Scambo 04-19-2009 12:29 AM<br/>Ty stirred briefly under the stark white sheets before casting them aside entirely, seeing for the first time the harsh white pads and monitors that lead back to the machines stationed about the room. With a yawn, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and let them dangle there, content to stretch and think for a moment. There were somethings that didn't add up. While sure, he could've taken a rough beating and be too dangerous for general admittance, but the room he was in didn't look too secure. Other than the lack of windows that was. He could hear voices floating in from the other side of the door, but they were hushed and distant, lost in the steady hum of the monitors and the general disinterest by Ty. There was a sharp whine followed by a steady screech from his heart rate monitor as he accidentally pried one of the plugs off of his bare chest. With a grin, he laid back down in the bed and shut his eyes.<br/><br/>He heard the door snap open and admit the doctor from before, only flustered and acting quickly. When she neared him, Ty snapped up and shouted, causing her to yelp and jump back. He laughed before hopping up from the bed, grinning like an idiot until he realized that he was standing stark naked before the doctor. Sighing and giving himself a face palm, Tyson sagged back onto the bed and covered himself with the ever irritating sheets.<br/><br/>"Hey, when you get the chance, hows' about hooking me up with some boxers?" By the time he was summoned to the meeting, Tyson was clothed, groomed and curious. Hopefully the CO would be able to fill in the blanks about what had happened." He snapped a salute and seated himself in one of the available chairs. There was another man there, looking just as confused as himself as the CO went about debriefing them. As the folders were passed across the table, he almost hesitated to look at his own.<br/>What if....What if I don't like who I am? Ty dispelled the thought as he began leafing through the dossier.<br/><br/>Tyson Jackson. 28, 6"3, 245 lbs, blue eyes, black hair....Only son of Elizabeth and Ryan Jackson...Military family, with at least one male of each generation joining the Service....My dad was a Marine...Died overseas several years ago...I outta be sad but...Its hard to miss someone you can't remember...Six years with the marines before being recruited by the TFV where I qualified for augmentation...Although he recognized the pictures provided for his family and the rest of the information sounded true, there was an incessant nagging at the back of his mind, something warning him. About what, he had no idea, but about something for sure.<br/><br/>Barely fighting back a scowl, he pushed the file back into the center of the table. He was getting the feeling that it was going to be a loooong day...<br/><br/>Ladypuppet 04-29-2009 12:25 PM<br/>*Cutra looked at the wolf as he had picked her up. She squeaked in surprise, her gaze wandered over to Ethon whom was the other person that Bear was now holding. Cutra had a slight look of relief on her face, but her body still stayed tense. She was still in a great deal of pain, and being carried didnâ€™t help her much. Her body gave a shiver. At this point tears flowed down her eyes. Tears of hate of rage, she was so disappointed with herself, due to the fact she was unable to protect the other mages. Hell she couldnâ€™t even protect herself, she gave a faint hiss of her displeasure.*<br/><br/>*She felt her eyes droop down her body needed sleep but she couldnâ€™t go to sleep not now. No where was safe for her, or her kind? Dherris had falling to some bitch; she figured she would never see him again. But why did she think that she would ever be able to love. After all the pain and misery she had put everyone around her through. Why would the gods if there were any of those damnable creatures let her love. It was an emotion that she didnâ€™t deserve after all she had hated all life, and it had hated her.*<br/><br/>*She felt him move she closed her eyes her mind falling into a fitful sleep. One filled with demons, clawing at her body, ripping her mind and body apart. A soft groan erupted from her as questions swirled through out her head. The memories from her past flooding into her mind, her eyes twitched as if it looked like she was trying to look around her. Though she could not, it was like she had been put in a dream state. Soon she felt her body move waking her from her sleep; she coughed and looked up to him. They were still moving, she closed her eyes once more.*<br/><br/>*She soon felt them come to a complete stop she opened her eyes once more. She saw Bear hand Ethon to some of there clan, she figured they wouldnâ€™t take to her well, she said nothing though. She heard Bear ask her a question it took her a few minutes to reply, and frowned at his humor it didnâ€™t lift her sprits all that much.* â€œNo I have not.â€ * She stated bluntly as she wiggled down at his arms, though she nearly collapsed she griped his arm that wasnâ€™t her brightest idea but she leaned against him heavily. She looked down and away through out this place that these wolves called home. Other creatures she was unable to protect what had this world been coming to this worried her greatly as tears soon slipped down her cheeks as she cried silently, as she was unable to help them, she was the moros mage. Yet this entire people around her were dieing and there was nothing she could do about it this thought was extremely depressing to her.*<br/><br/>SeditiousAmbitions 05-17-2009 03:20 PM<br/>Malachi walked along the streets of the city as the deeper hours of night crept into session. The bar flies and deviants became more prevalent as his footfalls carried him closer to the realm of the Kindred. An unlucky neophyte tried to rob him of his vitae and found out very quickly that age accounts for more than just wisdom. The blood memories of the disgusting excuse for a vampire gave Malachi more than enough information to continue his search for the council.<br/><br/>A broken streetlight on the next corner gave Malachi a sense of dÃ©jÃ  vu. He was nearing the last leg of his journey. The neophyte had been privy to the location of not just a safe house but the headquarters of the cityâ€™s prince. Malachi was running over his plan of attack. The current prince would be fairly easy to sway into contentment given the state of things in the region. Once this was accomplished, Malachi would ascend to the position by draining the prince of every ounce of blood that he possessed. The thought brought a sardonic smile to his face. In truth, it was more of a masochistic sneer.<br/><br/>Malachi rounded the corner adorned by the broken lamp and continued on. He was merely a block and half away now. It was strange to him that he felt no presence on the street. There was no space vacated by the non-beating hearts between the mortals. This weighed heavier and heavier on his mind as he drew nearer to the target structure. Something had happened. Either the neophyte deceived him, which was impossible since blood doesnâ€™t lie, or an event scared the coven into moving its main office elsewhere.<br/><br/>Malachi stopped. The double doors to his right atop a graceful stoop signified that he had arrived. The doors were battered and falling off the hinges. Obviously, something terrible, yet possibly wonderful had happened. Malachi moved up the steps and into the building. No lights, no movement, noâ€¦ anything existed within these walls. There were strange marks and oddly placed blasts everywhere. A struggle took place here of large proportions.<br/><br/>Malachi moved around on the first floor then up to the second and found more of the same that the foyer offered. Room after room were destroyed, wrecked, and looted. He began to wonder what sorts of implications were hidden. The main room on the third floor was obviously the office of the prince. There was nothing left but some broken furniture crushed against the walls and a faint grey outline burnt into the floor. This is where Malachi placed his focus. The outline proved that the prince was dead but by what hand?<br/><br/>Malachi had years ago been allies with a pack of Garou and this did not strike him as that style of destruction. He had also known a few renegade mages throughout the years and as the memories became clearer and more abundant, the markings strewn throughout the townhouse began to trigger recognition. Mages obviously attacked the coven and from the evidence left behind; they were very successful. A rumble began low in Malachiâ€™s throat. How was he supposed to take over the city if the vampires are all dead or if the remaining ones are in hiding?<br/><br/>â€œFuck!â€<br/><br/>Malachi roared at the top of his lungs allowing the windows to shake and the dust to rise. His hands clenched to fists and a slight breeze blew around the Methuselah. He slowed his energies and calmed himself back down. He was back to square zero. He walked a few rooms over and sat on the partial remains of a very elegant sofa and leaned back into its burnt fabric. His mind began to run over a list of alternatives and secondary options that he had somewhat given a bit of preliminary thought to. Softly, he said aloud.<br/><br/>â€œThis city is mine.â€