three digit code, 999 was reserved for communication that came directly from the Master of the City. It was a vampiric equivalent of tacking 911 on the end of a page. It was unlikely that Nigel would have even considered using it withoiut permission. To send it out universally....
It could only mean something terrible.
"Right away, sir. I'll compare incoming calls to our personnel roster, just to make sure everyone checks in."
"Thank you, Miss Aguilar." After a moment, Nigel reached for his phone. It would likely be of no use but he needed to put the building's security on alert. It was less than four hours until dawn. In that time, a running man could slit a thousand throats. A rogue vampire could do considerably more.
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Sept 1st 10:48 am Seattle Police department - Nisalda Salgado
The plump forty something woman looked up nervously at the officer and nodded as she was lead into the investigation room. At least she looked more rested than the previous night. Still she sat in her metal chair her hands in her lap as she anxiously wrung her her hands in her lap not sure what was expected of her.
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Sept 1st 10:48 am Seattle Police department - Amy Caldwell
Amy looked over to the woman, "Do you want a coffee, or maybe a muffin or something?" She could tell teh woman was nervous, but chose not to say anything about it quite yet. "We're just waiting on one more officer before we start asking you a couple of questions."
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Sept 1st 7:45 pm leaving Wasabi Bay - Semira Snyder and Ben Rothwell
After dinner, the duo of Semira and Ben left hand in hand, bidding Jonah and Jules adieu. They thanked them for their time and efforts in helping to find each other, also knowing the favour would have to be returned one day �but hopefully not that night.
Semira�s happiness radiated from her inner beast. It let out a low, comforting purr as they walked. The empty void that she had had before seemed somewhat filled. �So where do we go from here?� she asked, wondering if it was time to get back to reality� all this seemed too good to be true for her. It had to be a dream.
As Ben walked out with his new lioness he also felt that void in his life fade to be replaced by a new feeling that he longed for. As they walked down the street Ben let go of Semira�s hand only to wrap an arm around her in the attempt to close the space between them.
The lion brought her even closer in an embrace that put her head just under his chin replying "I'm not totally sure at this point. What you say we start getting to know one another. The best way to do that is to spend time with each other.�
�Well how about we take a walk? See where we end up,� She asked accepting his strong embrace. She pulled away leading him down the street, her arm linked with his. His company made her feel protected and safe in the warm September night. Her thoughts began to take her away slightly, making her wonder if it would be similar to when she was with her old pride. A pride based on trust, loyalty, and devotion.
He picked up the pace to keep up with her new speed, asking, �Why did you have to leave your old pride?�
The lioness looked down towards the ground, pulling herself away from him and shoving her hands into her pockets. �I didn�t leave them,� she whispered. �My whole pride was attacked one night by an army of hunters. Our pride was fairly small� Only about fifteen� So it was rather easy for a group of over one hundred to take us on when equipped properly. My rex was first to die, defending us while our Regina led us away. She was second� Eventually all that was left was me and two others, and we made it by the skin on our teeth.� She cleared her throat slightly. Her old pride was a soft subject for her, �We had found spots to hide through out our area. I was the only one that wasn�t found. I had listened for when the hunters had left, which didn�t take long. I found my whole pride, but not the way I wanted to.�
�The story makes me sound like a terrible person and everything. A lot don�t get why we did what we did� but there were too many. We couldn�t stop them all,� She looked up at the Ben, her eyes slightly teary, �I�m sorry River. I just get kinda sad when I talk about them. They were my family.�
Ben used his thumbs to clear the tears that had ran down Semira�s face and said "Before I became a shifter myself I devoted my life to stopping the unneeded hunting of wildlife, but now I have found something, or someone new that drives my passion." Now that Ben had her face held in both his hands he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.
Semira�s eyes closed as Ben laid his lips on her head. She didn�t really know how to take his words, but still felt comfort in them. �What do you mean by that?� she asked never opening her eyes. She just stood letting his large, warm hands envelop her pink cheeks.
�You see as a shifter I have seen how unfair things can be for our kind and I intend to make things fair for us all. There also comes a time in a person�s life when they start to think about settling down and starting a family� or pride in our case." said Ben looking into her eyes.
Semira�s eyes had opened when he mentioned family, �Do you mean� ummm� what do you mean?� Her gaze held slight confusion along with surprise as she looked up at him. �What are you asking from me?�
�Well it is a little soon to define things but at this time I see no reason not to think that things are looking up." Ben responded as he held her not wanting to ever let go.
Semira nodded. Worry was still slightly in her head. The fact that Ben had just asked to start a pride with her was a surprise. She had expected to become part of the pride... not start one off from scratch. It would be a lot of work to start a pride. More lions would need to be found, as well as trying to find somewhere to house the pride� She questioned if she was good enough for the job� strong enough.
"You seem unsure of your self but no matter what happens I will be right here with you as I would like to have a pride to lead." Ben said as he started walking once again waiting to see if she caught on to what he had said.
It took the girl a moment to catch on, but once she did she quickly caught up, grabbing his arm as the kept walking, �You mean you�re a� But you don�t act like one. You�re�different than the ones in Africa. You seem more easy going and really listen to what people have to say instead of thinking you already know what�s best.�
"The person I am has a lot to do with the lion I am today. I feel that a true leader dose what is right for his pride and not what is right for him. I feel that you are right for this new pride." Ben said to Semira.
�Now is that because there aren�t many lions outside of Africa, or because you actually believe I could help you,� She gave the man beside her a grin. �I want the truth, River.� By this time they had walked a good few blocks, and were entering a small park. �Also, where are we going?�
"Because I see something in you that you may not even know is there, as far as to where we are going I was thinking we could sit at the park and talk more." said Ben pointing at a bench.
Semira nodded, quickly taking a seat at the closest bench, �So tell me, why did you leave your pride? Where was your pride?� Her questions may or may not have been simple, depending on his story, but since he now knew about her previous pride, she thought she could know about his.
"Well as far as why I left my former pride I was asked to leave when I started to come into my own as a rex so I came home from Africa to teach others what I learned about shifters." Ben said as he sat there with his fist tight.
Semira had seen the man tense up, and grabbed for his hand, trying to wiggle her fingers in between the tight fist. The last thing she wanted is an angry rex on her hands. She knew what strength that was contained within. �But now you�re doing something good. You�re teaching others about us. And just think, you can have your very own pride, the way you want.� She gave him a weak smile.
Ben slowly loosened his fist letting there fingers lace together and reached with the other hand running his finger through the hair of the young lion sitting with him. The look of anger on his face slowly faded to one of caring and relief. "It has been so long since I have been able to make contact with another with out the fear of hurting them." said Ben
She nodded in agreement, �I know. Many ask questions that I would rather not answer too.� Both of her hands had help onto the one hand which had previously threatened pulverisation. Her eyes watched as their hands didn�t let go. She seemed quite interested in the gold band on his thumb, twisting it around with her fingers.
Ben looked down when he noticed what Semira was doing "I got that from a medicine man the night I was attacked. I found later on the medicine man was also a member of the near by pride that I was watching." said Ben as he smiled at this new found pride member.
�It�s beautiful! It must mean a lot to you,� She stopped twisting the piece of gold around his finger and looked up at him. She gave him a warm smile. He seemed to calm down some, and in turn she relaxed a little more. She brought her legs up onto the bench, crossing them under her, and brought their betwixt fingers to rest in her lap.
Ben turned to Semira looked in her eyes and said "I don't want you to be scared every time I get upset about my past. I know you are just trying to get to know me. I understand." He looked at their intertwined hands, �I have been meaning to ask, where are you staying?"
�That�ll tone down as I get to know you more,� Her hazel eyes looked up at him as she spoke. �I�m just staying in a hotel not too far away actually.� She turned and pointed down a path, �Its just that way.�
"Well I have a place near here as well with a few spare rooms you are welcome to stay with me in a spare room until we know each other better." Offered Ben as he pointed the way to his place.
�That would be sweet of you, but I don�t want to put you out,� Semira glanced back at the man. �You�ve already done enough for me tonight in meeting me.�
"Not to worry you would not be putting me out I miss have someone around, it would be nice to have someone to talk to when i can't sleep." said Ben.
�Alright, well lets try it out for tonight, and see how things go from there, ok?� Semira asked. She still wasn�t too sure about everything. It all still seemed too good to be true, and everything was falling into place really quickly.
The two had sat in silence, just enjoying each others company under the pearl moon. The wind slightly blew rustling leaves out of the trees.
"Do you need to pick up anything from your place to get you through the night." asked Ben, hoping she might just grab everything and stay with him even if she was to stay in her own room.
�Yeah, I guess I should grab some stuff,� Semira replied. She turned to Ben, �You ready to go then?� Her smile was reflected under the moonlight as she held out her hand to him.
Ben stood and took her hand, "Ok, lets head over there. Maybe we can make it for last call at a near by bar before heading to my place."
�So tell me more about your job. Does it cause you to travel a lot?� the lioness asked. �How often do you work?� His job did interest her. She wondered if it was like the meeting she had gone to when she had come into town.
"At one point my job had me traveling a great deal now I try to keep it to a minimum, as I understand what I am and what I was. So now if I show up some where to speak and there is a shifter mishap it would look bad for all shifters. So I try to stay near my home near a full moon I�m also looking into picking up some land out of state for hunting
reasons."
�That sounds like a good idea. Somewhere safe for the newer ones to learn and the older ones to feel more free. You�ve really thought this out, haven�t you? What�s held you back from doing it?�
�I have done a great deal of research as to the best way to set things up for us and others like us. The only thing slowing me down is the fact that you are the only other lion I have found.� said Ben.
Semira nodded in agreement., �Yes�with these things it appears that location means a lot. I too have been trying to find my kind outside of Africa for some time.�
�Well I have been trying to find other lions since the day I returned home. But the little traveling I do now I hope to find more to join us.�
"Hopefully more will make their way over. Until then, I guess its just us"
This has been a purrrrty co-post by thatredhead and Villiam
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Sept 1st 8:00 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ian
"In the jungle the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight......." The song was seriously out of tune but it was clear that the singer had enthusiasm, if not skill. The scent of hyena drifted through the warm night air. Faced with two lions, he was obviously not going to be stupidly aggressive but he was certainly going to be curious.
He moved out of the shadows but didn't come completely out into the light. His Beast wouldn't have allowed it. He prowled around the shadows that surrounded the patches of light. "Two lions and neither one of them is black. Damn, isn't that just a a little bizarre. Have either of you actually been to Africa? Lately?"
There was a casual note to his voice but at the same time there was an odd urgency about the question.
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Sept 1st 8:00 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Semira Snyder
"And a hyena.. Yes we have been to Africa. I just came from there a few days ago. Why do you want to know?" Semira asked. She became a little defensive with the question, not knowing exactly what was on the mans mind.
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Sept 1st 8:00 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ian
"There is - was - a hyena herd in Sudan, near Khartoum. Have you heard anything about them? I lost contact a few months ago and it's not like I can just hop on a plane, you know what I mean? It could be something as simple as a fucked up radio but until I find out, I'm going to assume the worst, you know what I mean?"
He was edging closer to the light, his scent filling the air with his heightened anxiety. He wasn't afraid of the lions, despite the fact that lions and hyenas were natural enemies in the wild. He seemed to be more concerned about the potential fate of the missing hyena pack.
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Sept 1st 8:00 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Semira Snyder
"I've only heard stories about them, but that's it. I'm sorry, I've never met them or know if they're alright," The lioness began to feel bad for her apprehension of him. "Were... were they your pack?" she asked
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Sept 1st 8:01 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ian
The hyena nodded but it was difficult to tell in the light. "I got infected during a humanitarian aid mission," he said. "The missionaries I was with abandoned me and the pack took me in, taught me who I had become and helped me get home. Fucking priest told my parents that I'd died of malaria. Lying bastards."
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Sept 1st 8:01 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Semira Snyder
"I am very sorry about your pack, and for the priests. That wasnt very priestly oft hem," The girl nodded, looking down slightly. "I would suggest not going back to Africa though. Its very dangerous right now.."
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Sept 1st 8:01 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ian
"Can't afford it anyway and I ain't got a passport." The hyena swore under his breath and kicked at a tree. It shuddered beneath the impact. "I just want to know, one way or the other, you know? I'm not going to rush over and try and eat half the country because they suddenly decided my pack was a danger and killed them all or needed to use all their balls for some ritual. I just want to know. I have friends that I left behind and I just want to know if I should be mourning them or not."
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Sept 1st 8:01 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Semira Snyder
"Well, I would be hoping for the best. They may have been able to make it out," Semira smiled lightly, trying to bring a bit of light to the conversation. "How big was the pack? When I left, they were still having a preferance for the smaller packs."
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Sept 1st 8:01 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ian
"Between seventy and eighty," Ian replied. "There are only three of us here, all from different packs and we just don't get along." He shrugged. "No females to keep us in line." Hyenas were one of the few breeds of lycanthrope that were matriarchal. Most others were patriarchal or based their control strictly on power.
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Sept 1st 8:01 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Semira Snyder
"Well, if your pack stayed together then I'm sure they'll have a good fighting chance. I'm Semira, by the way, and this is Ben," The lioness replied pointing to the much taller man beside her.
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September 1st- 10:49 am - Rat Warren - Lillia
The idea made Lillia pause. She never forgot her rare ability, true, but she had never thought of taking it further than using it to help her friends. She wasn't by any means trained in the medical field. She just went by instinct. "We'll see about that. I know if there are any that were forced from the field because of thier circumstances, it will be about a halfway chance whether they will want to be reminded of what they lost, or if they are willing to use thier skills for other were. Right now, we are trying to keep my skills a bit of a secret, at least until we can settle with the other rats, so.." she shrugged, looking over a shoulder at him. "I'll ask the girls though."
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Sept 1st 8:01 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ian
"I'm Ian," the hyena answered. "What about you, Ben? When where you last in Africa?"
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September 1st- 10:50 am - Rat Warren - Nick
"I'll get Mike and Don on it as well. Sometimes Don can get things out of people when nobody else can." Nick chuckled. "And Mike could get a negative response out of Gandhi."
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September 1st- 10:51 am - Rat Warren - Lillia
Lillia smiled. "Yes, I think he could." Then she dissapeared down the hall to continue on the task at hand. It was nice to have something to think on, to do. Before she was infected she didn't have many choices. She wasn't allowed to go outside and play like the other children, and when she was outside she had to be careful. Her eyesight had always been bad, and when the last Rat King had found her, she was mostly blind. As much as she hated him, he had given her a chance at life that she otherwise might not have had.
But that was then and this is now, and the current Rat King wanted to raise his people from the underground. Lillia was determined to see that happen.
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Sept 1st 10:48 am Seattle Police department - Amy Caldwell
Amy looked over to the woman, "Do you want a coffee, or maybe a muffin or something?" She could tell teh woman was nervous, but chose not to say anything about it quite yet. "We're just waiting on one more officer before we start asking you a couple of questions."
Sept 1st 10:49 am Seattle Police department - Nisalda
The woman looked up quickly giving the female officer a small nod as her hands that were hidden under the table tightened, the knuckles going white. "That would be nice." she said softly avoiding eye contact.
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Sept 1st 8:02 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ben Rothwell
After a long silence Ben looked up at the gent & said "I just got back the other day but if you like I might be able to find out a thing or to out for you." Ben then stood up & reached into his pocket & pulled out a card & said "This is my number call me later in the week I will see what I can find out for you & we can go from there."
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Sept 1st 8:02 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ian
Ian took the card almost reluctantly. "If you find out they've been wiped out, lie to me, man. I don't want to fucking know. I'd go ballistic. Fuck, I'd go to Africa and then go ballistic." He turned to go. "I'll call you. But if it's bad news, fucking lie to me."
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September 1st, 1:01 a.m. - - Seattle's Conference Center - The Bar - - Andrew
"Bean you up on sugar and cut you loose, eh?" Andrew chuckled. "Alright, I'm taking a collection. I've got twenty bucks that I'm willing to spend on Jolt, Red Bull and Full Throttle. I'm not saying you have to shotgun it all at once but I think I'd like to see those killer moves."
Ryan laughed. "Get him off duty and he turns into a hellraiser," the Loki said with a laugh. "And why not? He's got a stressful job. he needs to relax a little. I'll toss twenty into that pot on the sole condition that if she gets up on the dance floor, you get to be her partner in crime for whatever mischief she can get into."
"Deal," said Andrew, holding his hand out for the cash.
"This is going to be really fun to watch," Ryan said to Shale as he laid a pair of ten dollar bills in Andrew's hand. "And here I am without a camcorder."
September 1st, 1:01 a.m. - Seattle's Conference Center - The Bar - Troy Dwyer
Troy dug around in her jeans pocket until she produced a battered nokia phone, she grinned wildly and handed the abused piece of technology to Ryan, "Here, if you point this in the general direction you want to film then press this little button here you can record seven minute clips of any embarrassing situation your heart desires."
Her long hands again dug deep into her jeans pockets, pulling out a small handful of random change, her maroon eyes skittered across the shiny coins as she counted it off with a single finger, "Sweet, I have enough change for at least five songs. Looks like I can get this whole night of perpetual shame off to a damned good start." The young lycanthrope's smile was broad and completely faultless.
She turned swiftly on on rubber soled heel and weaved deftly between the swaying cluster. The handful of quarters and dimes were fed into the greedy slot of the jukebox, Troy's long fingers punched in the number of cheesy song after cheesy song, her grin increasing with each awful selection. She swaggered back to the bar, the smile firmly in place, "Well Andrew, it appears that you have exactly five songs to prepare yourself for the dance off of your life time, better get those drinks in and fast."
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September 1st, 1:01 a.m. - Seattle's Conference Center - The Bar - Ryan
"There's a convenience store just down the street," the Loki said. "Give me ten minutes and you'll have a whole pile of legal stimulation sitting on the table for you. I hope they don't mind me bringing in my own beverages." Ryan stopped at the door grinned. "I hope they have Gummy Worms."
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Sept 1st 8:03 pm - A Park near the Wasabi Bay - Ben Rothwell
Ben some what shocked buy what he just heard this shifter say to him. "Well i will see what i can find out get back to me in a few days & I let you know what i have or have not heard." replied Ben
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Sept 1st 10:49 am Seattle Police department - Nisalda
The woman looked up quickly giving the female officer a small nod as her hands that were hidden under the table tightened, the knuckles going white. "That would be nice." she said softly avoiding eye contact.
Sept 1st 10:55 am Seattle Police department - Amy Caldwell
Six minuted exactly had passed, with Amy calling in her backup to start the interrogation. Her partner didnt answer over the radio. She knew for a fact she was on the correct channel, but for some reason, her counterpart didn't seem to want to show up. "Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry to keep you, but I need to quickly step out for a second." She moved out of the room very quickly. looking at the group of people before her, "Where's my partner in saving crime? We need to start this interrigation."
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This is a rolecall.
Anyone actively posting in this thread please sign in with the names of the characters you are playing.
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i'm trying. I'm struggling with a nasty bit of writers block right now. Hopefully soon I can get things going in my head again. Consider Lillia still active though and I will try and post for her asap.
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Amy Caldwell, and Semira Snyder are still active
Nobody wants to seem to post though : (
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It may take me a bit to post for them but I am hoping to keep Tristan and Jonah active.
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I'm here active with Suki, the leopards including Brandy as well as the preternatural unit. I haven t posted anything due to not having a vampire to meet up at the meeting called my the master of the city and my two cops flailing out of the interrogation set out for them.
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I'm still here with Shale and Elisabeta when school will permit, which isn't much right now. I will have Daniel's bio fixed soon so I will have a cop to play as well.
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I'm here with Sailor and Troy. . and will be more so once it does not feel like my head is being used as an oversized novelty maraca
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& I to with Ben & Wilhelm
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Excellent.
I'm looking for suggestions as to how to increase the activity of this thread. I'm open to just about any ideas, since my major plot line is taking a very long time to unfold. Currently, all vampires are requested to report to Archangel (by phone, not in person) because something serious has occurred and Nigel is trying to warn everyone....
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September 1st- 3:00 am - Archangel Industries - Nigel Salvatore
It had been just over a quarter of an hour since the message went out for all the vampires to check in but not all of them had called. Nigel wasn't worried. It hadn't been so long ago that a message like this would have taken a day just to circulate through the city and an equal time for all parties to respond. He'd begin getting annoyed at the hour mark but it wasn't likely that he would start to worry until much closer to dawn. Dawn was a critical time. Anyone not safe by dawn was likely going to be dead, one way or another.
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September 1st - 3:15am - Sailor Morgan
Sailor returned home from a night of bumping and grinding to bedazzle the marks and showing her ward the bright lights of La Cirque. She felt weary, which was most odd for a being that hadn't felt anything except vibrant since the day her heart had stopped beating. It had only been a full two nights that she had been responsible for another unlife, but her nerves jangled and body ached from the implications and consequences if she screwed up this little task. She was more built for a life of excess, her burlesque persona and the cloaked by shadow avenger of her former life, were far more comfortable skins for the bombshell than the over glorified nanny that she was currently preforming as.
She was grateful her ward had slowly begun to lay his defenses to one side, if there was one thing she couldn't deal with was the hard done by vampire. They had managed to find him a suitable apartment with thanks to the Master of the city, Sailor couldn't deny that she was nothing short of ecstatic that the odd vampire had declined her offer of a room in her house.
The old house was silent, save for Clarence's occasional snuffling snort. There was no sound coming from Tyler and she wondered for a moment what kind of trouble he was causing at that very moment, the thought bringing an impish gleam to her smile. The cherry red of an awaiting message flashed impatiently on the base of the cordless phone. Sailor sighed and was just about to completely ignore when the voice of responsibility droned on incessantly. She snagged the hunk of plastic from the cradle and played her messages back, of which there were four in total: one from La Cirque confirming her costumes had been delivered, one from her least favourite fang junkie begging for an other meeting, one from the video store informer here of the free rental that she was now eligible for and then the final one made her straighten her posture and thank whatever forces of nature there was that she had actually listened to her inner sensibility. Her thumb quickly tapped in the number of Archangel Industries and she waited with a hand on her hip as the monotonous ring tone yawned in her ear.
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September 1st- 316 am - Archangel Industries
"Thank you for calling Archangel Industries," a far too perky voice called out in greeting. Chantal had been a vampire for a dozen years but some how hadn't had the sunshine driven out of her yet. She was one of the night managers. For her to be answering the phone meant that anyone who understood how the buttons worked had been pressed into service handling calls.
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September 1st - 3:17am - Sailor Morgan
No matter how many times Sailor had called Archangel Industries, Chantal's perpetually demeanor never ceased to give her a chuckling kick. Her own vibrantly sunshiny tone purred directly into the receiver, "Hello Sweetheart. It's Sailor Morgan here. I just got a rather heated message from his nibs requesting my immediate attention. So here I am calling in as soon as I heard the word, just like the good little pet that I am. Whats the dealio, doll?"
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September 1st- 316 am - Archangel Industries - Chantal
"Best guess? Head count," Chantal replied. "He's put out the call to have everybody call in." There was a slight hint of a tone in her voice that no mortal could have detected. Even with the keen hearing of a vampire, Sailor wasn't entirely sure she had heard it.
If she had, Chantal was lying.
"Is there anyone there with you Hon? They'll need to call in on their own but there isn't any problem with double verification."
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September 1st - 3:19am - Sailor Morgan
The odd taint in Chantal's voice hadn't quite gone unnoticed, but with only fifty years of being a vampire, Sailor couldn't quite put a well manicured finger on what was so off with the receptionists reply, "There ain't nobody here but us chickens, dollface. I left Tristan at the front door of Archangel like the good sponsor that I am, so I suspect he should be calling his notice lickity split too."
She allowed a brief pause to offer the receptionist time to speak, but the opportunity wasn't taken, "Chantal, sugar. If anything were wrong or there was anything I was to know. . .you would make sure you were on the level with me, wouldn't you? You know, one girl to another kinda thing, because I wouldn't want this perfectly adoreable little rapport we have going on between us to be sullied, if anything should come to light."
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September 1st- 3:17 am - Archangel Industries - Chantal
"If there was anything I could tell you, I would," Chantal answered. "We haven't got a number for Tristan, by the way. He's a word of mouth contact. With luck he's checked in with one of the security guards but at least we have a ball park for where he is. Give us a ring if you hear from him just in case, okay?"
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September 1st - 3:19am - Sailor Morgan
Sailor was hear the words coming from Chantal's mouth, but believing them was becoming harder by the second. All of her time working with Archangel, they never called just to say "Hi" or to do a simple roll call of their little pets. As the night manager chattered away in her perky tomes, Sailor made all the appropriate noises at the appropriate moments. There was slight pause in the conversation and the burlesque dancer realised it was her time to speak, "Oh you got it, Chantal. If Tristan calls I will no doubt call in and let you know all is hunky dory. Say, I don't suppose the Head Honcho is available to talk to right now, is he? Since I'm on the phone, I had a few question regarding my sponsorship and Tristan I needed clarification on and you know the whole killing two birds with one stone scenario?"
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September 1st- 3:19 am - Archangel Industries - Chantal
"I can't swear to it that Mr Salvatore is available but I can put you in touch with somebody else who can answer your questions," Chantal answered. "Mr Crosby recently returned to the office so you can speak with him. It's not the man is the second chair but he's close enough to him to pass him a pen if he needs one. Do you want me to put you through?"
Waylon Crosby was known to be one of the city's lesser master vampires, one that had firmly attached his fortunes to those of Nigel Salvatore. He'd been Nigel's right hand for a number of decades and, although rumours were never confirmed, there were whispers that his feeding habits weren't exactly traditional.
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September 1st - 3:21am - Sailor Morgan
"If I can't speak to the boss, the boss' right hand will surely do just dandy. Well technically I guess Mr Salvatore is the boss' right hand so that would make Mr Crosby the right hand of the right hand", the sparkling vampire chuckled with an unmistakably girlish ring, "Thank you Chantal, you have been your ever dollike self. We really must catch up sometime in the flesh, sweetie."
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September 1st- 3:21 am - Archangel Industries - Chantal
"Give me just a second and I'll connect you," Chantal said. "See you later, Sailor."
The phone rang twice and the soft, almost musical tone of Waylon's voice came across the line. "Good morning, Miss Morgan. How can I help you?"
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September 1st, 3:33 a.m. - - Club Sanguina - - Elisabeta
Elisabeta got the message to call into Archangle Industries while on the dance floor. She had left Wilhelm to his own devices with the reminder to be in the hotel suite at least a half hour before sunrise. Excusing herself from her dance partner, Elisabeta moved to the back of the club where it was a little quieter and made the call into Archangle Industries.
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September 1st, 1:01 a.m. - - The Bar - - Shale
Shale pulled a rather ratty twenty out of her pocket and handed it to Ryan. "Here love. Make sure she has plenty of stuff to keep her going. And see if they have any lemon drops would you? I'm in the mood for something sweet and sour." Shale's brilliant smile radiated into her eyes. "And make sure you bring back plenty of quarters for the jukebox. Five songs is not going to be enough for these two."
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September 1st, 10:57 a.m. - - Seattle Police Department - - Daniel
Daniel pulled into the parking lot of the police department just before 11:00 a.m. He found an empty parking spot, at least 500 yards from the building, and maneuvered the pickup into it. Turning off the engine, he sat there for a good 30 seconds before taking a deep breath and turning to the blond on the passenger side. "OK Lucky, we're here." Daniel opened the drivers side door and got out, "Come on girl. I don't know how long I'm going to be so you had better not stay here." Lucky bounded across and seat and out the open door. She looked up at Daniel and wagged her tail. "Woof," was all she said. Daniel laughed at her antics. "Come on girl. Lets get this over with." He snapped a leash on Lucky's collar and led the way across the parking lot and into the lobby of the police station. He stopped before the long counter and waited for someone to notice him.
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September 1st, 3:34 a.m. - - Archangel Industries - - Chantal
"Good morning Contessa," Chantal said. "Thank you for calling in. Can I assume everything is fine?"
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September 1st, 1:02 a.m. - - The Bar - - Ryan
"Don't worry love," Ryan said. "We're going to dose her with so much sugar she'll be ricocheting off the walls like a pinball. And I think we can keep the music flowing."
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September 1st, 1:02 a.m. - Seattle Art Museum - Schreck
High above the cityscape Lee sat with his feet dangling sixteen floors up. Getting past the security wasn't hard to do, he was just passing through the art exhibits after all, no harm in that. A couple of green backs and a bribed janitor could get you any where really. Getting past the WaMu security for twelve floors was a bit more of a challenge. But with budding powers that made people shit their pants when they got to close to you Lee didn't have too much trouble. After all, if you're a security guard walking around in the dark around cubicles that cast strange shadows off the light from your flash light, you're not going to go examine the black little corner that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end like a million little hair erections. Besides that nobody really locked twelve floors worth of doors when they closed shop for the night, hell on some floors there had to be a couple of poor unfortunates who had to burn the midnight oil to get paperwork done for little lord Fauntleroy. There was always some shmuck who played the putz for some asshole or another. And come to think of it, being a big bank company like it was, there had to be many people working around the clock. Maybe Lee was more lucky than he knew about not being caught. Or maybe he was caught but whoever saw him didn't think there was anything strange about a average Joe white guy with short blond hair in a white button up shirt with cornflower blue tie (picked of course for irony) and black slacks moving about the building. Even if he was skulking about, maybe they just didn't care.
So there he sat, his ass planted firmly on the cold cement of the top of the steel tower, with freezing winds wiping his tie around in his face. He withdrew something small and black from inside his pocket. It looked like a tiny black twenty two Deringer. But his slate grey eyes were still fixated on the view of the city. The big picture. He wondered briefly if vampires survived the fall of buildings only to die when they hit the waiting pavement, but then he remembered once you hit terminal velocity it didn't matter how far you fell it was still do the same damage. Sometimes he questioned science. A very human sigh escaped his cold lips and he slid the cold steel back into his pocket. He wondered if anyone would come for him, or if he'd make it down and out without any hassle. Either way it was worth it for the view.
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September 1st- 3:21 am - Archangel Industries - Chantal
"Give me just a second and I'll connect you," Chantal said. "See you later, Sailor."
The phone rang twice and the soft, almost musical tone of Waylon's voice came across the line. "Good morning, Miss Morgan. How can I help you?"
September 1st- 3:23 am - Sailor's House - Sailor
"A very good morning to you too, Mister Crosby. How are you finding yourself on this rather chilly and dreary Seattle morning?"
Sailor curled a long strand of golden sunlight around her forefinger as she spoke, "I just had the sweetest little chat with Miss Chantal and I got the distinct impression that perhaps our little bundle of moonshine there wasn't exactly telling me the full story as to why our fearless leader put out the call for all us night folk to report in for the morning. Now I don't suppose that you would be the sort of man who likes to insult a lady's intelligence, so if there is a problem or somethingI should know, I would be just over the moon if you could be straight with me."
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September 1st- 3:23 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"I find myself in excellent health, Miss Morgan," Waylon replied, his voice holding an amused tone. "Now, I'm sure you will understand that, while I am unable to be straight with you, I can be honest with you. To paraphrase Thomas Dolby, some of our vampires are missing. We're trying to determine exactly how many and where they happen to be at the moment."
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September 1st - 1:03 am - The Bar - Troy
Troy leaned a lithe arm on Andrew's shoulder and grinned into his neck, "So what you think, tough guy? You think you can handle the sugar, the caffeine and yours truly? I tell you what if you can keep up with me then we can work out some sort of prize, but if you fail: which is obviously going to be exactly what happens then you have to take on the bowl, unpadded out back of the store", the shewolf smiled with a mischievous twinkle in her maroon eyes, "In front of as many witnesses that want to attend the event."
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September 1st - 3:25 am - Sailor's House - Sailor
"Why thank you, Mister Crosby, I certainly do appreciate you shedding a little on this little mystery. Since i feel like I have been given a little better explanation her is there any reason for me to be concerned and on the flipside of that is there anything I can do to help?" The platinum blonde's offer was genuine, it wasn't like she had anything planned for before sunrise as it was anyway.
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September 1st - 1:04 am - The Bar - Andrew
Andrew snorted. "If I can't keep up, I don't deserve to hold the position I hold. Bring it on. I won't need to face your pit of death."
Ryan winced. "Oh, I think I'm seeing some road rash in the future."
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September 1st - 3:25 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
There was a long pause before Waylon answered. "What is your opinion of dressing like a nun and hanging out near a church?" he asked. If not for the serious tone in his voice and his reputation, it might have sounded like a come on.
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September 1st - 1:05 am - The Bar - Troy
Troy's laugh was gloriously filthy, "Andrew, your position in the pack counts for diddly squat in the arena of competitive moronic dance, my friend. I have seen mighty warriors and great leader fall to my awesome moves and sweet stylings. Stamina is only a very small part of the challenge, you must also consider humility and the secret art of not giving a crap, factor heavily in this sport. Do you think you have the gall and gonads of steel to be the center of ridicule?"
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September 1st - 3:27 am - Sailor's House - Sailor
"You have me intrigued Mister Crosby, " her voice suddenly dropped all former signs of her showgirl persona and a certain predatory edge tinted her girlish tones, "Perhaps you should tell me a little more before I commit myself to such a venture, I mean, I am sure it must be something of a sin to impersonate a woman of the cloth and by golly, I certainly don't want to have worry for my eternally damned soul, now do I?"
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September 1st - 1:04 am - The Bar - Andrew
"Anything you think you can dish out, I'm more than capable of handling and I won't need a sugar hight to kick things off," Andrew answered. "If you think you can step up to this boy, then let's see what you got." The former Olympian did a passable head bob. "Bring it."
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September 1st - 3:26 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"It is a venture likely doomed to failure anyway, one way or another," Waylon said. "Have you met the Contessa? She's in town hunting a rogue. He seems to like nuns. Add to that we've got somebody picking off hot male lycanthropes and somebody who is trying to make a move on the Master. Quite frankly, I'd rather have a few more people between me and the direct line of fire, if you know what I mean."
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September 1st - 1:05 am - The Bar - Troy
The rip roaring snort was clearly heard over the din of the so called music that filled the bar. The female lycanthrope clutched at her chest with on long hand and tried to regain some sort semblance over her breathing between each baying laugh. Once her breath had been caught and the tears had been wiped from her maroon eyes, she playfully clapped a hand on the Olympian's shoulder, "Those were some fresh moves there, Vanilla. Damn, boyeeee! You're a regular dancefloor killah!"
Troy had obvious tickled herself as her laughter erupted again and her raven's dark head shook in disbelief. Her thumb hooked in Andrew's direction as her speech was directed at Shale, "You ever think you would witness old stoneface there throw some shapes that would have MC Hammer quiver in his magical shoes?"
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September 1st - 3:27 am - Sailor's House - Sailor
"I more than understand the point you are trying so eloquently put across there, Mister Crosby, but gosh darned it if you're not painting an entirely unconvincing case for me to step up and lend a helping hand. Now I have no problem playing dress up in a habit and wimple, hell that sounds like my regular Wednesday evening anyway, but you might want to give me a little more confidence in this operation if you are serious about wanting my assistance", Sailor's sparkling tone showed no signs of ever letting up, "Besides if I didn't show up for my adoring fans then you would have a yourself a most stylish riot on your hands, so how about you let me know the particulars, like the kind of back up and protection I would have and maybe we can see about cutting ourselves a deal here?"
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September 1st - 3:27 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"I hardly think you'd successfully be able to disguise yourself," Waylon said, sounding amused. "As far as back-up and contingency planning, you'll need to discuss that with some one other than me. I'm not the master at arms, you see. I'm a simple messenger. I think we're going to have a full house on this project. Father Domenic Sozio will most definitely be involved, as will the new police unit but I think our primary asset here will be the Contessa and her escort. I'm sure you noticed him. He looked rather tanned and dashing at the town hall meeting. They have been hunting this vampire for some time and have chased him here from somewhere in south east Asia. We aren't pleased that he came here but I suppose he has to be somewhere and if it has to be here then so be it. We will deal with it as we must."
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September 1st - 3:29 am - Sailor's House - Sailor
Every ounce of the showgirl sunshine dropped from Sailor's voice and was replaced by a bizarre coldness that revealed her true predator, "Mister Crosby, you of all people should know that judging a book by it's glossy, pulp cover is erroneous on so many levels. Some of us are born chameleons and that veneer that you think is the shallow truth is as betraying as Judas' kiss. Now you either want assistance on this venture or not. I have already been employed by Archangel Industries in exchange for information that is decidedly more valuable than cash could ever be and being that you are the right hand of the right I should expect you would have at least gotten a little sniff of what that may be. Now I would greatly appreciate if you further desist from insulting my intelligence, committal to the Master of the City and my ability as a vampire. I have both the balls and the ability to back them up to assist this venture in more ways than you can imagine."
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September 1st - 3:30 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"My, aren't we fierce?" Waylon's musical tone hadn't changed. In fact, he sounded amused. "Miss Morgan, I am not questioning your commitment, ability, loyalty or even your stated weight. If you had paid attention to my words, you would realize that I am offering you a list of people that will be working on this particular task. You may ply your charms with any or all of them. Just be aware that the vampire you are going to be hunting is quite powerful and his chosen victim indicates that he likely either has a high pain tolerance or an ability to ignore crosses. Are you still so interested in taking on this task?"
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September 1st - 7:30 am - Alley, Auburn District - Jack Shannon
If there was one thing Jack was thankful for after all his years in SVU, it was he was desensitized to violence. But even his stomach was a little turned by what he was looking at.
"A nun, elderly, I'm guessing possibly in her seventies. Condition is pretty badly bruised up, by the swelling and pooling of blood towards her backside I'm guessing she's been laying out here for a while now. Definitely preternatural, I don't think a human could put the force needed into their strikes to do this kind of damage. I'd probably guess that there will be more broken bones than whole ones. My initial guess would be a shifter, but since she's not in pieces I'm not too sure. That's all I got."
Jack stood up next to the body and looked at the cop who was writing down his description of the crime scene.
"Notice how her cross is still around her neck? It doesn't look like it scorched into any vampire, but you never know, get forensics to go to work on it so we can start compiling a suspect."
Jack started to reach into his pocket for a cigarette when he noticed the corpse twitch, the cigarette never found his lips as he dropped back down and searched for a pulse. Nothing. He grumbled to himself and sat back on his ass, just a postmortem twitch. The other cop inquired as to what he'd seen, he just waved him off and fished out the bent cigarette he had been going for in the first place.
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September 1st - 3:31 am - Sailor's House - Sailor
It was with a secret relief that Sailo thanked what ever odd deities for being immortal, for if time had been an issue for the daughter of the midway, she would have felt every single minute of the conversation nibble away at her time left on the planet. Waylon had reminded her exactly why she found the company of most vampires a tawdry lesson in futility, the verbal swipe at her nose with a rolled newspaper was swatted away like a somewhat persistent and annoying housefly, "Yes,Mister Crosby, I am still interested in volunteering for this task. I am not the kind of woman that offers her services without having some sort of personal agenda, of which you are more than privy to. Now, if you could just instruct me as to what kind of role you would like me to don for this particular assignment and either alert those I need to be working with or pass on their particulars so that I might sign in. Dawn is fast approaching I still wouldn't mind a nice quick and sweet bedtime snack of a pretty face or stimulating conversation before the sun rears it's big sleep inducing rays over out fair city."
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September 1st - 7:30 am - Alley, Auburn District
"Hell of a way do die," the cop said. "Seventy years of guarding her cherry and she gets nailed in a back alley by some thing that wasn't even human." He shook his head. "Makes you wonder if there really is a God."
The forensic van pulled up and one of the coroners stepped out. He looked at the body with a mix of revulsion and distaste. After twenty years on the job, he still couldn't hide his opinion of crime scene examination. "Who is the officer in charge of the scene?" he asked, his accent suggesting that he might have originally been from Texas.
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September 1st - 7:30 am - Alley, Auburn District
"Normally I'd question that myself but with shit like this happening at increasingly frequenter rates, God is all I have to hold onto."
Twin violet eyes watched the van pull up and the coroners get out, his black cop sunglasses hid his rolling eyes from the perturbed coroner.
"That would be me" Jack said as he pushed himself off of the cement ground and to his feet. "Officer Shannon."
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September 1st - 3:32 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"By all means, feast," Waylon said. "You can call the Contessa through the switchboard when you are done or call Father Sozio the same way. I suspect the Contessa's escort will be fairly close to her, mores the pity."
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September 1st - 7:30 am - Alley, Auburn District
"Already designated as a preternatural crime, eh?" The man shook his head. "Given the condition of the body, I'd say she's been here for no more than six hours, possibly as few as two. Whoever did this obviously didn't care if she was alive for it or even conscious for that matter. Dave, take a few pictures. I want the hands and pubic area. I'm guessing she struggled but I can't say for certain. I'll need to examine the body. Have you had breakfast, Shannon?"
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September 1st - 7:30 am - Alley, Auburn District
"No."
Jack looked the coroner over, noting his demeanor. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why it would matter if the old nun had struggled. After all, even if she did it would hardly matter against your garden variety piece of shit rapist, let alone a granny tagging vampire. He reached into the pocket of his tan trenchcoat and removed a silver Zippo lighter. He flicked it open while lightening it at the same time, a old trick, and lit the bent cigarette in his mouth.
"Now I have" he mumbled through the smoke.
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September 1st - 3:32 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"By all means, feast," Waylon said. "You can call the Contessa through the switchboard when you are done or call Father Sozio the same way. I suspect the Contessa's escort will be fairly close to her, mores the pity."
"Absolutely, I will do just that once my belly is nice and warm from a nice little sanguine snack.Anyway, thank you for your time Mister Crosby and I am sure we will be speaking again soon. Anytime you feel the need for a little burlesque do just drop into La Cirque, your name will consistently be on the honours list. We have quite the variety of pretty things that suit every one's taste. Girls and boys, living and dead, shifter or human or vamp we really do have a little of everything, but I digress, my tummy is a'rumbling and is under the impression that my throat has been slit, so I did you a good morning and thank you for having a touch of honesty."
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September 1st - 7:31 am - Alley, Auburn District
The coroner laughed. "Breakfast of champions," he said, patting his shirt pocket. "I'm going to ask a stupid question and inquire as to the existence of witnesses. Have you spoken to the person who found the body? Did they give you anything to work with?" He pulled a pair of blue nitrile gloves out of a case and pulled them on before he began carefully manipulating the corpse. "Has she been ID'd?"
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September 1st - 3:33 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"There is a reason it is called a dying art, Miss Morgan," Waylon said. "In this matter, you may contact either me or Miss Aguilar, Mr Salvatore's secretary and personal assistant. Need I express the point that this is a very critical matter for us politically and socially? We're going to be in the spotlight for quite some time and given your penchant for stealing said focus, I suspect you will handle your portion of this admirably."
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September 1st - 7:31 am - Alley, Auburn District
Jack smiled, the shared addiction made him like the coroner a lot more than he had just moments before.
"No witnesses yet. I also haven't got a chance to talk to the guy who found her yet either, poor bastard. As for vic's ID, a nun at some local Catholic school. They called her in missing and we found her soon after, the habit gave her away. Her name escapes me right now. He can tell you" Jack finished, pointing out the other cop who had been writing down the crime scene information.
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September 1st - 7:31 am - Alley, Auburn District
"Sister Mary Joseph," the cop answered, after consulting his notes.
The coroner nodded. "Had to be sister Mary Something. They're all sister Mary Something." He returned to his job, humming under his breath. In the typical gallows humour of most coroners, the tune he had chosen was 'Bad Habits' by the Monks.
In ten minutes, he turned to the waiting officers. "You can bag her," he said. "Shannon, you got a minute?"
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September 1st - 7:31 am - Alley, Auburn District
Shannon didn't bother to watch them slip the old cadaver into her big black old lady coin purse. As far as he was concerned she was in heaven and his only job was to make sure the perp who sent her there got his just desserts.
"I got all the time in the world Jack."
Against his better judgement he gave one last look over his shoulder at the body, feeling a fresh pang of remorse in his stomach. He shook away the sensation as best he could and walked over to the coroner.
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September 1st - 7:31 am - Alley, Auburn District
"What's your take on this?" the coroner asked, offering Jack a fresh cigarette and lighting one up for himself. "Me, I got a bad feeling. You've been a cop long enough to trust your gut. My gut says this isn't going to be the only one. You don't shag the shit out of a senior citizen nun unless you have a reason. Tell me the truth. Do you think this is a random one of or do you think we're going to see more?"
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September 1st - 7:32 am - Alley, Auburn District
Jack took the proffered tobacco product and thanked the man, once again removing the silver lighter that was in his pocket and lighting the end of the white paper. It was a cool September morning, just working its way out of summer. A cool breeze tumbled down the alley and Jack felt a shiver run down his spine as he contemplated the man's words.
"Well the only reason I can think of for someone doing something like this, is the good old fashioned Richard Ramirez reason. Infact this case seems to have a lot of parallels with old Richy. The rape and brutalization of an elderly woman to the point of death all mixed up with some sort of what I'm guessing to be satanic or at least unholy agenda. Let's pray we don't get a repeat. But we will, we will. I don't think I caught your name yet."
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September 1st - 7:33 am - Alley, Auburn District
"Nathan Burdet," the coroner answered, extending a hand. "You think we got a Ramirez on our hands? I don't see this as his type of crime. No break in. No satanic connection. Rape yes but the murder looks as if it were secondary, almost accidental rather than deliberate. This son of a bitch just didn't care. My guess would be a vampire rather than a shapeshifter, if we're dealing with a preternatural. In my experience, the shifter would have eaten at least part of the victim. I didn't see any teeth marks but I haven't turned the body over either. Damn, I could use some steak and eggs right about now. Is there a Denny's near here."
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September 1st - 7:33 am - Alley, Auburn District
"Well Nathan, Ramirez preferred to rape his woman, killing them only ever seemed to be an after thought. Ramirez didn't always break in either, and the satanic connection. Well I only made one since she's a nun and most crimes aren't committed on clergy. I have to agree with you on the preternatural thing though, I think it was a vamp as well. I'm not positive if there's any Denny's, I'm sure there's some place around here though."
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September 1st - 7:33 am - Alley, Auburn District
"Ramirez killed fourteen and raped five," the coroner said. "Or something like that. Bloody damned bastard. Let's hope this one isn't as successful. Feel like a coffee or are you needing to get back to work?"
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September 1st - 7:33 am - Alley, Auburn District
"I'm just echoing the sentiments of some of the people who worked his case. But yeah I got my fingers crossed we can catch him before vic two, though it'll probably be more around three or four I'm gunna guess. And yeah I can't promise I won't get called out on another case, but I can spare some time for a cup of joe."
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September 1st - 7:33 am - Alley, Auburn District - coroner Nathan Burdet
"If it wasn't for coffee, I wouldn't get any work done," Nathan said. "If it wasn't for smoking, I'd have used up all my stress leave. We function because of our addictions, not in spite of them." He chuckled. "Let's hear some heroin junkie try to make that same claim."
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September 1st - 3:33 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"There is a reason it is called a dying art, Miss Morgan," Waylon said. "In this matter, you may contact either me or Miss Aguilar, Mr Salvatore's secretary and personal assistant. Need I express the point that this is a very critical matter for us politically and socially? We're going to be in the spotlight for quite some time and given your penchant for stealing said focus, I suspect you will handle your portion of this admirably."
September 1st - 3:35 am - Sailor's House - Sailor Morgan
"Isn't that why I was hired Mister Crosby? I have been a professionally show woman my entirely life, I can project any image that I so desire, Mister Salvatore has instructed me on the particular flavour he wanted the face of Seattle vampirism to be, so you have nothing to fear, Mister Crosby. You tell me the kind of girl you need and I am that girl."
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September 1st - 3:34 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"Be yourself, Miss Morgan," Waylon said. "You will be a cat among pigeons. The more it seems that you are seeking other prey, the more the pigeons will trust you. The closer the pigeons get, the more attention others will pay to that and the less they will pay to the other issues. I'm sure some of your human allies for this hunt will want nothing more than to fall prey to those ruby lips." It was difficult to tell from his tone if he was being truthful or facetious.
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September 1st - 3:35 am - Sailor's House - Sailor Morgan
"Again, thank you Mister Crosby for your continued truthfulness, not matter how limited it may be. I'll give the switchboard girls a little tinkle at nightbreak tomorrow and track down the good Father and of course The Contessa, see who would be most in need of a little extra manpower to their cause. . . . anything to keep me out of trouble." Sailor wrapped a curl of spun gold around her finger, "Again, thank you and I hope all goes well with you head count."
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September 1st - 3:35 am - Archangel Industries - Waylon Crosby
"The fact that it has been called at all means something has already gone wrong," Waylon said, the musical tone of his voice momentarily fading. "Be careful, Miss Morgan. We aren't entirely sure what is happening out there."
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September 1st - 3:37 am - Sailor's House - Sailor Morgan
"I understand, Mister Crosby and I realise that in the grad scheme of things, its not much, but I will do all I can to do my part. . . if not a little more", there was an odd infliction of sincerity in the burlesque dancer's voice, "I will make sure I am careful out there, Mister Crosby. Good night, Sir."
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September 1st, 3:35 a.m. - - Club Sanguina - - Elisabeta
"Everything is fine dear. I suppose there is a good reason for having me call in the middle of my fun?" She eyed the young man she had left on the dance floor. He had found another partner but kept his eyes on her. She gave him a brilliant smile and the universal gesture for 'just one minute' and turned back to dealing with Chantel.
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September 1st, 1:04 a.m. - - The Bar - - Shale
Shale just grinned as Troy and Andrew threw verbal jabs at each other about who would be able to keep up with whom. If she had to bet she would put her money on the jukebox breaking before either of those two giving in. She looked at her mate and waved towards the door. "You can't get back if you don't leave. Now run along and bring back lots of sugar and caffeine to keep the party going." Her voice held an edge of laughter as she watched the other two wolves make their way to the dance floor.
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September 1st, 11:00 a.m. - - Seattle Police Department - - Daniel
Daniel was getting a little annoyed that no one had noticed him yet. But not as annoyed as the people in the stations lobby when Lucky gave out a sudden 'Woof' and a howl that lasted almost a complete 15 seconds. Daniel just looked at the other people and shrugged. 'So what if she is a little loud,' he thought. 'Live with it.' He leaned down and gave the Golden Retriever a pat and a good scratch behind the ears. "You're a good girl Lucky," he smiled at his best friends antics. She tended to do this whenever they had to wait for any length of time. Daniel thought it was because she was just as agitated and annoyed with having to wait as he was.
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September 1st, 3:35 a.m. - - Archangel Towers - - Chantal
"It isn't me that asked you to call in," Chantal explained. "This comes down from the Master of the City himself, or Nigel at the very least. It is a rare occurance but sometimes we need to know exactly where everyone is and what they are up to. Is there anyone with you?"
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September 1st, 1:14 a.m. - - The Bar - - Ryan
It was almost ten minutes to the second when Ryan returned. He wasn't surprised to see Troy and Andrew occupying the entire dance floor by themselves. Shapeshifters had a way of moving that was fascinating and even before he'd been infected he'd had thoughts about all the things that could be done with a body that lithe and flexible. A lot of people paid good money to watch this sort of show but they were getting this one for free. He slipped an arm around Shale.
"Hell of a show," he said, knowing that every patron in the bar would agree with him. There was just something damned erotic about two shifters dirty dancing together. "Just watching this makes me want to take you out back and do terrible things to you with my lips but I doubt the cops would turn a blind eye a second time."
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September 1st, 11:00 a.m. - - Seattle Police Department Lobby
A desk sergeant with a receding hairline looked up at Daniel. "Seeing eye dog?" he asked, knowing full well that Daniel could see. "If not, you'll have to leave it outside the building because we only allow working dogs in the building. And it's an offense to lock it up in your car in this heat. You're not with the canine unit, are you?"
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September 1st, 3:36 a.m. - - Club Sanguina - - Elisabeta
Elisabeta became all business at the mention of who had actually put out the alert. "I see. In that case it can be excused. Herr Wilhelm is here, so are three or four other minor vampires whom I am not familiar with. If you wish I will make sure that they all call you within the hour." She had turned her back on the dance floor, keeping all of her attention on the phone call.
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September 1st, 1:15 a.m. - - The Bar - - Shale
Shale laughed a good natured laugh, remembering what happened the last time they let their hormones get out of hand in public. "I think you're right on that count. And I don't relish the idea of calling Tom and telling him that we have been picked up again for lewd public behavior. Besides, there is always the privacy of your apartment." She had a rather evil gleam in her eyes. "I don't think it would be a good idea to leave those two alone for any length of time right now. We might have to step in and keep them from making the same mistake we did shortly after we first met." Her grin just got wider as she thought about trying to keep Troy and Andrew from jumping each other in the middle of the dance floor.
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September 1st, 11:01 a.m. - - Seattle Police Department - - Daniel
Daniel gave the desk sergeant a smile. "My name is Detective Daniel Lafeat. I am transferring in from the New Orleans Police Department. I was told to ask for the Preternatural Unit." Daniel's Cajun accent was unmistakable. "Sorry about Lucky. I just got into town today and haven't had time to find an apartment and I refuse to leave her in the truck outside." He gave Lucky a pat on the flank and a scritch behind the ears.
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September 1st - 3:37 am - Sailor's House - Sailor Morgan
The handset was placed back in it's plastic cradle once Sailor had made her goodbyes, a delicate hand was run though her golden tresses as eyes the colour of shiny new pennies flicked up at the silently ticking grandfather clock and a slow smile spread across her porcelain pale features, "Well, well. Looks like there are a few hours until sunrise left to play in."
The keys adorned with a neon pink lucky rabbit's foot was snagged as she stealthily keyed in the digits for the house alarm. Her Camero glistened seductively in the driveway, the gold fleck twinkling like a million little stars under the sulphuric glow of the street light, "Okay baby, lets go down town, see if anyone is up for a bedtime snack."
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September 1st - 1:15 a.m. - The Bar - Troy Dwyer
The first few pounding beats of an ex-boy band boy swaggered from the speakers mounted in each corner of the dancefloor, proclaiming the artist was bringing back 'sexy'. A wide smile decorated the female wolf's handsome feature, she was obviously proud of her selection in all of its cheesy glory. Troy's body moved with a fluid and easy grace, her lithe hips almost serpentine in their motion. Her sneakered feet glided across the dance floor as if she were on ice rather than beer sticky wood. Long fingers slid and slipped across her dancing partners body as she literally danced circles around him, despite her tom boyish appearance, her movements were decidedly feminine and as enticing as Ishtar herself to the onlooking males, but this dance was solely for the benefit of her fellow wolf on the dance floor. Just as she was successfully turning the erotic heat up, the air around her seemed to shift as her body took on a comically gangly gate, her long limbs though still moving in perfect unison with the slamming beat of the music seemed almost to elongate and move in a similar way to teen in the middle of an awkward growth spurt. A grin that was huge as it was goofy smeared across her features. Her rear end swayed dangerously and her large hands clapped on the off beat, her maroon eyes never straying from Andrew's as she put herself out there to be the unashamed center of ridicule.
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September 1st, 3:36 a.m. - - Archangel Towers - - Chantal
"Just ask if they've called in and get the name of anyone who hasn't," Chantal said. "By now, everyone will have gotten the message and if they haven't reported, we'll have to find out why. Thank you for your co-operation, Contessa. I wish all our residents were as eager to help as some of our visitors."
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September 1st, 1:15 a.m. - - The Bar - - Ryan
"God help us if we have to step in," Ryan said. "Andrew would tie me up in a little ball and slam dunk me into the nearest shot glass. Once they're home, they can do whatever they want but I'm going to lay odds Andrew is going to be shopping for new furniture tomorrow."
On the dance floor, a mischievous grin spread across Andrew's face. His limbs suddenly stiffened and he began doing the robot. Within a minute, he began twitching and jerking like an epileptic as the robot began to 'malfunction'. He swayed drunkenly before finally hitting the floor, where he walked his way around a jerking circle twice before lying still.
A few seconds later he was moving again, arms tight against his side and legs together as he did 'the worm' around the perimeter of the dance floor.
""Good lord," Ryan said. "I can't watch. I know how far Andrew is willing to go to make a fool of himself. Troy doesn't know what she's unleashed on a poor unsuspecting public."
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September 1st, 11:02 a.m. - - Seattle Police Department
The sergeant sighed. "I'll call up and have one of the officers meet you outside," he said. "It's not a working animal, so it and you have to wait outside." Clearly the man wasn't a dog person. The cat on his coffee mug was a clear sign of where he preference lay. He picked up the phone.
"Preternatural? Yeah, we got a guy down here with a dog. Says he's a transfer from New Orleans. He'll be out front waiting for you."
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September 1st, 11:06 a.m. - - Seattle Police Department - Suki
Suki made her way down the front counter a portfolio tucked under one arm looking a little tired. The past few days had been rather busy in the preternatural division.
The Asian woman offered him a smile and extended her hand "Mr. Lafeat I presume? I'm Suki Neubosato head of the preternatural unit." She took the mans hand and gave it firm shake before lowering it so the golden retriever could sniff.
Lafeat would have to say that the woman was young. Very young, in fact it was with out a doubt he had seen anyone her age be the head of any department. At best she was a well kept 30 but the gleam in her eye still made him want to think she was a younger member of the team.
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September 1st, 3:37 a.m. - - Club Sanguina - - Elisabeta
"Of course darling. I will find out if any of them have not yet called in. Do you want me to give you a call back with the names of those who haven't called yet? Or do you want to just wait and see if they call in on their own?" Elisabeta had turned back to the room and took a mental count of those vampires who were in the common area. There was a good half dozen now not including Wilhelm and herself with at least four more in the private feeding area. She let out a silent sigh. Not being an official member of the city's hierarchy might make the cities vampires a little less likely to listen to her request that they put in a call to Archangel Towers. All she could do was pass on the message and hope that no one got offended.
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September 1st, 1:17 a.m. - - The Bar - - Shale
"I don't think the public is complaining to much." And they weren't. The rest of the patrons had cleared off the dance floor and were now clapping and hollering, egging on the two wolves as they tried to out do each other in the ridiculous factor. Some were even throwing a couple of bucks onto the dance floor to keep up the entertainment. By now Shale had downed a good fifth of the vodka and was not even feeling a little light headed. She looked at Ryan expectantly and waited for him to drop her lemon drops on the table. Provided of course that the store had them and that he hadn't forgotten about them.
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September 1st, 11:07 a.m. - - Seattle Police Station - - Daniel
Daniel shook her hand and gave it a quick kiss in the traditional Cajun style before she took it back and offered it to Lucky. "Detective Neubosato it's a pleasure to meet you. And actually its Detective Lafeat, or Daniel if you prefer." Lucky stood and sniffed her outheld hand a couple of times and then gave it a good long lick. Daniel laughed at Lucky. "Sorry about that," he said with a brilliant smile. "It looks like Lucky likes you. She doesn't give licks to just anyone you know. I'm sorry about bringin' her to the station but I just pulled into town this mornin' and haven't had time to look for an apartment."
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September 1st, 11:08 a.m. - - Seattle Police Station - - Suki
Suki listened to Daniels story and nodded. "Well how about we let you hunt for apartments for today and get you situated? For the time being I can recommend a place that does rooms for rent by the week or month until you have something more concrete. But before we do that you should meet the others on the team. They aren't all here since we have a rotating day and night staff." She offered him a smile "I hope you are accustomed to rotating shifts."
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September 1st, 3:36 a.m. - - Archangel Towers - - Chantal
"If you could call back with a list of names that would be wonderful," Chantal said. "We need to make sure people understand how important it is to return this sort of call. I hope the rest of your evening goes well for you."
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September 1st, 1:17 a.m. - - The Bar - - Ryan
"I'm getting that look," Ryan said. "What have I done or haven't I done? I know it's one of those two, because everyone woman has perfected asking that question silently with just her eyebrows." He paused, thinking furiously. "I'm in trouble, aren't I? I can't remember."
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September 1st, 3:40 a.m. - - Club Sanguina - - Elisabeta
Elisabeta hung up and went back to the dance floor. She whispered into her dance partners ear, gave him a nibble on the neck and then went in search of the other vampires in the club. She spotted Herr Wilhelm still at the table where she had left him and angled that way. When she reached the table she bent down and whispered the message to call Archangle Towers. Elisabeta then made a circuit of the main room and spread the word among the others as well as collecting their names for her return call. She then headed back to the private feeding area and jotted down the message on a note pad and had one of the girls working the room take it around for her. She waited for the young lady to return with the list of names so she could call it in with the rest of them. It took almost a full five minutes before the woman returned and handed her a short list of names.
Elisabeta thanked the young lady and went back out to the main room. She pushed her way to a rather quiet corner and placed her return call to Archangle Towers with the names of those at the club.
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September 1st, 1:18 a.m. - - The Bar - - Shale
Shale had to laugh at Ryan. She knew she should be mad at him but the look on his face was just short of comical. "You forgot my lemon drops didn't you?" There was a decisive tone of laughter in her voice. She shook her head. "That's the last time I send you to the store mister." She tried to make her voice sound stern and failed miserably.
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September 1st, 11:09 a.m. - - Seattle Police Station - - Daniel
"I am accustomed to undercover work. There are no set hours when you do that kind of work I'm afraid. But don't you worry. If the Marines taught me anything it was how to be flexible with my sleep schedule." He gave her a brilliant smile as he absently scratched behind Lucky's ears. "I would be much obliged with any help you could give me in finding a place to live. And meeting the rest of the team sounds like a good plan. But what about Lucky. I'm not going to leave her in the truck in this heat and the desk Sarge said I couldn't take her in with me."
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September 1st, 3:50 a.m. - - Archangel Tower - - Chantal
"Thank you for your assistance, Contessa," Chantal said, her voice bubbly as always. "Everyone on that list, with the exception of Wilhelm has already called in and I think his contact information hasn't been added to our system yet. He may have called Mr Salvatore directly but knowing that he is with his sponsor is good enough. Thanks again."
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September 1st, 1:20 a.m. - - The Bar - - Ryan
"I have an excuse!" Ryan protested, also trying to sound serious and laughing. "There was this guy and he had a gun and he stole all the lemon drops from the store, just before I got there." He looked at Shale. "You wouldn't happen to be a Damon Runyon fan, would you?"
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September 1st, 11:09 a.m. - - Seattle Police Station - - Suki
"Come on I'll let you in the back. We can show you around. Introduce you to your desk and I'll get you the information on those rooms for rent. I need to go look them up. We do have a K-9 unit I can call down there and see if they would let lucky hang out in a kennel and have a fresh bowl of water until we settle things down in here. That way she can stay cool and won't be 'causing trouble' as the sarge would like to think." Suki replied. She motioned for him to follow and they walked around to the back of the station where the Kennels were. It also happened to be more convenient since her departments office was down in the back. Tucked away and hidden as if it were an embarrassment.
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September 1st, 3:51 a.m. - - Club Sanguina - - Elisabeta
Elisabeta said her good days, hung up and weaved her way back to the dance floor. As soon as she reached the edge her partner for the evening angled through the crowd towards her. They met back up some where near the middle of the crowded area. "Please excuse me for leaving you alone for so long. I had some rather urgent business that needed my attention." She gave him a brilliant smile. "But I am yours for the rest of the night," her breath had a husky undertone that he was sure not to miss.
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September 1st, 1:21 a.m. - - The Bar - - Shale
Shale laughed at Ryan's feeble attempts at an excuse. She handed him the vodka bottle and stood. "I just hope you didn't forget to grab all those energy drinks." Gesturing to the two wolves making public spectacles of themselves, "Those two are going to need to refuel soon with the pace they are setting for each other. I am going to stretch my legs and go get those lemon drops." Giving her mate a quick kiss she headed for the door. "Do I need to grab anything else while I am out or did you remember your gummy worms?" Trying to look cross with him and not quite pulling it off, Shale broke into a wide smile.
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September 1st, 11:10 a.m. - - Seattle Police Station - - Daniel
Daniel and Lucky followed the young woman around the building to the kennels and a back entrance. Lucky started straining at her leash the moment she caught the scent of the police dogs in their kennels. 'Woof, woof, woof." Her tail wagged a mile a minute. Daniel laughed. "It looks like Lucky can't wait to meet your K-9 members. You don't think there will be a problem with a strange dog being in the kennel area, do you?" The concern about what might occur was evident in his voice.
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September 1st, 11:18 a.m. - - Seattle Police Station - - Suki
"Not to worry each dog has its separate kennel. She will be fine." Suki replied confidently as they made their way into the kennels.
It took sever minutes of talking to the officer on duty but he finally agreed to house Lucky for the afternoon until the new officer (Daniel) got his things in order for the day.
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September 1st, 11:20 a.m. - - Seattle Police Station - - K-9 Unit
"We'll take good care of her," the canine officer said. "Come back soon, thought or we'll have this little girl trained up to working status before you can blink. She'll outrank you and retire with a pension before you even get all the one way streets sorted out. Any special treat she likes?"
The back half of the building obviously belonged to the dog lovers and it was likely that the desk sergeant never came back to this area if he could at all avoid it.
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September 1st, 3:51 a.m. - - Club Sanguina
He was one part necrophiliac and one part fang junkie but he had enough of a brain to keep those two sides of his personality carefully in check when he was in the club. Most vampires wouldn't want to have anything to do with him if the discovered how eager he was to deal with them on those two levels. He also happened to be relatively attractive, a decent dancer and possessed of good taste in clothing and cologne.
"I'd like to see where this evening is going to take us," he said with a grin. "Certainly not into the back rooms here. It's so much a cliche."
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September 1st, 1:22 a.m. - - The Bar - - Ryan
Ryan held up a bag full of cans. From his lips dangled a red and yellow gummy worm.. "Oh yeah, we're good. Hurry back, love. I'm a little outnumbered here." By this point, Andrew was break dancing, spinning on his shoulders at speed that the eye had trouble following.
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OOC: Please prepare for a short time jump to Sept 3rd. It may take a few days for me to set the scene properly. My comp isn't co-operating....
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September 3rd 9:00 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Nigel Salvatore
"Thank you for coming," Nigel said as he entered the board room, Waylon Crosby at his side and Brandy only a half step behind him. Many of the others present had no idea about the significance of the room. It was the most secure meeting room in the city. Maintaining the wards that kept out evil influences was taxing in the extreme and the Master of the City forbade its use in any but the most extreme emergencies. Nigel didn't have any trouble putting that label on the situation.
"I'm sure most of you know each other within your respective groups and may have heard of or encountered some of the others. Introductions can be done later. Given the varied nature of those present, I'm sure you can understand without my indication that the situation is well beyond the point where normal means of containment are possible. That is why I have brought you all here." He looked around the room at the gathering of vampires, cops and others. "We are seriously up shit creek," he said.
OOC: I would like all vampire PCs to post their presence at this meeting, as well as all the members of the police preternatural crimes unit. Shapeshifters were extended an invitation. The respective leaders though the situation dire enough to send representation. Father Domenic Sozio is also present and it won't require any special senses to tell that he is walking a fine line between terror and impatience.
There have been several gruesome rape/murders over the past few nights. The targets have been nuns, for the most part but in at least two cases a vampire or shapeshifter (in this case a wererat) attempted to intervene and was torn apart, literally. In none of the cases did anyone hear anything.
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September 3rd 9:00 pm - - Archangel Towers- Malaki
Malaki stood in the left corner behind Nigel. He looked out at the room of gathered members of different organizations. "Scared sheep" he thought to himself failing to acknowledge the own uneasiness of his heart. Malaki shifted his weight sending his long black hair fall infront of his face. A liquid like movement sent the flowing lock behind his ear before his hand found his way back into the pocket of his light jacket. The comfort of a tiny wooden object made him grin ever so slightly showing only in his eyes.
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September 3rd, 9:02 p.m. - - Archangel Towers - - Elisabeta
Elisabeta was standing behind Nigel close to the door and a quick exit should it be warranted. She was not expecting any trouble here in Archangel Towers but one could never be sure of such things. She had dressed in a deep purple corset with tight black jeans and boots the same shade as the corset. Her hair was left down tonight to frame her face and flow down her back. As everyone got seated and settled she studied them. Trying to find anything that would indicate a weakness or an opening should this turn into a fight. A pleasant smile was on her lips but it did not reach her eyes.
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September 3rd, 9:02 p.m. - - Archangel Towers - - Daniel
Daniel had gotten the 5 minute tour of the unit on the first. He had been hastily introduced to the other members that were in at the time, shown his desk, handed a stack of papers that had to be filled out and returned the next day and then he was given a mapquest printout of a map and directions from the police station to the boarding house. He had gone back and collected Lucky, who was none to eager to leave the other dogs behind, and headed to see if he could get a room for the next month or so till he was able to find a decent apartment. He found the boarding house in one of the not so nice blue collar neighbor hoods but it was better than some of the places he had used when he was undercover. The man at the front desk wasn't going to let Daniel have a room if he planned on keeping Lucky in there with him. Daniel finally convinced the man that Lucky was going to be trained by the Seattle Police Department and that she was not going to be in the room all day long without him there to watch her. So he finally got a room and got the truck unloaded.
The rest of that day was busy with filling out the paper work required by the Police Department and the City of Seattle, unpacking things that really needed to be unpacked, finding a place to take Lucky running and familiarising himself with the city. The next day he was back at the Preternatural Unit at 8:00 a.m. to turn in the paper work, get his locker and get familiar with the way they worked.
Tonight was the first time he had been allowed out with the rest of them. There had been two calls the day before but it was decided that he should remain in the office due to his unfamiliarity with the city and its denizens. He was sitting with the rest of the unit dressed in a navy blue suit with a pale cream color shirt and a light blue tie. The only silver he had on him was the fully loaded clip in his Sig-Sauer P226 Tactical 9 mm. He had only loaded one clip with silver bullets, not wanting to make anyone too uncomfortable, with the amount of silver that was already sure to be at the meeting. The only people he knew there were the other members of the unit and Father Sozio whom he had met at the station. But he was sure that he would be acquainted with most if not all of the others before long.
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September 3rd 9:00 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Nigel Salvatore & Father Domenic Sozio
The power dynamic in the room was bizarre. It had to be, because the man who was arguable the most powerful being in the city turned the meeting over to one who possessed absolutely no preternatural ability. A sight shudder went through the priest when Nigel called upon him to take the podium.
He was sweating profusely and the interplay of preternatural auras could be doing nothing to improve his calm, despite his claims of being a null. He laughed nervously and wrapped his fingers around the edges of the podium top. "Thank you for that succinct description of the situation we are in, Mr Salvatore. I would have used a slightly different description but it will serve well enough."
He paused to look out at the small crowd. Many could smell that he hadn't bathed recently and he looked like he'd been wearing the same clothes for several days. "The problem Mr Salvatore is referring to is the presence of a rogue vampire. The reason that all the groups in this room have been called to work together on this is simple. Nobody wants any single group going off half cocked and trying to take this rogue on by themselves. He's already killed one vampire and a wererat and if his actions fall in line with his previous patterns, then several more of each are going to die. The prevailing theory is that we are dealing with a man who was abused by members of an order of nuns as a child, likely when he was a student. He's getting his revenge on them. He's also been luring preternatural creatures into the area where he attacks his human victims, the theory being that he is demonstrating how powerful he is by killing them and still being able to finish his original task."
Domenic paused slightly, looking over his shoulder at the Contessa. "Seattle isn't the first place he's done this. Contessa Elisabeta Dragomir has carried a warrant for his execution, issued by the Master of the City of Jakarta, Indonesia. I'll let her fill you in on his activities there."
He stepped away from the podium, motioning for the vampire to step forward.
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September 3rd, 9:01 p.m. - - Archangel Towers - - Elisabeta
Elisabeta stepped forward slightly irritated. She hadn't planned on briefing everyone on the situation, only being on hand in case she was needed to answer questions. But she had to admit that she was probably more suited then the good father to let everyone know what this rogue was capable of. She gave Father Sozio a small smile as she took his place at the podium. "Thank you Father." She cleared her throat, not out of any real need but more as a means to take a couple of minutes to collect her thoughts. "Father Sozio is correct that I have been dispatched with a warrant for this rogue. But I am afraid that he did get some facts wrong. First of all I was not sent by the Master of Jakarta but by the Master of Soroca in Moldavia. I have tracked this rogue from Moldavia half way around the world till I nearly caught him in Jakarta. It was from there that I was able to track him here to Seattle."
She paused for a moment to let this news sink in and then continued. "The rogue is a male vampire that stand between 5'6" and 6'1" and is about 210 lbs. He has short black hair and green eyes. Unfortunately that is the only description I have of him and before the question comes up, no I am not aware of any photographs that exist of him. The crime he committed in Soroca was an attack on a convent where he killed nearly 20 nuns and illegally turned two others. I heard only yesterday that both of those two girls did not survive. One took her own life and the other had to be destroyed. This rogue is a menace not only to the mortals but to the preternatural community as well. If he is to be brought to justice it will only be through the combined efforts of all of us."
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OOC: Okay, roll call.....
Everybody please post if you are still interested in playing and which characters you have....
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I am still here with Elisabeta (vampire), Shale (wolf), and Daniel (cop)
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I got Malaki(vampire) and Katana(pard) welll kinda need to bring her out somewhere somehow
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I can still be here with Sailor and Troy
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I am still in and you know which characters I have. As well as what NPC's
However for the sake of keeping things fresh.
I do think that much like bloodlines you should have a weekly post minimum so things don't fall flat on their faces. We have some members that just dont post that often.
3 times a week seems like a fair number though.
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Give the numbers and the character types involved, I've made the decision to stick with characters that are either vampires or cops. There are people playing shapeshifters but not enough of any one type to maintain their various storylines. Please let me know if you are currently playing a shapeshifter and want to replace them with a vampire or a cop. You're still restricted to one of each but it is still possible to play two characters.
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Awwwwwwwww
I lose my one player char sucky.....
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I was kinda hoping to keep Kat too.... Id rather keep her than have to play Suki.
I know goosekats got a cop but i think we are the only ones. Andrew quick posting and Kristi hasnt posted for her cop in eons....
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So you'd rather keep the vamps and the shifters?
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Id like to find a way to incorp them all if there is a way and if you used the same tactics as used on bloodlines to keep the post levels up and make it mandatory for ppl to have to post 3 times a week and interact with someone other than you then I think things might work out pretty well. Those that dont keep up or only post lke 2cea month should maybe reconsider finding a slower paced thread to game in. Thats my personal opinion.
As it is I think we have lost Bill Kristi Andrew April Darkflame and XlupoldX as players which only leaves Goosekat Krystal and myself for the most part. And even Then Goosekats only going to be able to post a few times a week since shes having issues with keeping up the pace in Bloodlines
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so we're right back where we started.
That would give me only two fully active players, which isn't enough to maintain the thread as a moderated board....
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Posting 2 times a week is sufficient to be able to maintain most boards on this site. One gamemaster and two players is the minimum requirement for a moderated board. If that was not the case I would have deleted Shadowrun months ago, Micula doesn't post 3 times a week in that and yet it is still considered an active board.
So Having myself, Goosekat and Krystal as active characters would still work. And would likely still make for an alright game. Plus as the winter season approaches you may find the other players drift back...
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Fine. As of October 1st, there will be a posting requirement for the Anitaverse. I'll have to figure out what it is. I just hope it can maintain it's unique identity in the face of Bloodlines.
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*raises hand* I am still very much here and check in every now and then to see if any of the threads I am involved in are doing anything, which has only really been AB. . ./color]
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You should be fine then and with the awesomeness that is XlupoldX she has made her presence known and is active as well. So it looks like you have more than enough players.
Its just a case of trying to mesh them together so you aren't RPing with individuals and only individuals... But it seems to me this statement was made some time ago and I don't know what happened it just kinda got ignored...
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I brought groups of characters together in the hopes that they would rp together, rather than rping singly with me. We all saw where that went. It worked for a while but only when I pushed it along. I shouldn't need to put up every other post in order to keep the storyline flowing....
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Agreed but you will need to work on a list of things you expect from your players and sort of an RP guideline then. Give your players things to do. No one wants to write something up and have you come back and say oh... you over stepped your bounds.
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There was direction. Nobody moved with it. Yes, I'm whining....
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*smacks Maxx upside his head* Nobody likes a whiner. I would be more than happy to try and get this bad boy up and running again WITH you BUT (and that is a giant J-Lo sized bubble butt of a but) I will need to chat with you to find out where you are trying to direct everyone into going. You know how to find me on MSN or even PM me here. You know the two characters I have and I can also whip another character or two up if you would need such peoples. Communication, me old china, that is what we need and being that I am still very much in the Land of Mysterious Vertigo, I am around a fair bit.
The problem I had formerly with this game was having no idea where my gals fitted into the grand scheme of things, so if we can have a look at the characters we've got and figure them into the desired plot, then we will be laughing like a pack of drunken hyenas.
So stop with the girlyman whining and lets have a brain storming session where we can reanimate this bumbling corpse of a game, deal?
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seeing as how I know your opinion of bumbling corpses, deal.
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YAY!! *dances*
Okay then mister man, PM me all your ideas and we I'll take a look at them and we'll organise a day when we can MSN it up!!
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Okay, here's the new rule format for the Anitaverse.
EVERYONE is going to have to post for their characters AT LEAST three times a week. I don't care if it is three times in one day but it will be three times a week.
This thread is going to advance with or without you. I have a timeline and I will be sticking to it. If you are not posting you will not be able to react to the situations that I have planned.
So...
READ the thread as often as you can. Something might have happened that requires your attention.
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September 3rd 9:02 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Father Domenic Sozio
"Not exactly a police mug shot but that description is the best we have to go on," Domenic said. "A few other pieces of information that have come my way. One of the were rat factions contacted me this afternoon and told me that they were going to be keeping watch on the convent of the Sisters of Immaculate Conception. They didn't ask, they announced it. Several of the members of this rodere are devoutly Catholic, despite their condition or perhaps because of it. I tried to talk them out of it but they insisted. Vigilante justice is the last thing we need. It would be far too easy for one group to build up a head of steam, fueled by righteous indignation and to go off half cocked against some poor bastard who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So if any of the vampires have friends that happen to be nuns, call them first before you drop by and visit, to make sure you aren't walking into a lynch mob. As far as the rest of the shapeshifters are concerned, I don't want to hear that any of you have decided to pull the same sort of thing."
Ryan raised his hand. "Father, there are a number of us who are Catholic. We might not go off half cocked as you suggest but I'm fairly certain there will be an increase in the number of shapeshifters going to church over the next few weeks. If we happen to be there, we happen to be there. It won't be an organized thing but that is just how people are. We don't want to get hassled because we're going to church or visiting a friend. We won't be acting like bodyguards or vigilantes, we'll just be doing what we'd normally do if we heard that something like this had happened to a friend of a friend. We don't want the police assuming we're up to something just because we are where we are."
Domenic nodded. "I doubt the police would jump to conclusions. They're trained not to. Am I right, Officer Neubosato?"
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September 3rd 9:03 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Suki Neubosato
The head of the Preternatural unit nodded. "We are here to protect everyone. We won't be hauling anyone off to jail or hassling anyone. If you are going to church there is no law against that. But we don't not want anyone getting hurt or being put into a panic. I am confident that we will catch our man, but we will have to play things smart."
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September 3rd 9:04 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Nigel Salvatore
"No offense, officer, but in this case your men will either shoot first or they will die first," Nigel said. "It is a crisis. This vampire has no regard for life. He will kill anyone in his path to ensure that he is allowed to perform his perversity uninterrupted. The few seconds that would be used to verify identity or intent is all he needs to kill the officers involved. In short, officer Neubosato, you need police officers of a calibre similar to that which you are hunting. What you need is preternatural police officers, not just a preternatural unit."
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September 3rd 9:05 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Suki
"And you and I both know Mr. Salvatore that such things are not permissible. The law states that preternaturals cannot hold such positions. My hands are bound even if I think that such things might prove useful. I think for now we should go off the information we have. Father Sozio can you share with us any other information?"
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September 3rd 9:06 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Father Domenic Sozio
"You've got everything I've got," Domenic said. "We have virtually nothing to go on. We know he's a vampire and we know he's a serial rapist that targets nuns. We have a vague description and we know he's strong enough to kill other vampires and shapeshifters without any effort. In short we're only half a step up from step one."
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September 3rd, 9:06 pm - Archangel Towers - Troy Dwyer
A long limed woman that was dressed like a teenaged boy stood forward and rose her arm to gain the attention of the priest, "Father Sozio, Officer Neubosato. Troy Dwyer, I'm with the wolves here. It seems that despite the preternatural nature of this blight on our fair city, our kind is being most definitely kept at arm's length for the entire investigation. Now as I can gather, you only have one person on the case who is not entirely human and even then they are something of an independent agent. This is a series of crimes that is effecting the city of Seattle as a whole, speaking as one of her inhabitants and one of her preternatural inhabitants, I feel that there is a whole section of the community that is being made exempt from taking their stand as a haleping hand to a terror that concerns all of us."
The deceptively young looking woman's maroon eyes shined with a bright conviction, "I have to honestly ask the question that if this killer were keeping his victims to purely to the preternatural side of the community, would there be as much outrage? I highly recommend that something be done to include those of a less human nature into the equation of this investigation or you will find a dramatic rise in the number of misguided vigilante or do gooder related instances and we both know that those circumstances can result in a whole Pandora's box of possibilities: from a rise in violent crime to a citywide panic. The preternatural citizens of this city are not going to sit back and wait for a task force of humans to hunt out a creature they are not equipped to hunt. We need to be involved somehow on an official level, especially to show the preternatural community that the 'powers that be' see us all on a level playing field."
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OOC: You mihgt want to change your header, seeing as how it wasn't the good father talking...
September 3rd 9:07 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Father Domenic Sozio
Well, doesn't that open up a huge can of worms?
Domenic sighed. "Miss Dwyer? I'm afraid I don't have that authority. The Contessa is here under a special visa, with special privileges granted her by powers that I can't influence. As far as involving the preternatural community, as Officer Neubosato stated, there is, as yet nothing we can do and to organize yourselves into vigilante groups would only compound the matter. Officially our hands are tied but having said that, it is far easier to get forgiveness than permission so leave the question with us and we'll see what we can do."
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September 3rd, 9:07 pm - Archangel Towers - Troy Dwyer
"Father, if I may be so bold as to make a suggestion before I don't send word back to the pack that we won't be forming our own task force on this matter. Surely to have liaisons or representatives from a cross section of each distinct facet of the preternatural community, at the very least for the public face of the investigation would be beneficial for the preternatural unit and the city as a whole? As much as a few of us deny it, our human roots very much subscribe us to the feeling that so long is something is seen as being done, then we will be offered some sort of peace of mind and hopefully that will stave off a great deal of potential problems", Troy held the good father firmly in her sights as she said her final piece.
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September 3rd 9:07 pm - - Archangel Towers - - Father Domenic Sozio
"Assisting the police is one thing. Trying to do their job for them is completely different." Domenic nodded towards Suki. "Officer Sozio had some help on a case from one of the shapeshifters some time ago. One of the wereleopards, I believe. It is up to the police as to what level of involvement they are comfortable with. It is a decision that is beyond my authority. As far as my role as vampire executioner, that office gives me some fairly wide ranging powers of deputization but I'd be crucified if I was seen to have overstepped them. In other words, Miss Dwyer, as I said before, we will look into it."
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September 3rd, 9:09 pm - Archangel Towers - Troy Dwyer
Troy gave a quick nod of thanks for her voice being heard and stepped back to lean slightly into Ryan's ear, "This is going to be one hell of a horror show. They don't have the first clue of how to deal with what they are hunting, no matter what their little press junket declares and you can be assured that there is going to be a hell of a lot more shifter blood spilled before they find this monster."
Her tones were kept low enough so her packmate would the only one privy to her thoughts, "We need to make sure we're accounted for, like we always have, but now we really need to keep watch over each others back, because this lot sure as shit won't."
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OOC: Currently I have only two people posting. If I do not hear from the other members of this thread, I'm going to either tailor the events to the two of them or shut the thread down.
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ooc: I want to rejoin with my dudes but I'm so lost as to what is happening
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OOC: Vampires and shifters and police are having a private conference regarding the presence of the vampire that Jack was investigating, seeing as how he's turning out to be a serial rapist murderer who targets nuns and seems to enjoy adding in the occasional dead preternatural as part of the package.
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September 3rd, 9:10 pm - Archangel Towers - Jack
"I feel like I need to cut in right here. You see the thing is even with every cop in the preternatural unit working on this case. And even if we got some help from some of the other units. I feel like we're short on the manpower to tackle this high profile a crime and do our other duties. I may not be totally coherent as I haven't slept for about four days. But I think I'm making enough sense. And I think all the preters in here saying they want in on the action makes sense too. I'm not talking about expanding the force with unqualified civilians just because they got a trick or two up their sleeves. But if the preters want to form their own units and keep in close contact with us that sounds fucking good to me. I mean think about the Guardian Angels and shit in New York. The laws would still apply, I'm not talking about turning a blind eye. But with how understaffed we are I can't see it being a bad thing us all working together."
Jack rubbed his eyes, they were as dark and baggy as they had been during his worst times with the SVU. It felt like he was going full circle with the whole thing. He groaned and took a sip of the Dunkin' Donuts coffee that sat steaming in front of him. What he really wanted to do was sleep.
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((ooc: Ok, I'm here... I still want to be part of this thread and keep Cynara... so just let me do a little reading to catch up on the meeting and I'll do my best to get a post up tonight or tomorrow, ok?))
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September 3rd, 9:10 pm - Archangel Towers - Cynara
Cynara sat quietly beside the other members of the Pard that had decided to attend the meeting. She was determined to take an active role in the Pard and so had insisted on being part of the group that went along, but had swore she would keep her mouth shut this time. She was still a little sore after embassing herself at the conferance infront of everyone. Her eyes trailed around the room, taking in the stance of those in attendance. Some almost looked bored, while others were eager to hear more. She made sure to maintain a blank face that showed no emotion either way.
ooc: seeing as I have no clue what pard memebers are here... yeah, that's the best I could come up with.... *shrugs*
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September 3rd, 9:11 pm - Archangel Towers - Morvan
Morvan leaned back so his shoulders touched against Cynara's chest. "I don't fucking believe this." He had finally caved and come along with the pack of leopard attendees for two reasons. He wanted to protect the curious lesser subs that had expressed a desire to attend, through some morbid curiosity Morvan couldn't fathom. It also allowed him to see Suki again.
"So what you're saying, Columbo, is that you want us to band together into organized groups to patrol the streets, on our own time at our own expense and with no official sanction from the police?" The little leopard snorted. "I've dealt with the police force in Seattle before, from both sides and let me tell you, I got more of a hassle when I was the good guy helping the police than when I was the one they had a reason to question. I'm sure as hell not going to put on some gay ass blue beret and start playing vigilante. Can you say 'open season'?"
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September 3rd, 9:11 pm - Archangel Towers - Leslie
Leslie sad beside Cynara and looked up a Morvan. "But we should try and help somehow Morvan. A-at least i think that would be good. I mean it is our city... then again... You are the leader."
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September 3rd, 9:12 pm - Archangel Towers - Morvan
Morvan ruffled Leslie's hair. "We'll help but we're not going to make targets out of ourselves."
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September 3rd, 9:11 pm - Archangel Towers - Jack
"Then you don't have to do shit. Maybe just shut the fuck up and let people with ideas who want to catch this creep talk. No ones saying to do anything on your own time if you don't want. Some of the more outstanding citizens here seem to want to lend a fucking hand though."
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September 3rd, 9:13 pm - Archangel Towers - Morvan
"I have lent a fucking hand, Columbo," Morvan snapped, his Beast sending a ripple through the sensitive humans and all the preternaturals. "I helped you guys break up a fucking car theft ring and all I got was two hours of grief." He pointed to Suki. "Ask her. I help her track down the fucktards who ripped off her car and when the cavalry arrives, I'm the one with all the guns pointed at them. "I have a serious problem if you expect me to put any of my people in harms way just to make your job easier. You get paid to take the bullet. I'm supposed to jump in front of you just out of civic duty? Fuck that."
"Tempers, Gentlemen," Nigel said. "We are all here as friends to come up with a solution to our mutual problem. Fighting with each other may not make our enemy stronger but it will certainly make us weaker."
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September 3rd, 9:13 pm - Archangel Towers - Cynara
The swirling of Morvans beast as his anger flared called to Cynara's own. She felt it stretch and yern to break free but she controlled it easily. It was a tame beast now, except for during the full moon.
Cynara moved her arm in a way that looked unplanned and casual but that made it so that she could place her hand on Morvan's back. She slowly, and seemingly unconsously started to run her nails up and down his back slowly. She wasn't doing it in a sexual way by any means. She was doing it to try and help calm her Nimir Raj down.
Beside her she could feel Leslie's beast also reacting to Morvan and his anger. She reached over and took the sub's hand with her free one, squeezing it reasurringly.
***This has been a zombie April posting... if it makes no sence, please inform me after I have gotten some sleep and I will fix it.. it is now 4:10 am and I really have no clue what words I just put together and if they work at all or not. bahahahaha***
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September 3rd, 9:13 pm - Archangel Towers - sailor Morgan
The squabbling between leopard and cop was slowly beginning to cause something of tension headache right between Sailor Morgan's copper penny bright eyes. She felt an exasperated sigh fall from her Chanel rouge noir lips and the impetus to speak up had finally broke to the surface.
"Tempers, Gentlemen," Nigel said. "We are all here as friends to come up with a solution to our mutual problem. Fighting with each other may not make our enemy stronger but it will certainly make us weaker."
The young vampire's eyes flicked momentarily to her liege as if asking for nonverbal permission before added to an already heated debate, once her free speech was granted she stepped forward frmo his shadow and shone with and ethereal brilliance.
"If I may gentlemen", her gaze flitted from Morvan then rested on the world weary cop, "Although the Nimir Raj does bring up a somewhat valid point of the prejudices those of us with a less than human nature may face in the eyes of the public and the majority of the authorities, the way he brought it forward in this public arena was somewhat aggressive. As an officer in the newly formed Preternatural Unit and as veteran of the force, you know only too well that this city does have something of problem connecting with the citizens that inhabit the night hours. We all know only too well the divide between our different communities, but as you already said, Detective Shannon our people are also needed to ensure the success of bringing down this quite heinous criminal. It is somewhat unfortunate that the world at large does not deem us worthy enough to be on the force ourselves, perhaps what is needed is a little less of a strangle hold on those that decide to conduct themselves on the same side as the law in this time of crisis? I know that we at Archangel would be more than happy to come together with the police force on this matter to ensure the safety of our streets."
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September 3rd, 9:14 pm - Archangel Towers - Morvan
Morvan leaned backwards slightly, so that Cynara could feel the pressure of his weight against her hand, an acknowledgment of her touch. "The problem there is that the Preternatural Unit doesn't have the authority to just wave a magic wand and say 'poof, it's now okay for us to become cops'. They have legitimate reasons for the rule. What good is a cop that can't work on any crime scene where there is blood, fear or sex? We aren't human any more. I know for a fact that I'm hell and gone above where I was before I was infected. I understand why most people are afraid of me, if they know what I am and frankly that is their problem. I'm not taking a special bus because Grandma Smith thinks I'm going to eat her poodle. I'm not going to form my own police force because Seattle 5-O won't give me a badge. What I will do is offer to provide the police department with one leopard on a strictly volunteer basis, as a civilian auxiliary. No badge, no gun, no handcuffs but a sense of smell that kicks the shit out of any blood hound and reflexes that can dodge traffic on the freeway. I trust you to keep my people alive and well and you trust us to keep our noses out of your business, literally and figuratively."
The wereleopard looked at the vampires, the cops and finally the other shifters. "Who needs this Chalice to get us all in the same room? All we need is a serial killer to get us talking."
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September 3rd, 9:14 pm - Archangel Towers - Lillia
"Unfortunately, even among humans of differing beliefs it takes a common enemy to drive separate factions in a common direction." The tiny were-rat said, casting her pink-red eyes around the room. She wore her usual comfortable dress and wide brimmed hat- the lights in the room were bright, but she didn't want to hide here eyes behind sunglasses. "As Mr Salvatore said, we have been gathered not only to inform us of all the grisly facts of the issue the city- and as its inhabitants, we ourselves - face, but to also attempt to devise a solution, so long as we all can keep from the usual squabbles that are inherant to our distinct situations. One thing is certain. From what we have heard here, we can all be sure that this rogue is a danger to all the inhabitants of the city, not just the humans, or the weres, or the vampires. The best solution would be one that incorporates the strengths of each of us. The preternaturals of the city may not have a badge to fall back on, but we can still be useful to those who have. Besides, as much prejudice as there is against us, do we really want something like this making life even harder for us?" She turned her attention to the officers present. "Beyond the obvious, Officers, is there any type of pattern that has been devised of the activities of the culprit? Does he seem to prefer certain locations? Is there anything the victims have in common beyond their dedication to God? Accoding to what you said, it seems as if the preternatural deaths may be an afterthought, perhaps simply because they happen to be nearby?""
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September 3rd, 9:15 pm - Archangel Towers - Father Domenic Sozio
"From what the forensic evidence says, the coroner is of the opinion that the sexual assault was initiated, halted while the preternatural threat was dealt with and then continued," Domenic said. "No one in the area heard anything, despite the fact that a fight of savage intensity took place. This leads us to conclude either this vampire can influence the minds of people he can't even see or he is capable of creating a zone of silence to hide the sound of his activities."
"So if you suddenly can't hear, run like fuck." The comment had been intended for ears of Nick's wererats but Mike's voice carried through the room. He went red, looking sheepish. Nick rubbed his back.
"Wise advice, actually," Nigel said. "Run until you can hear and then call the police."
As if that had been a signal, Ryan's phone went off. "Sorry," he said and answered it. Within seconds all the colour had drained from his face and his mouth fell open. The phone slipped through suddenly nerveless fingers. His odd behaviour was drawing the attention of the wolves near him as well as some of the closer preternaturals. He tried to speak but the words didn't seem willing to come out. Finally, in a hoarse whisper he shared the horrible thing he'd learned.
"I've got some more information regarding this vampire," he said. "His animal to call is the wolf and he's just taken control my Ulfric."
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September 3rd, 9:17 pm - Archangel Towers - Lillia
Lillia felt as if her breath and her dinner both wanted a hasty escape from her body. Her Beast lurched, and if she could have gotten paler, she likely would have. Her pink-red eyes sought her King for the briefest of moments before flitting to the group of wolves present, every nerve on edge. If the Ulfric was compromised, then life just got a whole lot more dangerous.
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September 3rd, 9:18 pm - Archangel Towers - Father Domenic Sozio
Domenic looked at Nigel. "How powerful would a vampire have to be to take control over him?" he asked quietly.
"Powerful," Nigel replied. "He has managed to avoid the control of an vampire I've know to make an attempt at controlling him. It's been a bit of a bone of contention between our two groups."
"So what now?"
"Now? He owns the wolves unless the Ulfric is powerful enough to prevent him from extending control throughout the pack. We can expect no help from that quarter now, unless someone can step up to the Ulfric who is strong enough to fight the vampire."
Despite the fact that they were talking quietly, many of the shapeshifters in the room heard. Ryan responded. "Lobo won't turn us over," he said. "He'd set us free first, disbanding the pack. Tom would be able to pull us back together."
"Tom?" Domenic asked.
"They call him the Peacemaker," Ryan replied.
"An unusual sobriquet for a werewolf," Nigel said.
"Maybe he's named after the gun," suggested Domenic. "Can he fight?"
"Damned straight," Ryan said. "He wouldn't be the pack second if he couldn't."
"Second place is the first loser," Morvan said. "No offense to the Peacemaker but if he's not the top dog, he won't be able to resist the vampire either."
Ryan opened his mouth to argue but the answer came before he could speak and not from one of the expected sources. "He can resist the vampire. I've felt his will. I've felt his Beast. The Peacemaker makes peace because he is filled with it and without a savage Beast to set against the human will, no vampire will ever be able to defeat the Peacemaker." Nick looked at Ryan. "I owe your Peacemaker a debt that I despaired of ever being able to repay. Now I see that the time is now. Tell him that the Rat King will stand with him and the rats will stand with the wolves."
"Speak for your own," A woman called from across the room. "I speak for my rats, not you and we stand with no wolves."
"Then stand aside."
"Put a sock in it," Morvan called, interrupting the beginnings of the rat battle, despite the fact that he wanted to see the two King and Queen rats scrap. "I've met the werewolf Alpha and except for being massively too tall, he ain't so bad. He understands that sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to protect your own. I think there needs to be a short list for who is in on this hunting party and I think it's getting full." He looked over at Suki. "What do you say? One wolf, one rat and one leopard, a priest a vampire and couple of cops? I think we've got the makings of one hell of a buddy comedy."
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September 3rd, 9:19 pm - Archangel Towers - Leia
"I fear that would come perilously close to putting all of our eggs in one basket." The soft female voice caught everyone's attention and they turned to see the swan queen standing just inside the door. Her scent swirled through the room like a spring breeze and all the shapeshifters stirred slightly under its influence. She moved further into the room once all the attention was on her, a shimmering image in white. Swam though she was, only a foolish shapeshifter would ever think of her as prey.
"Leia. Welcome." Nigel took both her hands and she allowed him to kiss them. It was a subtle sign but many of the vampires caught it. Few others were aware enough of the truth to realize what was happening. The head of Archangel turned to the crowd. "May I present Leia. She is our swan queen and dwells atop our tower, as befits a queen."
Leia gave the assembled crowd a gracious smile and it was a smile that could break hearts. "Citizens of Seattle, this is not a challenge to take lightly, especially now that the Ulfric has been taken. You have an enemy that is twice as strong. You need more than courage and ferocity to win through to victory. The Master of Seattle sees this intrusion as a challenge to his authority, which must be dealt with swiftly or it will draw others who seek to dethrone him. Allowing such a thing to happen is a sign of weakness and we are not weak. Therefor, I have been bidden to offer myself as bait."
The taste of her power suddenly withdrew from the room and Leia seemed to somehow shrink into herself. The shapeshifters stirred again, only this time it was because she was suddenly so much like food.
"Settle down," Domenic said, noticing the stir but not realizing it's cause. "Leia, I don't think using live bait is the wisest of ideas."
"You'd rather use dead bait?" Waylon asked with a slight smirk.
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September 3rd, 9:21 pm - Archangel Towers - Lillia
The swan queen was disturbing. Beautiful and poised, she was everything that a queen was supposed to be. Lillia didn't want to think about it too hard, but she supposed she was just a bit jealous. After all, she was technically and alpha herself, but she didn't think she could ever command anyone's attention like the swan queen. It was a very girlish thought process.
She agreed with what the swan queen was saying, all up to the bait part. They were all being shown how she could serve as bait. If she could draw her aura that far into herself...
She cleared her throat. "I believe he is more concerned about the live bait staying...live."
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September 3rd, 9:22 pm - Archangel Towers - Leia
Leia turned to look at the rat and held out a hand to her. "I am far more able to escape than most," she said. "I can fly and believe me, I am well able to defend myself. The Master of the City is willing to take this step to draw out this vampire. He, like any other vampire, realizes that living in peace with humanity is their greatest chance for survival and individuals like this are the greatest threat to that peace. He has asked and I have agreed to be your bait." She paused and for a moment seemed to consider her next words carefully. "I am also far more able to survive an assault of this nature than any human. The victims have all died from injuries inflicted during the attack. I suspect that I'd be still alive if things go badly, if not necessarily intact."
"Out of the question," Domenic said.
"The choice isn't yours to make, father Sozio," Leia said.
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September 3rd, 9:24 pm - Archangel Towers - Lillia
Lillia's stomache turned, her Beast cringing. "You're actually considering willingly putting youself in his path, knowing what he would do.." she said breathlessly.
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September 3rd, 9:23 pm - Archangel Towers - Leia
"The police will be putting themselves in the path of even worse," Leia said. "I'll heal. Death is permanent. Worst case scenario, he will have gained the unfettered hatred and anger of one he does not wish to face, one he would be unable to run from until the end of days. My Master would seek him out if it took until the dying days of the next millennium and would make him wish he's surrendered sooner. Human laws might forget about him as a cold case in a hundred years or so but a vampire's memory is long and their anger slow to cool once it is aroused. I would be safe. Even knowing what is to come if I were not safe, I would have to volunteer, even if the request had not been made. There is a convent in northern Europe to whom I owe an almost unpayable debt. Perhaps this will, in part make up for that."
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September 3rd, 9:25 pm - Archangel Towers - Lillia
Lillia listened in silence, finally nodding as she finished speaking. She offered a small, almost sad smile. "I understand." she said. Then her demeaner changed ever so slightly, a faint hardening of her expression. "What is the plan of action then?"
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September 3rd, 9:26 pm - Archangel Towers - Ryan
"First part of the plan is the wolves get the hell out of here," Ryan said. "We can't know any of the plan because you can't risk us leaking any of it. I'm sorry, Father, office Neubosato. We've been compromised and there are some that would follow our Alpha into Hell or a death sentence out of loyalty and some who would do it for the sheer hell of it. Until we get this resolved, we're more of a liability than an asset."
Already the wolves had started heading for the exit, some slowly, some urgently. The power in the room was spiking in a frightening way and some of the weaker shapeshifters were beginning to realize that they didn't have as much control as they thought.
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September 13th, 12:10 am - Seattle
It was more than a week later that the bait was finally taken. As most martial arts teach, strength is easily redirected, often to the attacker's detriment. Lobo didn't seem to mind getting thrown. He didn't even try to break his fall. It was as if his heart wasn't in the fight. Likely it wasn't but he attacked anyway, unable to resist a will more powerful than his own. Leia barely had to use any of her real strength to send him sailing into the gutter.
Police responded immediately from their positions but it wasn't the preternatural squad that reached the scene of the crime first. Shifters had a natural speed that gave them an advantage when it came to sudden reactions and there were those within the shifter community that were faster than most.
Morvan and his chosen few had been staying with Suki as much to keep him out from underfoot as to keep him informed. When the alarm went up that Leia was under attack, he was out of the car and moving even before she had a chance to tell him to wait. Whether it was eagerness to finally face the Ulfric or desperation to protect the Swan Queen wasn't clear but he definitely seemed to want to be first on the scene.
He had competition.
The rats moved through the shadows like dark bolts of lightning. Nick had brought his best warriors and, although he wasn't expecting that they could face down the werewolf leader, their goal was not to kill him but to contain him and to try and restrain the vampire.
The wolves too had reason to move quickly but it was the Peacemaker who led the pack forward. Their goal was clear. They were here to reclaim their own and the vampire wasn't going to be able to do anything to stop them.
Even so, they were all beaten.
How long they had been ready no one could say but there was a flurry of wings and Leia had company. Four women, wearing nothing but determined expressions, surrounded her, each in a ready stance. Leia smiled and joined them, striking a picture perfect Crane position even as the last of their feathers disappeared.
The vampire actually had the good grace to look shocked.
On the ground Lobo whimpered, shook his head and rolled to his feet. He looked like Hell. His eyes were feverish and his hair unkempt. He wore a week's worth of beard and his clothing was the same thing he'd been wearing when he'd been taken. It seemed the vampire wasn't particularly gentle with his servants either.
Nor did he value them, it seemed, because he turned and fled, leaving Lobo to fight a delaying action. The werewolf didn't have a great deal of free will but it was clear he was exercising every ounce of it, because instead of attacking the women, he turned to face the next available threat. He caught Morvan mid leap and, just as Leia had done, used his own momentum to propel him into the nearest wall.
"That's gonna leave a mark," Morvan gasped, barely able to draw a breath before the Ulfric was upon him and the fight began in earnest.
It was a curious battle. Lobo was obviously in a weakened condition and not in peak form but Morvan was doing his best to try and not hurt the man, who obviously was far more interesting in getting himself killed or disabled than in killing his opponent. It was barely half a minute before the wolves showed up, armed with tasers and other subduing weapons. Morvan swore when a missed shot took him in the arm and he barely managed to block a blow that would have taken his head off. Perhaps fighting the Ulfric hadn't been one of his best plans but as long as he as on his feet, Morvan felt like he was holding his own.
Others went after the vampire, including Leia's small flock of swan maid bodyguards. Two took to the air, flowing up from the ground into flight in a motion that was nothing short of breathtaking. Several of the rats tracked him as well, leaving Lobo to the wolves and the wereleopard.
The Peacemaker moved to cut off the vampires escape. He'd chosen his route based on what he knew of the area and it was his best guess as to where the vampire would run to. It was fortunate that this one didn't have the ability to fly. Now that he'd seen them, Tom didn't give much for the swan maid's chances against a vampire in an aerial dogfight, with or without their advantage of greater familiarity.
He knew he'd chosen correctly when he suddenly couldn't hear. He smiled. He was going to enjoy this fight.
"I lose one wolf only to find another. How delightful." The voice slithered through his head like some unclean thing, almost as if it were leaving a trail of muck and filth. Tom somehow knew that this was how it had taken Lobo, building up too much sludge for Lobo to fight through. By time the Ulfric would have recognized the danger, it would have been too late. But Tom recognized that. Lobo would have just shuddered and tried to make the fight physical when it needed to be spiritual. Tom allowed his inner calm to flow through him, washing away the vampire's control.
"You have no power over me," he said aloud, even though he couldn't hear his own words. That too would have disoriented Lobo.
"Ah but you are mine to claim, mine to use and command. Serve me and I will show you things undreamed of."
"I call those nightmares, not dreams," Tom replied. "You are nothing. You have no power. No strength. You can neither claim nor command me, nor shall you have any of my wolves." He could feel the power of the vampire growing, trying to crush his resistance by sheer force of will.
"But I shall." Something tried to push its way through, something Tom knew wasn't going to be pleasant. It was almost like a sexual assault of the mind, he thought and in that thought he found the key to the vampire's defeat.
"You are a fool," Tom said, his grin widening. "I know you. I have found you out. You feed on sexual depravity and the fear it causes, the revulsion and the terror. You will find no such fear in me. I do not fear what you might be able to do to those I protect because you are going to be in no position to harm them. I will not bargain my services for their protection. Your defeat will be all the protection they need."
There was an audible snarl and the vampire launched itself at Tom. It was a foolish, desperate move, born from what was likely the first defeat the vampire had suffered in decades, if not centuries. Tom met the attack directly. He was an Alpha werewolf. The vampire had lost on his own playing field. Now he would lose on the Peacemaker's. He caught the vampire by the throat and struck back, not with his fist but with all the love he felt for every one of the werewolves under his protection, from the lowest sub right up to Lobo.
The vampire let out a wail and tried to pull away but Tom held on, forcing thoughts of peace and love into the twisted mind of the creature. He could hear the footsteps of others coming to join him but he didn't stop. By the time the wererats caught up, the vampire was on the ground, a quivering, sobbing puddle that Tom had pinned to the ground by the throat. "Somebody fetch the Executioner," he said softly.
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September 13th, 12:11 am - - Seattle - - Shale
pfft...pfft...pfft. The soft sound was almost inaudible over the din of combat. The first shot went wide, embedding itself it Morvan's bicep. The other two found their mark and sank into the base of Lobo's neck between his shoulder blades. Shale gave Morvan an impassive look and shrug which could have either meant 'sorry' or 'oh well', it was impossible to tell which of the two her expression was trying to convey. She loaded a fourth dart into the rifle and took aim again but didn't fire. Instead she waited to see how her Ulfric reacted to the tranquilizers she had already hit him with. Each of the darts held enough tranquilizer to take down a fully grown male African lion according to her friend at the zoo. Shale just hopped that they would do just as well on a vampire controlled Ulfric.
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September 13th, 12:11 a.m. - - Seattle - - Elisabeta
Elisabeta was torn between trying to help subdue the wolves Ulfric and finding out if this rogue vampire was the one she had been sent to find and return for trial. Her duty to her master finally won out and she followed the others as the vampire fled from the fight. She held back though, not wanting to get involved in a confrontation that she had no legal to be in in the first place. If this truly was the vampire she was hunting her job would soon be done one way or the other and she could return home. If it wasn't she would just have to keep looking. She was very impressed by the Peacemakers ability to withstand the mental onslaught from his advisory and finally settled her mind on something that she had been mulling over ever since the conference and Lobo was taken by this miscreant.
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September 13th, 12:11 a.m. - - Seattle - - Daniel
Daniel held his position on the roof top, the sniper rifle tucked snugly into position. The rifle was loaded with silver bullets that had been soaked in holy water. A double whammy for any vampire or lychan that got hit with them. He just hoped he didn't have to pull the trigger on the Ulfric. But he wouldn't hesitate to take out the rogue vampire. He had a good shot on Lobo but lost the vampire when it fled the confrontation with the Swan Queen. Instead of changing position s and possibly loosing his bead on the wolf he held and prayed that those on the ground could get things under control.
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September 13th, 12:12 am - - Seattle - - Morvan
Morvan looked at the dart in his arm. Of all the times to get hit with a tranq.... He wobbled slightly, suddenly unable to properly control his feet. He felt an uncontrollable urge to giggle.
"I used to be a werewolf, but I'm alright noooooooooooooooowwwwww!" he howled, thinking it utterly hilarious. "I think I'm going to lie down now," he announced, flopping down in the middle of the road, chuckling occasionally to himself.
Not far away, the disheveled Ulfric slumped against a wall, blissfully surrendering to unconciousness.
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September 13th, 12:15 am - - Seattle - - Father Domenic Sozio - The Executioner
Domenic had never executed a vampire that was not chained, nor had he ever done it at night. The lycanthropes stirred as he moved past them, so palpable was the fear pouring off him.
The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
The circle of werecreatures, vampires and police parted as he walked up, a small leather bag held tightly in a sweaty hand. He looked at the Peacemaker, who was still holding the vampire down by the throat. The werewolf seemed so human, so utterly normal that Domenic thought at first that there had to be some kind of mistake but the vampire in the ground seemed to radiate such a thick aura of evil that he knew there could be no mistake. Not only was this an evil vampire, it was a twisted vampire, one who had long ago lost any of the humanity it had once had.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
With shaking hands, Domenic set down the bag. It took two attempts to open it. He pulled out an envelope and from it removed a single sheet of paper. His mouth was dry and it took him a moment before he could speak.
"I, Domenic Sozio, acting on the power invested in me by the States of Washington, Oregon and Idaho, do hereby declare the rightful and just execution of this vampire for his crimes against the citizens of Seattle and of other places." He looked down at the vampire, careful not to make eye contact. He thought briefly of offering the vampire last rites but thought better of it. With shaking hands he pulled a silver stake and a mallet out of the bag.
"Do your worst, priest," the vampire spat, although talking was difficult with a werewolf pressing down in his throat. "I'll take all the souls of those virgin nuns that I raped down to Hell with me. I've got them inside me."
"You won't take them there," Domenic said softly, positioning the tip of the spike over the vampire's heart. "Their souls belong to God. His love for them and their love for Him shall be their salvation."
"And what of mine, priest? Do you think I chose this?"
Domenic hesitated. "No, I doubt you chose to become a vampire but I suspect you were a monster even before you felt the first bite. You might not have chosen the direction your life went but you certain chose the path you took from that point. There were other ways. You didn't need to kill and maim and rape to fill the hole in your soul. You could have filled it in other ways. You could have filled it with love. You could have filled it with forgiveness."
"I fill it with hate. I fill it with loathing. I fill it with all the things you feel for me right now."
"Then you fill it with love and forgiveness," Domenic said and all those around him smelled the lie. "And that is a great state in which to die and meet your maker." The hammer rose. "May he have mercy on your soul," he added as the hammer fell, driving the spike home.
And on mine as well....
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September 13th, 12:15 am - - Seattle - - Suki - Head of Preternatural team
Suki's heart hammered rapidly in her chest. The adrenaline was flowing and she could feel her body soaked in sweat.
As Domenic read the vampire his rights she whispered a silent prayer as well. As the hammer fell the group feel still and every thing was as silent as the grave.
She looked around to make sure that everyone was alright. All of her men and women were accounted for.
Though it seemed that Officer Davis was unnaturally pale. Officer Cele's was also in the area but from what Suki could see Maria had on a poker face. She didn't seem phased at all by what just went down.
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September 13th, 12:17 am - - Seattle - - Father Domenic Sozio - The Executioner
Even Domenic, null that he was, felt the sudden stillness in the preternatural beings that stood around him. He could understand why. Few got to watch legalized murder. The fear that had gripped him was gone he realized, replaced with a numbness. There was one more step that needed to be taken. He looked at the Peacemaker and was astonished to see tears in the man's eyes.
"You're going to have to move your hand," Domenic said. "With a stake in his heart, he's not going anywhere."
Tom nodded. "Sorry, father. I just wanted to make sure."
Domenic pulled two things out of his bag; a plastic sheet and a small saw. Much of the crowd shuddered and took a half step back. Watching an execution was one thing. Watching a beheading was something entirely different. "So do I," he said as he began moving the body onto the plastic. "So do I."
"Perhaps it would be best if we withdraw," Nick said, one hand resting firmly on the shoulder of a rat who was just a little too eager to move forward. "Blood and death have unfortunate effects on our kind. It is fortunate that it is not the full of the moon."
"Agreed," said Tom. "I need to check on my Ulfric."
As if on signal, the werewolves and wererats melted away into the night. Even Leia had withdrawn, her part in the drama completed. Her swanmaids had gone with her, as had the city's vampires. It left only the humans and a lone vampire to witness Domenic's final actions.
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September 13th, 12:18 p.m. - - Seattle - - Daniel
Daniel relaxed a little when Lobo hit the ground but he still didn't take his eye from the scope. It wasn't till he got the signal that the vampire was suitably restrained that he finally relaxed, rolled onto his back and let out the breath that he had been holding. Another three minutes and he was packed and off the roof. He placed the rifle case in the trunk of the car that was parked behind the building, slipped behind the wheel and then pulled it around to join everyone else. He took 20 seconds to survey the scene then walked over to where the female wolf still held the tranquilizer rifle to her shoulder. He approached from up wind so as not to startle her too much. Daniel placed his right hand gently on her back while taking hold of the barrel of the gun with his left. "It's alright now Miss. You can let go of the rifle." Carefully he took the tranquilizer rifle from her grasp.
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My time is at a premium at the moment, and probably will stay that way, but I will do my best to keep up.
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September 13th, 12:25 am - - Seattle - - Lillia
Lillia appeared like a ghost out of an alleyway. "Did it go well? Is there enyone hurt?" She asked Nick quietly as she came up beside him, giving the rats with him a thankful smile. They had put themselves on the line to stop this menace, going so far as to work in tandem with the other preternatural creatures of the city, and the human police force, both things that they were not usually inclined to do.
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still here
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here
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Completely lost. . .but around here somewhere
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Okay. Any thoughts on where we would like the story to go? I think the main problems is that we have too many different groups represented. I'd like to see everybody playing what they want to play but the question is how to bring everyone together...
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Thats a good question there. Best thing i can say is that necessity breeds invention. It also tends to bring the strangest people together. By creating a common enemy that the characters had to go against you did a good job of bringing together people who otherwise would have stayed far away from each other. That has formed friendships that can be built upon. The biggest thing is now we need a place for the plot to go. The rats have other issues to worry about so they would be busy trying to bring all of the roderes in the city together still. what the others would be doing, not sure.
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Well, the leopards have a vested interest in what happens with the rats. It was a rat rodere that wiped out all their Alphas during a 'peace conference'...
I'm open to ideas. My 'common enemy' was the plot thread that was left hanging for months when people stopped posting.
Maybe a police advisory board?
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Well with this story being based in seattle I can see certain powers that be trying to do thier best to bring the were's out in the open in a light that paints them as "good" rather than "bad." I can see political figures being involved, and of course good possibility of the police being involved. After the way everyone worked together already, there's plenty of a base to go off of. So police advisory board sounds pretty good. Kinda helpers on preternatural based crimes. Soemthing like that they would want a variety of creatures to cover all the bases. And it would likely cause some interesting issues too. No matter what there are always going to be superstitious and scared individuals that will cause problems.
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They aren't enough of a voting base to get the politicians involved and there are too many radical opinions in both directions. It's political suicide to pick the wrong side. I'm thinking of a possible police advisory board kinda thing....
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Heh. True true. I think the police advisory board could still be met with different reactions. It has a good possible role play value to it. the whole help the police do thier job thing and with the basis from thier interaction with the vampire issue there is a good reason to call on the preternaturals for thier help again. Its got my vote.
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Okay, so it looks like a police advisory board seems to be the way to go.
Can I have a role call of who is going to be playing what character and a 'resume' of what they can bring to the advisory board?
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I still have my bat and my wolf up for consideration.
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Two animals. Right. We'll put them in the petting zoo. Well, maybe just the wolf.
Did I mention that Andrew was killed when Lobo was first taken?
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Oh you bastard. . . .Troy is going to be distraught. . .
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Yup.... torn apart by his own Ulfric....
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well you know all I have active on this board is my rat. Dont bother begging me for something new cause my time is real thin right now. holidays always tear me apart. If I can drag soemthing out of my weary brain cells then whee.
Dont count on it though.
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I still have Suki and my were cat
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Okay, I'm calling for a vote. Who wants to continue this thread (with a restart) and who wants to jsut let it fade away?
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I know that this is very late in reply... but I am trying to get myself back into my rp stuff, and I love the Anitaverse... if you think people might be willing to restart now, especially with there having been some time away from it now... I'd like to take part.
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Well, the vote was called for in January and you were the first to respond. I think that tells us something.
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I know, but what I was saying, was maybe now that people have had some time away from the Anitaverse, maybe they would want to start playing it again, if we start over.
Maybe.
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Anyone interested in playing in the Anitaverse, please post here.
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Eventhough you know I'm interested, I'm still going to reply....
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I knew that there was a reason something told me to check this site.. count me in.. finally...
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FIVE!!?!
I guess I'll have to start working on an idea.
Does anyone remember what their character was doing?
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Tristan.... on his own I think. Jonah.... was meeting with two people. However, the story probably advanced further since I lost the net and when I temporarily returned it was not being ran. And then I was gone again Blah lol. Anyway, well, no anyway. I am done
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what she was doing exactly? eh.. not so much.. mostly helping nick try and unite the different factions of rats.
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Jonah was dealing with Jules Xavier Chalice who was trying to assemble a shapeshifter's union, so they could approach the authorities as a united front.
Nick the Rat King took one look at Chalice and walked away without even listening to him.
Do we want to continue with these pieces as the beginnings of a new story? I know where the wolves are going and I don't recall if we still have any pc wolves.
One fox, one rat, one leopard and I'm not sure what else....
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Tis fine with me
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my wolf, my vamp, my cop
last actions:
vamp was watching Father Dominic dispatch a rouge vamp in a very efficient manor (may or may not have been the one she was hunting for)
wolf had just shot her Ulfric with a dart gun and he went down and out
cop was just exiting the building from which he had taken a snipers position on the roof
all this was after the wolves left the conference at Angel Towers due to their Ulfric being dominated by the rouge vamp.
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My caharcters were Brandy my Leopard who had taken a job as Nigels escort arm candy for public events.
Suki my cop that was dealing with several murders and trying to figure out what was going on with things.
And Katherine my feline shape shifer that had applied to arch angel towers to take on a job as a janitor while looking for more of her kind in the city.
I was also playing the npcs for the leopard clan.
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I've got Cynara, but am willing to maybe make up another char or two so we have more PC chars.
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I was thinking about cutting things down to one character per player to avoid having 18 different storylines to deal with.
I think I'm going to go with the PCU - Preternatural Crime Unit, with members of the Community serving in an advisory capacity....
Any comments or suggestions?
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Cant we have two... there arent many of us.... :dontknow:
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The PCU idea sounds pretty good.. good way to keep the stpryline from getting bogged down. Will hav eto think a bit to see if I can give you any more advice.. I just woke up here .......
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I like the PCU idea... that way, the story can change with different crimes and what not.
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Would this mean a restart with new chars?
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but...but...how could I decide between Sailor and Troy??!!
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Cassie answer: Only if you want to.
XLupoldX answer: Flip a coin? Would it help to tell you that the vampire that tool over Lobo also killed on of his bodyguards?
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I could have Tristan disappear back into his nomadic lifestyle and Jonah, though has his history, could be inclined to help the PCU for connection purposes AS LONG as it does not harm his position and affect his job
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The PCU assistance position would not affect his full time job. He deals in antiques, doesn't he?
Also, I'm being pestered to allow two characters. What is the group concensus?
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I think if you want 2 fine but if you want to play 1 then thats good. If you're active and on and post a lot sure why not. If you aren't a very committed poster than fuck it you get one. As should new people with the standard rule have one till they have established themselves as productive and prolific posters.
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I am SO desperately behind, I have no idea where either of my gals would be...if some delightful mod could message me a quick synopsis just for the wolves and vamps I would be eternally grateful *grins and winks*
I LOVE playing both gals, but would rather play one all the time with muchos action than having to sit and fathom out what to do with both of them....know what I mean?
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I like the max of two characters idea. as long as they are both connected to the same idea it works. Me, I just have Lillia right now.. have to see if anything else worked out... but as long as this catches me attention (and no reason it shouldnt) i'll be back to my old posting self in no time.
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The other option since its so old and rather than dust things off maybe Bri would be willing to move the time line ahead by a few months so we dont have to go back. it be easier for new comers too if we have a newer storyline to work off of.
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Yes, I can advance the timeline by a month or so, so that the wolves will have settled on a new leader and the vampire serial killer will have been shown to have been stopped.
Somebody is still killing (and skinning) lycanthropes, however.
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Oh Oh I think I know whom the killer is LMAO
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And we still have someone distributing underground shifter snuff porn...
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Feel free to speculate, Cassie. If nothing else it might give me more ideas.
And there is still a firestarter out there too....
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if we are being allowed 2 then I will bring my Wolf (Shale) and my Cop (Daniel)....with the death of the rogue vamp my Vamp really doesn't have a good reason to stay in Seattle anyways
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That works.
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If we have two then I may keep Tristan and have him be more of an aid (much to his own surprise) then anything
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I would like to make mention of this Ill probably post this also somewhere on the general boards.
Joining a thread is a commitment and one that I would like members to keep. It is unfair to bring in multiple characters then stop posting once we have you established in a thread.
This is one of the reasons why myself and Maxx sometimes call out with the one character only rule.
Its hard for a thread to continue especially once we have a established storyline tailored for your characters and then suddenly you find something else better to do on the net or you get bored of playing etc.
For those of you that wish to play more than one character in a thread I ask that you make a promise to commit to the threads you join and post at least twice a week on the site.
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mow and mow. *nods all knowing like*<---------------having the kitty moment.....
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***Raises right hand**** "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United... " oops wrong pledge.... "I pledge to post for all characters in all threads at least 2 times a week even if I don't really feel like getting on the computer. I will not be the one to hold up a thread due to inactivity unless it cannot be helped due to a RL emergency. If there is a RL emergency and I am not able to post I will inform the Elmwood community as soon as I possibly can and let those I am posting with know when I anticipate being back on line. This I do solemnly swear."
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Well I have all intention to post for my char/chars on any thread. They ONLY reason I would not is if something happened like no net access or things of the kind