18+ World of Darkness - Rise of an Ancient

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    Hellknight Anna

    Empress of the Inferno
    The night was still young, and the night dwellers were agitated by its recent actions. Good. A wicked grin crept across the creature's face. Its longer fingers with sharpened claw-like fingernails scratched the brick wall of an old cafe as it walked down an alley behind the cafe itself. The creature had taken steps to slightly blend in as took up some pants, boots, and a long black overcoat. The last meal of werewolves was a nice touch to fill its hunger, and yet it's not enough. It's never enough. The thirst of its long slumber is yet to be satiated.

    Time was slow and fluid as the creature moved through the shadows of the alley as if it was really walking along the ocean floor. None of the mortals were aware or even looked in its direction as it passed through alley to alley. "
    Soon." It thought. "Soon I shall reveal myself to the world, and it will be a grand opening. Hm hm hm."

    ~~~

    Vanessa remained invisible with her Obfuscate ability, moving as quickly as she could while avoiding bumping into any mortals on her way. She actually got lost a few times, attempting to look up where this "Lush" club was, and even appeared through an alley to come out and ask a mortal once or twice for directions like a tourist. Eventually she made her way to Lush and was stopped at the entrance by a bouncer. She wasn't sure how to handle the situation.

    "
    We must speak with your boss. Please tell m'lady that the messenger of this kingdom's Princess is here." She curtsied while receiving odd looks from the bouncer as well as the people in line waiting to get in.
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Meridith, temporarily lost in the majestic beauty of one of her dancing fae, reclined upon a lounge on a balcony that overlooked the inner sanctum. This small area was decked out in all things that screamed luxury. Tiny crystal glasses sat on a silver platter along side a crystal decanter filled with her best liqueur on a small round table. She had had her fill of unnerving reports from the clients below and she now needed a distraction. Farelle, a particularly pretty fae was indeed, a distraction. Meridith absent-mindedly strummed her long red fingernails along the ebony wood of the antique lounge as the fae twirled about, moving hypnotically to the music. When the music stopped Meridith was brought back to reality and Farelle bent down to kiss her cheek.

    "Exquisite, my Dear" Meridith whispered and Farelle beamed, elated to have pleased her mistress. The vampire studied her for a second before she nodded. "Run along Sweetling". She watched the fairy skip down the stairs and a pang of dread stabbed at her insides. She worried for the Fae she kept here. She looked upon them as more than just employees. They were like her children; to be nurtured and protected. She couldn't imagine anything as horrible as she had heard, happening to her babies. She frowned at her dark thoughts, just as her bodyguard, Guz held a hand to his ear. She sat up, her keen vampire hearing picking up the voice coming through the guards earpiece.

    "......young vamp out here wishing to speak to the Mistress. Says she is from the Princess" Guz looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He knew she heard the request. Meridith tapped a finger on the wood. This was either something to do with what was happening lately, or just a simple envoy with payment for the last job she did for the Princess. A pretty sizeable payment it was. Either way, she could handle one lone vampire.

    "Let her in" she nodded to Guz, who relayed the message. Meridith sat up and crossed her leather-clad legs, her red heeled stiletto'd foot swinging nonchalantly, and waited for the first of her visitors.
     

    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    The cat yowled as it crashed through the trash cans, doing everything it could to avoid Garr. But he was the quicker, barreling through all obstacles in hot pursuit. Finally cornering it in an alley, Garr wasted no time in silencing its piercing shrieks. As he devoured the still-warm corpse, Garr's scruff slowly stood up. A Kindred.... where...? he wondered, gulping down the flesh.

    Following his senses, Garr traveled through the alleys and shadows, weaving through cans and bins, staying as silent as possible. After a few blocks went beneath his paws, Garr found himself looking out of the maw of the alley at a local club. And there, looking out of place at the head of the line as she curtsied to the bouncer, was Vanessa.

    As he focused on the conversation, he caught the last bit, "... kingdom's Princess is here." Why would the Princess have left her sanctuary to come here? Surely she'd just have them come to her.

    Garr licked his muzzle clean, and shifted as he stepped out into the light. Sidling up next to the vampire, Garr glared at any who tried to block his path, halting their attempts at keeping their places.

    "Come.. to hunt?" he asked Vanessa, grinning inwardly at the sheepish looks the patrons gave him.
     

    Hellknight Anna

    Empress of the Inferno
    The bouncer finished talking to their boss over the headset and nodded to Vanessa signalling that she was allowed to go in now. Just before she took a step, Garr came out next to her with strange looks given by the line of people waiting to get in. "Come.. to hunt?" He asked.

    "
    You could say that, pup." She gave him a strange grin. "The stars are almost aligned and the moon shines bright, but soon the hunted will be the hunter with us as prey in sight."

    She giggled before walking inside to the music and lights and people. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol, the flesh and beating hearts of the living... along with the dead ones. Her weaker side didn't mind the company of Kindred, but now was not the time to mingle. Now was the time for a hunt. The blood called to her 'other' side. Memories that are not hers rushed her and it was euphoric.


    She made her way to the back room where another guard was posted. He lifted a hand. "One moment." And slightly opened the door.

    Vanessa gave a little curtsy and went in. Her eyes looked around and saw the fae; something about them almost drew her in, a desire for something that wasn't hers. She cleared her mind and paid focus to the hostess that sat waiting for her. Vanessa reached into her leather jacket with such sudden movement, the guards looked as if they were going to tackle her for having a gun. She grinned as what she pulled out was nothing but a simple letter.

    She held out the letter to the hostess of the club, "The Princess desires for me to deliver this to you, and she wishes I can gain any knowledge from you. Whispers... of sorts... of the coming darkness, yes?"

    Her eyes flashed with unnatural yellow, a deep hunger gazing from them. No hostility was emitting toward the hostess as that would be rude, but Vanessa's 'other side' wanted to express their desire for the hunt. The chance to bleed and maybe even... diablerize... an Ancient.
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    A lone figure sat on a worn brown sofa in a darkened apartment, his features hardly visible from the blinking of a small T.V. on the far wall. It was tuned to a local news channel where a middle-aged, dark-skinned woman sat relaying the events of the past few days, the figure watching her intently.

    "In other news...a string of murders has local Police on the hunt for a serial killer. Police believe the killer to be a worker at a local warehouse, as the first string of murders involved several warehouses guards. It is still unknown at this time if the murderer acted alone. Police denied any further statements." The camera cut to an older, balding meteorologist and the figure quickly lost interest and clicked off the T.V. He stood up and walked to the door of his lackluster apartment, grabbing a white and red patterned hoodie and slipping it on. He made sure to zip the jacket up before he left, taking care to keep the P99 strapped to his chest hidden. As the figure stepped into the hallway and locked the door behind him, his features became visible in the dull yellow light radiating from the fixtures attatched to the bare plaster wall coated in drab green paint. The figure was a young man in his late teens, with charcoal gray and black hair in a "faux hawk" style. His pale green and gold eyes were framed by a face with hard angles, a set jaw, and three days worth of stubble. He strode out into the hall and down to the lobby, casting a sideways glance at the frail older lady seated at the desk, her green and black uniform almost blending in with the ugly wall. She looked up from her computer screen hardly long enough to greet him,

    "Good day, Mr. Connor." The figure nodded and didn't reply as he stepped out into the bustling city. The clerk huffed at the lack of his response, but quickly resumed her game of solitare. The figure hardly made it seven steps before a voice called out after him,

    "Well well, if it isn't the sun God himself! How ya doin' Apollo?" Apollo grinned at his friend from the local Stargazer tribe, one of the few people who actually knew Apollo's true identity as a Garou.

    "I'm alright Troy. Have you heard the news lately?" Troy shook his head and fell into step next to Apollo, dwarfing him with his near six foot six stature.

    "C'mon Apollo, ya know I don't watch that stuff. He paused, "And before you ask, no. No, I do not want to know about it." Apollo just shrugged and kept walking. Troy never cared much for the dealings of humans, after all he wasn't a Homid like Apollo. Troy cleared his throat,

    "I imagine you're gonna go runnin'?" Apollo nodded, already stretching his arms, "Well before you do, I have to ask you to come home. At least once in a while wouldn't hurt. But, I already know your answer so I'm not gonna waste my breath. You do what you want, just be safe." Apollo nodded again, and Troy left without another word. "Home" was his way of referring to the tribe, but Apollo had never felt at home there, or anywhere else for that matter. His apartment was better, but he always felt best alone on a rooftop. Maybe that was just the Ragabash part of him coming out, he didn't know. He smiled inwardly at Troy's concern, but so long as he didn't crowd the usual meeting places of Kindred and refrained from hunting within the city, he was fine. Shifting was always a gamble, no matter where you went, but he was careful, at least to avoid human detection.

    After a block or so, Apollo found one of his favorite Freerunning spots and started his usual routine. Sprint at the alley wall, run up the side, grab the pipe portruding from it's surface, jump from the wall and catch the edge of the roof on the other side of the alley, and pull up to the top. It took Apollo less than three seconds to do this. From here, he just lost himself in the run. He shot through alleys, past really fun construction sites, and through winding streets. At some sections he had to drop to ground level and weave through thick crowds or dart across streets, usually a string of angry curses followed him, sometimes even a cop who foolishly thought he could keep up with him, a quick use of his "Pathfinder" gift and a route through the madness opened up. The cop usually lost him when he ducked into a thick crowd and slowed down. He knew Freerunning the city would turn some heads, but it wasn't anything that regular humans didn't do, hell, it made him look more human. Apollo soon found himself on the roof of a club, Lush. The heavy beat rattled beneath his feet.

    A few minutes later, his stomach now grumbling angrily, Apollo found himself at the entrance to Musso and Franks.
    This is a good of a place as any, he thought. He checked over himself, his clothes weren't dirty or rumpled and he wasn't sweaty. He brushed a bit of dust from his black cargo pants and walked inside. Musso and Franks was a popular spot and today was no different. The Grill area was packed, but the bar was...slightly less so. He found a seat roughly in the center of the bar with a good view of a T.V.

    The bartender strode up to him,
    "Hey there, what can I start you off with?"

    "I'll have the Ground Beef Sandwich with a glass of water, thank you." The bartender nodded and took down his order. His food was brought out shortly after and he casually started eating. Half watching the T.V. and half watching everyone around him.
     
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    Em_Pu

    You wouldn't believe if i told yea
    "Well this is ridiculous, it has been two hours. If he gave me the wrong address.." James beyond irritation at this point gets up from has stool and nods at the bartender that his been keeping his attention while waiting for Jin. His boots scrape against the floor as he walks, his eyes scanning to see any possible danger as he walks through the beautiful bar and grill to see a group of men giving a hard time to the waiter at the front door. James unable to walk by and not say a word.

    "Is there a problem boys?"
    His Irish accent clearly noticeable, James staring at man yelling the most.

    "Listen man this isn't any of your business."

    James looking at the waiter "What happened sir?"

    "These men drank and ate more then what they can pay for."


    "Here is the rest of the bill they own, and as for you lot. I would suggest leaving before anything unfortunate happens."
    James showing his holster discretely to the group of men. They take notice and hastily leave.

    "Worthless group of individuals." James takes his leave to his car and searches for clubs close by the first to appear on his phone is lush. James approaches the Club, he can hear the electric house music beating and pumping. The people in line anxious to get in and let the night take them away, "Looks like I can't go in there strapped." James realized after seeing the security and taking off his holster. He walks over the Line and patiently waits for his time to let loose a bit.
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Meridith watched as the two wound their way through the throng of fae. She threw out her mind to the pair and only touched them for a second, her eyebrow raised.

    “A Malkavian and a wolf. Very interesting”
    She sat back and waited for them to arrive onto her little balcony. The woman approached and thrust her hand into her jacket, causing Guz to shift, but Meridith merely held up her hand. The young vampire produced a letter and held it towards Meridith, who took it and placed it on the table without so much as a glance.

    "The Princess desires for me to deliver this to you, and she wishes I can gain any knowledge from you. Whispers... of sorts... of the coming darkness, yes?" Something strange flashed in the young woman's eyes, causing Meridith to stir a little. Something foreboding. It was only for a fleeting second and then it was gone. Meridith relaxed against the cushions and motioned for the others to sit.

    “Careful darling” she warned the young vampire “or you'll have Guz trying to haul you out of here buy the scruff of your pretty little neck. You and your pretty wolf” She glanced at Guz “Guz, leave us. Make sure no little ears get too close” the body guard left, stomping down the stairs. As soon as he was out of earshot, Meridith sat forward, her leather pants and corset creaking.

    “Indeed I have information for our noble Princess” she said almost urgently. She studied the wolf, the pretty wolf with the mesmerising eyes. She was almost lost in those eyes as a sudden scene flashed in her head. Screams, tearing of limbs, blood and gore spraying everywhere. A small girl. Darkness. She gasped at the shock of the scene and looked intently at the wolf, her pale blue eyes growing wider.

    “As do you, it would seem”.
     
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    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    As Vanessa expertly wound her way through the crowds to the back door, Garr followed more awkwardly. The press of bodies combined with the drugs many were sweating out of their system created an endless barrage on his senses. As more than one hunger was stirred, he tried to force his mind to clear as the pair slipped inside of a back door.

    For a moment, Garr was mesmerized. The back room was far more impressive than the front; larger, more delicately furnished, and far from brimming with people. But what caught his attention were the fae. Never had he seen one in person, only from afar or through stories, let alone the dozens that danced and twirled freely about the room. As Garr shook himself out of the daze and followed Vanessa, he was startled by the faint brush of psychic fingers, but continued following Vanessa to a small woman seated on a couch. Her bodyguard, a monstrous creature, glared at the two of them.

    “Guz, leave us. Make sure no little ears get too close,” she said, and sent the hulking guard away. As he left, the small woman had them sit, and Garr studied her, trying to determine if she was the source of the presence he'd felt. It wasn't long before his suspicions were proven correct.

    He was still caught off guard by the vampire's second mental touch. Her presence had been fleeting both times, but it was an odd sensation not unlike the time the Princess had delved into his psyche. A stab at his mind with the smallest needle, like acupuncture only much more powerful when used with more than passing interest. Sitting back in the chair, Garr crossed his arms and did his best the shut his mind away from her.

    "You first," was all he said, retreating into himself. It had been years since he'd felt a need to keep his mental fortress in tip-top shape, given how rare a mind reader of any skill had become. And the petite woman surely hadn't shown her true strength to garner the scant information he had felt her rifle through.

    Turning his eyes away from the woman, Garr kept his ears on the conversation while studying the surroundings and polishing his mental shield. He had no doubt that this was the last interaction they'd have, and he wanted to be ready at all times.
     
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    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    "You first," The wolf said, sitting back and crossing his arms defiantly. Meridith felt him recede back into himself and she smiled. She had obtained all she wanted from him. For now. She looked to the woman, a pretty young kindred with eyes that flashed with danger. Meridith was both fascinated and uneasy with this one.

    "Well, seeing our wolf here refuses to speak, I will start. I have heard many things lately. Many disturbing things. Things you already know about. But..." she hesitated, reluctant to relive the images that stormed into her head when she sifted through the piles of information she had gathered. It was hard for her to recall those images, as she felt the emotions that went with them. Horror, great sadness, and a terrifying madness. She poured herself and the others a glass of wine while she gathered her thoughts. She closed her eyes and began speaking as if in a trance.

    "Warehouse down by the docks...several guards killed. A nest of Nosferatu below us, decimated. Wolf den, no survivors. Whispers of attacks throughout the city. Some of them only rumour. Wait, another, three blocks from here, six bodies found drained of blood. They were fae. It feeds on us all. It is...moving, through the city, gaining strength. It wants, I... " she shook her head, trying to focus "I don't want to see these things!" she started visibly shaking, the images in her head taking their toll "It is coming for all of us" she sighed and slumped into her chair, spent.
     

    Hellknight Anna

    Empress of the Inferno
    "Mm. Madness is something we know well." She grinned at the shaking kindred before her, before her grin turned into a frustrated frown "However, even I can't see what this creature really is. If it truly is an Antediluvian ... then we might be doomed. If it's something else then who knows?"

    Vanessa's thoughts stirred back and forth from the primal senses of the hunt; the chance to dine on the blood of one so ancient, the thrill, the danger! Then her thoughts shifted to logic and reason that if such a thing was loose in the city, they would not stand a chance against such a monstrosity. Other aid would have to be sought out... perhaps even the mages.

    Vanessa appeared disorientated a moment to the others in the room before regaining her composure. The "real" Vanessa was back, looking around the room noticing the toreador for the 'first time' and looked at her blankly with a small grumbling. "Well closing your eyes won't help either. Some things must be seen... whether we want to or not." She sat in the nearest chair, crossing her legs and putting her hands together with folded fingers like some cliche villain from a 007 movie. "Oh yes we haven't formerly introduced ourselves have we? I'm Vanessa." She gave the toreador a playful wink, "I could show you better things that would keep your mind busy from other thoughts."

    She was sure this kindred needed something else to occupy her mind after revealing the dark deeds that is already plaguing the city. She was also curious, as feint her consciousness was during the time the kindred was telling of the events, what she meant by Garr having information as well. Was it about the wolf den perhaps? She left herself with the playful smile hoping to lighten up the room, for she knew that they would need all the brief respite they can get... for the dark nights were about to get much darker...
     

    Seanu Reaves

    The Shogun of Gaming
    Jin walked into the armory, flashing his badge and smiling like a kid in a candy store. For a hunter like Jin it definitely was a treat. The fact he was dressed like a badass in his white suit and blood red dress shirt didn’t hurt either. He was almost dancing down the sterile white and grey hallways, the fluorescent lights his light show. Kicking in the double doors, Jin lets out a rock star shriek of “Yeeeeeeeeeeeah!”

    Gaining laughs from the technicians, and more than a scowl from the clerk. “Excuse me, Sir. This is a government facility, please show some professionalism. You fluffing chink eyed piece of plops!”

    Jin walked through what looked like a metal detector, his friends laughter greeting him through bulletproof glass. The man’s screen beeped and revealed his new clearance level. The clerk held his face in his palm, his laughter gone. “fluffing hell, they gave you of all people a blank check, Musashi?”

    “Yeah,” Jin walked through serious again. “It is that bad.”

    “Well fluff me,” The clerk buzzed the strange hunter in.

    “Yeah,” Jin takes out his phone. “It is called an Antediluvian… Biblical level threats… But I am supposed to ‘assess the threat.’ Which we know is bullplops…”

    “What happens when you work for the government son. Corners get cut.”

    “Well let’s just hope my face doesn’t get cut either. Though saying I helped stop a pre-Biblical ExNorm is gonna make me look so good.”

    Jin and the Clerk share a grave laugh, and Jin began to browse the wares of the Armory. He had his trusty duffel bag and his notebook. Though the main thing the notebook said was ‘Antedilluvian- It is like a vampire but with more bullplops involved.’

    It took about an hour to get all the gear he wanted. Turns out they kept the larger rifles up on the top shelf. It was under so much red tape, Jin had to confirm he did in fact have sniper training and functioned as a designated marksman for most of his military career. He had added two sub machine guns, an assault rifle, and an anti-material rifle to his arsenal. And a few magazines for each. The Sniper rifle was the only one with Bleeder rounds however, rest had HoDs, and he managed to sneak a few VDSB grenades, even if it wasn’t weak to sunlight, the flash could buy him the seconds he needed. Tossing the bag into the back of his car, he signaled for the driver to head to Musso and Frank’s.
     

    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    Garr took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. The images of the massacre were still fresh in his mind, so vivid he could almost smell the acrid stench that had filled the entirety of the house. The blood he'd seen, only hours old, coated the walls of his mind as thoroughly as the walls of the building.

    "Dead," he began, "whole pack. Too fast, too... strong. Girl say, 'it coming.'"

    He cracked his knuckles, the pops resounding through his own body more than anything else. Rubbing the back of his neck, Garr tried to figure out how to get his point across, with his limited knowledge of human words.

    "This... prey, is hunter. Pack should run, hunt away from the prey. Big wish, to stop it. Fight to live, not win," he looked up, into the eyes of both vampires, trying to force them to see the futility of resistance, the danger that awaited them. "Days... dark days."
     

    shadowkitty

    Mistress of Shadows
    Meridith was only able to offer Vanessa a quick smile before the wolf finally spoke. She could sense the struggle within him to explain all that he had seen. She understood well. For she had seen it during that brief period in which she had delved into his mind. The blood. You would think such a scene would not affect a Kindred so. But not like this. This was... devastation, not a mere feeding. She feared for them all, as she looked down upon her little family of fae. She would have to keep security here during the day to protect them while they all slept and she left for her own apartment down town.

    "Days... dark days." the wolf finished, looking at both of them.

    "Dark days indeed" Meridith agreed then looked to Vanessa, "I assume you have other associates you now need to report all this to?" she asked, then added with an arc of one perfectly trimmed eyebrow, for who could refuse such a pretty Kindred "And after that, I will take you up on that offer."
     

    Hellknight Anna

    Empress of the Inferno
    Listening to Garr's story, as short as it was and let out a small "Hmm." Almost lost in thought before the kindred before them spoke to her, "I assume you have other associates you now need to report all this to?"

    Associates? She thought. Unlikely. More like a to-go menu waiting to be chosen. "Yes I suppose you're right." She reached over to grab a napkin and placed it in front of her. Using her sharp nails, she cut into her skin the blood trickling down from her finger. With it she wrote her cell number on the napkin before handing it over to the kindred.

    "
    Hope to see you again mystery woman." She winked - hinting the woman never gave her name. With her errand complete, Vanessa stood up and headed for the door to look at both Garr and the woman one more time before heading off, always with the playful smile. With the last wink she was gone. Already making her way through the crowd and out the door giving the bouncer a playful wink as well. Vanessa decided to head through the allies to cut visibility as she headed over to Musso & Franks where the human hunter wished to meet. She figured it was probably about time anyways.

    Strolling through the alley she caught a feint whispering. She leaned in closer as she slowed her pace into the shadows. The whispers were slightly getting louder, and yet she still could not make out what they were saying. The closer she got the louder the whispers were until when every fiber of her being told her to stop. Don't go any further! Danger! It felt as if her cold dead heart was almost coming to life as her body fidgeted and it felt as if a shiver ran down her spine. There was something not right about this.. Then she felt breathing down the back of her neck. Tensing up and readying her fangs and hand on the machete, she quickly turned around - and saw nothing.

    There was no one there, the whispers stopped, and she was left in the alley alone. "
    Perhaps the streets is a better idea." She gritted her teeth and made her way out to the streets using Obfuscate to shift to one of her mortal forms and alias she used roughly a few decades ago after her 'death'. It kept her former associates and hunters off her trail. She walked down the streets nervously always keeping an eye (or two) on the shadows of each alley she passed until at last she arrived to her destination... with an interesting smell.

    "
    Hm.. another pup."
     

    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    Garr slipped out of the club soon after Vanessa, winding his way through the crowds and shadows. Always careful to avoid the scrutinizing gaze of humans, he found his way out of the club and its pounding music with little interaction.

    Disappearing into a darkened alley, he clambered up a fire escape, the metal bars clanging against each other when his weight wasn't balanced. But as he reached the top of the building, Garr's most primal reactions were triggered. His neck hairs sprung up so violently, his skin felt like it was on fire. He lost his grip, and fell back to the lower landing, already going through one of the fastest and most painful transformations he'd ever experienced.

    Eyes were on him, from everywhere and nowhere, the walls themselves glared at him with malicious hunger. Jumping up onto all fours, Garr spun about, searching every nook and cranny with all of his senses. But nothing was there, save for the lingering feeling of insane enjoyment. He was being hunted, for nothing but sport.

    Breathing heavily, Garr forced himself to think clearly. His nerves were still going haywire, and there was no way he'd shift to a weaker body while something so powerful and dark could be lurking nearby. Instead, he slowly padded up the fire escape's stairs, and leapt the last few feet to the roof. Shaking himself free of the horrific feeling, Garr sprinted across the roof, and jumped to a nearby building. He continued, mindlessly wandering, until he stopped and found himself looking down at a restaurant's entrance. The Musso and Frank.

    And he was not the only one of his kind nearby.
     

    Seanu Reaves

    The Shogun of Gaming
    Jin came up the steps to the hostess and gives her a warm smile. Truth be told he had everything he needed to look like a high roller, except the fact he was carrying a duffle bag with enough guns to overthrow a small African nation. He smiled and gave her his reservation name. The Hostess seemed more irritated with him than anything, but then again she was at work. Her bosses and masters likely annoyed that she kept in contact with him in the first place and now he was holding meetings in their establishment.


    “How’s my favorite Thistle?”


    "Just peachy, except this dude I used to date keeps bothering me..." She sarcastically replied. “So… How many women are in the party?”


    “Look… Don’t be like that Claire, You know I only have eyes for you. After this job I should be able to take you away from this.”

    “Jin.” She pinched the bridge of your nose. “I know you say you care, but do you really have to flirt and seduce your female targets?”

    “You know all I have is my sex appeal, and I can cook... But that isn't a show starter.” Jin smiled. “But some good news if this gig goes off well, I may be able to get a desk job...”

    “Oh please, don'y even start with that plops.” Clare grabs the menus and starts leading Jin towards his private tables in the back. “After that trip to Germany, I know how much you love thrills. You could never take a desk job.”

    “I can apply for Free Hunting licensing… Travel and work when I want to, spend time with this cute mage who could come with me and make the missions easier and more interesting at the same time.”


    “Maybe once I feel comfortable with my studies.”

    “Plus we could go to exotic locales. I know you loved it when we went all around Hawaii…”

    “That was high school…”

    “… And this is now.”

    “I will think about it, but here is your private booth.” Clare pushes back the curtain and reveals a large rosewood booth. Probably been around since the place had opened.

    Jin looked at the large table. And sat down. “Could I get a water and…”

    “A dirty Shirley on the rocks with cherry schnapps, extra cherries and a lemon wedge.”

    “You spoil me.”


    "That plops is what you have ordered since high school. You should learn to get a real drink, you fairy." Claire winks at Jin and they share a quick kiss and she heads off, after leaving a note on the table. It reads: Not too many Ex-Norms, will have some of the lycans and vampires check in with you. Just to be safe. Also if you shoot this place up again, my masters will call on you instead of the insurance company, so hope you saved up some cash on that government salary. <3

    "Why would you ever put a heart after that thinly veiled threat? Jeeeeeeeesus, Claire."
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Apollo had finished his meal and paid the tab not long after a man left the bar grumbling about a wrong address or something. He sat back on his stool and did a less than conspicous 360, quickly taking in the area. All possible threats, all possible weapons, and all escape routes. He had a plan for every likely scenario. He was about to leave when a man wearing a blazing white suit and crimson shirt strode in. Apollo stifled a laugh, but couldn't help but grin at this odd man. Nice outfit buddy. Americans could be so strange at times. Apollo chalked the encouter up to an eccentric man when he caught wind of their converstation. He heard the word "Mage" get tossed around in reference to the woman.

    So. It seems this man isn't just strange in appearance. Apollo made a face when he noticed the duffel bag the man was carrying. It was impossible to tell exactly what was inside of it, save for the fact that whatever it was weighed a lot. The man had a very slight lean to accomodate the added weight of his burden. Apollo rotated around on his stool and rested his elbows on the counter so he could watch this man without it seeming obvious that he was doing so. If anyone asked, he was watching the game in front of him. It was...soccer. Americans and their new words for everything. He sighed, it didn't matter. The few moments Apollo had spent grumbling about American words had cost him, he'd missed his chance to pick up on any small gestures. The woman had set up a booth for the man and turned to leave, placing a small note on the table. Apollo strained to see her writing, and was only able to make out one word before the man picked it up. "Ex-Norms." That was more than enough for Apollo. He needed to know what this man was up to. But that meant possibly exposing himself as a Garou. Bah, I have broken no rules of this city. I simply live here as a human.

    Apollo cursed to himself in Russian as he stood up, making a bee-line to the man's booth. He quietly sat down across from the man and draped his arm across the back of the booth.

    "Why would you ever put a heart after that thinnly veiled threat? Jeeeeeeeeeeesus, Claire."


    Apollo snickered to himself,

    "Relationship trouble? Maybe it's that outfit. If I were you, I'd invest in something a bit more modern. Perhaps a simple black, or a nice gray." Apollo knew he was being daft, and this man would probably react unfavorably, but he was in a restaurant, what could this guy do?

    "Look buddy, you aren't as careful as you think. I heard your sweet little converstation at the other side of the room. Plans to go to Hawaii, no? So. Let's cut the act, what's this about Ex-Norms?"

    As soon as Apollo finished his sentence, he felt the cold grip of pure dread, forcing up his more primal instincts. He fought at the change, but it began to show on his hands, the gray fur becoming ever more visible. Apollo covered by pretending he had to sneeze, only returning to his position once he was in complete control again and the feeling had passed. He hadn't changed much before he was able to revert to a human. Only a trained eye would have caught the miniscule amount of fur on his hands and the slight shift in his eyes when he acted like he had to sneeze.
     

    Wauten Dayhil

    Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
    "Oh!" The girl exclaimed, giggling. "What a cute little monkey! What is he?"

    Grimshaw grinned at her, trying to catch her attention, "He's a troublemaker, is what he is," he laughed, catching her eyes again, "I found him a few years ago, when he was a baby - he was so skinny and malnourished, he could hang off of my finger!" The girl's eyes grew wide, and he drew her into his story as the monkey continued to poke around her head. "... so I decided to name him Al. And, he hasn't complained about it, so it must be okay with him, right?" She laughed, and turned her head to gaze at the little furball.

    "Anyway, I've got errands to finish, so I'll leave you to your day," he said, as Al hopped back to Grim's shoulders.

    "Oh," she said shyly, "but I never even caught your name..."

    He winked, and lied to her, "I'm Jared," as he slipped her a fake number and turned away. As he made his way down the street, he asked simply, "So?"

    "Some gold earrings, what looks to be a silver ring, and forty-five in cash," the monkey replied, chittering with dark delight as he handed the goods to Grimshaw. As the hunter pocketed the jewelry, he opened his wallet - also stolen - and added it to the money within. With a quick check, he counted the money inside and smiled.

    "Three hundred and change," he said aloud, replacing the leather book, "and I'm getting hungry. I've heard about a place, real good and real pricey... Musso and Frank, I think it was," he turned his head up at Alzhubal's furry face, "you good to eat?"

    "Famished," the demon replied, baring his fangs in a smile, "lead the way, comprende!" He cried, settling onto Grimshaw's shoulder while twiddling with his tail.
     
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    Seanu Reaves

    The Shogun of Gaming
    “Well, I get to make friends with a dog such as yourself.” Jin smiles and gestures for Apollo to take a seat. Jin did not waver as he eyed the werewolf. He found it funny that he would be approached by a new lycan and not the one he knew previously. “And if you were wondering, it was not the fact you lost control. It was the fact you almost could hear everything we were talking under our breath about.”

    The restaurant seemed to hush down as the two were eyeing each other. The bartender, hosts. Hostesses seemed on edge. A couple even dived into the kitchen. However, Jin was still completely at ease. He did not want to piss off the mages who ran the neutral ground for any friendly supernaturals, but he did really want to shoot this guy. Not with anything special, just something that would bruise. He reaches into his jacket and watches the new lycan. Just to see how he would react.

    “Who says I was being careful? And who says this is an act?”
    Jin takes a hard face before breaking in to a raucous laughter. “Also you are wearing the same color scheme as me.”

    Pointing at Apollo’s red and white sweatshirt. “You aren’t even dressed nicely. Either way, since I am meeting some friends I would love for you to join us. This business will need any and all who are willing to fight."
     

    Archer Drake

    Parkour Enthusiast
    Apollo cursed to himself in Russian. He'd forgotten humans could not hear as well as Garou. He slowly took a seat facing the man as he continued on about Apollo's ability to catch most of a private conversation from across the room, also casually noting that he had seen Apollo's subtle shift. Ah, observant and intelligent.

    This man was obviously well-trained, and most likely some kind of Hunter, judging from his knowledge of Garou.

    "Who says I was being careful? And who says this is an act?"

    "I did, Jin. You referred to this meeting as a 'gig' which most likely means that you'd rather keep it under the radar. Tell me, why bother with cryptic hints about the 'gig' if you're not trying to be careful? Judging from your ability to pinpoint my abilities, and the bag, I'm guessing your probably a Hunter. The bag is probably equiment, right?"


    Apollo paused, unsure of how hard he should push this. After all, if this man did get hostile, it was probably due to his big mouth rather than this man's career.

    "I said you were acting to try and get you to slip up. Fortunately for you, and unfortunately for me, you didn't. So I'm still in the dark."


    This man, Jin, suddenly burst into laughter, noting that he and Apollo wore the same colors before going on about how wasn't dressed to this man's liking.

    "Either way, since I am meeting some friends I would love for you to join us. This buisness will need any and all who are willing to fight."


    Apollo shook his head,

    "You know, I do have a suit if you would prefer. I'd need roughly fifteen minutes to get back to my apartment and walk back here, however."


    Apollo was kidding, mostly. If looking a bit cleaner got him some information, so be it.

    "How many people are we talking about? And you still haven't answered my first question."

    Apollo leaned back in his seat and clasped his hands behind his head. He was trying to come off as confident and unphased by this man, but it probably wound up somewhere between arrogant and cocky.
     

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