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Temporary Rps / ::March 5, 2018:: Turn to Stone
« Last post by Seth on March 05, 2018, 05:14:00 pm »
|-Broken Again-|
Trevor
Novice Vampire
Dragon Bloodline
DH | RPO - Room Staff
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

Trevor’s hand shook when he slid the fourth dagger into its sheath on the knife belt strapped diagonally across his chest. His lips pressed into a white slash of annoyance and he tugged at the belt as if it was the leather’s fault. He took a deep breath, held it in for a moment, profanity collecting silently in his head, and rubbed his brow as if warding off a headache that wasn’t there. An exaggerated flex of the fingers on both hands, a heavy sigh, and then the fifth and final dagger was in the belt.

The guns were next. They weren’t a matching set, but he’d lifted them from victims -one a petty thug and another a security guard- so he could hardly have expected the previous owners to be carrying identical hardware. He figured the bullets he’d collected wouldn’t mind, and so neither would he.

Knives gathered. Guns loaded and holstered. He looked toward the coat and grimaced. A long coat to cover the weapons made practical sense, but he hated the connections it would have, the assumptions it came loaded with. He despised the ideas some slow-minded reporter would likely have about his intentions, his reasons, the excuses the law and the media would make. It stopped him momentarily, but in the end he rationalized that he’d survive it. He’d have a chance to set it all right. He was tired of the wrong voices always being heard, the loud majority grabbing attention and all the victories.

Coat and boots on, he checked his body in the mirror from various angles to assure himself that the weapons were hidden well enough. No give aways, no obvious bulges, no barrels in view, both ammo and knife belt concealed.

Then he looked at his face in the mirror.

Fear. Uncertainty. Doubt. A stranger in strange clothes with no smile, shaking lower lip, trembling hands with no real gun training outside of a few stray shots and shooting ranges. He gritted his teeth together to focus on the anger, the hate, but watched a tear fall from one of his wet eyes and heard a sound come out of his mouth that wasn’t in any language but spoke to every ear with a message. The wrong message.

So he grabbed the black ski mask and pulled it on. His face was gone. Wet eyes didn’t betray him. The mask looked ready. The weapons and the armor were ready. He was ready.

Trevor left the deserted rest room he’d scouted several nights in advance and moved toward the target. All of the targets.





|-Broken Again-|
Trevor
Novice Vampire
Dragon Bloodline
DH | RPO - Room Staff
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

Trevor walked the dark back alleys just like he’d done in the three weeks of nights leading up to this one. It was all part of the greater plan, and he had to make sure it went down that way. He’d picked these alleys carefully, after choosing the target with even greater scrutiny than his path to it. He’d walked these alleys, always checking against the unexpected, watching and noting every pattern in the lives of those who passed through and near. These were empty alleys in a lonely city. Dead passages inside a labyrinth of dead people.

It was difficult to understand that if you weren’t paying attention, if you gave in to the illusion, if you were as desperate as the rest of them for it all to mean something.

The sounds of the city were everywhere, a cacophony of delusion with no sense of direction. Your mind plays tricks on you if you let it.
As he walked the streets, Trevor fought to keep his focus on the goal ahead. He ignored the sirens that hinted of a desperate authority figure trying to save something that’s beyond saving, the soft sounds that gave away to vampire ears what must have been a cat stalking about overhead, the mix of music heard from various venues that exchanged leads just slightly along the way, someone yelling for attention, another of anger at a break up, another moaning with lust. A secret city revealed to vampire ears, and yet tonight that door he knew was just a couple dozen feet ahead was all that earned his attention, was the only story of any value to the young, novice vampire wrapped in leather, violence and pent up rage.
Trevor turned the corner and the alley opened up into the wider section that was the back alley of his target, the rusted edged of its emergency fire exit door now in sight. He took a deep breath, let it out in a slow soft hush of words that he summoned to urge himself forward. To get it done. “Come on Trevor… You’re ready. Do this… Do it now.”

“You’re not at all what I was expecting, for real though.”

The male voice came from behind and slightly above him, and that put everything back into the here and now.





|-Broken Again-|
Trevor
Novice Vampire
Dragon Bloodline
DH | RPO - Room Staff
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

Trevor turned to face the voice with such speed and adrenaline that he could have dodged a bullet that had already been fired. His stance was wide, arms spread, eyes dilated. His skin tingled, and though he needed no oxygen the sensation of being entirely devoid of breath lingered with him from a past life. For a moment he was disoriented, even dizzy, his body tingled and only in the last did his thoughts go to his knives, his guns.

But the intruder didn’t have a gun, and their stance was anything but combat-ready. The man looked to be in his mid twenties but Trevor’s senses, heightened by the fight-or-flight of the suddenness of it, could tell the figure was another vampire, and that this other vampire was older than himself. They didn’t hold a weapon, but a three quarters emptied bottle of vodka swung from two fingers and a thumb of one hand.
The stranger had wild hair; black roots for the first inch near the skull, but just about a foot more of his locks were all platinum blonde with neon blue tips and were spiked and woven in and through one another in such a way that to Trevor they resembled the rising flames of a white-hot fire. A light gray wool scarf spiraled up his neck to reach his chin from a charcoal grey gothic-styled front strap vest with criss-crossing hemp straps that ran back and forth up the center, laced through thick bronze metal hoops. Beneath the elaborate vest clung a form-hugging long-sleeved fishnet shirt; his pants were dark grey and from dozens of hoops, zippers and pockets haphazardly sown into them hung long lengths of thin silver chain that spiraled around his legs where he wanted them to, and drew back around or hung loose where he preferred.The irises of both his eyes were a strange white, though Trevor could tell they were contacts. Heavy black and silver boots hung unlaced from his feet, just over the edge as he reclined casually on the open ledge from where he regarded Trevor with a scrutinizing, cocky smile.

Trevor was as caught off-guard by the man’s appearance as he was his unexpected presence. As the younger vampire tried to catch up with what was happening, taking it all in, he barely managed a weak “What?”

“I said, I wasn’t expecting this,” the stranger gestured vaguely at Trevor. “Dip out for bottle, grab some quiet in the back, catch signals of a hyped up vamp, get curious cause I know that blood and then, well… tada… strange vamp in a ski mask. Raises questions, and then probably more questions. You said your name is Trevor huh?”





|-Broken Again-|
Trevor
Novice Vampire
Dragon Bloodline
DH | RPO - Room Staff
[Alley]
{ -Is in the Darken Alley-}
says to Everyone:

Trevor swallowed. Damn. “Uh…Why?”

The stranger chuckled, gave another winning smile and managed to sip some vodka through it. “What and why, two of the W’s already. Impressive stuff, for real. I thought you were Tyler, to be level with you. True, I should have expected he’d be a whole lot of a bigger whammy than you’re letting loose, but to be real with you? I’m getting a lot more Tyler from you than the guy playing face in front of the cameras. Weird how a little authority can wreck a guy, take him from teeth to talk.” He looked Trevor over as he downed another shot, tapped the backs of his boots against the wall below him. “You’re his then, yeah? New baby vamp of the big guy?”

Trevor gritted his teeth. “I’m not a baby.”

The stranger smiled all the more, but nodded. “Yeah brother, sorry. I hated that bullshit back in my time too. Though you gotta give it up that lurking back alleys and storming around town in a ski mask don’t exactly send a message of deep and deliberate self-awareness. Are those really guns at your waist?”





|-Broken Again-|
Trevor
Novice Vampire
Dragon Bloodline
DH | RPO - Room Staff
[Alley]
{ -Is in the Darken Alley-}
says to Everyone:

Trevor’s mind was racing, trying to find a thread to grab, a path toward reason. A way out and, unexpectedly, a way in. His thoughts were leap-frogging all over the place, as much priority being given to ridding his night of the intruder as he felt about seeking affirmation. He was on the right path. If he had to send a message strong enough to change a city, surely he had what it took to sway a peacock-looking gothic punk who looked about his own age (ignoring the energy difference between them, and what Trevor might later admit felt like a remarkable gap between their true time spent walking the world).

“I’m wearing the mask cause I need it for what I plan to do. And yeah, these are guns.” Trevor’s first words helped him overcome the initial surprise. His posture strengthened, he tilted his head back a bit and met the other vampire’s eyes. “This city needs a few less talkers, a lot more teeth, so how about we leave off before I pull a couple triggers and send a message in your direction?”

The stranger measured Trevor a moment, nodded a bit, raised the bottle to down more vodka. “Ok brother, hold up a second for me okay?” He pulled himself forward and dropped slowly down from the ledge, now on the ground in the same wide alley as Trevor. “That message of yours sounds important. And those guns sound like we can have a bit of fun. So go for it…” He took several steps toward Trevor who quickly moved a hand under his coat to touch the handle of a gun. Now they were just a couple paces apart. “Level that barrel at my forehead, pull its trigger, and splatter my brain all over the wall behind me. I won’t stop you… sounds like a real blast. Send that message of yours in brains and blood, for real though.”





|-Broken Again-|
Trevor
Novice Vampire
Dragon Bloodline
DH | RPO - Room Staff
[Alley]
{ -Is in the Darken Alley-}
says to Everyone:

For a moment, Trevor just stared at the other vampire. They were both still, quiet, and only when the stranger lifted the vodka to his lips to casually take another drink was Trevor driven to pull the gun, draw back the hammer, and point it directly at the stranger’s forehead.

The strangers face seemed to light up, excitement in his eyes, a playful grin on his lips. He straightened up as if presenting himself an easy target, and moved both hands behind him (Trevor momentarily wondered if he was trying to put his body between the gun and the bottle of vodka). “So do I get to see the face of the messenger, or are we all secrets and mystery today?”

Trevor swallowed. “See my face?” The stranger nodded. Trevor’s mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. He felt a flutter in his stomach, his chest tightened. He poked his tongue into his cheek as he thought: was this vampire able to survive his head getting blown off? Could they do that? His mind raced for answers, and he hoped for any interruption to avoid answers he couldn’t summon, and answers he didn’t like. “I’m going to shoot you. In the head.”

“Yeah brother. We’ve established that. Make your own kinda music, man. Boom! Brains! For real though.”





|-Broken Again-|
Trevor
Novice Vampire
Dragon Bloodline
DH | RPO - Room Staff
[Alley]
{ -Is in the Darken Alley-}
says to
to Everyone:

The guy’s reaction was dumb. So stupid it felt to Trevor like blatant disrespect and he suddenly couldn’t think of anything he’d like to do more than to just shoot that smile away. Those fake white eyes, stupid perfect teeth, get the asshole’s own gore all over his ridiculous digs. The message would read that Trevor was serious; that the perfect lie of passivity and delusions of peace could so easily be shattered for human and vampire both, the truth written in violence, blood, brain and bone all over the walls that so tenuously hold the city up. He looked down the barrel like he’d done before, felt the pressure of his finger on the trigger, saw his target.

Trevor saw the face of some guy. A stranger in strange clothes with a smile.

He moved his head, shifted his gaze a little away from the gun, no longer looking down the barrel though he kept it leveled at the other vampire’s forehead. “Who are you?”

“Oh sure, I don’t get to see your face but you get my whole life story? Bum deal, for real.”

“Shut up! Your name. Now!” Trevor’s head moved back, looking down the barrel again.

“Lighten up, brother. It’s Sepher.”

The arm holding the gun dropped slowly, without Trevor even being aware. He was suddenly holding a breath he didn’t need, and yet it felt like there was no oxygen left in the alley. Trevor’s other arm went to his stomach and he locked eyes with the stranger - with Sepher. Gun hanging limply from a hand at his side, he held so still he may have been instantly turned to stone. His voice was quiet, desperate, when it finally came. “You knew Nathan...”

Sepher glanced to a side, then back at Trevor. “Yeah.”

Trevor couldn’t stand. His legs gave way and he fell back to a sitting position, one leg bent in front of him. He released the gun, reached up and pulled the ski mask up and away from his face. He made a low sound as he drew in a desperate breath, felt everything rise in him and pour out through his eyes in streams he couldn’t stop. Here was a lifeline. A connection to what was, a promise that things might start making some sense. It was equally liberating and terrifying to have a window through the wall of his own meticulous design. This witness of an unrecorded past was like a lifting of a veil that few people dared even talk about and Trevor had so, so many questions.

Sepher moved to him, lowered himself to the ground to sit cross-legged directly in front of him. He held the bottle out to Trevor who, after a moment of finding himself, downed most of what was left. He moved a hand to the younger vampire’s shaking shoulders, gave a gentle comforting pat, then accepted the vodka back and drank the last two shots from the bottle in one go. A long moment of silence passed, only broken at times by quiet sobs, and finally Sepher spoke.
“So… Trevor…uh… who’s this ‘Nathan’ exactly?”
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Temporary Rps / New Stranger in Town
« Last post by Enelya on August 26, 2017, 01:15:29 pm »
(08/26/17-[11:26:19] )
:: [ Sex and Candy ]::
Sydney Taylor Acostus
That’s Ms. Growly to you!
Mod Level 2 – Wolf | Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH|RPO - Room Staff

says to Everyone: - It had been a long summer the pack was coming together for another full moon arrival with in the weeks. Nick and Mitch were out in the city most days or nights. The rogue numbers had increased over the past few months. James had cooled his heels on the relationship with Sydney leaving the time or moments sparse. Now it came down to one of those moments, that left her wondering if he and Nick had got into it again or if and Declan did. The men in the pack were more trouble than worth half the time she thought. Nick and Syd went back to the times when she was first attacked and starting out as the new wolf in the house. Sam, Nick’s on and off again booty called always hated or saw Syd as competition, never getting the concept that Nick and Syd were best friends, or more like family. They always had that connection. the one that proved they would always have each other’s back.

Memories flooded her mind while she sat on the bar stool of Carmines, trying to get a new dancer to learn a routine on the floor. The girl had no moves it would seem, trying to explain to her how to work the pole was far more of a challenge then it should have been. Setting the drink upon the bar top and thanking the tender whose name she had already forgot. Moving with careful ease she stepped up on the stage. Her little black shorts, with the black and pink lace up corset was set off by the 5 inch stilettos. The long blond locks flowed along her back freely while emerald orbs pierced the other girl with a look of distain for not being able to follow instruction. Stepping up to the pole she called out to the mixer and gave him a song she wanted to hear. “Now sweety watch, one more time I am going to show you how to work the pole and play with it like it’s the best toy you have ever had”. Syd said with a ring of annoyance to her tone. Her metaphysical beast on edge, a sign of a full moon or agitation. Something she was good at controlling now. Months before it was a much more stable condition. Today it was on edge of ripping someone’s throat out. Shields were in place, she had reigned herself in tight, would not greet a damn soul, not even the pard chic she was training. She felt the girls energy and knew what she was a bit stronger it didn’t bother Syd much. Cause Sydney knew her own power and how to manage herself.

Shaking out her blonde tresses she turned, facing the pole, her right leg pressed against the cool metal with a bent knee, her left leg giving about a good pace or two to show a nice up side down v, rolling along the curves of those sun kissed thighs, along the back of her calves down to the heels. Long slender digits locked around the pole, the music starting, had hips undulating, sending her swaying right to left, before a full dip, sending that firm ass high in the air..

(08/26/17-[11:53:43] )
:: [ Sex and Candy ]::
Sydney Taylor Acostus
That’s Ms. Growly to you!
Mod Level 2 – Wolf | Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH|RPO - Room Staff

says to Everyone: - It felt a bit strange to be hanging on to the pole after such a long time of it. She had only done this back a few years ago for the fun of it. With what, her being a Model, Owner of her own modeling agency, and a Senators daughter. She was living the dream of most blood thirsty Americans. Her only problems in life to many should be what vacation resort should she go to to get away from everyone else. That wasn’t the case with her. She had her own issues. Mostly revolving around the men in her Life.

First in line was Mitch, her Ulfric or better known as the Pack Leader. He was firm, decent, fair, and had some redeeming qualities. Also, came with a Lupa on his Arm, his Mate Sheridan. Both were very good at leading and Sydney learned to stop telling both to simply go fuck themselves. Call her bias she is.. However, she had never found Mitch to be attractive or even a glimpse of ooh I want to tap that.. Nah he was just the older more annoying brother, you walked by in the kitchen and punched in the arm.

Leading into the Second Male of importance in her life Nick Curtis, also known as Nick “The Trick” Curtis, who at the time she had showed up in the house about 8 or 9.. hell could even be as far as 10 years now, had met out of pure run of luck. Everyone else had deemed her the moment she walked in, including Nick’s former Lady at the time as a nobody who would end up dead long before ever learning the ropes. Well surprise bitches Sydney showed you.. Anyways. Nick and Syd had drawn a bond, a close friendship that led many of times into the brother sister stance of things where no matter what Syd had always taken Nick’s side, backed him, even would stand by him, even if the ass was wrong she still defended him. For he always stood up for her. So, They were the watchers for each other.

Which brings us to the third person. James, a man who she had a relationship with. One that had taken shape after the kidnapping and both her former Alpha trainer and Nick were battling it out as to how to deal with her on what had happened. How to actually pull her back from the edge of completely losing it all and going rogue. James had stepped in and sent Mitch, Nick, and Declan off. Telling them that he had this and would put her back together. Well he had, with it came a heated relationship in which both beast and woman were sated in ways she had not had in so long. Then came the dry cold spell of late, where touching her felt like ice running through them. She finally snapped and asked him to back off and leave her alone. Nick and James hated each other.. cause of Nick’s old Lady love, being the center of that mess. Leaving us with Declan.

Declan was her Alpha Trainer who got assigned to babysit and show her the ropes, help push her boundaries and work through things. Nothing ever happened between them, she and he were simply just friends. She had a lot of Respect for Declan, even enjoyed paling around with him like a kid sister. Joking, cutting up and the constant pushing was healthy. He was in love with Carmen.. But since the Kidnapping a few years back, well shit had a way of shattering before ever coming back together and Syd found herself looking at that pole and simply giving into the moment.

Body wrapping around the cold metal, while eyes closed, hands slide over the smooth surface, thrusting her pelvic into it. Her back bending shoving the nice sized D’s in a tight little corset to beg for attention from anyone who would be watching. Heart beating, and a calm washing over her in the moment of fatal tears ready to surface. Pulling herself back up to meet the cool rod, she shifted rolling her hips in a sideways rock, the sounds of a clap roared to life and eyes flew open. Turning on those heels sharply she tilted her head, sniffing the air with out seeming to. The taste it left on her tongue, she scent, had sent shivers along her spine as she met the cold black irises of the dead. “Can I help you?” She called. Watching the man as he moved with grace and skill. Gliding as though floating through the bar around them. The girl she was training moved to Syd’s side, the tender and dj had taken up flank, for a Vamp to walk into a Lycan place was certainly asking for trouble.
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Temporary Rps / :: April 16 2017 :: Sydney, Nick, Carson, Sileena Part 2
« Last post by Seth on May 02, 2017, 08:02:27 pm »
Starring:
... just the quick and dirty for now, I'll fill this in later...

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}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
[Carmine Complex]
{- is at or near the General access to the Carmine Complex: -} says to Everyone:

“So you haven’t met her yet?” Nick felt his fist clench at his side. “That’s reassuring…” Sarcasm was not particularly useful right now but with Carson spoon-feeding him information and with Neala at his side - the warmth of her skin bleeding through the material of his blazer - he was finding it hard not to be on edge.

He wanted to be inside, then, instead of in this entrance way. Wanted to be in the spacious interior of the venue so that he could give himself some breathing space. Usually, he’d want to let the wolf in him out, let that hot energy spread around and fill the room, but in this case, he wouldn’t dare. No offense, Carson, but that wouldn’t be to spare your delicate sensibilities. This time it would be because he couldn’t trust what his metaphysical wolf would get up to around the redheaded beauty and her delicious presence.

Carson checked his phone, and Nick turned his head to fix Neala’s bright green eyes with an unflinching stare. “I need you to behave,” he stated, voice barely even a whisper, even though all parties would hear it easily if they wished. Her smile broadened brightly in response. It didn’t make him feel any better.

The fix was in, the message clear. Here would not be the venue. Not if they wanted to play nicey-nicey with the mystery lady. Outside sounded good though. Even better, perhaps. The truth came unexpectedly then, Carson’s revelation (and the lead up to it) ensuring he had Nick’s full attention. He’d known Carson was looking for his sister, had known back when he’d had the emotional mix-up with Emmaline at the house, had known since in the back of his mind but had let it reside there. Carson wasn’t the type to openly refer to such things in passing. But now, his intent was clear. He wanted to find her, he needed to find her, and this was his chance.

”Then let’s go, Carson,” he could only imagine how much this would be eating the man up inside. “Let’s find out what she knows.”

He started for the door, pulling free from Neala’s contact for a moment, funny how that helped him breathe more freely. “Wait, Nick, Detroit?” her voice caught up with him. “Isn’t that your old stomping ground?”

”It is,” Nick looked back at her, and then to Carson. “So if she’s there…” he hesitated, regretted the ‘if’. “We’ll find her, Carson. Provided this isn’t a trap.” Yeah, he went there Cheery fucker that he is.



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Moderate-Level 1
DH|IR
[Carmine Complex]
{- is at or near the General access to the Carmine Complex: -}
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

As much as Carson might have hoped everyone had forgotten what had happened back in the beginning of 2012, he knew it wasn’t something the pack would easily let slip.

*********
2012
It had all began with a trip to a hospital, and a helpful woman named Brenda who’d had no idea what she’d started when she’d told a desperate man that a woman named Emmaline Grey had records with them; the hospital even had her phone number. The ages made sense, Emmaline’s records said 23 and by Carson’s count his sister would be 24 in 2012. And the last name, a switch from Marrik to Grey, that could easily be a false name - and certainly one he knew his kid sister might have used.
He could remember the desperation that rushed him to trying to reach out to her, the fear, anguish all mixed with hope when he learned that the woman was at the pack house, recalling how it felt to believe she was so close and yet possibly just as cursed as he was. A monster, but at least they’d have each other.
He remembered exactly the day he’d run into the pack house, ignored all the signs that the woman wasn’t who he thought she was. She didn’t have Emma’s scent. Not his Emma. And the resemblance wasn’t there. But in that moment, when enough of the clues added up to a maybe, to a single hope, a light after years of darkness, he had clung to her not caring what anyone thought, what anyone did, and despite all he might have known to be true. She had not been his sister. It was a defeat that had nearly destroyed him.
*********

But it hadn’t. He’d kept going. He’d made new allies, and together they’d discovered new trails, information that would have taken him many years, decades to uncover. If he’d gone it alone he didn’t doubt that he’d have met with disappointment in the end. But if he’d learned anything working with Tyler, it was that the vampire didn’t accept failure as an option. If the master of the city hadn’t given up on some big werewolf that held no power in Orlando, then how could Carson have done anything but push forward. Do what it takes. Do all that it takes.

Carson knew that drive, that unwavering mission to find her, was what Nick was sensing now. It would be more powerful than any doubt, any concern for his own well-being, any threat that might lie in some woman he hadn’t met.
After all, the voice behind the message had been one Tyler told him was coming to help. She was part of finding his sister. She was here. It was almost all that mattered.

Years ago it would have been all that mattered.
But right now any creature with an ounce of empathy would understand that something else lay behind Carson’s words, his body language, the look he was giving the two werewolves, and especially Nick. He winced at the “if”, sure, but it was the latter doubt that, curiously, forced a response from the man who’d once had no other goal than to find a young girl who’d gone missing over a decade ago.
“You don’t have to do this, Nick. None of you do. Not your wolves, not your… friends…” he tried not to stumble on word choice as he glanced to the lovely woman at Nick’s side. “But I’ll owe you.” He swallowed, put a big hand on the other man’s shoulder. “I’ll owe you everything and more.”
Carson would wait to hear Nick out, take in every word spoken, and so long as there really was nothing else holding up the move to outside, he’d take the lead. Perhaps, in his mind, he wanted any risks in this being on his shoulders and not to fall on Nick and his allies if he had any say in it. If Nick let him, he’d lead the group through the exit and toward the moon.



Sileena
NPC | Snake | Alpha 3
DH|RPO Room Moderator
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

She had walked the path toward the moon, leaving Carmine and a trail of her scent behind. The voices outside the Complex grew distant. Beneath her feet, pavement and concrete quietly gave way to nature. She concentrated for a moment on what she needed, licked her lips, a slow wet circle, tasted wood in the air, a lake. Less people, and where they were they were further away.
She knew they would follow.
She continued on toward the lake, its surface a black mirror, water still a little warm from the day gone by, a hundred unseen places to hide things in the dark beneath the still surface.



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
says to [Forced into the Hunt] C:

Of course he didn’t have to do this, and he was sure if Neala didn’t want to do it she’d make that very clear - if not in words, then certainly in her actions - but regardless, they both followed you out of the club. Security acknowledged the two owners of the club leave with the other werewolf and reported out back to Ronson. It hadn’t been part of what he’d known of the arrangements…but Nick was a big boy, Ronson had to figure he could handle himself, especially with the fiery little minx at his side. She’d have his bollocks if he referred to her as such. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

”Yer friend should be careful who he in-debts himself tae,” Neala spoke quietly, her voice wrapping around him like silk. How she did that, he’d never know.

”It’s a matter of trust - and he’s trusting us not to take advantage of that.”

She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Ah’m not sure which of you boy scouts is more adorable.” She walked ahead of Nick, catching up with Carson at the front, and Nick just watched her. If Syd had come; if she hadn’t been taking Saleetia home…this would have been so much easier. Wouldn’t it?

He shook his head, kept close, eyes and other senses drinking in our surroundings as we distanced ourselves from the complex, left the semblance of safety that the main road provided and crossed over the barren surrounding, rife for development, before finding the thin patch of trees that would lead us towards Long Lake, and further into a wooded area, if we kept along this route. His shields lowered, enough to heighten his senses, but not so much as to give away the power of his presence. Anything that was watching them out there would know they were here, anyway. No point in hiding - but then no point in giving away too much.



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Moderate-Level 1
DH|IR says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

Carson was a few paces ahead of them when they first walked out through the door and took to the direction the message had demanded. And that was exactly what it was, a demand. The woman was well on her way to starting all of this on the wrong path entirely, and it wasn’t making Carson feel any better about what was happening. It wasn’t the start of his questioning her motives, the nature of her role in this endeavor, but it sure as hell didn’t pave the way for an amiable, cooperative relationship. If Nick was thinking on trust, and Sileena was focused on gaining an advantage, Carson was just 6’4” of genuine concern: for Nick, Neala, Emma,and even Tyler.
Where does a vampire disappear to for months? How would this be going down if he were here, if he hadn’t chosen Sileena, if he hadn’t had to? This was the beginning of an endeavor that was his best chance to finally saving lives, and not just Emma’s. Carson was keenly aware that he hadn’t asked as many questions as maybe he should have, that he’d depended on Tyler’s being here. That he’d let the vampire take the risks, take the lead, and -if he was being honest with himself- left his own responsibilities almost entirely on the vampire for nearly a year now while he let himself be okay. He’d found a place to get comfortable, to knock down walls he’d built up, to take pleasures where he could get them, to even start thinking about calling this place home, these people friends, and maybe one day make a family. But right now he realized all of that hinged on one thing: finding Emma. Rescuing his kidnapped sister. Succeeding in Detroit where Tyler’s own men had already failed. Twice.
And the woman waiting for them, somewhere ahead, in a place she’d chosen knowing they’d be off their own turf, outside their comfort zone, among those few friends that a stranger had allowed them? She was one of Tyler’s too.

And she’s a shifter.
Carson could smell the scent and knew it wasn’t human. There was human blood somewhere in its essence, sure, but that wasn’t all. There was a mix of the familiar with more stuff that wasn’t. He stopped for a moment, becoming immediately aware of the woman joining his side. He gave her a questioning look as he sniffed at the air, only continuing onward if they would give no sign against it.



Sileena
NPC | Snake | Alpha 3
DH|RPO Room Moderator
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

She sat near the lake with the trees at her back. Her legs crossed, hands in her lap, back straight, looking almost like the popular image of a mystic meditating. The black bodysuit she wore gave her full mobility. She wore it when she needed to know her choice of wear would not restrict her movement in any way, and could be quickly discarded if the need arose.
The water was nearby. She heard its gentle sounds. She licked her lips, a wet ring, and waited for their arrival. She wasn’t hidden, but the bulk of her power was. She stretched briefly, her back and shoulders shifted and slipped as if unhindered by joints, sockets, the limitations of a wholly human body long ago abandoned. Her nature had given her control over her body that no human being could match, that other types of shapeshifters would envy, and yet long years of training had far surpassed even that. Her body was her weapon. She knew exactly how to protect it, and how to strike with it.
She would be sitting there still when the others came into view, her eyes following them, no words spoken until they were close enough that a short run and a pounce would bring her to them. When they were near she would rise in such a way as to appear entirely fluid, a sudden straightening of her body, her head rising from low to eye level all in one motion, as cleanly as the single, smooth and whole form of a snake rising just before a strike and yet seeming not to move at all.



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti LunaeDH:RPO - Room Staff
says to ~A Kiss That Says Goodby:

It was a humid night and being amongst the trees only served the emphasize that. Neala had fallen into step with Carson with her usual grace and effortlessness, even as the ground grew softer below them, even as her heels began to sink into the dirt. She didn’t touch the big tall figure next to her even though her closeness was tangible, except for once, when she stopped briefly, mumbling “here,” before laying a hand on his arm to steady herself (unnecessarily, one might add) as she bent neatly at the waist, one leg extending and tore a long slit in the pencil skirt. “tha’s better,” she quipped, “Thankin’ you.”

Behind the two of you, Nick was both amused, and trying not to react to the long expanse of leg that she had unleashed. Fucking nightmare, really.

Something changed then, and Nick and Neala both stopped moving forward, a tension in both of their forms, a readiness for…whatever. She tipped her head and nudged her nose in a certain direction and Nick’s attention followed her guidance to the figure that was rising up smoothly from the ground by a tree up ahead. Nick tried his own nudge of the head, suggestion she go wide to the right and he would take left, as though they were hunting together, but…Neala started out from Carson’s side, striding forward in a glide towards the bodysuit clad woman and only stopping a couple of metres from her, nostrils flaring, although there was nothing angry in her demeanour. “This is less dangerous?” She posited, making it seem almost like a polite query.

”Neala…” Nick’s voice was deep and rumbly again, feeling like he was using this tone more than usual tonight. Neala kept looking at the woman, measuring her up, but taking no further action as of yet. Nick neared, but did not come as close as Neala had. “You’re friends with Tyler?” This question was, at least, genuinely curious and unthreatening, even if it did have that teasing of cautiousness. “if so, we have some catching up to do.”



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Moderate-Level 1
DH|IR
says to Everyone:

The heat and humidity clung to Carson, his thin shirt hugging his form, outlining heavy musculature gained through a combination of good genes, strict adherence to a demanding exercise regiment, and a decade of fighting when he’d much rather have just survived. That, and finding Emma, anyway.

It was only her brief touch that made it past his total focus on what lay ahead; it took that just to make the worry and doubt cut back even a bit, and when it did he became very much aware of the woman and the wolf.
It wasn’t just her metaphysical energy, the wolf under her perfect skin, it was the way her body caught and captured attention. A hand on a shoulder, a careful pose, the reveal when a long slit was torn, and her deliberate words and their delivery. Neala was a beautiful woman. A commanding presence in her own right. She’d be aware of Carson’s glances, his slowed pace, his shifting focus - even if momentary. Anyone watching would be aware. He wasn’t the sort to hide it.
He gave her a smile as he lent his shoulder. “My pleasure, ma’am. Happy to oblige.” The smile was friendly, but an (unintended?) shine in his eye conveyed something more from an interested man to an interesting woman.

And then it all changed again. A moment ended with an awareness, and Carson caught the gestures, possibly some of the intention, between the two with him. And so Neala’s sudden departure from what may have been intended left Carson slowly catching up a moment later, even as Neala closed on Sileena first. And then Nick was there too, Carson took to his side. And after the others had talked, Carson tried to do better what the snake had possibly soured.

“I’m thankful for what you’re doing. Tyler said we could all trust one another. I’m glad we could meet… here.”



Sileena
NPC | Snake | Alpha 3
DH|RPO Room Moderator
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

She met the eyes of the woman who took lead. “Yes,” was her response. Short. Matter of fact. But she had looked the woman over. And the men. Their scent was a taste in the air. She had their measure, or at least a start.
When the smaller wolf man spoke it was to bark a command. The woman wolf stopped, waited for word, but it wasn’t submission. Not that. The smaller man asked a question, she considered it. The benefit of posing as friends. It carried obligations, too much effort, better a simple truth. “Not friends. He’s paying me. A lot.”
Finally the bigger wolf spoke. His voice was the one on the phone. This was Carson. The other was Nick, then. The woman may be one of several based on the heat coming from the men. Carson’s approach was easiest to follow on, so she did. But it was the other two whose messages were more important. Communication with them was key. But that would come.
“Tyler said a great many things. Most of that changed. None of you have heard from him?”



}. Nick Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to ~A Kiss That Says Goodby:

It was a completely different thing to watch Neala as it was to watch the woman who bore the trio’s collective focus. You didn’t have to look too carefully to see Neala’s chest rise and fall, to see her muscles flex and relax in her arms and calves, to get that sense that she was alive and in tune with the woods that we had entered into - would be in tune with any forest, with grace, yes, but with that wildness and her vivacity heating her blood.

The woman was alive, but cold somehow, and her stillness was stark, and yet… And yet she was not at odds with these surroundings, it was more like…she blended in, and would wait, poised to attack, deadly and fast.

Nick stayed his distance and silently wished Neala would keep hers. Knew better than to try and tell her that. “And if somebody was to pay you more…?”

She directed the focus of her gaze, at least, on Carson, a suggestion of some recognition of him as the point of contact. Perhaps he just seemed more approachable. The scent of her in his nostrils was tantalisingly close to recognisable. Suggested reptilian? There were Weresnakes, and Werecobras…he’d heard of them but never come across one. It wasn’t everyday he got to meet a new form of lycan. Joy.

”There hasn’t been a peep since he up and left,” he chose to go along with this, hoping for more information. “He’s had no less incentive to be around, that I know of. So something’s very much going against the grain of expectation…The question is, what do we do about it?” He wanted to ask what this had to do with Detroit and with Carson’s sister, but that was still processing in his mind. Did that relate to Tyler’s situation? Or was that something else entirely. Carson had presented this information together, as if they were somehow linked. Nick just wanted to know how.



Sydney Taylor Acostus
That’s Ms. Growly to you!
Mod Level 2 – Wolf | Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH|RPO - Room Staff
[Vehicle]
{-Is driving down a street}
says to Everyone:

- She had gotten Saleetia back in one piece even spoke to Mitch about the girl and what had transpired at the club. Though she hated leaving Nick there alone especially after promising to have a good night or was it he was supposed to show her one. Either way the little minx had shrugged her shoulders to the thought and headed back for the door after being sure Sal was seen to and a bedroom given. Stopping short as James came in the door smelling like that of sex and another woman Syd gave him a knowing smile and continued on. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling him towards her for a kiss and she placed a hand up and spoke. “You smell foul” Was all she would say as he released his grip on the upper bicep. Leaving her to head back to the car. She wasn’t mad or even upset, it was what he wanted, how he and Nick were alike in that gaming field that kept her pulling away from those types of beings. Long legs, a killer body, blonde hair that rocked such dark embers yeah she knew what she had and the self esteem to go with it? SO why the fuck was she pining after a lost cause and seeing a man with commitment issues? Cause she was no better than them in the ranks of what she wanted. She was much older than her 21 she was when she first turned. She had come along way and knew what it was she wanted. Moving with the air of fuck that she slipped behind the wheel of her car once more. Sent a text off to Nick asking if he was still at the club cause he owed her a night of fun before putting the little two seater into gear and headed out.

The radio blared while she drove, though she did wonder some how a few members were and if they would be around come the 10th of the month for the full moon. Carson had been one, she hadn’t seen much since the fight or brawl two months back that broke. Hadn’t asked how he was and if he had been ok after taking on some of the unruly pack mates. Though she did think that was kind of him or was it brave of him to stick to the underdogs in the match. Either way she would soon find out. Hell she might hijack someone’s phone and get his number.. How to get Nick’s phone… Simply ask for it.




Sydney Taylor Acostus
That’s Ms. Growly to you!
Mod Level 2 – Wolf | Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH|RPO - Room Staff
[Vehicle]
{-Is driving down a street}
says to Everyone:

- There was no feed back by the time she reached the club to indicate Nick was still there. A thought would raise through her troubled mind wondering about that call he had gotten and just what mess he was in. A low growl escaped her lips as she shook her head and continued to drive passed Carmines, well actually she had to turn around somewhere or she would be hell who knows. Though she did know of a few other out of the way bars, that catered to their kind, even allowed those of the pack to come and hang for a night or two.

So with her heel to the petal she made her way along the darken street, heading back away from the city she would take a detour North around I-4 and its parking lot. The Attractions had let out by now leaving her with a little bit of that traffic on the back roads of actual people of Orlando so when she had to hit her breaks a few times so people could turn off she was alright with it. Hitting the I-4 well after all the attractions and the down town mob house she would swing up towards the I-95 heading towards Daytona. They had some pretty sweet fucking clubs to hit and most stayed open all night. Even the Chip and Dales of the behind the scenes though tonight she simply wanted a drink at the bar to sorta relax. It took her a good 45 minutes to reach the place in which held her attention pulling off i-95 at the 400 she took it straight to US-1 until she saw the exit for the I-92 which would dead in to A1A. South Atlantic Ave. Ahhhh the Ultimate beach goer if you asked her and for some it was a quiet night to hit the soft warm sands and soak her feet in the ocean.



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Moderate-Level 1
DH|IR
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

There’s a magic in the way women move that the universe has been unable to match. Any man paying attention can see the strength without rival, the cunning sharpened by ages of steeled intent and purpose, the flow of form like water and wine and all things divine. Every woman he’d ever known knew how to cast a certain spell that left the other side helpless and devoid of any purpose but utmost attention and devotion. Neala’s spell was one of captivation and command, perhaps. Sileena’s was one of diligence and determination. Both held movement as motive, every bit as deliberate as it was instinctual. And practiced.

Carson took a breath when he realized he hadn’t done it for awhile. He heard Nick ask about money, winced a little though he was as interested in the thought behind it as Nick probably was. Money. What a connection to bring to this. Nick laid out the loss of Tyler well enough for the both of them. Sileena would already know what that meant to them, at least she would if she’d been given the same directive he was. Act if there’s no word. Move if there’s no progress. Talk, if there’s no word. Meet if there’s no other choice.

When Sileena’s gaze turned to focus on him he wished it hadn’t. He had a moment of doubt toward her intentions, pushed it aside because of what this meeting meant. He wasn’t interested in her trying to poke away for information on Tyler. That could happen later. What mattered was the reveal to Nick, to whoever it took to move on Detroit. If she wouldn’t drive it forward and assume trust and cooperation all around, then he would.

“You know we haven’t, Sileena. That’s why you called me. We’re here to talk about Detroit. My sister’s there. Please… don’t delay this any longer. I said we can trust one another. I trust Nick. And if he has faith in Neala, then I vouch for her too. Tyler paid you. So you have what you wanted from this. What’s he paying you to do? Cause if you could start doing that I think my sister might not suffer longer than she needs to.”
The thought of a young, innocent girl I danger reminded him of Becky. Which in turn reminded him of Sydney and what she’d done for a young girl who was once feeling so worthless she would try to take her own life. Sydney had gotten her in touch with the modeling agency. Sydney had only ever been kind. It was odd that a thought of his sister, of regaining a family, made him think of the pack and the good people he’d met there. But he’d have time to dwell on that when Emma was in his arms.



Sileena
NPC | Snake | Alpha 3
DH|RPO Room Moderator
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

The wolves were focused on moving forward, so forward it would be. Tyler had given no restrictions on what could be shared regarding Detroit, and even if he wanted to now, too late for that. He was gone.
She had to assume the rest of the money would come. Per head, if need be. If not, she’d get out when the bill ran due.
Tyler, Carson, maybe they had their reasons for holding back. She had none. It was a job. She’d speak, her cold eyes passing over each in turn, assessing as she divulged.

“I’ve done some digging, but in truth I know what Tyler told me and little else. A collection crew working for Tyler was in Detroit on a lead about your missing sister. They found a man who claimed to know where she was, wouldn’t reveal it. The vamps could have pulled it from him, Tyler requested he ask the questions directly. They were bringing the man to him. And suddenly they weren’t. No word from ‘em. Tyler sent more men to Detroit, this time with violence in mind. Take the guy, any means necessary. No word back from that team either. But it did stir up some complications. With the wolves and the vampires there. Out-of-towners, strangers, Tyler, stirring up trouble. Readied for a fight. That approach might not work anymore. So there’s the more diplomatic approach as alternative.”
Eyes focused on Nick. “I was told Nick has connections there. And Tyler tells me the wolves are protecting the guy, might have taken out the teams. Nick has relations with the lycans there, maybe clout or a network to call on. A way in. Working things out, the talking type. A rational negotiation to yield the information we need. Both toward Emma, and on the missing from Tyler’s team. Or to say an attempt was made, at least. Because I was hired to do what he didn’t want any of you doing.”
She made barely a movement, but somehow every cell emphasized the message that followed. “If the talking doesn’t work out. I’m paid to kill so that you don’t have to.”
She drew forth a small, cloth pouch. From where would be a mystery. Two small metallic objects inside. “You choose a small group. Meant for diplomacy. Trustworthy people. Nick, Carson, I’m told you’re needed. The rest, your call. You two will keep one of these on you at all times. That way I’ll know things. And that’s good. I would go to Detroit first, just a few days ahead of you. You’d get a message when it’s go. And then, no delay, you’d go. I’d be ready. You’d… talk.”
There it was. Short and simplified. Go or no. At least, that’s the way it was for a contract like hers. “I move if you say you’re ready to move. If not, I have other contracts waiting. So…” Looks around at the faces. “Are we go?”

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Temporary Rps / :: April 16 2017 :: Sydney, Nick, Carson, Sileena, Saleetia
« Last post by Seth on April 28, 2017, 06:01:48 pm »
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}. Nick Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
[Carmine Complex]
{- is at or near the Restricted Access: Shifters Only -}
says to [Forced into the Hunt] C:

"And Nick...Thanks."

The words lingered at the end of the phone call for a longer moment that was entirely necessary, then Nick simply said, "I'll send through a name in a moment. Be safe, Carson. See you soon."

He could maybe use that moment to make a list of the oh so many ways this shit could go sidewards, but instead he figured it would take a moment to confirm whether or not the little lady coming through the door would be able to stand in on the meeting. She met the criteria, after all, and well, here she was. Syd breezed in with a timid looking Saleetia in tow, the feel of her beast struggling to keep itself together in the presence of so many others making it perfectly clear to him what had made her go running towards the exit of the club. He could tell that Sydney was helping her remain calm, and a meaningful look in the latter’s direction hopefully conveyed to her that he had seen that and was grateful of it. Syd was learning, was really coming into herself as a wolf and a pack member. He would smile, but the situation seemed to dictate otherwise. “Nick, you remember Saleetia?” There was something loaded in the way she said it, that might’ve had something to do with the timid look on Saleetia’s face.

“Of course, it’s been a while, though.”

”She’s worried it’s been too long. I told her I’d take her home, to the Pack house. I assured her that was okay.”

Ah. Nick had to think back. It HAD been a while. Saleetia had gone back when Noe was still around. Could be quite black and white, his former mate. He couldn’t recall any threats specifically but maybe Saleetia could. “That’s more than alright. It’s home. But no-one’s going to force you there if you want to stop elsewhere while you get your bearings. But, we can help you get your wolf under control - or set her free. Whichever you prefer.” He did manage a smile then.

”See,” Syd smiled too, handling the situation like a pro. “I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

”Thank you, call me when you’re done,” inside, he felt some sort’ve resignation settle in, he just didn’t realise to what, not just yet. “and Saleetia, welcome home.”

The girls left and Nick reached for his cell, opening a new message intended for Carson, who he knew would be waiting. He pondered for a moment, then sighed, starting tapping. “OK. Meet at Carmine’s Code:Red entrance. Will be there waiting,” he hesitated, felt his heart beat a little harder in his chest. “With Neala.”



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Moderate-Level 1
DH|IR
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

The drop off to Trevor was quick but it wasn’t painless. The kid asked questions, even extended a veiled threat at one point though it was cast out as a general “dangerous when bored” message. The werewolf knew well enough that vampires could well be, but the young one who had been hiding (Trevor would probably say crashing) at his apartment had spent more time watching Netflix than he did making any trouble. Unless you counted making it exceedingly difficult to take home company.
And Carson missed certain company.
He missed a werewolf. How ridiculous that would have seemed when he’d first rolled into Orlando back in May, 2013.

Almost four years ago. An old country couple, Darrell and Shelly, had offered kindness to a stranger when they’d found him hitching a ride from the side of a back road. He’d come here for a reason. And perhaps he stayed for that reason, but there’d been more added to it. Every day, every night, for four years.
Carson might be bedding up with a werewolf several nights a week, but there was a time he’d spent more time going than coming. He wasn’t much loved by werewolves before, had to put down more than a couple in self-defense or… well, when needed. He met a lot of werewolves, a lot of packs, and been met with a lot of violence, degradation, and often there lingered the threat (and sometimes acts) of forced, terribly violent subjugation.
He hadn’t experienced much of that here, and none of it since Noelle had lost her stranglehold on the Orlando pack.

And so, he was admittedly a bit bewildered to find himself wondering what reasons might bind him here when he had what he’d been looking for.
He was still chewing on that when he pulled up to Carmine, as close to the Club:Red entrance as he could get. He sat in the truck for a moment, thinking, watching the outside and imaging the inside, and then got out and walked toward the entrance. He’d ask for Nick.



}. Nick Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
says to [Forced into the Hunt] C:

‘Message Sent’, read the small digits on his phone screen. Fuck. OK. An onlooker may think it peculiar to note, when faced with some great big unknown that Carson was bringing with him, to do with the very dangerous, powerful, and very missing Master of the City with whom both he and Carson had been closely affiliated with the the past few years: some stranger with whom some grand puzzle piece could be revealed and some grave circumstance unleashed upon not only Nick & Carson but perhaps the entire city…and here Nick was, fretting about the next call he was going to have to make. To a woman. Another affiliate. His business partner.

Yeah. Peculiar.

He crossed the small distance to the desk and picked up the landline phone, a cream coloured, old-fashioned number (weren’t all landline phone a little old-fashioned?), but not old-fashioned enough that it didn’t have speed dial buttons, and he hit one of those.

She picked up on the 3rd ring. ”What have ye lost now?” Her honeyed southern Irish accent made it through even in so few works. He fought not to smile, but he’d already paused too long. “..Walt?”

”It’s Nick.”

”Awk is it now?” There was teasing there, but it didn’t last. Even she knew how improbable him calling her was - based on prior experience - and from the club especially. “What’s happened? Is somethin’ the matter?” Her business voice was always somehow less and more affected by her accent at the same time. Clearer, more efficient, and harsher.

”Nothing’s happened, but I need you here;” he inhaled slowly, filled his lungs with air and confidence. “Carson Marrick is bringing someone to meet with us, well, me - regarding Tyler. Could be a job, but it’s gotta be private and I need a wing woman for this meeting that I can trust.”

”Yer gettin sentimental on me Nicky…”




}. Nick Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
says to [Forced into the Hunt] C:

Nick he corrected her, mentally, at least. ”How fast can you be here?”

She sighed dramatically, and it fucking rippled down the line and over his skin in waves, making each of his arm hairs erect. “Ah’ll throw some clothes on, an’ ah’ll be there in 10.”

”We’ll meet in Code Red,” he stated quickly, and put the phone down before she could say anything more. He didn’t want her to have this affect on him, but his heart was skipping and his wolf was prowling around the room, as if it were agitated. That almost covered it, but not quite.

He navigated the internal staff corridors to emerge within the Code:Red bar area and made his way across the standing area towards the stage. The music venue was closed this evening, and although there were plenty of places here that could provide privacy for a meeting, something about this whole thing made Nick want space, space for…whatever could happen. He called Ronson from his phone, had the security chief make his staff aware that he was expecting guests in Code:Red, and to ensure they were allowed access. Routine checks would be good though, and a heads-up if there was anything…anything Nick should know in advance. Ronson had questions, but Nick had known he would. Let Ronson be hyper-observant, hyper-cautious. Guy knew his shit, that’s why he was here.

When Carson arrived and approached the entrance, 2 security personnel approached him, asked him his purpose. On the mention of Nick, they asked his name. They’d allow him in. Nick got a call. “There’s only one. Carson Marrick. One of yours. He’s on his way inside.”

One of yours. Wolf, he meant. ”No-one else?”

”Not yet.”

Hm. Nick approached the entrance way, where a broad but short corridor (it had girth) led between the main venue entrance and the interior of the venue. He’d meet you there as the security opened the door for you. His look would speak his words before his mouth did. “You’re alone?” Behind him, there was the clicking of heels across the hard floor of the standing area, and he inclined his head, didn’t want to look at her, not just yet. Didn’t want to feel his body react (but it already was doing). Her presence hit him like leaving an air-conditioned room on a muggy august late afternoon when the humidity descended like thick wet cloud. Wolf in his practically rolled over on it’s back. Great. Just great. United front here an’ all. Too much to ask?

”Neala,” his voice was a deep, resonant growl. “Tone it down.”

She reached him, entwining fingers to reach up and rest them uninvited upon his nearest shoulder and press her body weight idly against him…finally looking to give the arrival a once over. Her long red hair had been tied loosely back into some kind of stylish looking chignon that was held together by a wooden trinket she favoured, and her outfit was less ornate than was usual; a black blouse coupled with a deep burgundy pencil skirt that had some form of pattern in it. Each looked soft to touch, delicate. The black made her hair seem brighter, her skin seem luminous. Green eyes watched everything keenly. Carson would feel Nick’s reaction to this woman, this wolf. Probably understand it. “Hm,” she pressed ruby lips together, “Don’t believe we’ve met?”

Nick cleared his throat, and with a put-upon look that reminded him of the one he’d given Syd not so long ago, the presence of her wolf had it’s volume turned down a few notches.



Saleetia Silverblade
[WP House]
{-Is in the main Entrance of the Pack House-}
says to
to Everyone: It had taken a little driving but there we were back at the house. Syd having her say to the guys at the gate they were different then i had remembered but that was ok too every one grew and changed. even me in some ways. least i wasnt changing and shoifting on a whim . it was just the barries against others beasts that i was bad at. and that had only been because Robert was ogne. passing by the trees and the tire swing the spot Me and Ama used to sit and chat. finally i took a deep breath and walked in the door with Syd. Nick had been decent. he never was really hard hard on me but he had to keep us all in line i supposed. Less cranky yeah id say that was it he seems more content in his own skin since last i saw him. it was gonna be weird being back. it didnt take long before I heard a ceratin boot fall on the floor amoungst the questions and introductions. I then looked at the floor when I seen the one settled in the boots. I knew what was comming just by the way he leaned in the doorway.



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Moderate-Level 1
DH|IR
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:
Carson was greeted by the two security personnel as he approached and, strangely enough, he found the encounter reassuring. Security meant protection for anyone who wasn’t trouble, and Carson hardly considered himself trouble. It wasn’t until he’d been ushered past them and along his merry way that he realized he could very well be bringing trouble, whether he wanted to or not.
He would be measuring the building, hoping to get a sense of the layout and what it could all bring in terms of keeping everything under control, cause he was no stranger to having to leave a place in a hurry, and not always under the best conditions. Carson just hoped that, whatever went down tonight, he’d leave here with Nick still standing on his side of things. Strangely, he didn’t question which side he was on until the door opened for him and you were in view. He’d expected the look. Or one like it.
“I am.” Carson heard the heels, but whether that would register for him in the same way as it did for you, what with no familiarity to base it off and the sounds of the building all about, was likely due to how the lady would make her presence known. When she did, Carson understood. You weren’t alone. But he didn’t feel overwhelmed or outnumbered. Though the power if left unleashed would always trigger discomfort in him. No, he wasn’t on the defensive. At least not yet. For now, he still thought of himself as being on your side, whatever side that might be in the grander scheme. Maybe. One of the things that would be a little clearer after the night was done.
The woman got cozy with you, fast and fierce, and form-wise she was… she was captivating. Even with her reigning in on the wolf she was a force. The long red hair caught his gaze, blouse held it, and she might have gotten more attention if it weren’t for her very physical attachment to you. That and his determination to see this through. To get to the goal. Finally. But she was not something anyone could ignore. And he had no reason to want to.
Carson gave the woman a smile that spoke volumes of his deep-rooted good nature, a chivalry that not even a night, and a meeting like this could underplay. His gravelly voice, though nearly monotone by nature, was shaped by that smile. Sang of it in a most subtle way. “I don’t think we have, no. It’s Carson, ma’am.” A slight bow of the head went along with the end of that. Then his eyes went to you. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m here on… Business. I’m going to ask a favor from Nick.”



Sileena
NPC | Snake | Alpha 3
DH|RPO Room Moderator
says to Everyone:

Carson had sent the message before leaving the diner some time ago. And unlike the werewolf she hadn’t accepted distractions. Detours.
She arrived. She blended. She took it all in from the outside. A lot of bodies. A lot of eyes. Setting tipped the advantage. Potential for risk, exposure, witnesses… All unfavorable.
She watched arrivals and departures. She saw a truck. Saw a man. Heard a name at the door. Watched Carson enter. She found an inebriated man urinating against a wall. She slipped a gloved hand into a jacket, drew out a phone. She remembered Carson’s number. She sent a text.

TOO RISKY. GO OUTSIDE. WALK TOWARD THE MOON. KEEP WALKING.

Sent. Deleted history. Phone back in its pocket. Urinating man still urinating, mostly undisturbed and completely unaware.
 


Saleetia Silverblade
[WP House]
{-Is in the main Entrance of the Pack House-}
says to Everyone:
~I was nudged a bit by Syd. and I looked up He nodded towards the kitchen and asked if I ate yet shaking my head no He waved me over to the kitchen area , was that lasagana i smelled?




}. Nick Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
says to Everyone:

“Ma’am?” She echoed, blinking those big eyes of hers, bigger here because of, whatever this was she was doing. Putting on a show. “Oh, I like him,” she enthused, returning her attention to Nick. “He can stay.”

”In case you’re wondering,” Nick was trying to give off the vibe of restrained tolerance, despite the wants of his beast and body. He could remain focused. There were certainly more important things at play here. “she isn’t actively trying to be patronising,” he turned his face left to look at her. “It’s in her nature.” Her mouth, was only centimetres away. He clenched his wisdom teeth tight, making his cheekbones tighten, his jaw set. She mock-pouted and backed away, but not before letting her own gaze linger on his mouth. The fuck was she playing at?

”Aye, well we’re all here on business,” she sighed, allowing one hand to slip from Nick’s shoulder to her side. The other remained there, maintaining contact with a too-warm hand. “You had someone for us to meet?”

Nick had hardly introduced you to the lady at his side, but she seemed perfectly comfortable being here - both at his side, and in this place. Your cellphone buzzed. “Anything I need to know about your mystery guest?” he’d ask, wanting some kind’ve insight, something you’d share with him. Maybe only him. He trusted Neala, even in this situation, but he had no way to convey that trust to you, especially not with the way she was right now.




Carson Marrik
Wolf-Moderate-Level 1
DH|IR
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

Carson only grinned at her words, almost by instinct looked toward the earth before giving her a charming, charmed smile and a “Well, my thanks then” before you chipped in. All things considered, Carson wasn’t a stranger to a woman’s attention, or their teasing, but in his life he’d learned to focus even while remembering manners.
The message underlying both of your statements was clear to him, the question of who would be joining them. Carson wished he knew more, but the truth was plans with Tyler had changed, and often changed. As much as Tyler seemed to always want to be a step ahead, he also seemed a little too experienced with moving in tune with the chaos. Even if he seemed to share very little of his head space with Carson. The vampire had told the werewolf there’d be a fallback. There’d be a call if there was an absence. There’d be a third. Maybe more. They’d be effective. His cellphone had rung. Carson checked it as he responded to your question.
“We’ll both be meeting her at the same time, Nick. Tyler just told me that I’d hear from one of his if he ended up getting pulled away from Orlando for awhile. He said that if we were both committed, if we decided to go through with it, then he’d take care of the rest. He said she’d do what needed doing, to trust that we’d get the best for the job.” Carson sighed, having read the text. He knew it was her.
He thought for a moment on how to get you to comply, and struggled with it because the truth was he wanted it to go down inside Carmine as well. He’d decided on that. This was a poor way to start things off. Sileena was just making this harder on them. And him. As always, Carson just summoned up the truth and set it all out - why he’d go out there, do what she wanted, and why he was so dedicated to what would otherwise seem a risky dive into an ocean of the unknown and possibly unwise. He met your eyes, with glances to Neala as she’d be in on the same doubts as the rest of us.
“That was her, Nick. She wants us to go outside. Says this place is ‘too dangerous’. She wants us to walk toward the moon and keep walking. Likely we’ll meet her along the way. I know this is crazy. I know this is asking a lot. But Nick… Neala… this means everything to me. This is my best chance at finally being able to stop… hunting, when I don’t want to have to keep doing this. Not after 15 years of looking, searching. Cause this… I’m asking you to go to Detroit with me. Tyler tracked someone to Detroit, Nick… And this woman we’re going to meet… she’s my best chance of finding my sister.”

His eyes were wet, even as he tried to win you with words and not a break down. The man was almost winning an impossible battle. “Emma is in Detroit.”



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Temporary Rps / Re: Nick gets a call from Carson
« Last post by Seth on April 28, 2017, 05:52:02 pm »
bump (for timeline consistency)
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Temporary Rps / :: April 16 2017 :: Sydney, Nick, Carson, Sileena
« Last post by Seth on April 28, 2017, 05:45:52 pm »
Starring:
... I'll get to it...

______________________________________________________



Sydney Taylor Acostus
Mod Level 2– Wolf
DH|RPO - Room Staff
{-Sacred meeting ground for the Lukoi-}
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

- Soft chirps, sounds of critters scattered the forest floor, giving a wide birth to those in it of the predatory kind, a soft graze of sunlight kissed upon the naked flesh, the warmth of the breeze kissing in ways it felt like that of silken sheets. The body pressed up against her back, the strong arm draped over her waist made her feel safe. Her head was positioned on his arm, her blond tresses fanned out around them, breast on displayed while the rest of her had been somewhat covered by some form of Nick. The run last night had been well needed, something that brought out a pleasure in each one of them that seemed to sate their needs.

The final push of running through the woods, feeling the breeze through their fur, seeing the forest through their canine visions. To hunt and play had its purpose. The catch was far worth the reward. The Buck didn’t know what had hit it before the two were devouring for dinner their own treat. Racing each other to set the pace to push the breaker points through the forest with that of the Lupanar as their resting place. The Spirits had been given their just desserts, their treats among the rest. A good run of beast to fill the soul and even as they slept they had felt the guided protection of the forest around them.

Foot steps approached and the sleeping beauty was slowly stirring, not yet ready to open those green embers it would take, she curled closer to the form in which she was spooning her hair shifted and fell to semi cover herself, their clothes had been scattered not really made aware of where each article lay unless Nick had gathered them after the shift.



}. Nick Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2|Geri}-
Liberi Cruenti Lunae
DH:RPO - Room Staff
[WP Lupanar]
{-Sacred meeting ground for the Lukoi-}
says to :: [Sex & Candy ]::Sydne:

There was movement in his arms, the awareness of which being the first clue that his deep slumber was coming to an end. He wanted to resist it, but once you know that’s what you’re doing, then the battle is already lost. He stretched out his legs, giving a few satisfying pops as he let a long sigh escape - the breath whispering against your hair - before he tucked his knees again underneath yours and squeezed the girl in his arm tightly to his chest. Just a firm squeeze, then a release into that relaxed spoon.

Blonde hair played about his face as he gradually opened his eyes to the sunlight that was peeking through the treetops. There was more movement, not far from where you and he were laying, and realising that, his muscles tensed and he lifted his torso up, blinking his eyes as he took his surroundings in. He gave it a moment or two, then relaxed suddenly tight shoulders. No immediate threat.

A glance upwards at the sky, and the position of the sun in it, gave him a start. “Shit. There goes Sunday…” his throat, mouth, and lips were dry. He was surprised by his lack of hunger, but then it returned to him, the memory of the hunt. “Sydney…” he murmured, thinking it, and wondering who, if any, may have come across them out here whilst they slept off their run. He watched for movement in your expression, then let her gaze just drift along your form. “Time to wake up,” he mused, distracted.



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Novice-Level 1
DH|IR
says to Everyone:

It wasn’t the time for vampires and for that Carson was grateful. The kid was out so long as the sun was.
Life with Trevor as a roommate was interesting. And probably safe so long as the kid didn’t catch on that Carson was doing all he could to keep the young vampire from heading out alone. To keep tabs on him. To keep him safe. To keep others safe. It helped that Trevor believed half the city was out to kill him, that the powerful master vampires under the MOTC’s control were searching for him, and that Tyler was all on his trail.
Carson knew Tyler wasn’t in Orlando. But he kept that to himself.
When he stepped outside his apartment his landlord (and neighbor) greeted him, offered him half of a club sandwich. They’d been unbearably nice to Carson since the night he’d made the 911 call that saved their daughter’s life. But then, they didn’t know he’d almost eaten her. He hadn’t though. And back awhile ago, before her modeling began absorbing most of her time, she’d probably been the closest thing he had to a friend. Life was strange.
Carson declined the sandwich half, helped the other man with a broken front light - a task that was certainly aided by Carson’s 6’4” statue, jumped into his truck and headed toward a diner.



   
Sileena
DH|RPO Room Moderator
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to Everyone:

Her emerald eyes open. She checks the time.

Fourteen minutes.

She checks their vitals, checks the color of their skin, lays her palm flat on the bare chest of one, then the other, gauging temperature mainly. They’re dead. Poison. Pressure. They’re little more than putty.
She uses the laundry chute to get the bodies out, guiding them down when she has to. Her bones are hers to control. They pop. They shift. They bend. Her flesh, her skin, obeys her fully. And at the bottom she extends her neck to see out the end of the chute before she lets them drop into view. But no one’s around to see who shouldn’t. The driver does, but he’s paid to see. And to drive. Bodies go in the bag in the back of the SUV. The bag goes back in.
She taps on the window. The window goes down, the driver hands her a phone. Her hand is gloved, but she can dial. The SUV drives off.

RING RING CARSON



Carson Marrik
Wolf-Novice-Level 1
DH|IR
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to ~A Kiss That Says Goodby:

He was just pulling into his favorite diner when his ringer sounded. Carson saw the ID tied to the number Tyler had added to his phone, and he swallowed. It was just one word.

DETROIT

It was an immensely important word. The lycan felt his body react to what he felt, what he knew. Sweaty palms, a slight tremble in his hands. He covered his mouth with his hand briefly, swiping it down over his lips and bearded chin. His insides felt fluttery, his heart began to pound, the phone occupied his entire world. It was heavy when he picked it up, as if weighed down by the importance it carried, but it was the most welcome weight he’d known in months. Maybe years. He forced himself to be still, tried his best to be calm when he answered.
“Ye - ah - Yeah. It’s Carson. Carson Marrik.”
Sileena.” The voice on the other end was female. For whatever reason, Carson hadn’t expected that. “Time’s up on Tyler’s check in. Three passed. We move.”
“Yeah. Yeah he said you’d ah - get in touch if this sorta thing happened. I’ll reach out to Nick, like he said. We can talk at the pack house and see who else…”
No.” Her interruption was abrupt, her next words leaving no room for negotiation. “No pack house. No pack. One or two will help, few who can be trusted. More are risky. Somewhere private. Set it up. Send me one message: where and who. Do this. Do it well.
The line went dead. Carson stared at the phone for a long time before he became aware of the rest of the world again.
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Temporary Rps / :: April 04 2017 :: Robert & Nick
« Last post by Seth on April 28, 2017, 05:39:17 pm »
Starring:
... I'll fill this in soon enough...

_________________________________________________________


Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to
to Everyone:

Holy mother Mary…

Robert clicked. Clicked. Clicked. And with every click the image on the screen changed. His ideas on what people were capable of changed.
The crime scene photos were unreal; ‘nightmarish’ didn’t serve well enough to describe it. There weren’t words, or at least none that the Captain could conjure. What he saw felt wrong; as if the still images captured something human beings were spared over the course of evolution. As if each of them painted a picture that somehow served to convey visually what every human defense mechanism has worked so hard to instinctively repress. Before he even read any of the notes attached to the images, he was simply moving through them, and above all else… far more powerful than the long-held habits of seeking truth, motive, cause and effect in any puzzle brought about both by his training and the decades passed in the field, more than any of that… was the thought that he may now understand what could drive a man completely mad. The things a man might witness in this world and then just mentally lose it: and it would all be a mercy, the human mind granting reprieve in the same way the body would release enough chemicals to dull any pain even as a man was being eaten alive by a predator. Madness, like morphine, was a way to make the truly terrible things stop.
And he wondered, as he kept looking at the images that just didn’t end, wouldn’t end,what it meant that he didn’t feel mad. What does it mean when a human being can look at this and not tear himself to pieces? He looked. He kept looking. Clicking. And he hated himself for it.

Holy mother Mary…



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
[Other location in Orlando]
{-Is in another location in Orlando-}
says to
to Everyone:

A credit to Robert’s professionalism, he managed to read several notes across half a dozen photos before he reached forward and turned the computer monitor off. Just a black screen, but he stared at it for a minute. Two minutes? Doesn’t matter.

He was going to remain seated but his body needed to move. Sitting down was wrong.

He got up and walked to the window at the rear of his office, opened the blinds, looked out at the city, and experienced a sensation of vertigo at a level that was previously unknown to him. Yes, he was on one of the higher floors at the precinct but he’d never had a problem with heights. This wasn’t the height. It was the setting. It was the city. The same city where that could happen.
He looked back at the computer as if it was about to shoot at him. Take him hostage. Standing around was wrong.

And then Robert was walking to the door. He was grabbing his coat. He grabbed a bottle. He opened a door. And then he was walking. Hallway, offices, officers, everything was passing him by and it all felt… wrong.
It wasn’t until he was nearing the Pack House that Robert started to question why. 


}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-

DH:RPO - Room Staff

They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to Everyone: ::Present Day::

’Borrowed’ makes it sound as though Nick had stolen the sedan. It’s not like that, you’ll note there weren’t even any inverted commas. There were a number of vehicles owned by Carmine that were available for a variety of uses. Fancy vehicles, too, which was useful when it came to ferrying dignitaries from within the city, or from shifter groups outside of the city when they came to visit. The complex provided a venue for a variety of…possibilities. Tonight, this one was simply that Nick didn’t wish to advertise his leaving the club to those who might be watching from the outskirts. Unwanted attention had been dumped on him more times that was comfortable recently and it was pleasant to fly under the radar.

Despite being a bit low to the ground for his liking, it was a smooth drive that ultimately had him pulling up at the gates to the pack house. Another vehicle was already there outside the gates, and Angelo was busy turning them away, when Nick realized who it was.

Engine off, Nick got out of the Audi and rounded the front bumper to give you a questioning look through your windscreen. “Problem?” The question was aimed at the younger wolf, who was no stranger to gate duty, nor a pushover by any means. Angelo was likeable but wary by nature, it was only around Michelle that he’d ever seemed to completely relax…so it had been a while since Nick, or anyone, had seen that side of Angelo. He smirked and gave a shrug of his shoulders. ”Not mine anymore,” he stepped off, back towards the entrance to his hut, keeping an eye on Giles and Nick.

“Captain Giles,” he came around to the driver’s side window and leaned down, “Is there something I can do for you?” That seemed to be what Angelo was suggesting, anyway. He went with it. “Something that doesn’t involve you driving beyond these gates, preferably.” He could expand upon that, if pressed, but for now figured you’d follow.


Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
[WP House]
{-Is in the main Entrance of the Pack House-}
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

Upon first reaching the gates and beginning the chat with Angelo, Robert did all he could to communicate that he was here on personal business, not professional. That was important to him.
But it also meant the young wolf was easily able to deny access. No warrant, no pressing business, easy to say no access. No cops. No excuses.
But seeing as Robert had no intention of leaving without speaking to someone who had some real clout, it was timely that Nick arrived when he did. Though, really, it was inevitable that someone would have arrived. Robert would have been out there for awhile.

The captain met Nick’s eyes and the wolf would see something there that wasn’t all put-together. Something was broken. Something inside needed to be outside. And so the captain’s reply probably came with some foreshadowing.

“You can call me Robert.” He held up the bottle he’d laid in the passenger seat. “And inside or outside, you can help me start and finish a 750ml bottle of 12 year old whiskey.”


}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-

DH:RPO - Room Staff

They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.: “Nice to hear you didn’t start without me,” he mused, loud enough for Angelo’s benefit, the intention being to put the guy at ease. This was being dealt with. If you’d given Angelo the look you were giving Nick, then no wonder he’d been wary. Your car or your breath didn’t smell of liquor, but there was something off about you - not just your appearance - it was…and bear in mind this is coming from a lycan…it was as if your sweat was more acidic than usual, a bitter scent. Were you ill? Or was something really twisting you out of sorts?

There was a way to have those questions answered.

”Follow me, then. There’s somewhere we can go.”

You knew the place already, even. Had been there the night that Tyler had shown up to introduce himself to Nick. It was one hell of a first impression, and your reaction had been the most intriguing thing - though you doubtfully had meant it as such. Knowing Tyler as he did now, it was strange to think that those few short years ago, that name had been entirely new to him.

Night was setting in, it was nearly full dark when the two cars pulled up at the cabin. It was noticeably dark there, no lights from within. The audi chirped with a press of a button on the keys Nick held as he walked towards the front door, pausing only to ensure you were following. “Seeing as we’re drinking buddies now, Robert,” he began as you fell into step, and it was hard not to call you Captain. He had to fight that instinct towards formality. “Tell me, was it something you’ve done, something you didn’t do, or something somebody else did? ‘Cos you don’t look like you’re celebrating anything.”

It could be your birthday. Like…a really OLD birthday. He hoped it wasn’t. There was only so much pity.



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

Robert wasn’t following Nick long before he clued in to where they were going.

It made sense. The woodland cabin was out of the way so it would give them some privacy unless Nick was hiding another lady there.
But the place also bore its own share of bad mojo. The previous meeting here had been shadowed with baleful portents, and not all of them wholly the fault of the sudden and unexpected appearance of an uninvited Master of the City. Robert wasn’t too keen on some of what had gone down there before, but in the end that place being their destination seemed darkly fitting.
Robert wasn’t feeling any better now than he did then. But at least this time he’d brought along whiskey.

He followed Nick to the cabin’s front door. The wolf man’s question took a moment to reach Robert’s awareness - hanging in the air like the thick mist he felt surrounded them.

“I don’t want to be here. This city… it ain’t safe and it keeps… surprising me.” His voice was quiet, contemplative. He stayed with you as you opened the door, would follow you. “I hear of lawmen who don’t even carry guns. Hard to believe if you live in a different place. Like a different world. There’s the looters, the shooters, the runners, the dealers, and all that, crazy as it is if you’re on the right side, it makes sense in its own way. You can find it, deal with it, stop it, and stomp out the fire in it. The crimes I’ve seen though… it’s hard to measure. Some folk say it’s the reckoning for the shadows being let out of the dark, the devil we always knew was there but didn’t talk about, and now we give it a name, put a face to it, hell even call it neighbor. Some folks would say that, you know?”



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.:

You started talking as he opened the door, hit a couple of switches and woke the interior of the cabin up a bit. Leading you in, the place was unsurprisingly empty. Unsurprising to him, at least. Maybe you’d be surprised. Cerise had been here last time you had ‘visited’, and, y’know. People talk. They’d be well off the mark for now.

He’d been wearing a jacket, a fashionably worn-in black waist length that he slipped out of and set on the breakfast counter as he rounded it and reached some glasses down from a cupboard. “Ice?” He’d ask, grabbing some from the freezer compartment of the fridge if needs be. Besides that, he let you talk, eyes returning to you as frequently as circumstances would allow.

You were rambling. It was unusual, but then he had the last time you were here to compare it to. It was a strange thing, seeing as the rest of the time he knew you as the voice of calm, straight-talking, well-meaning, experience-wearing Police Captain that had more than earned the respect that so many afforded him, and yet twice now he’d seen something much more vulnerable in you. As though something really had shaken you to the core.

He preferred a hand for the bottle - unless you wanted to pour, that is. “This city, any city has never been safe. They’ve all got their dark alleys and undesirables. You get the dubious honour of being exposed to them more than most, but, c’mon, Robert. A Reckoning? Drink, breathe, then tell me what the hell is going on.”



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

Robert took a deep breath in of the outside air before he followed Nick in through the door, closing it behind . He’d take up any place the man assigned him, but he waved away the offer for ice.

When Nick spoke of the city he heard him out. He placed the bottle in reach and let Nick pour when he moved to do it. His eyes watched the bottle drain, the stream of liquid gold fall and gather in his glass in a swirling pool. Then, as the wolf poured his own, Robert found himself looking at Nick as he listened to the man’s pacifying lines and, for the first time questioned his age.

It had never occurred to Robert in quite the same way before. Perhaps he’d always seen age as something uniquely human, time having less power over werewolves and vampires alike. The age divisions of time afforded men some insight into one another, even at a glimpse, a clue to what someone might have experienced, a cue to the ideas and understandings someone might hold, an indication toward their values, morals and ethics. Robert suddenly felt ignorant toward the other man, felt a pressing need to know.

“It’s just something a man might say.” He raised the glass for a taste. “It’s not that I’m afraid. The day I took the first step to being a cop I knew then that you couldn’t walk that line without being willing to die. I did that back before the vampires did their thing, mind you, but even then I held on. I wanted to see things change, can’t be upset that they had, and I still believed a man can make a difference. Even against…” He glanced at you, finding words, “I dunno, things that ain’t human.” He took another mouthful of whiskey. “I think a younger version of myself thought it was just the next level of crime. In the same way you had the small time thieves, then the long-time looters, then the professionals that did that shit full scale and the organized crime. Next was the vampires and the shifters, and that level they could reach with doing real wrong. But I didn’t get it then. When I started getting it, tried to change the first time around, I was tried a traitor and lost my job. Last few years I got another go at it, and today it’s like… it’s like I learned I ain’t got it yet. I don’t understand as much as I might have thought I did. And now there is a knowledge that I am the front line for a lot of things I don’t understand. Now I know it’s not my life that’s at hazard. A man’s got to go blind in and he’s got to be ready to destroy his soul for reasons that make no sense to a person. And even more recently I’ve been thinking, what does it take in a man to say ‘yeah, ok, I want to be part of this world.’”

Another drink, a pause while his eyes sought to meet yours before he asked. “How long were you just human before you… turned to wolf? Did you know about all this, what the world was before you were in it?”



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.:

::Present Day::

It had been there from the very first moment he’d lain eyes on you in the car, outside the Pack House gates, that look that told him something was weighing heavily on you, dragging you down into the murky depths and, if you weren’t able to lighten that weight or spread it some, you were going to slip beneath the surface and sink, and be gone. How wonderful for him that he got to share the weight.

It had occurred to him on the drive over that, - this being the case - why him? Why would you go to Nick? Which was quickly followed by…Who else would you go to. You mix too long with the monsters, eventually they become the only ones who understand what you’re going through. It was, however, enlightening, although he didn’t entirely buy into the idea that you weren’t afraid.

“Your health and mine,” he gave a dry smile as he raised his glass and gave it a clink against yours. There were some interesting tidbits in your spiel. He didn’t know anything of this traitor-dom thing and losing your job in the past. Wondered what you meant by ‘tried to change’..? What, become a vampire? Little things he tucked away for later reference. He took a long drink, enjoyed the taste and the burn of the liquor. “That depends,” he was thinking as he spoke, which was occasionally dangerous (but better than not thinking at all) “you say, what kind of a man would want that? Some don’t have a choice, they’re thrust into it,” …he wasn’t directly referencing himself there, but what the fuck did he know of supernatural creatures before he’d become one? “others choose it willingly because there’s something they stand to gain, or they think they have nothing to lose.” He took another drink, considered his words this time.

“It’s all the same world - people are either blissfully unaware or just plain ignorant as to what’s going on, the sheer variety of horrors and delights that are there to be experienced and known. Question is,” he sniffed, “say, you know, you find out,” he leaned in, “why wouldn’t you want to learn more? What kind of man would purposefully choose fog, over clarity?”

He tried to turn it around, offer another perspective, but then gave a small shrug, and rounded the counter, headed into the lounge area of the cabin’s living space - which took him past you. “I was 24, and to answer your question, pretty oblivious. I’d seen plenty of grit, thrown plenty of punches, but not seen a lot of blood, not really.” He took a seat on one side of a small coffee table which had only a small ornate oil-burner in the centre, expecting you to sit opposite. “Europe’s different. Even now, it’s as if this whole vampire legality thing never happened, like it’s some crazy American idea that the rest of the world can roll it’s eyes at and let you all do your thing because, hey, America.”

We live in a strange world, Captain. You know that. Seen some terrible things, I’d wager. Probably worse than I’ve seen, but you have to remember, I’ve been part of this world for 15 years. That’s not a lifetime, no, but my part to play in it has been different than yours,” …and that was tactfully stated.



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to Everyone:

Robert listened, and though he didn’t share some of your opinions he was also keenly aware that he was no more in a position to be sure of his ideas than he believed you were. He didn’t respond to your question of who would choose fog after knowing, thinking instead that the choice and the better option depended entirely on what it was you’d come to know. What you had experienced. What choices you’d been given.
Thoughts on the topic became interest in getting some answers, and in asking build a place from which the two men could relate. He’d followed you part of the way to the lounge area, stopped just short of the table and leaned against a wall.

“You talked about ways someone might find out, about those who were forced into this. What did you choose? Did you turn willingly? Or were you more like that… ah…” took a moment to recall the name he’d been given, used the time to swallow more whiskey, “Carson. Cause what words I did get out of that guy, I know he didn’t have much choice in it. And I imagine the victims in those pictures I saw tonight, the crew, the ones that found it, they didn’t…” He caught himself, considered what talking about what he’d seen meant, what it might do to the both of them, and made the decision that Nick’s part to play didn’t have to be changed. It wasn’t Nick’s job to walk full-time through the city’s nightmares. After all, it had led Robert here and he was supposed to have been through the training, the field work, that enabled a man to keep down his dinner and keep a stable mind.

And yet here he was, somewhat unexpectedly, drinking away the memory and the doubts with a werewolf he really barely knew.
He looked back toward the door.

“Yeah… yeah it ain’t so bad.”



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.:

::Present Day::

There would always be differences of opinions between you and he, as much as there would be with most, but especially considering your position and considering his. Offered very different perspectives. When he'd referred to 15 years in this world, of course he had meant, exposed to the supernatural side of things. He was near 40 and looked barely 30, thanks to his nature. Speaking of his nature, that you asked how that had come to be shouldn't have been unexpected, but made him look at you funny, leaning back in his seat before inspecting what remained of the liquor in his glass. "I was head-hunted. They wanted me, so they bit me. Offered me a job, lifestyle and new family, or to stay where I was and deal with it my own way. Not much of a choice, but I'm glad I had it." He could have stayed, and maybe he would have found a way to cope with it back home, but maybe something horrible would have happened to his dad or sister. It didn't bear thinking about.

"I don't know what these pictures were, Robert, but that crew you mentioned, they, like you, made that choice when they took up that badge." He didn't add any thoughts on Carson. Like you, Carson and Nick had different perspectives on things. "Sometimes you have to just keep moving and hope the details all fall into place, hope it all makes some sort've sense along the way."

He stood and crossed to where you were, snagging the whiskey bottle as he traveled and topping you up when he got to you. "Not wanting to incriminate myself here, Captain, but I hope you're not thinking it's all been pretty girls and fancy cars. I can assure you, it has not. There have been some good times, though. They're the bits you hold tight to, if you're smart." Which made him give a small sigh, that turned into a smirk as he took another drink. Ah, to be smart.



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

“That’s what I’m saying. They didn’t know what the choice was, Nick. Those murdered men and women, they can’t make a sensible choice in a world that don’t make much sense. Even the shit that should come for granted, laws of physics, human psychology, biology, and just… and then there’s the children that had no idea what the world is, just starting learning what it might be, and to have it end like that… to have nothing left of you but that.”He choked, no words came after that. He raised the glass and drank heavily, rubbed the wet in his eyes and away from his cheek with his other hand.

He took a moment to stop the shaking, took another heavy drink. Another. Downed the whole thing. He turned the cup in his hand, looking at it as if it might be anything. Could become anything. As if the just thought it was a cup and maybe in reality it was some previously unknown monster just biding its time, shapeshifted to blend in, go unseen until it’s time to strike. And how might it do that? With tooth and claw, breathing fire, or something entirely new that he ain’t even seen or imagined before?

“The good times happen. They start, we’re in ‘em, they end and after what matters, is the steps we take to gain some understanding. Some control. Real or make believe, we just want some hope that we can do better, be better, make it better.”

Robert looked over at spaces the three men - Robert, Nick, and Tyler - had occupied during his last trip out here. “Tyler talked about our arrangement, last he was here. And he told the truth, we came to an agreement. I took the word of a man I know was the devil, could still be, and part of that was some insane rationale applied to an insane world in the hope of restoring some sanity. I think part of my reaction to his offering the same to you was driven by some doubt, some sanity that I had to believe could be injected into it all. I didn’t like the idea of it going any further than it had, the border between real and nightmare being extended on and on.”

He moved to occupy the same space he had before, glass in his hand still slowly turning, not drinking again just yet, even if you’d already refilled it.

“I’ll tell you what went down. How the man who was a monster I was hunting down became a man I needed to trust, cause really we’re already almost there. It ties in to all we’ve said tonight, one way or another. You care to hear that, Nick? Cause I’ll tell you, I’m ready to confess it. Get it off my chest. Say the words that were said, even just to see if it’s as crazy to you as it is to me, now.” He laughed, but rubbed at a wet eye as well. “It’s the good times, right? And the hope we need when nothing at all makes sense, so what’s a little more madness?”



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to Everyone:

There were a whole lot of things he could say, or questions he could ask. He almost wanted to see the pictures, or at least know what had caused this horrific scene, and whether or not they were still out there. There hadn't been any major incidents that he'd been privy to the knowledge of. It had spooked you though, taken you somewhere dark that you weren't sure you could get out of, by the looks of things. Maybe talking was helping. He let you talk.

You guided his thoughts back to the last time you were here, with Tyler, and he had to sift past the memories of your reaction - which was considerable - to what was actually spoken about. “Whatever had gone before, the Tyler I met that night, and have seen since, is an idealist. He has an ideal for this city, and maybe beyond, that makes sense to him, that he sees working - and working for everyone involved. Maybe he’ll succeed, maybe we’ll get there - but it’ll take time. There will be more innocents lost along the way, there will be more collateral. You and I just have to hope there’s enough good inside each of us, that can survive it.”

It sounded preachy, he wasn’t trying to be, his tone remained calm. You see, he was younger than you, and perhaps that made him naive (such had been said before), but there were truths he held to, believed firmly in. “Tell me. What made you give him your trust?”

Trust was a strange word in this context, felt strange on his tongue. He drank some more to take the feeling away.



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

Trust was a strange word to say, and a strange word to hear in this context, that was certain. Robert reached over for the bottle, filled his glass while he spoke. It was perhaps his first wholly active act since he’d arrived, but when he talked he still sounded as if the words were summoned forth from some far away place, a world apart, but at least there were signs he was trying to come back to this one.

“I’ll never trust that man, Nick. I’ve seen too many photos of his crime scenes, identified too many bodies, talked to too many witnesses, passed my condolences on to too many loved ones left behind. I don’t know if the idealist side is an act, or even if it’s new, but I know that his ‘ideal’ before don’t match up too well with what he says it is now. You should talk to Ryan about that, when the poor girl decides she’s had enough vacation away from the crazy going down here in Orlando.”

He’d finished pouring at half a glass, downed half of that now. His face was beginning to redden slightly, a light flush whether from heightened emotion, the booze, or both. The difference didn’t much matter anyway.

“You know, he first showed up uninvited to talk to me too, just like he did at your cabin door. I was overseeing a dozen cases, I remember two of ‘em I suspected were tied to him. One way or another, even if it was just cause vampires were involved, some vampires and people he’d run with, Tyler having his hands in it made sense. Kidnappings, drug trafficking, vampires front and center on ‘em. I ain’t in a place where I can tell you much on ‘em other than that, but believe you me, that vampire sure as was on the short list of prime suspects. Usual suspects.”

He drank, swirled the gold, set it down on the nearest surface and only to pick it up again. His thoughts went to the karaoke bar and he laughed, though Nick would probably think he was laughing at what he’d said. And in a way, he had. Usual suspect. And probably deserving it. Possibly.

“Yeah, trust isn’t something I’d risk with Tyler. But he can make a point.”



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.:

You drank deep, he didn't mind. You'd brought the whiskey, after all. It was a decent one, too. Nick was a bit more careful with his - not that the alcohol would bother him - but out of respect. Also, he hadn't seen what you had. He listened, chose not to respond to your Ryan comment. You had prompted his first meeting of Ms. Demonico. Small world.

"That he can," Nick nodded, watching you, distantly wondering if you'd be using the second bedroom this evening, or if he'd be driving you home. Thoughts registered, abandoned for the sake of better things. Yes, Tyler could make a point. “So what changed? Must’ve been quite an impressive uninvited visit.”



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

If Robert was regular Robert he would have picked up on Nick’s cues, the driven interest to hear the moral at the end of the story. Maybe it was the whiskey, maybe the company (any company, or Nick’s company? A good question). Or maybe it was just that Robert was heading somewhere with all this and he’d get there eventually. And, whether it be effective or not, the truth was all this, and what was to come, was important. It carried the clues to Robert’s doubts, the footprints along the path he’d taken to here, what was ahead and what, for so many reasons, was left behind. So yes, there was a faster way to get from point A to point B. But whatever the cause, and despite the clear goal, Robert found a lot of old memories returning as he thought of his evolving relationship with Tyler.

“Back in… oh… 2012 I believe… while I was looking into drug trafficking we’d connected to some vampire elites…” Another drink, running low now. “I witnessed a police officer carrying out vampire orders, making a drop, and all under the effects of vampire mind tricks. I can tell ya, it’s bothered me plenty thinking that maybe that’s it. That’s the reason. Maybe it’s not what I think, maybe he didn’t speak words that made a difference, and maybe my mind was made up not cause I saw some gain in it for me, but cause it was a win for him. That’s a thing to think now isn’t it? How much of your reasoning are for reasons beyond your control. All goes back to the what I was saying earlier, about an unreliable world. A little mad, a little out there, a lot of untrustworthy. A lot of things to make a man question his own mind. And I think a man would have to be more than a little crazy not to wonder why he says and does the things he does on the regular. Even the regular. If you’re not asking the questions, giving your skin a bit of a pinch every now and then, you may well just be dreaming.”

He had just mentioned the vampires, but a lot more than that could mess with a man’s mind, his memories. Robert recalled Sheridan Leigha Argeneau, the men who attacked them during a meeting at a Steak House, possibly over the knowledge she passed on to him that led to the uncovering of a mind-altering drug making rounds in the darker places of Orlando. She’d dropped a name too: Leonius Argenea. That man, and likely many more, were all tied to an illegal, entirely uncontrolled substance capable of making a regular, human woman believe she was some kind of blood-drinking automaton. And then, later on, a werewolf too - set out on a ravenous rampage in broad daylight. The mind could be shaped in many ways, not just words, not just magic, and not just narcotics.
Drugs. Kidnapping. Random attacks. Violence against werewolves, making other preternatural into victims, so much of it all came back to vampire involvement and then…

“Ok… Hell… I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you because I need to be able to trust you. I told you once before, I’m just human and I need your help. And not just to share a drink. Because I know I need allies, Nick. And not just human allies. Allies, and hell, I could use some reliable, capable friends. A set of ears who can hear me talk nonsense and help me pick something sensible out of it… so… pour us both a full one… I’ll recall it as best I can… and bear with me cause this was… what… late 2013, maybe early into 2014 at best. Years and drinks don’t help a man’s memory much…” He’d wait for you to begin pouring, and he’d start after you’d had your say, and even then only when the liquid gold was deep in both glasses.



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.:

It was an interesting way of looking at it, and he supposed it had crossed his mind before, but for the most part any thoughts Nick would have had regarding vampires and mind-control by vampires (serious thoughts, that is, and not just him and his mates chatting shit after a few drinks) would have come along after he'd become a lycanthrope, which gave him more resistance than a mortal would have. It bothered him though, as did the idea of vampires having beasts to call, especially wolves. There were benefits, he'd heard, but what if, as you say, it was forced upon you. What if you - literally - became some vampire's bitch? The distaste may have registered in his expression. He poured the liquor. "It's late, Robert. Don't sweat the details. Just give me what you know, what you can recall. You wanted someone to help you start and finish this bottle. That I can do." The glasses were filled, his hackles were raised. He didn't know why, but your lead up had him unsettled. There were moments in life that snuck up on you, then bam, world-view changed. He hoped you weren't about to spring one of those on him. His world-view was already a bit of a shambles.



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

:: Late 2013… possibly early 2014… Leave Robert alone, he’s drunk ::

“Coffee, Captain? Or are you a tea man?”

Robert swallowed, felt the dryness in his mouth and throat, thought of everything that had come before this night, and considered carefully how they’d ended up back at his house. Robert’s house! And with Tyler asking him about his caffeine preferences.
“What do you want?”

“I was going to go with coffee, but don’t let that dissuade you.”

“Don’t try to be funny, Tyler. I know who you are.”

“No… You know what I did.” Tyler was opening and closing the cupboards in Robert’s kitchen. Searching. Finally he found an airtight container marked COFFEE, pulled it down, set it down, closed the cupboard and began spooning whole beans into the grinder. Robert’s grinder.
“More specifically, you know a little of what I did in San Diego. And I’d wager even the reports you have on that are unfortunately skewed.” The grinder was on, luckily it was a quiet one cause Tyler never raised his voice when he continued, and Robert sure as shit wasn’t going to move any closer to him. “Ask Ryan Demonico, Lita Bourne, or anyone else who was there while I helped them save their city. They’ll help paint a better picture, though even they are using the wrong brushes.”

Robert’s reaction to that wasn’t disguised. The disbelief, tinged with disgust, showed in his body language and in his tone. “Saved the city? Maybe you don’t watch the news but San Diego burned to the ground.”

“The walls may have collapsed, the flags burned, but the people survived. Casualties, yes, but there are losses in every war. I recall some of the sorts who were fighting so that your kind wouldn’t have to.” Tyler grabbed two cups, held one up as if to offer it to Robert, but the cop just shook his head derisively. “They’re alive, Captain, and they’re in this city. Were it not for them the fires would have flared far beyond San Diego’s fallen walls, to lick its neighbors and eat its way even to Florida I don’t doubt.”

Robert’s reactions were past the point of incredulous. “So what? You killed people, lots of people, but since a bigger fish was brought to shore you think you’re a hero now?”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed, he gave a patronizing frown, scratched irritably at an eyebrow. “No. The idea is silly. I’m no hero, not in the traditional sense. Neither are you. We’ve all done things that don’t look too good when dragged into the light of day. I didn’t invite you to worry over what I’ve done, but I think you should take a little interest in what I’m doing.” The water was pouring through the coffee now, filling the room with a smooth scent.

Robert eyed the vampire.
“If that’s a confession you can come with me and we’ll get this on paper back at the office.”

“Oh, I confess. I confess that I’m the best chance you have right now in ensuring the fires that burned in San Diego don’t rise again here.”

“So you say the end justifies the means?”

“No, Captain. What I’m saying is that it hasn’t ended. It’s still happening. But now at least I can shape the means, decide how it plays out. I can hold the hounds at bay, and catch for you the foxes. All I need is their trail.” Tyler poured a coffee.



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.:

He listened, it seemed only proper, settling himself against the counter and occasionally swigging from his glass of whiskey as you related the conversation you'd had with Tyler that had made you think differently about him. There were things each of us had done that didn't look too good in the light of day, that much was certainly true, and drew his mind back to that revelation before about you having lost your job along the way, branded a traitor. This was all very close to home for you and he respected that.

It was good, in that way (and probably that way alone), that the cabin had been empty when we arrived. For Nick, that was not unexpected. The past few months it had probably been its most regular state. He could dwell on that, let it bother him. He chose not to. If he allowed that warmth of the whiskey to engulf him for a moment or two before the effect wasted away - losing its ground to his metabolism - maybe it would get under his skin. Miss them even more than he already did.

"So," he broke from his thoughts, they may have tangent but he'd still been listening. Enough to follow, and enough to know you'd gone quiet. "Had he any proof there was a threat of it happening all over again, here?"


Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

Robert drank. He was quiet for awhile, to the point Nick may have wondered if he’d heard his question. But eventually he replied.

“He had a lot of proof, Nick. Of his own crimes. He started telling me things about what he’d done in the past.” He drank. Sighed dejectedly. He was avoiding eye contact, but that had been the case throughout most of their meeting.

“At first it was the same as what we’d uncovered in all the scenes we’d found. Some we hadn’t linked to him though. And then he was connecting dots we hadn’t, talking about things that I believe no men of the law knew. He burned a man at a grill just to make a point. Killed a man to catch a flight across the Atlantic. Killed men who broke into a house, killed cops. Some good men, some bad. He told me how he’d found Nathan, rescued the kid, but left a whole lot of bodies behind them. He told me he blew up a casino. He told me he was among the men and women who set San Diego ablaze, he told me about a vampire named Primus. And yeah, he told me a lot of things that showed me it all led here. Just enough to know that, maybe. But the real kicker… and maybe this set me over at first. Maybe this next bit, it was what got me hearing all the rest that came before.”

Robert’s eyes closed, as if processing what he said even as he said it. The words carried weight, made all the heavier by all the signs that the fellow was falling. Numb. Like a man deep under water at night, unsure which way was up, but down there too long for it to matter anymore. It was clear Robert was right: what was coming was a turning point of some kind, even if Robert couldn’t say why. At least, not while the two men were so close to finishing the bottle.

“Tyler told me there’d be a time when it would all come out. The truth dragged into the light of day. And that when the time came he’d do it in front of every eye. He’d do it publicly. He’d confess in court. He’d allow himself to be tried for every crime he’d had a hand in, take the responsibility of guilt from every man and monster that served in the line of wrongs that led to him and ran off after him. He said he’d go willingly along with what we wanted, allow himself to be tried by human law, and by vampire law. And he said that with every action and word that he spoke, from that meeting on, he would do the same to every vampire that would call this city home. If they broke human law, they would be tried by human law. If anyone broke vampire law, they would be subject to the judgment and punishments of vampire law. He took that on. He’s taken that on…”

Robert looked at you now. Unbroken, unwavering gaze, as if the need for truth, trust, honesty, was able to overpower the drink and the drain.

“Hasn’t he?”



}. Nick "The Trick" Curtis .{
-{Alpha Wolf|Lvl 2}-
DH:RPO - Room Staff
They've all got their opinions but then what do they know
If you can't go back, where the hell do you go?
says to .No Rest For The Wicked.:

"It's what he wants. I know that much," Nick stepped away from the counter. Movement was good. He walked slowly back towards the chairs, hoping you'd follow. You looked like you could use a chair. They were comfy and inviting and...well I mentioned they were comfy, right? "I won't lie to you, Captain," not on this front, anyway, "My understanding of vampire law is limited, and Tyler maybe likes his own voice, but he's tight-lipped about those sort've things, unless it serves a purpose, telling people like me."

"Take a seat." It wasn't a question. He topped up the glasses, so that there was nothing left in the bottle. Neither of the glasses looked particularly full on doing so, more's the pity. "If he wants to martyr himself, that's his choice. I've helped secure misbehaving vampires for him, when I've been able. I know to an extent that he polices his kind. Shouldn't any Master of his, or her City?" He lifted his glass, swirled the contents, watching them as he did. "What ending are you hoping for? I get that feeling that any ending with him still living is a bad one, in your opinion?" Yes, living was debatable. Sue him. "But if not Tyler, then who? What?"



Robert Giles
Courage, Pride and Commitment
Human | Police Captain - Orlando Police Department
DH | RPO
says to ]..|Delusions of Grandeu:

It's what he wants. I know that much.
Then you had a leg up on Robert. He followed you to the chairs… possibly because that’s where the bottle went, and where the glasses got topped. He had decided he wouldn’t tell you about the crime scene set out in the images tonight. No point in sharing details on that one. Especially not now. But there was another. And some near sober part of Robert (a tiny one) could recognize this was where a lot of all the talk had been heading. In ways, it all could be seen as a lead up to this next revelation.
The limited, but unsightly knowledge of Tyler’s past. The desperation, or perhaps madness, of trying to ally with him. And now, the close by return that called it all into question.

“Nick… back in August I got a call. I made myself part of an investigation because it had all the scenes. There was a karaoke bar. It was massacre. A lot of victims, all dead. It was a vampire. It wasn’t just murder, it was theatrics. It was a show. A real song and dance. I was there in the middle of it and as I looked all around it was like… reading the seventh novel in a long series of books. That kind where you get used to the author, you can see where its all going, you read their themes, their style, their… art.” Robert downed all but a single mouthful of his remaining whiskey.

Robert’s voice was quiet, his eyes nearly closed, he was almost mumbling now, slumped forward in the comfy chair. But this had to be set free, had to be said, had to be heard, had to be you. >
“It was Tyler, Nick. I as looking at Tyler’s work. I knew it before he got there. And when he got there and I asked him, right to his face, I could see he knew and he wasn’t saying. He wasn’t confessing anything Nick. It didn’t serve him any good then. He couldn’t use it. When it mattered, when I… felt the truth, when he couldn’t pull any tricks. There was no… no grand benefactor behind the scenes. No truth in the light. Just blood in the dark. That’s all we get. All we can expect. And if he did what I saw tonight, then… Holy mother Mary… may God forgive us all….”

Robert’s voice trailed off as he drifted from wakefulness. His arm dropped, his grip slackened, the glass and the gold fell. Robert’s night was ended.
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Approved Vampire Character Sheets / Shulamit (Shula) Charra
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Av Tags: Burn for Me
Avatar Celebrities : Kate Mara/MariaAmanda/Lady Kat Eyes
Name: Shunlamit (Shula) Charra
Nickname: Firestarter
D.O.B: October 31, 1990
Age: 26
Species: Vampire (formerly superhuman pyrokinetic)
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115 lbs
Eye color: Brown/Red/Grey
Hair color: Red/White/Black
Nationality: American
Lineage: The Dragon
Level: Newly Turned - Novice 1

Spoken languages: English, French, Spanish, Russian, Polish, Gaelic, Welsh
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s) Piercing(s): She bears a single tattoo, on the inside of her upper arm, which is a permanent record of her acceptance into the Guild of Vampire Hunters. Because it was imprinted with ritual, it remained after her Turning. She bore fourteen scars on her left outer forearm, which designate each of her kills. She had scars on her torso, back, neck, and right arm, from vampire claw and bite marks, and burn scars on the outside of one leg, from acid thrown by a vampire's blood doll.

After her turning, she has ONE scar, on her shoulder, from the bite of the whip, Trinity, wielded by Sundrya. This, along with the Guild tattoo, are the only things to mar the pale new complexion.

D.O.T(Date of turning): 3/19/2017
Occupation(s): Vampire Hunter (before she was Turned)
Weapon(s) of choice: Silver-tipped, square-bolt crossbow; Silver cross stakes; sawed-off shotgun bearing colloidal-silver-filled pellet shot. Now that she has turned, she has not selected new weapons.

Abilitie(s):

Vampire Abilities:

* Novice Level 1: Speed/Strength/Senses
All Vampires, regardless of age get an increase in speed, strength , hearing, and sense of smell. How much of an increase depends on the individual vampire, but a general rule of thumb to go by is about 10 times human ability. Even a newly risen vampire could lift a car over their heads.

* Novice Level 1: Voice Control
Vampires, even the youngest can put their inner energy into their voice and can call and command humans and to a lesser extent non alpha lycanthropes. The degree of effectiveness is determined by the overall age and power of the vampire. An ancient vampire can suck a person in just by the power of their voice. Some vampires can even make the sound of their voice seem like a physical touch. Whether this is for pleasure or pain depends on the vampire and the situation. When used for commanding humans, its very difficult to resist obeying the vampire. The commands are generally of the nature of bringing the human to the vampire and using other abilites once the vampire is in reach.

Unique abilities (these are due to the demon having forced a Turn on a pyrokinetic)
* Appearance Changes -  Her appearance changes according to her moods, from the heated rage that has her hair glowing flaming red (Kate Mara - Infiernia State) to a ghostly pale (MariaAmanda - secretive or hiding - Lumieria State). Her normal appearance is a change from her mortal appearance, and seems to imply that the appearance that she had for most of her life was related to her spending most of her life in the Infiernia state as an active pyrokinetic. Her normal appearance as a vampire, when her pyrokinesis is repressed or she is emotionally stable is jet black hair and emerald eyes (LadyKatEyes - hunting). *Note: the Lumieria phase (the white one with blue flames) is a heat-less state. It doesn't burn that much extra power, and it is completely harmless -- just pretty to look at).

Pyrokinetic Abilities: (These are abilities that she was born with, and which are inherent in her genetics, and which remained after she was Turned, since they are part of her genetic makeup)

* Fire Immunity - Is immune to burning and immolation. As a vampire, is immune to damage by fire from all sources. She does not burn.

* Fire Aura - The ability to surround oneself in fire. This is NOT a shield -- it is just a manifestation of fire. In Shula, this manifestation can be evoked by strong emotions, and the aura will change color according to her mood or state (hunger, rage, fear, etc.)

* Pyrokinetic Flight - The ability to fly using fire. As a vampire, this state is only active in her 'Infierna' state (the redhead) -- she must be fully nourished, and angry enough to be able to raise sufficient fire to get her started OR she must be in a place that is burning heavily enough to 'launch' her. She will naturally rise off the ground, though, when her fire-state (Infierna) is evoked.

Pyro-related Weaknesses
* When Shula's Infieria powers flare (the burning, hot ones), it burns through food at an exorbitant rate. It's not like she can just go out for a hamburger, so if there is no ready food source, Shula will be weakened until she's able to feed again.

* Shula can be 'chilled' out of her Infiernia state -- fire extinguishers, ice water... anything that suddenly chills her body temperature will instantly quell the Infiernia state, at least temporarily.

*If quelling her fire-rage isn't enough to deal with the situation at hand, clocking her into unconsciousness will leave her completely unable to use her aura or anything else until she's both conscious and has fed.

Background:
Shulamit Charra (her name means 'flame') was born into the Vampire Hunter's Guild. She was born a pyrokinetic, with all of the challenges that brought her parents as she grew up and learned to control her powers.

Her mother and father were both members, as were her aunts and her uncle. She was raised in the Guild, trained in the Guild, killed her first vampire with her mother when she was thirteen, and watched her father, her aunts, and a half dozen cousins die in the service of the Guild. She is utterly remorseless. Of late, after the death of her mother at the hands of a vampire who easily passed as human, she's become a bit of a rogue, though her exploits haven't gotten back to the Guild as of yet. These days, if she even suspects that someone might be a vampire, she stalks them and, often, kills them without any definitive proof that they are, indeed, vampires. Too, she does not respect the authority of the MoTC of the cities... a vampire is a vampire is a vampire, and they all need to die.

When the Guild started working with the Vampire Council and Masters of the City, turning over policing of most routine vampire occurrences to the MoTCs, a group of the Hunter's Guild broke away, starting their own organization that retained the older concepts of the Vampire Hunter's Guild -- in particular, that the only good vampire was a dead vampire.

Trapped by one of the official Guild members one night, while preparing to invade Club Twisted, the known hang-out for the Orlando MoTC and her vampires, Shula chose to kill the man, rather than expose the rogue group to which she had given her loyalties. The demon, Sundrya, who had a hard-on for causing trouble for the MoTC, Enelya, coerced Shula into going with her, eventually going so far as to trip the girl and knock her out and just have her carried off. Sundrya's nefarious purpose came to its fore.

Sundrya had a 'kept pet' vampire, one of the few of The Dragon's line, that she had seduced. She encouraged the man to Turn Shula, and then rewarded him by killing him so that Shula would rise without her Maker's control. Sundrya taunted Shula into a blood lust, then used the demon whip Trinity on her to get her under enough control that Sundrya could drop the girl, unannounced, on Enelya's doorstep.
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