Anita Blake RP Archive 4

[Darkflame]

Monday July 8th 8:13 am- Seattle General- Harry

"Yeah, but just barely."  He said, his attempt at mirth dying as she shuddered.  "Man I hate hospitals."

Monday July 8th 8:13 am- Seattle General- Lillia

"If I descide to stay, Tony, then Harrold will not be staying with me.  He will want to meet the King for certain, but only to see for himself that I would be well taken care of.  He worries about me."  She patted Tony's hand.  "But you must remember that although it is possible for us to work and sometimes live with other lycanthrope types for a time, the likelyhood of anything permanent working is slim.  The one thing that we carry over is our arrogance, and that is the greatest barrier than any creature living can attempt to overcome.  It would make me happy if we could make it work, but-  Oh, they are coming now."  She says turning from Tony to face the door.

[Cassie]

Monday, July 8th 6:00 to 8:15 am- Seattle

6:00 am Monday:

Early morning, sunrise was coming and Tristan had just entered Seattle. He was in quite the hurry to get out of the son and in high hopes that none knew of him. By all rights, he should have been dead but Christiana’s silver tongue bought him a fate worse then death. It was a fate; he escaped from and there for, became hunted. Fortune was not looking his way and that left him rushing to find shelter. The feminine boy had nothing.
 
Between 6:30 and 7:00 am:

About six-thirty or seven-o’clock, was the general moment of sunrise. It all depend on where one lived and daylight savings. In any case, he had to be quick and the alley was not a good idea for the likes of him. The sun was burning and he was starting to grow irritable. He was almost to a place that he felt to sneak into when he was nearly run over by a vehicle. The boy leaped into the air and landed on the hood.

With a desperate need to get some shelter, he did not let it stop him. He took off down the street and into an alleyway that led to the back entrance to a random building. He slipped inside as quickly as possible. His breathing was sharp and heavy while attempted to pat his body down. It was mostly reaction but then, he was burned badly, on his cheeks and any other exposed parts of his body. In fact, a could of covered parts of his back were burned as well and there were not holes in his shirt.

There was something that did come to his fortune and that was the fact tat a stray cat had wondered into the building. After sucking in a few breaths of air, he reached out with his right hand and snatched up the feline. “I am sorry to do this to you, little kitty…” whispered Tristan as he sank his fangs into flesh. There was no doubt that there was clawing, hissing and biting but that did not stop him from feeding upon the cat. He laid the dead cat on one side of the room

7:45 to 8:15

Tristan sat in a far corner of the part of the building he had broke into. He was hidden within darkness and shadow with his shirt for a pillow. When he thought he heard someone, he did his best to stay quiet and quite hidden. The poor thing could not help but curl into a ball. He was cold; weather it was an illusion of the mind still wanting to be human, after so long, or the fact that it was cold, he felt it.

The fact of the matter was, he did not know a damn thing about his own kind aside from the need for blood and a pure hatred for most of them. There was an exception to just about every rule and he would take to learning from someone if he could get passed a huge trust issue and hatred. One would think, for one as old as he, one would have been more knowledge about the vampiric world but the hundred and eighty-eighty year old vampire was mistakenly turned and never took the time to lean about what he hated.

The only thing he could do, was lay there in the ‘cold’ and think about Max. He also needed to plan things out. The feminine creature was seventeen when he was tuned, by mistake, by his mother and though he was as old as he was, he still thought like a seventeen-year-old. Part of his laps was the time he had spent as a ‘slave’ to his coven and most of all, a ‘slave’ to the woman that turned his mother. It was not exactly pleasant.

[Lvciferi]

(Sorry about this taking so long, I promise it won't happen again)

Monday July 8th  7:39 am SPD Central Division - Jack Shannon

"Holy water? So all that afraid of crosses and power of Jesus shit actually works on them? Not that I doubt in God, not really, just you know modern days in all the movies and stuff Vampires were always portrayed as not really being affected by religious stuff. Kind of nice to know they are though, means maybe there is someone out there watching us and shit, you know?" said Jack with a wide smile full of stained teeth.

Jack sat forward and scratched the tip of his nose, "but that's enough religious babbling of a old man" he grinned, "how about you tell me about those fancy contraptions you got stuck on your wrist. How do those bad boys work?"

[Lvciferi]

Monday July 8th  8:00 am Jim's Penthouse - Jim

Hey this is THE Saphyre yeah I know you're amazed and dazzled by hearing my voice but I'm not actually here so leave a message and I'll consider getting back to you. Love and Kisses.

A long beep had followed the recording on Saphyre's answering machine. That was two hours ago, and though Jim wouldn't admit it he was disappointed, but it was his style to play it off nonchalant. It was still morning so there was no where to go, the night opened up his world like a dog forced inside a kennel all day and then let loose to roam the streets once darkness had fallen. He had made his way into his 'destruction chamber' as he called it, the room in his penthouse that he painted all the walls black and had soundproofed, the only light came from black candles that hung from clear chandeliers. The only decoration was a giant red Scapegoat pentacle on the wall that rested behind a large altar with a red Sigil of Baphomet on it, resting on the altar was a neatly folded set of ornate black ritual robes, a single black candle was on the left of the altar and a single white one on the right, a good sized silver gong was also on the table and at it's side was a silver chalice inlaid with jet, as well as a bottle of Jack Daniels, a copper bell, a long roll of folded parchment, a very old looking yet perfectly maintained sword, and the last item, a superbly crafted glass dildo on a stand.

Jim shut the door to the chamber when he had entered, once inside he had gotten to work, pulling out a stack of books he had stashed in the corner, each one equally ancient looking, and expensive in nature. From hidden speakers in the walls the 'Hymn of the Satanic Empire' from Anton LaVey played as he did his research on dark dieties, going from tome to tome, some written using the diety figuratively, others as if the dark gods existed and how to summon them. He closed his eyes for a second before reaching in his suit pocket and pulling out a joint, he lit it on a candle and started to meditate as he read, he would spend the rest of the day in this quiet contemplation, reading and writing as things came to him, attempting to reach Satanic enlightenment. Unless someone called his cellphone...

[SilverMist]

Monday July 8th  8:02 Saphyre's Appartment - Saphyre

"Dear Me. Check your messages the light has been flashing forever. Love Saphyre." He finished the postit note sticking it over the light a moment and wandering off into his appartment. Hanging upside down was dull when no one else was around...Everything was dull when no one else was around he walked back over to the answering machine pulling off the postit and pressing play.
"Gross." He repeated as he deleted the first few hearing various people of little interest.
"Ugh next one be good or I'm killing myself." He demanded as he deleted some girl droning on about work or something...
The next one was just silence..And then a click. Why wouldn't they leave a message? He was too wonderful to not leave a message to. The answering machine then told him he had no more messages and that the battery was low regardless of the fact it did not run on batteries.
Last message ment the caller would be first on his History.
He picked up the phone looking through and copying down the series of numbers. Friend foe or sales person they were getting a call. Dialing he listened as the phone rang thankfull for the cordless as he layed down on the floor putting his feet up on the desk. Ring...Ring...Pick up already.

[Lvciferi]

Monday July 8th  8:02 am Jim's Penthouse, Destruction Chamber - Jim  

Jim was snorting the drips that the cocaine gave him as he read a particularly violent chapter in the book on 'Christian' demonology, the author was one of those old fire and brimstone pulpit pounders, the book was as old as dirt and about as useful, but it was still a fun read. Suddenly it dawned on him why Bad Moon on the Rise was playing over the Whirling Dervish that came from the speakers. Jim reached into the grey suit jacket and pulled out the tiny sleek black razor phone.

"Hola, como estas?" he said into the mobile phone, his accent a mix of upscale New Yorker and Argentinian. He pulled the phone from his ear for a second and saw blazoned across the tiny screen, 'Saphyre'. "Oh Saphyre" he exclaimed with a soft chuckled, "hey how are you?" he asked, reaching over as he lounged back on the cool black tiles and absent-mindedly started to stroke the side of a candle, getting hot wax on his finger that he flicked off in mild annoyance as it quickly cooled and dried on his well manicured finger.

[LadyJallyn]

Monday July 8th  7:39- 8:05 am SPD Central Division -Suki Neubasato

Suki sat and sipped her tea as she listened to the two men talk. Her mind wandered as the door to the room opened and the police cheif entered.

Sitting up a bit straighter she ran her finger over the note pad that sat before her but she looked up and nodded to the police cheif . "Good morning sir."

"Morning Neubasato wheres your partner?"

Suki inwardly groaned but offered the man a smile "Well Officer Davies should be here soon the meeting was for 8am sir. Im sure hes just on his way."

The Police chief nodded "Well atleast some of you are more punctual than others."

As if on cue the door opened and Patrick Davies entered the room. The 40yr old man looked around the room seeing a new face. His curly dark hair and brown eyes surveyed where everyone was sitting. Suki noticed his lack of coffee in hand and the lack of crispness in his uniform. It looked as if perhaps her partner hadnt slept well or maybe had slept in.

She watched as Patrick slid into the chair beside her and she silently offered him his cup of coffee she had brought Patrick offered her a thankful smile.  "I havent missed anything have I chief?"

"No not yet Davies." Chief Raferty explained. "We still have two more people that need to show up before this show can start ladies and gentlemen."

Only two more... Suki thought it seemed like a small group. Too small for her tastes.

At 8:01 by the clock on the wall a woman in her early 30's entered the room.  Dark haired and dusky skinned she entered with a air of take no prisoners or shit. She wore her hair cropped short but Suki could see the woman wore a minimal amount of make up but no nail polish or jewlery. Not even a wedding ring.  The woman seemed toughened she met Suki's gaze and Suki felt the woman asscessing herself and the others in the room. She chose to sit one chair down from the right of Chief Sean Rafferty.

Suki noticed the lack of a hello but remained silent herself.

"Thank you for joining use Celes." The chief replied "I was starting to think maybe you decided this wasnt your cup of tea."

"I wouldnt have missed this for the world sir." The woman replied her face neutral.

"Good to know." he replied.

There was a knock at the door at exactly 8am the cheif nodded for Celes to grab the door.

Suki listened as a young man appolzied and entered the room carrying a box from the local pastry shop.

He kept his sandy brown hair shaved short and she guess him to be only a few years older than herself. His demeanor and stance were a mixture of friendly with a touch of nervousness. His blue eyes looked around the room "I take it I was the last to get here?"

"Be seated Thrugar youre late.." Rafferty grumbled.

"I brought some stuff incase anyones hungry. Mainly muffins and danishes. I figured the doughnut thing would be too cliche." he said as he slid in beside Patrick.

"Very kind of you." Patrick said as he reached out and took a cherry danish out of the box. "Not too bad the wife never lets me eat these things."

Suki had never met the other two strangers in the room before. Obviously they were cops but they must have been from different divisons.

As if reading her thoughts the police cheif opened up several files in front of him and began paging though them. "I'll make this short and sweet ladies and gents. Introductions will start from my right and go around the table. I have your files here so I'll get eveyone all aqauinted it will be faster."

The Cheif looked to Celes "Maria Celes works down in our cold cases department. She's been there for a year now. Before that she was in our SWAT unit. Shes requested a trasnfer to this unit and Im sure she will be of good use."

"Officer Davies works in Homicide hes been there for twenty years. Ive asked him to join us due to his experience."

"Officer Neubasato is a new addition to the force she has been working homicide with Davies but due to the fact that weve just found out shes a physhic and shes got a degree in pretnatural creatures shes now on this unit.

"Thurgar works in our Streets. He's despite his lack of years on the force very good with domestic desputes and handles himself well in high tension situatuons. He knows whats going on down in the city streets and a fair amount about the lowlives that slum around in the less reputatble areas."

"We have also with us Father Domenic hes going to be with us for a bit to get you guys familiar with what youre going to be up against. Hes the executioner for this area and specializes with blood suckers."

"Vampires sir." Thurgar added "Bloodsuckers is a slur against em."

"They suck blood Thurgar I'll call them what I want." The Chief growled glaring at the younger man. The Police Chief was silent for a moment as he flipped though his file and shook his head "Shannon a quick introduction please your superior from the precient hasn't faxed me your files yet damn it." It was clear the cheif was mildly miffed. "Keep it fairly short you guys wil all get a chance to get to know each better in a bit."

[Lvciferi]

Monday July 8th  8:05 am SPD Central Division - Jack Shannon

Jack had sat quietly as the chief had went through his spiel on everything, and had waved off a danish when they were offered, he had gone to Dunk'n Donuts just that morning. His eyes flicked to each of the people when Raferty introduced them. A tough as nails looking Latina chick, an old Irish bastard just like him, some young fuck with a smile, and the Asian cop. How the fuck is this rag tag bunch of misfits gunna make a cohesive unit, he thought to himself as he rubbed the short rough stubble that covered his wide jaw.

His little thoughts of doubt that were running through his head were cut short when the Chief asked him to throw his resume into the ring. He gritted a teeth a moment and sucked his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say.

"Jack Shannon, I worked in SVU for nineteen years, I don't know what else you want Chief, I did the whole detective thing, I investigated the crimes so that the District Attorneys could prosecute the offenders, just like the job description says"

[LadyJallyn]

Monday July 8th  8:08 am SPD Central Division -Cheif Raferty

"Wonderful so now that you all know what each of you can contrubute to this unit I'm going to tell you what I expect from you all." Raftery explained running a hand though his salt and pepper hair. "This units offical capacity is to act as a liason and protect our fine upstanding supernatural citizens."

"Preternatural sir." Suki interjected.

"Whatever." The chief grunted still staring down at his papers. "You are to go out and meet with the different groups and get their co operation. You guys will be dealing with any calls or situations that deal with shifters or blood suckers. "

Domenic cleared his throat "For the record Chief Raferty they prefered to be called Vampires not blood suckers. Thurgar was correct in saying its a lur. It would be like calling a mexican a spic or an itallian a whop. You can just walk up to a vampire and say yo bloodsucker whats up?"

Thurgar nodded and grinned at the priest.

It was clear from the look on the Chiefs face that he wasnt enjoying being corrected. "Anyhow " he continued without further comment. "Thats your offical job so let em know were there for their protection. No you dont get your own office yet. But I will give you guys a phoneline and pagers to start with. This is a new unit so dont fuck it up. Ive got on order silver bullets but they aint cheap so you better not go shootin them off for no good reason do I make myself clear? Unoffically this unit was made as damage control for when the shit hits the fan. Its why you guys are getting a five grand a year raise for danger pay. Other gear is on order and Im in touch with several other departements across the country to see what else we will need. We might expand if I see that this unit is worthwhile. But for now its just the five of you. Keep meticulous records and get moving. I'll let you guys go from there your first job is to make contacts and approach the groups that need approaching. If you have any other questions call me and leave me a message in my inbox. Id love to stay but I have a meeting with the mayor in at nine this morning. Your pagers should show up this afternoon and the main phoneline for your unit is in here, its ready to go." The chief tossed each of them a folder ."Get moving and do us proud."

Raftery didnt wait for any comments the man hauled ass out of the room as quickly as he could without looking like he was fleeing.  He had to explain the latest expenses to the mayor and try to glorfy his latest division. God help them all if he could make shit smell like roses...

[Lvciferi]

Monday July 8th  8:10 am SPD Central Division - Seattle Preternatural Unit

"Well that was umm informative." Thurgar replied. "So where are we supposed to start?"

Celes frowned "And who's in charge of this circus act?"

"Chief didn't say." Patrick replied "I'm going to assume Father Sozio is calling the shots for a bit."

"He ain't a cop." Celes interjected.

"True but he knows more about vampires than anyone else in this station." Suki pointed out.

"Shes got a point." Patrick said reaching for another danish.

"We need to secure meetings with the factions in the city." Suki said confidently. "We have the rats, the wolves, and the leopards that I'm aware of. And then theres the vampires."

"And they're going to talk to us just like that. Where do we look them up hot shot?" Asked Celes?

Suki didn't rise to the bait. "Well since Ive been doing my homework. The rats I can contact via Gonzales its a restaurant that caters to the were rats in the city. I can pass a message on to their King. His names Nick. But that's only one of the four factions."

"King? You got to be shitting me?" Celes said with a derisive snort. "What kind of a pompous ass uses a title like that?"

"Elvis" chuckled Jack softly as he picked a piece of lint off his brown suit.

Suki sighed "The shifter population has a very different structural composition. They are people but they also have a very fine honed animal instinct. Call it a pack mentality. Theres a pecking order and every one in a pack knows their place. Its the way of all shifters."

"Well isn't that all lah dee d ah." Celes replied. "Fine so we have to hunt down these rats then. What about the wolves?"

Thurgar grinned "They have their own crisis hot line. I was checking it out last night on the web. We could probably call and book an appointment."

Suki nodded "Good thinking. I figure father Sozio can help us get an appointment with the master of the city."

Patrick looked smug "Ah and the cats will be a cinch since you seem to know one of them quite well." he said his voice playful.

"Christ you know all the freaks in the city?" Celes asked.

"They aren't freaks. And I don't know everyone. Call it fate or what you will but I recently just met some shifters in the past few weeks out on the job."

"Sounds like a set up to me. A hot shot rookie walks in with all the right connections and you seem like you're trying to run the show. I don't take orders from some wet behind the ears chica. "

Suki looked calmly and evenly at Celes "I'm not calling the shots. I'm trying to be helpful. If you got any ideas toss them out on the table."

"I don't have any ideas but I have a question" Jack spoke as he looked between the two woman, both probably toughened from working in what some would call a man's world, "how are the preternaturals going to react when they find out they have a police unit specifically targeting them now? What to keep a werewolf from say, taking our heads off?"

Patrick grinned "That is easy. One were cops its the death penalty if the so much as assault us. Two theres a thing called diplomacy. So we don't go in and whip out our dicks and posture. The probably wouldn't like that much."

Thurgar nodded "Talking is good.  We just go in there and be helpful and explain what the unit is for. I mean were not here to shoot and kill. Were here to protect and serve. The shooting and killing is last on the list." Suki nodded.

Celes snorted "I left cold cases for this?"

"It gets you out of desk work and well out of the station." Thurgar said offering the woman a warm smile. "So you were on SWAT why did you transfer to cold cases?"

"None of your business." She said with a grunt.

"Must have been interesting at least, trying to solve thirty year old cases" Jack said as he scratched some plaque off his stained teeth, "safer than trying to take out bank robbers anyway"

Celes shrugged "It takes a certain kind of person to work SWAT.  Some people have it and some don't. I transfered because I expect things to not be all peachy. Out of the five of us if the shit hits the fan I'm willing to bet my ass gets out alive. I don't know about the rest of you. Sometimes action is better than negotiations."

"I agree, sometimes they go hand in hand though, negotiating may not work, but negotiating hard, well that works a lot more of the time if you get my drift. Plus these fuckers got a lot more to lose if they fight back right?" grinned Jack as he lounged back in his seat.

"I think maybe not going in as a group might be a good idea." Thurgar said. "Some of us obviously seem to have ideas of how to talk to these guys. I don't want to sound like an asshole but Celes might not be a good choice no offense."

"Fuck you."

Suki watched as the woman stood up and advanced towards Thurgar. "You just saying that cause you got a problem with a woman on this unit."

"No I'm not." Thurgar said calmly not moving from his seat. "You are hot headed and respond very quickly to things. I'm jut saying that might not be a good thing to bring into a room of shifters. Anyone else agree with me on this?"

"Nope" said Jack, "I think she has just the right attitude to deal with these guys. If they fuck up they get the chair, if they know we are there on them like flies on shit they ain't going to fuck up"

Suki sighed "With some shifters that maybe be the case. However you have two different types. You have your alphas which are more aggressive. They're stronger faster and tougher than their counterparts. Then you have the other shifters that are more used to dealing with alphas so if someone with an air of authority walks into a room they tend to sit up and take notice.

I think that depending on the groups we visit should determine who goes. If its good with everyone I can arrange a meeting with the leopards and see how that goes with the five of us present. They can be our test group. Morvan would probably be willing to give me an idea of how we come off as a group."

"Sounds like a plan" Jack nodded as he leaned back forward in the leather chair and folded his massive hands together, cracking his knuckles as he looked at the rest of the members of the unit. "Can't say this won't be interesting, almost want one of the bastards to go berserk so I can test myself up against one you know?

"Well before we let you guys get a taste we seriously need to sit you down and fill you in on shifters cause right now you guys are looking at them like they're punks that go all fuzzy and berserk at the blink of an eye. It isn't like that." Suki said.

"Shes right." Domenic said.

"and for the record your chief is going to get you all killed with his attitude."

"Well then whats it like? Fill us in because the majority of us seem to have had very little interaction with preternaturals" Jack said as he leaned forward more and looked over at Suki, his violet eyes meeting hers. "I know it will, we need to keep him from making any PR statements" Jack added, never taking his eyes off Suki's.

"Alright this isn't somethin you can learn in a day though. I can give you guys the basics but theres a lot to learn."

She sat up and looked around the table "What have you leanred so far since you've walked into this room."

"That there are a bunch of preternatural beings who have their own distinct societies, oh and they seem to be a little sensitive about being called slurs, fucking freaks" grinned Jack as he ran a hand over his short cut brown hair.

"They have alphas which are a tougher version of a normal shifter. And in this city we have four factions of rats. The wolves and leopards. Two of the guys were going to be talking to are a Nick who's the King of the rats and Morvans a cat, right?" Thurgar asked.

This has been a Lvciferi & LadyJallyn Co-Post

[LadyJallyn]

Monday July 8th  8:30 am SPD Central Division - Seattle Preternatural Unit

Domenic sighed.  "Before we go any further, I suppose I should fill you in on a few things.  Your chief called me the local executioner and made me sound like a one man SWAT team.  That is not the case."

He paused before continuing.  "My jurisdiction is not just Seattle.  I cover a three state area.  It is significant to point out that in those three states, I have performed eight executions.  This morning I swore out a warrant that is likely to lead to the ninth."

"So you're not a terminator macho man bullshit. How hard is what you do, I can't imagine even a dead thing wanting to give up its continued existence without a fight".”

Celes sat down,

"I'm an executioner, not a bounty hunter,"  Domenic answered.  "I don't drag them in.  I just throw the switch.  My executions have all been performed during the day.  If you want somebody to go hunting with, I'd recommend the St Louis executioner, Anita Blake.  She has a number of special abilities that allow her to  perform her duties with a little more aplomb than I can muster."

"Name sounds familiar, or it might just be the song Angel Blake stuck in my head, either way" Jack said with a shrug. "So you aren't going to be much help hunting down vampires, that's alright, you still probably know more about them than any of us do. I want to know what I'm 'protecting' so do me a favor and give me the four one one on these over grown mosquitos"

"I will be more help that you realize,"  Domenic replied.  "Your gun holds what, seventeen rounds if it's a new Glock, right?  You have maybe three spare clips, if you're rich or paranoid."  Domenic stood up and walked to the water cooler.  "Give me thirty seconds and I can turn this into liquid sunshine.  I can use a hose as a flamethrower.  Your weapon will damage a vampire and potentially kill a normal human.  Mine will kill a vampire and will get a normal human a little wet."

Thurgar grinned.  “That's a really handy trick.  Does that mean you'll be blessing all our water?”

"Looks like I have protection against more things then" grinned Jack as he reached inside his jacket and pulled his gun out of his shoulder holster and laid it on the table. "And you're wrong, I get six shots. A forty four, mean little fucker, I only need one shot to stop anything, put some silver in here and I'll be racking up pelts like there's no tomorrow. Just tell me what to put in to fuck up vampires and you can retire knowing someone with a crack shot is on the job" smirked Jack as his violet eyes met Sozio's.

Domenic didn't blink.  "What do you want me to write on your tombstone?"

"Meanest motherfucker alive" said Jack, showing off all his stained teeth in a wide smile.

"You aren't here to rack up pelts," Suki interjected.  "Despite what your opinions are, shifters and vampires are citizens of this city.  They pay taxes and are entitled to the same services we offer everybody else.  If you have this much of a grudge, perhaps you should think about transferring to another unit because Father Sozio is quite correct.  The attitude will get you killed."

"It's not about pelts, it's about protecting the people" said Jack as he narrowed his eyes at Suki. "The people" he stressed the people part both times he said it, "you think about that. We're cops, we enforce the law, you don't become a pig to be a little hero helping the weak and under respresented, you become one to maintain order. When things threaten that order we take care of it. I don't have a grudge against any preternaturals, I'll just as soon shoot any psycho who fucks with the law as I will a furry psycho. So don't go getting all high and mighty on me"

"What you need to realize is that the shapeshifters and the vampires both maintain internal order.  They deal with troublemakers so that you don't need to and they do it for two reasons.  One, it is  protecting themselves and two it is protecting you.  it is easier for a vampire to apprehend a vampire than it is for you to do it.  In the case of serious crimes, there have been circumstances where vampires have been delivered to the police by other vampires.  sometimes they even bring all the pieces."

"Right there they aren't following the order of things. We have fucking rules for a reason, if a cop bends the rules in the name of order that's one thing, when some vigilante fuck does it's another story all together. In this society you either follow the rules or you get put in jail. It's how things work, and how they have always worked in civilized society, the enforcers of the state, us, do the dirty work. Everyone else stays back and just cooperates"

"Some people think cops are just bullies with badges,"  Domenic said.  "I'm glad to see you're willing to perpetuate the stereotype."

"I was around when the stereotype started. Leave it to the young to play Captain Americas, I'm too old to fucking change, too
 old to want to fucking change" said Jack as his sniffled softly and rubbed his nose on the sleeve of his suit jacket.

"Is that a cold or a substance abuse problem?" Celes asked.

"Cold.  Only substance I've abused is cigarettes and coffee" said Jack as he looked over at the Latina, failing to mention his problem with alcohol.

"The way were going off, I figured maybe you were on the chach or something,"  Celes said.  "Wanting to put bullets in everything.  The guys are right, Man.  I like to shoot shit just like the rest of them.  There's a time and place for it, you know?  So rather than going off why not let padre here tell us what we need to know. The sooner we can get the hell out of her, the better.  I don't want to listen to what it was like back in the day.  I live in the here and now.  That is what keeps me alive.  it will keep you alive too, old timer."

"What keeps me alive is my experience twenty plus years on the force. And listen to you suddenly get all uppity, what happened to Miss SWAT in the face of danger you all die while I get away? But alright perrosito  I'll be quiet and listen to what the good father has to say"

Domenic waited until the door closed behind Suki.  "There is no need for (okay done) officer Neubosato to hear what I've got to say, she's got the same information I have.  We'll start with basic preternatural behaviour.  Shannon, your name is?  I've noticed you have a thing about maintaining eye contact.  Care to explain why?"

Yeah Shannon" Jack said as he brought his thumb to his mouth and ran his teeth under the nail, tempted to bite down as memories of growing up flooded him. "Lets just put it this way" he said at last, "my dad ingrained it into my head to maintain eye contact when you talk to someone, hard"

"I hate to correct somebody's upbringing but eye contact with a vampire can get you killed.  Even the weaker vampires can use eye contact to control you."

"I dunno how to stop or I would, what about sunglasses, would that help?"

"Unfortunately no.  And lycanthropes will sometimes see it as a challenge.  If you've ever seen a dog react to eye contact aggressively, that is how a lycanthrope perceives eye contact.  I'm afraid you're just going to have to learn not to do it.  Looking at an ear or an eyebrow or nose tip can give the impression of eye contact without the dangers, however."

Thurgar was frantically scribbling notes, while Patrick's pen moved only occasionally.  Celes sat with her arms crossed, taking no notes at all.

"I guess I'll just have to learn to look at noses then. I don't want to end up some vampire's mind slave, or torn to shreds by a pissed off carpet. So keep going father, cause as is I owe you one probably" chuckled Shannon as he reached into his coat pocket and took out a small tape recorder and hit the red record button on the little black device.

Domenic nodded.  "Celes, you've had experience on the SWAT team.  Ever gone after a rogue?"

"Shifter or vampire?"
 
"Either."

"Shifter once."

"Anybody get hurt?"
 
"Yeah.  Someone died.  Three others in the hospital."

"Anybody infected?"
 
Celes just nodded.  "They were treated before they could get...  you know."
 
"Dealing with shapeshifters have the additional problem of infection.  Rat lycanthropy is extremely infectious, with a virulence approaching eighty percent, even from just a scratch.  On the other hand, wereleopard lycanthropy is the least infectious of the major strains.  You could get mauled almost to the point of death by a wereleopard and all you'd get would be scars.  You're more likely to die from the mauling than get lycanthropy."

"Do the vacs come before or after we get bit?"

"They're more effective before but they also carry the potential to trigger the infection.  So, you're taking a crap shoot.  Infection is rare but it does happen.  You're more likely to have an allergic reaction to the injection that to contract the disease."

"So I guess we should all go out and get pumped full of vacs?" 

Domenic nodded.  "I'd recommend it, yes."


Jallyn/Maxx/Lvciferi co-post

[SilverMist]

Monday July 8th  8:03 am Saphyre's Apartment - Saphyre

Saphyre perked up slightly as he heard Jim's voice on the other line. "Jim is it then?" He grinned into the phone. "Awwwesome. I am hurt and crushed." The pale boy replied looking over his multicoloured nails as he spoke into the phone as he played with the draw strings of his pajama pants. It was still so early. "You did not leave me a message. How would I have ever known it was you with out this nifty call display invention. Then I would have and to just cry and cry because there would be this blank breath on my answering machine and I wouldn't know who it belonged to." Saphyre said in a mellowdramatic tone you could practically hear the puppy like pout on his features as he said it.
"And I would have been that more crushed if I'd ever known I'd missed the chance to talk to you." He added with a soft playful smile "So that's how I am how are you?" His smile widened as he rolled over onto his stomach swinging his legs back and forth.

[Lvciferi]

Monday July 8th  8:03 am Jim's Penthouse, Destruction Chamber - Jim

"I'm sorry" Jim said honestly, still smiling anyway as he listened to Saphyre's voice, it would figure the most flamboyant narcissists in the city would manage to get each others phone numbers. "I should have left a message, I just never do, a old bad habit" said Jim as he sat with his legs folded on the black tile, looking over his shoulder at the giant red Goat of Mendes that was watching over his Destruction Chamber. "You're cute" he grinned as he sniffled again, Saphyre had a tone to him that went straight for the soft spot in Jim, "sweet too" Jim added as he started to run a finger down the swoop of long black hair that were his bangs.

"Well you sound like you are having a tough time of it. And I'm good, so maybe you'll let me make it up to you" the grin on Jim's face right then was all evil. "I'd be elated if we could meat up, I think elated is the word"

[SilverMist]

Monday July 8th  8:05 am Jim's Place & Saphyre's Place on the phone - Saphyre & Jim

"Elated, thrilled, wetting yourself with excitement. Generally reasonable terms when speaking about me." Saphyre grinned into the phone a tingle running down his spine at Jim's words he could hear the evil grin in his voice his pale skin goose bumped gently. "Though I could also use such words for getting together with you. I'm just a tingle with excitement. So where do you propose we meat as I would like that very much." He smiled into the phone twirling a finger in a lock of blue and crimson hair. He looked at it a moment. He'd have to change it soon.

"You are very egocentric you know that? I like that it means you must subscribe to a more Nietzschian view on life than say Crowley, who was a genius in his own right but taking all that let your ego die shit from the Asians was just ridiculous" giggled Jim as he quietly listened to Saphyre speak, grinning when he said that he made his tingle. "I'd say my place is nice, but if you insist on sustenance before substance we can go out and get some lunch first"

Saphyre grinned. "It may be egocentric but I just call it giving credit where credit is due. You are awesome and I am awesome therefor it should be acknowledged." He chuckled softly looking down at the floor and tracing the patterns he could find in the flecks of the tile. "I do not insist but it would be nice. I can do the starving puppy noises though if you'd like me to insist." He giggled

"If you make starving puppy noises I may be forced to kidnap you and tie you up in my rather spacious closet because of the cuteness" said Jim as he grinned into the small black cell. "I could bring food from my chef, or we could go some place like, I dunno some five star bistro or something" now that he was awake and sober, albeit hung over, Jim was in full impress with money mode.

"You know I might miss work if you did that...Though that's very similar to work so I could just pretend I was there." He giggled as he traced over a strange mutated connect the dots cat he'd found in the flecks. "Either way I'm easy." He grinned at the double-entendre rolling back over onto his back smiling up at the ceiling as he spoke. "Whatever is the least problematic for you. Wouldn't want to cause you any more trouble, as I assume we'll be getting into quite a bit." Saphyre grinned blue green eyes looking up at his ceiling...Is that a Brittany spears sticker up there?...He squinted...Oh well.

"Least problematic? That sounds like no fun at all. I'd preffer the most problematic, the one that could go wrong at anytime. Cause when those go off right they go off the best. Besides we can't get into to much trouble, two consenting adults and all" smiled Jim as he ran his fingers along the edge of the black altar before him. "I'm afraid I don't really know any places in town though, my chef usually make all my meals for me, but if you'd like I could maybe get him to make some and then spirit it over to your place?"

Saphyre smiled. Jim was fun he almost giggled with tingle that ran through his stomach. "Mmmmn..." He contemplated a moment arching his back off the floor and stretching before lowering himself back down onto the floor. "Hmm, well that sounds good to me if it sounds good to you there sunshine." He smiled. He had no real opinion he wasn't even that hungry but Jim was...Sweet? Would that be the word for it? Something along those lines. Fun definitely being the first to come to mind.

"Sounds good to me" said Jim softly, the noise of Saphyre stretching had made his voice catch for a moment. "Just tell me where you live and I'll bring you over something. What do you like to eat? I'm sure I can get you anything you like"

"You alright?" He inquired as Jim's voice softened. Where did he live...? Here obviously but here wasn't a very good answer. "III will tell you in a moment." He stood moving to the door and opening it looking at the number on the door. Sixty six. He giggled a moment. Oh yeah. He crossed over to the balcony looking down. Hmmm..."Sixty six.Virgina...Place...land...Thing..." He smiled sheepishly giggling softly. "Umm it's a really tall white building thing. I never remember where it is. Well I do but I can't ever tell people where it is."

"I'm fine, is it a secret?" laughed Jim as he listened closely to Saphyre's terrible directions. "It's ok though I'll find it quick enough probably" he said as he scribbled what Saphyre told him down on the parchment paper on the altar.  "Sixty nine Virgina land would have been more appropriate" he said in what was almost a giggle. "You just got to tell me what you want" he said as he purposely made his voice husky, "and I'll bring it right over"

"Yup big secret. Even I'm not allowed to know." He chuckled. "Probably would have been but you know one number off of six hundred and sixty six is also pretty entertaining Saphyre smiled. He still needed to get dressed. Bleh mornings. He shivered at the tone of Jim's voice the tingle in his stomach felt a little lower. "Mmm meat." He grinned keeping the whimper from his voice. "Surprise me."

"You can count on it" grinned Jim.

A Lvciferi and SilverMist Co-Post
 

[Goosekat]

Monday July 8th, 11:25 p.m. (8:25 a.m. Seattle) - - Jakarta - - Elisabeta

Elisabeta read the response from Seattle and smiled.  It wasn't a very pleasent smile.  She pointed to one of her two servants, "You.  Contact the Master at home and ask him to send a suitable tribute for me to present to the Master of Seattle.  And while you're at it, have him send me a decent donor.  All this foreign food is making me nauseous."

"At once mistress," the young woman separated herself from the other two and headed back to the telegraph office.  She sent the required message and waited for a response.

In the mean time, Elisabeta sent her other servant back to the hotel.  She then headed down towards the freight docks and the bars that littered the area.  Finding one that was rather shabby looking on the outside but relatively open and airy inside, she stepped through the door.  As soon as she entered, all sounds ceased.  Elisabeta smiled and sauntered to the long bar at the end of the room.

Every eye in the place was on her.  Every whore in the joint wishing her dead, every man wishing he could bed her.  One of those men would get their wish.  Elisabeta was on the prowl, not for food, but to sate another primal urge.  As she reached the bar the bartender reached under the bar and pulled out a dark green bottle.  He had obviously had dealings with her kind before as she could smell the sickly sweet odor that emanated from the bottle even before it was opened.  The bar tender pulled the cork and poured a glass.  It was a blend, not human but not bad.  Elisabeta turned to survey the room, trying to sort through all of the smells.  A few smells enticed her nose.  There was the faint scent of wood smoke mixed with european soap.  A subtle trace of aftershave mingled with pipe tobacco.  And a hint of gun oil.  Her eyes landed on a man near the door, his gaze still on her but trying to look as if he wasn't looking.  She picked up her glass, took a sip and turned her back on the room.

The noise levels started back up, not to the levels it had been, but still fairly loud.  She drained her glass and placed it gently back down.  Waving off a refill, Elisabeta headed back the way she had come.  Instead of leaving, she stopped at the table of the gentleman that had peaked her intrest.  Bending down, her tongue flicked out and ran up his neck.  "Mmmm.  You taste divine," she whispered as she ran her hand over his chest, not caring if she was being watched or not.  "Why don't we go back to my hotel and we can make each other forget about the world for awhile."

[Maxx]

Monday July 8th, 11:25 p.m. (8:25 a.m. Seattle) - - Jakarta

"Perhaps I don't want to forget."  The voice had an accent that didn't belong here.  It caressed her skin in the way only a spanish accent could.  "There is so much in this world worth remembering."  His fingers teased across the flesh of her hand.  He had a remarkably light touch for a mortal.  He couldn't not know what she was and yet he tempted fate by denying her initial request.

[Goosekat]

Monday July 8th, 11:26 p.m. (8:26 a.m. Seattle) - - Jakarta - - Elisabeta

"Then perhaps we should make some new memories," Elisabeta whispered as she nibbled on his neck and ear not breaking the skin.  "I guarantee you will have a night worth remembering."  She circled around behind him trailing her fingers across his throat.  "You needn't worry about being bitten.  I need something else right now.  Something only a man can give me."  Her hand trailed down his chest and along his inner thigh.

[Tinker]

Monday July 8th 12:00pm Sailor's House, Bedroom - Sailor


Dawn was looming on the horizon, the weariness in her bones was the first signal, the second being the first glistening rays of the rising sun above the horizon, flicking over the landscape like a reptilian tongue. She fought with every ounce of fibre of her being to keep her eyes open and stave the command of dawn. She leaned her head against the greying and cracked wood of the window sill, peering out of the grimy window to observe the scene unfolding two stories beneath her.

A black sedan with deeply tinted windows had pulled into the shadow of the building where she was seeking refuge. She watched as two huge men oozed from the back of the car. The taller of the two dragged a burlap sack that convulsed and twisted as he effortlessly strode out to the desolate patch of wasteland that flanked the crumbling, geriatric warehouse. His partner followed him with a dark, leather gladstone bag clutched determinedly in a hand the size and texture of a pitcher's mitt. A third man emerged from the vehicle, but he was of a different ilk to the first two men. Although he was fine boned and walked with the grace and dignity of royalty, there was an air of menace and powerful authority about him that signalled him as being the true threat of the three men.  She could tell from here that the third man was of her own kind, a vampire. The two other men baffled her, they were much too large and strong to be merely human, and the way that they obviously had no fear of the approaching sun stated that they were, quite clearly, not vampires either.  The vampire had slipped into the building in which she was now stood, she could feel him lurking beneath her, determining a suitable vantage point for whatever the two colossuses were about to perform. It was at this precise moment that Sailor fully realised that she was trapped, there was no earthly way she could possibly slip away from the building without being seen by any of the men below.

The two leviathans had stopped in a patch of ground that was only just submerged in the shadows. The taller of the two released his grip on the sack and set about untying the heavy hemp rope that had kept its contents within. The sack flipped and convulsed with renewed vigour. He reached a shovel sized hand into the sack and all movement ceased. As he withdrew his hand it became apparent what had been housed in the sack, or rather WHOM.

This is what Sailor had been earnestly waiting for, her stomach lurched and sat with great acidity in her throat as the giant pulled everything that she held sacred, out of the sack. He grasped a great clump of Jacob's blue-black hair in his fist as the second man pulled the sack free of Jacob's form. Sailor stifled a sob as she gazed down on Jacob's destroyed face, his nose was pulverised entirely flat to nothing but a blood caked smear. His left eye now nothing but a gore filled cavern surrounded by swollen, black and violet flesh. She could now see that his hands were shackled with iron to a long bar that kept them separated. The tall man reached down with his free hand and wrenched Jacob's hands above his head. The second had momentarily moved just out of Sailor's field of vision but hastily returned brandishing iron railroad spikes and a heavy rubber mallet. It all became sickeningly clear to Sailor, just exactly what these hired thugs were intending to do with Jacob. She dug her fingers deep into the window frame, feeling the rotten wood disintegrate into mulchy slivers.

The taller man held Jacob's right hand firmly to the blackened earth, Jacob's one remaining eye swivelled high in his head trying to peer at his captor. Sailor saw Jacob's thought process all over his face, as soon as he realised what was about to happen he began to bellow and howl with all the fury of hell itself in utter defiance. He thrashed and kicked against the tall man, the second man confidently placed a railroad spike just below the shackle that encased his wrist. Sailor watched in abject horror as the mallet came thundering down on the head of the railroad spike. Thick, gluttonous, black blood spurted lazily from Jacob's wrist as the spike dug itself into earth. The second man pounded the spike in with a second swing of the mallet and again Jacob's body vibrated with an ear splitting howl. The tall man unlocked the shackle of the Jacob's right hand from the spreader bar and wrenched him into a Christ-like pose, arms spread wide. Jacob's left hand was held to the ground despite all of his attempts to free himself from the tall man's grasp. The second man placed the railroad spike with just as much confidence as the first one, the mallet's arc landing perfectly, dead centre on the flattened head of the spike. This time Sailor could hear the crushing of the bones in Jacob's wrist before he issued forth his howl of defiance, spitting and frothing his insults at both men. The second man wiped Jacob's spittle from his face with the back of his hand, then brought mallet down for the second and final lick of the spike. Jacob was now spreadeagle on the ground, each wrist countersunk into the unforgiving soil. The sunrise was slinking towards him at an alarming rate. The two giant men stood either side of him, arms folded across their chests, no trace of emotion on either of their faces. From beneath her feet she could feel the vampire pacing with excitement, in anticipation of Jacob's death sentence.

The first rays of the new morning's sun began to lap at Jacob's exposed feet, instinctively he drew his legs up to his chest to protect himself. Sailor heard the vampire chuckle "No point in prolonging it, dear boy. The sun is a cruel mistress that will find you, warts and all, in due time" Jacob screamed something unintelligible back at him, snarling and barking at him as if he were a rabid dog. The vampire responded only with a deep throated chuckle. The sun was well and truly breaking free of the horizon, again reaching to Jacob's feet. He twisted and struggled, desperately trying to save his flesh from the powerful rays. Sailor watched in pure horror as Jacob's skin slowly reddened then began to bubble up in dime sized blisters. He writhed and screamed as the blisters burst and oozed clear fluid between his toes. His skin slowly crispened under the heat of the sun like oven-baked thanksgiving turkey. Sailor furiously shook her head trying to keep her eyes from opening to observe the horror that was occurring out of the window. Jacob's howls reached a frequency that no matter how hard she held her fists to her ears, penetrated to her very heart. She forced herself to look back through the window, the sunlight had now found Jacob in his entirety. His lower body now blackened and charred, and yet still flailing in a vain attempt to preserve himself. Jacob's face was boiled ham red, the flesh was splitting in places, globs of cooking blood sizzling and dripping on to the cold earth. His one remaining eye swam in his head then settled, starring straight at Sailor. His cracked and bleeding lips mouthed her name. Her fingers skittered across the window-frame, futilely searching for a way to open it. She realised with a sickening dread that there was absolutely nothing within her power that she could , unless she wanted to end up exactly like poor Jacob. She pressed her palms to the cold glass in defeat, mouthing ‘I'm sorry' countlessly. She bowed her head and felt the hot, fat tears streaming down her face. She pressed her nose against the window and watched as Jacob's remaining eye cooked to a milky white.

Sailor's eyes sprung open, her eyelashes still soaked with her own tears. She sat up, drawing the pink satin covers around her protectively. She ran a clammy hand over her forehead then through her opulently golden hair, sighing deeply. She rubbed the residual eyeliner and mascara from the previous night around her eyes.

"Fuuuuuuuuck. . . . . . ." she half sighed as she looked at the bedside clock flashing 12:00 PM in excruciatingly bright, red LED. "I need a day off"

Sailor restlessly cocooned herself back beneath her satin sheets, nestling in until sunrise. 

[Maxx]

Monday July 8th 8:14 am - Seattle General - Tony

Tony was sitting up a little straighter when Harry walked in.  Mike noticed it immediately and the smart ass comment he was going to make died in his throat.  He might have been an asshole but he knew when it was inappropriate to make matters worse than they already were. 

Instead he opted for a far more sedate comment.  "I found this guy hanging around outside.  I hope he's the right one."

"He's the right one,"  Tony said, his Beast rising and falling in a manner than could best be called 'confused'.  "I don't know how I can tell but somehow I know he's a dog."  He chuckled nervously.  "Not that being a dog is a bad thing.  I had a dog once.  Loved him.  Stupid thing ran in front of a car when I was twelve."

Don bit his lip.  He hoped that Harry wouldn't take offense to the insult Tony likely hadn't realized he'd offered up.

[Maxx]

Monday July 8th, 11:26 p.m. (8:26 a.m. Seattle) - - Jakarta

Even his laugh was musical.  "You aren't a woman used to hearing the word 'No', it seems," he said.  "Perhaps I'm a man who prefers to be chased rather than having the prize laid in his lap.  There are those of us that enjoy the chase, whether as the hunter or the hunted."

He rose from his seat, doing so in a manner that did not force her to step back.  He smiled with perfect white teeth.  He offered her an arm.  "I will walk with you as far as your lodgings.  You have until then to seduce me.  If you fail...."  He shrugged.  "Perhaps some other man will benefit from my stubborn pride."

She could sense his arousal.  It was like a gentle perfume. Clearly he was reacting to her.  Why was he offering such resistance to something he so clearly wanted?  There was no deception.  He wasn't the bait in some kind of trap.  Why was he being so difficult?

[Darkflame]

Monday July 8th 8:15 am.  Seattle General- Harry and Lillia

Harry shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, letting his wild hair fall before his eyes.  He could clearly feel the unease in the room at his presence, and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck rising in response.  He sniffed at Tony's comment, eyeing the new rat where he sat by Lillia.

"Harold, I see you have met Mike.  He is one of the representatives of the rat King here to see Tony."  she said as she patted Tony's arm.  Harry turned his searching gaze on her, his surprise disrupting his Beast's natural reaction to the other shapeshifters in the room.  " The other young man is Don."  She continued, directing his gaze to the other rat.  "When the doctor gets here to take care of the paperwork, I intend to go with them to meet thier King."

Harry's eyes swung back to hers, clearly disbelieving.  Her face was calm, even though her posture and scent betrayed her wariness.  His Beast reacted, both to her and her words, and his shoulders hunched, dark eyes searching the others in the room as if searching for an definate enemy.

[Lvciferi]

Monday July 8th  8:07 am Jim's Place & Saphyre's Place on the phone - Saphyre & Jim

A hour after the call they had together a knock sounded on the door to Saphyre's place

Saphyre hopped up to the door...Not like he'd been waiting or anything. He flattened his multicoloured hair his eyes he left contactless so they were blue and green flecked surrounded by the usual rainbow of make up. He'd put on a pair of black jeans and make up that's all he could be asked at this hour. He barley called noon morning. He slowly opened the door as leaning on it innocently as he smiled. "Heeey there." He grinned

Jim grinned back at Saphyre, he'd long since been dressed and already peaked two drug trips. "Sup beautiful" he said as he stood there in his business suit jack and knee high leather boots, and his corset of course. "You look good" Jim smiled as he stepped in through the doorway with a plastic to go box of food in his hand, his brown eyes working over Saphyre.

Saphyre giggled. "Why thank you, I always do." He smiled trailing his eyes over Jim as Jim's eyes worked over him. "You look wonderful." He said finally smiling and poking Jim's nose. He moved to walk down the hall back into the apartment. "I'm glad you found the place. I've had so many incompetent friends who can't follow my directions." He grinned over his shoulder.

"A few google searches on my t-three connection and I was on my way in no time at all. Plus I'm far from incompetent, I try not to let it show but I'm extremely intelligent. I brought you some food" he grinned, closing the distance between himself and Saphyre, leaning into his ear and whimpering, "where should I put it?"

Saphyre felt a tingle run through his entire body the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge as his skin goosebumped his breath catching and his mind going blank a moment. "Kitchen.." He replied in a softly breath chewing on his lower lip softly. Soft shivers continuing to run down his spine. Saphyre looked back over his shoulder his lips almost touching Jim's as he smiled looking up into his eyes. "This way." He said keeping the shivers from his voice with very little success as he led the other man into the kitchen hopping up to sit on the counter top. "If you want me to it now I will but if not the fridge is the tall white thing." He grinned playfully

Jim shivered as he watched Saphyre's reactions, he loved being pleased but right then he was in the pleasing mood. He stared deeply back into Saphyre's exceptionally rare eyes and grinned as their lips almost touched. "Lead the way Saphyre, you beautiful eyed boy" Jim giggled as he followed the very colorful Saphyre into the kitchen. Jim watched as Saphyre jumped onto the counter and smiled as he walked over and placed the food on the counter. "You could eat it now if you want, as is I know what I want to eat" Jim said as he ran his tongue over his upper lip and pulled Sahpyre off the counter to stand. "Mmm" he hummed as he lowered himself to his knees infront of the bright eyed boy.

Saphyre shivered softly. Jim made him tingle a lot. That was strange. He made a soft whimpering nose as he watched Jim sink down to his knees running a hand down to stroke his pale white fingers through Jim's long ebony hair smiling back into Jim's brown eyes that just seemed to go on forever. "I like a man who knows what he wants." Saphyre panted biting his lower lip softly.

Lvciferi y SilverMist Co-Posizzle

[Tinker]

Monday July 8th 7:15pm Sailor's House, Bathroom/Bedroom - Sailor


   Sailor slouched in the shower, grasping the baby pink and black lace effect vinyl shower curtain in one hand, the other splayed out on the mica-flecked, black tiles to steady herself as the harsh heat of the water beat down on her neck and shoulders. The involuntary retching was finally beginning to subside, but the tears showed no clear sign of stopping in the immediate future. She chastised herself mercilessly, spitting and hissing insults at herself for being foolish, for being weak, for doing nothing. She scrubbed herself with a glittery lilac coloured soap that smelled of a field of newly opened violets. She inhaled deeply, immersing herself in the heavenly scent, clearing her mind of Jacob's charred and twitching corpse. With every intentional inhalation of the sent of violet she washed her mind clean of her dream. Slowly, the tears waned and the only thing that lay on her cheeks and eyelashes was good old Seattle water, fresh from the faucet. She rested her hand on the large chrome tap, stalling to turn the luxurious, steamy water off. Sailor lifted her face to the water filling her mouth and letting it overflow down her chin. She grasped the tap and spun it hard, leaving her dripping in the womb-like security of the curtained bathtub. She snaked a hand around the curtain and  grabbed a giant, fluffy leopard-skin print towel and completely enveloped herself in it. She gingerly lifted her candy pink painted toes out of the glistening onyx bathtub, digging her toes into the deep pile of the fluffy bath-mat. She smiled inwardly, amused at herself still being able to find a little joy in the tiniest, most mundane of things. "That's the Sailor that we all know and love, now. Chin up old girl, it could be worse. You could resemble Max Shrek and have a charbroiled sire"

She padded back into her bedroom and perched on the end of her bed then swiped her phone from the bedside table. She punched in the necessary digits to access her voicemail. A stocky, pot-roast of a pug came snorting from under her bed and nuzzled affectionately at her calves. She dropped her hand down to allow the dog to snuffle into her open hand.
"Hey Clarence, how's my boy?" The black, goblin-faced dog's ears perked up as she said his name and he gazed at her with pure adoration. She raised a finger to her lips "Okay buddy, here come my messages so hush" The little dog snorted and then sneezed in response, he sat attentively, his bubble gum pink tongue lolling out his mouth as she tickled him behind the ears. An electronic, female voice informed her that she had two new messages, she rolled her eyes and fanned her hand as if should could actually speed up the process of retrieving the messages herself.

"Hi. . . . .uh, yeah. . .its, um. . .Louis. Um. . I met you the other night, after aaah. . you know, um, donating? Yeah. . ah, we had like. . uh, a wild time. . um. . .so. . uhh, I'd love to see you again, but . .. uhhh, only if that would be okay with you, I mean. . .jeeze, um. . .Miss Cherry, I just can't shake these thoughts i'm having about you, please, if you get this message, um. . .call me. Okay, yeah. . thanks . uhh. . bye"
She looked down at Clarence and grimaced. "Holy, I have got stop giving every cute fang junkie my number. . .sorry Louis, that's a big fat negatory, good buddy" She pressed the button to skip her options and move on to the next message.
"Hello, Miss Morgan. This is Phillip Hass of Harker & Hass. You may have heard of us, we own a number of the more prestigious adult orientated clubs here in Seattle and dotted across the country. We were given your number by Rosalind Ciccone, your agent. My partner and I have recently just had the extreme pleasure of witnessing one of your performances and I must say we were both enraptured with you and your talent. We'd both very much like to meet with you and talk with you about the possibility of making you and your act a feature at one or more of our establishments.'
Sailor's eyes grew large and round, she looked down at Clarence and mouthed ‘no freaking way' at him. The little dog responded by cocking his head to the left and licking his lips.
"My partner and I would very much like to meet with you, we can both appreciate your, ah-hem, nocturnal situation, so would more than go out of our way to arrange an evening meeting with you. We did leave all of our details with Ms Ciccone but we felt it only polite to inform you ourselves of our interest. We look forward to hearing from you. Goodbye"

Sailor gawked astonishingly at Clarence, her cupid's bow lips a perfect O with delight and excitement. As she leaned back to drop the phone receiver back into its cradle she looked at the little bat-faced dog and told him "You know what this means, little man? We're moving up in the world!"
Sailor eagerly reached a slender arm to the phone, disconnecting her voicemail. She speedily tapped in Rosalind's phone number and held her breath as it began ringing.
 "Good evening, you have reached Ciccone and Ciccone , the home of the West coast Elite, how may I direct your call?"
Sailor instantly recognised the sing song tones of Rosalind's secretary, Michelle. "Hey Shelly, its Sailor, is Ros available?"
"Oh! Hey Sailor, my gal!! Yeah sure, she was just about to be stepping out for dinner, but seeing as you are now flavour of the week, I know that she has just been sitting here urging you to call. Hang on, honey, I'll buzz you through"
"Thanks a bundle, Shelly."
"My pleasure, treasure."
There was a faint click on the other end then Billie Holliday's honey tinged voice soothed her as she waited for Ros to pick up on the other line.
"Sailor!!! Darling!! Or should I be calling you Miss Cherry Blossom? Oh, Darling I should be calling you Miss Cherry Jubilee!!!"
Sailor felt the heat rising in her face, if her blood was still being pumped through her body via the old ticker she would most certainly be blushing.
"Evening Ros"
"Oh darling, so I take it from your call so early in the evening hours that you have heard the fabulous news?! Actually darling, what are you doing up at such a time? Surely you should be dust? "
"Ros, I'm in the basement. No windows to the outside world, quite safe from the sun, and besides, look out your window, Ros. . . .its dark."
"Oh yes, of course, how silly of me, doll!"
"Anyway Ros, can you, you know, maybe want to let me in on what's going on?"
 "Of course, of course! Oh darling I am so thrilled!! The wonderful Mr Hass actually graced me with his presence just as we were about to close up shop last night, he told me that he and his partner had caught one of your little shows"
"Yeah, he called me."
"He did! Fabulous! Anyway, darling, him and Mr Harker loved and I mean l-o-v-e-d the performance that you gave at The Carousel Club."
"Ros, that was a private function how did. ."
"Darling, we do not ask how in this business, we ask how much? Anyway, they want me to set up a cosy little meeting, just the four of us to discuss the advancement of your career."
"Wow, this is. . . . .well, it's a surprise to say the very least"
"Darling you know how much burlesque has blown-up, with great thanks to Dita Von Teese and even that horrid little mucky site, what's it called again, darling?"
"Which one, Suicide Girls?"
"Yes, yes that's the one, but you have something that makes you unique something that makes you marketable, exotic, sought after!"
"Um, the fact that I am essentially a reanimated corpse?"
"Darling!! Never say that in front of me again! You're a mistress of the night! A creature of mystery, intrigue and of great beauty I might add too!!"
"Oh Ros, cut the bullshit. I'm still not going to turn you. Just give me the details, like, when where and how I should dress"
"Oh Sailor, I'm crushed! You know that I love you as if you were my own flesh and blood!"
"Ros. . ."
"Okay, okay. Well, I informed them that you were working tonight so, no go, for tonight, but I propositioned them for tomorrow. Mr Hass, who just so you know is remarkably delicious, said he would be more than happy to just drop everything to spend five minutes of his time with you, he seems quite taken with you, my lovely."
"Ros. . "
"Okay, miss poopy-pants! Tomorrow, eight pm, Savini's. It's a fabulous little bistro in Fremont, its very ‘edgy' and totally pretnatural friendly"
"Yeah I know it"
"And darling, dress in something ravishing!'
"Yes Ros."
"Okay darling, I really must dash. My tummy is just screaming at me. I swear it thinks my throat has been slit. Kisses to you, lovey. Ciao!"
"Okay, see you tomorrow. Oh, and Ros"
"Yes, darling?"
"Thank you."
"Pleasure, ciao bella."
"Mmm'kay, bye"

Sailor cast a glance back over her shoulder to check on the time as she slid the phone back into the cradle, "Well, my fine, furry friend. I believe it is time for breakfast"
She left the towel sprawled on the bed like a discarded shed skin and sauntered into the kitchen. Clarence followed closely, a tiny black shadow at her heels.

[Cassie]

Monday July 8th Around Noon Jonah's House, office - Jonah

It was nearing twelve in the afternoon and Jonah was feeling anxious about that day. The propasition of having a sort of pard intreguing to the lad. He ran his slander fingers through his soft, red hair  as he peered down at his work. The fox-boy had taken a shower a moment ago and was wondering if he was going to get a call from Jules.

The well dressed male smiled when he received and unexpected call from an old friend. He had not heard from Sera in a while time and she had wanted to know if he wanted to take her out for dinner. However, the girl changed her mind. Instead, she decided she wanted to go to a club and she was nt going to take no for an answer. Though Jonah, was not big on clubs, he was not sure if telling her no was a good idea. However, he got her to understand that anything could happen.

[SilverMist]

Monday July 8th  10:11 am Saphyre's Place - Saphyre & Jim

The activities continued moving other places than the kitchen. Saphyre supposed it counted as a tour just a very long drawn out and at times, messy one.
"Usually this is the first room I show people and all and I presume you saw it on the way through but yes. The living room." Saphyre giggled dropping himself down into a emerald green bean bag chair. Much like the rest of the apartment it very much screamed Saphyre's unique style. The walls were for the most part white except for one which was lavender. On said walls were a few pieces of art either abstract or surrealist all signed Damien or DF. Saphyre ran his eyes over them a moment before smiling up at Jim. "You know you're damn hot." He giggled smiling at the mark he'd left on the nape of the man's neck. "I'm going to have to invite you over to play more often." He chuckled running blue green eyes over him again the rainbow of make up around them slightly smudged.

Jim smiled and crawled across the floor towards Saphyre, pouting his lips as he laid his head on Saphyre's leg. "I'm ok" he giggled as he kissed up Saphyre's thigh, raking his teeth on the designer fabric of the jeans on Saphyre's thin frame, his eyes glued to Saphyre's still open fly. "I'll come any time you please if you'll pardon the double intendre" Jim chuckled as he looked up, grinning at the way Saphyre's makeup was smeared, his own much less flamboyant makeup probably smudged as well. "Should I put on my corset again or is this fine" said Jim as he leaned up a bit more giving Saphyre a kiss not on his mouth leaning back on the floor and giggling, wearing only his suit jacket.

Saphyre leaned a hand down toying with Jim's long dark locks twirling the ebony around his pale finger as he smiled  down at Jim  giggling with him. He could be sooo...Cute. "You look fine to me." He shivered as he kissed him, body tingling softly again. Slowly Saphyre traced a brightly coloured nail down along Jim's jaw line, ghosting his fingers down his throat to brush over the mark on the nape of his neck, a proud smirk turning up his lips. "Heh...Seems I bit you a little on the hard side back there hmmm?" Saphyre giggled playfully locking his blue green eyes with Jim's brown ones.

"Seems so" smiled Jim as he stared into Saphyre's blue eyes, tilting his head softly and grinning playfully as he ran a hand down his own stomach, his black nails were filed into points left little pink trails on his pale, but not so much as Saphyre's, skin. "I bet though if we look at your back we'll see a bunch of marks of my own" Jim said as he got up and sat on Saphyre's lap, whimpering at the feeling and leaning his back on Saphyre's chest, looking over his shoulder back into Saphyre's eyes. "Hey" he said as he bit his bottom lip, "sup" he finished, his voice quivering.

"Mmm most likely." He grinned shivering as he watched Jim's nails run down his own flesh. Saphyre smiled a little wider as Jim moved to sit his lap wrapping an arm around his waist the other resting on his thigh. Saphyre smiling looking into Jim's eyes watching them as if they could go on forever. "Hey." He replied softly leaning in and touching their nose together with a soft giggle shifting under him slightly. "I think you know" The blue haired werewolf said with a chuckle leaning his head onto Jim's shoulder. "Sup with you hm?" He asked rubbing his thigh gently. Running snow white fingers along Jim's pale skin. Puppy dog eyes looking up into Jim's from under stray strands of blue and crimson hair.

"I think it's the same thing" he grinned as he rubbed softly against Saphyre's letting out teasing whimpering moans as he ran his fingers over Saphyre's as the werewolf touched him. "Aside from that just enjoying hanging with you" he said as he eskimo kissed Saphyre back gently. "What do you want to do?" he said with a small sigh of contentment, looking back into Saphyre's blue eyes, his heart melting at the soft quality of them, reaching up and touching Saphyre's bi-colored hair.

"Whatever you want to do as you are the guest." Saphyre smiled nuzzling into Jim's touch. As he held him close on his lap smiling as his fingers ran over his while he touched him leaning in and kissing his shoulder tenderly slowly tracing his finger tips to his knee and then back down a little bit teasingly. The lycanthrope mimicked the sigh of contentment as he watched Jim's eyes.  This was comfortable, so many people made things complex but Jim, though probably a lot more complex, made things easy. However that worked. Maybe it was because he reminded him of Damien a little, or maybe it was just how very unique Jim was but it was comfortable. He nuzzled tenderly at the other man's shoulder. "So what is it that you would like to do?"

"I have no clue" smiled Jim as he brushed his long raven colored bangs behind his left ear, "honestly during the day I just stay inside and do, well my work" he said as he snuggled close against Saphyre, watching his eyes as Saphyre nuzzled on his shoulder. "What do you like to do?" asked Jim as he looked around the white room, his eyes falling for a moment on the lavender wall, he liked the art, he was a fan of Dali, and though no one could touch the pop-art of Warhol he still thought the artwork pleasing.

"Work? Am I keeping you from it cause if so I'm sowwy." Saphyre puppy dog pouted against his shoulder but it didn't last long he couldn't seem to keep the smile from breaking through. Taking the hand that ran along Jim's inner thigh and wrapping it around his waist with the other. "What do I like to do...Hm. Well I like doing a lot of things. I never really pick one thing and do it though I'm always multitasking. I like cartoons. And I like calling people and going for walks and going downtown. I like window shopping and talking to strangers. I like...Dancing and I like mixing drinks." He chuckled remembering the night they met. "I like going out. And I like rearranging. My furniture will not be in this same order the next time you come over I can  promise that." He giggled resting his cheek to his shoulder leaning in and kissing his neck softly. "I like photo albums. And sometimes scrap books but I never finish them." He said finally chuckling softly. Something he didn't often admit as he snuggled Jim close kissing along his shoulder softly.

"I do my work at my own leisure, except when a client hires me, then I have to do it right away or the boys in black get quite irate" he smiled awing softly as Saphyre pouted. Jim listened, trying not to giggle at all the things Saphyre did. "Well you sure do a lot don't you" smiled Jim as he laid against Saphyre, closing his eyes and taking in sharp breaths as Saphyre's lips touched his neck. "Can you think of anything you'd like to do now?" asked Jim as he continued to moan as Saphyre's lips moved over his shoulder.

"If you keep moaning like that then the answer is you." The werewolf grinned nibbling playfully at Jim's throat and down his shoulders resting his palms flat to his sides as held Jim close in his lap. He watched as Jim closed his eyes letting his wander over the man's features and his lips shivering to the noises that were expelled from them. Serene perhaps, peaceful maybe, one might almost say angelic and though Saphyre's attention span was some what lacking he continued with the gentle kisses and nibbles until curiosity and mischief one over. He leaned in slowly taking the edge of his suit jacket in his teeth and pulling it back to reveal his shoulder kissing softly for a few more seconds before watching his expression intently then biting down hard on the other man's shoulder.

"You had me at hello, quite literaly" said Jim as he moaned softly, purposely trying to rally the wolfman for another bout. He raised a eyebrow as he felt his suit jacket, the only thing he was wearing, slip back. "Mmm" he sighed and whimpered as he felt Saphyre's lips on his bare shoulder. "Fuck" groaned Jim deeply as he pressed himself hard to Saphyre as he felt the blue and red haired werewolf bite him. "I think what you want is this" he said as he opened his eyes a little and slid off his jacket and tossed it aside. The next thing he did was very naughty and needless to say can't be spoken out loud. "Like that" panted Jim as he rocked his hips.

Saphyre gasped out a whimpering pant into his shoulder leaning into his throat pressing up into Jim as he shivered the tingles running everywhere again. Slowly lowering his hands down to his hips and leaning in to bite down hard on his throat letting out a playful growl. "Mmn you're amazing, know both what you want and what I want. I'm going to have to keep you around you realize."

Jim sighed in pleasure leaning his shoulder down to allow Saphyre better access to his throat pressing back down into the wolfman. "I'm ok, we both wanted the same thing so it worked good" the last bit came out more as a tangle of moans that a coherent sentence but he thought it got the point across. "Mmm call anytime" he grinned as he grinded. He continued panting as he moved his hands behind his head and wrapped them around Saphyre's neck, looking up as he bit his lip into Saphyre's blue eyes.

Saphyre slowly moved his hands down from his hips to his inner thighs before sliding up to meet in the middle pressing his palm down rubbing gently. The tingles ran through his body again as he looked into Jim's brown eyes leaning in and licking at his upper lip before leaning in and biting down hard at the nape of his neck again as he held him close to him. Whimpering the pants softly into his throat and shoulder as the blue haired werewolf pressed up into him pulling him close as he did gasping and shuddering against his shoulder. "You know. I like you." He whispered leaning up and nipping Jim's ear tugging it back.

"I like you too Saphyre, a lot" he panted trying to grin as his face was wracked with spasms of pleasure. "I think you just like me cause I let you be the pitcher" he stammered as he rubbed deeply against the young wolf, his bangs falling out of place as he moved up and down lightly crying out softly at Saphyre's touch.

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