Forgotten Wolf 09-08-2008 09:14 AM<br/>Cheiron Agent**************************<br/><br/>Jack didnâ€™t even make it across the empty lot before the sound of one person clapping in a slow manner would reach his ears. The Cheiron agent had easily followed him and emerged from the shadows so that Jack could see him. The agent actually looked like a normal mortal, both in his appearance and aura, wearing some jeans and some grubby old long sleeve shirt. His eyes by this point had turned back to their normal appearance and held steely blue color to them.<br/><br/>â€œI must say that was mildly impressive. The lab boys will definitely enjoy taking a closer look at you.â€ He slowly spoke with little emotion. The agent leans up against a wall and stare in a bored manner at his next possible paycheck. The mage could try and run but he knew that he wouldnâ€™t get very far since he could easily outrun most with some of the muscles and tendons that had been grafted into him. â€œSo do you want to do this the easy way or do I have to knock you out forcefully?â€ The agent almost challenged still looking mostly bored at the specimen before him. It was just another day at the officeâ€¦<br/><br/><br/>Brian*************************<br/><br/>It was dangerous for Brian to be in this section of the city without being hidden and if it wasnâ€™t for his companion at the moment he probably would have been killed by an overzealous vampire by this point. Brian glanced over at his friend in his green suit with almost flame red tie and started to wonder if he really should have come with Chris to talk with the Prince.<br/><br/>Christopher Rosetalon was the â€˜unofficialâ€™ prince of the Spring Court and officially he was the changelingsâ€™ main diplomat when dealing with other creatures and held a lot of sway with the mages and changelings. In his human appearance, Chris had dark brown hair with splotches and streaks of dark red going through it, unnaturally sharp green eyes that partially reminded one of as if a bird of prey was looking right at you, and as for overall looks he was only out done by a mage by the name of Dherris who actually had been kicked out of the city not long ago.<br/><br/>In his true appearance, Chrisâ€™ face becomes somewhat more angular and his ears take on the pointed elven quality. His hair turns out to not be hair at all but rather a mixture of brown feathers and rose petals. His hands take on the appearance of something in between a human hand and a bird of preyâ€™s talon. His clothes would even change in this instance from a green suit and red tie to a suit of emerald armor carved to appear as if made entirely of leaves with a phoenix feather tabard.<br/><br/>As they finally walked up to the entrance to vampiresâ€™ Elysium/nest or whatever they called it, Chris step in front of Brian and walked up to the guard. â€œWeâ€™re here to see the Prince regarding urgent matters having to do with the humans recent interest in our existenceâ€¦â€ He noticed the guard eyeing Brian warily. â€œHeâ€™s under my protection for the moment. Now are we allowed an audience or do I need to keep coming back every night?â€<br/><br/>Aviose 09-08-2008 10:02 AM<br/>The two vampiric guards wore a scowl upon their faces as they measured Brian up, but they knew better than to attack someone under Chris's protection. The smaller one slipped inside, leaving the visitors alone with the guard. One could tell the larger guard wished to ask his own questions, but he wasn't high enough rank to know.<br/><br/>"A werewolf here!?" Aviose spat, glaring at the small guard who interrupted him. He was about to eat his meal when the guard burst in, without knocking, and totally disregarding proper procedure. "Come with me." Aviose told the guard, before standing up and leading the confused guard into a side room hidden by a large mural. Once the guard entered, Aviose instructed him to wait as he slipped back into the dining room. Flipping a switch next to the door, he could only imagine the surprise on the guards face as the UV lights activated and turned him into dust. Summoning another servant, he instructed him on what to do concerning the visitor.<br/><br/>Back down at the entrance, the guard kept his tongue silent, but his hateful gaze never left Brian, hoping that his stare would scare the lycanthrope. It was then that the servant appeared outside the door and addressed Brian and Chris, and unlike the guard his gaze held no hate.<br/><br/>"Prince Aviose does wish to meet with you, but not at this present time. He requests that you return tomorrow night, and he would be most pleased if you could return with the leaders of all the packs. After all, this does concern us all."<br/><br/>Scambo 09-08-2008 08:24 PM<br/>Jack froze, the strangers words washing over him punctuated by the slow mocking claps. The lot was deserted except for the two of them, framed on one side by a tall wall, the other was blocked by a high-rise, and that left the way he had come which was blocked off by his strange pursuer. A single street lamp illuminated the empty space as best it could. He had mentioned studying him? Whatever he was talking about, Jack decided that he couldn't mean well for him. Keeping his eye on the stranger, he slowly approached the other, moving slowly making sure to appear non-threatening. Several rotes called themselves to mind, but he dismissed them; if the stranger knew that he was a mage, then chances were he had some form of defense from magic. He waited until they were no more than ten feet apart before he unleashed his spell. The whiplash of Force blew the bulbs in the lights out, leaving them in darkness. Before the stranger could react, he made a wall of Force and shoved it forward, not knowing if it struck or not. He was running, bounding from street to street in frantic flight, finally he rounded a corner and lunged upward with a blast of Force. Running across the roof-tops, he soon found himself nearing his home. After a brief consideration, he stopped in momentarily to grab several supplies before setting out. Chances were that whoever had tracked him had sufficient contacts within the supernatural community to do so again. He needed to find refuge with the other supernaturals but his choices were few. The vampires would take him as a snack and be done with the matter entirely. The werewolves on the other hand, might listen to him before ripping him limb from limb. Well, it depended on the pack. The City Lords were out; he had done one too many private investigations for them to be on good terms with him. That more or less left the Roses, and they weren't exactly fond of mages intruding on their forest. Hopefully, Shey wouldn't remember the little.....mishap...the Roses had with himself a while back. Hopefully.<br/><br/>braioch8201 09-08-2008 10:00 PM<br/>Memnoch stood, the cool breeze whipping around him in a frenzy. The blood of his last kill, a pathetic newborn, coarsed through him, while the body lay crumpled and shriveled at his feet. He stared down at the city sprawled out in front of him. Lights lay dancing all around the expanse of the cityscape. The skyscraper he stood upon stood speckled by a few mortals who stayed up late doing their inane works.<br/><br/>The semiautomatics he kept with him lay against his side, the Uzi's pressed against his side. His small blades, throwing, hand, and other varieties lay hidden and strapped against his chest in a line. Two more short swords hung from his waist while his favorite, two katana's fell against his back. The comfort of the weapons was immeasurable, the need to kill pumped through him, blazing through him, emblazoning his body.<br/><br/>His glance shot down to the teeming sidewalk below him. Without hesistation he leapt over the edge. Face down he shot down towards the sidewalk, the wind howling around him as he plummeted to the ground. In a split second he had twisted himself mid-air and landed on the concrete with ease. Onlookers only noticed the good and odd looking stranger suddenly appear on the sidewalk.<br/><br/>With a turn, his coat swirling around him he disappeared into the crowd. The unease of the people around him caused by his appearance was sedated by the influence that radiated from him. Now people seemed drawn to this tan but radiating stranger, more than once he gained an approving glance from both genders. He smiled to himself as he moved with supreme ease through the throng of people.<br/><br/>He walked further, the city melting into one blurred image to him. His mind and eyes constantly sweeping the melding of images, always searching, always calmly. Within moments he was aware of three who followed close behind him. He had noticed the moment they had paid far too much attention to him when they had spotted him within the crowd. It took only a rapid appraisal for him to know who they were, WHAT they were. Were was going to be a key word within minutes.<br/><br/>Lycans, always ready to fight, never to calculate<br/><br/>He continued his stride, never breaking step. He allowed them to cover the distance that had stretched between them and himself. He could sense their eagerness, their bloodlust.<br/><br/>Silly young ones. So full of the need to kill, no the need to dominate. What a shame, with time it could be shaped to form them into efficient killing machines, instead their mindless beasts. Shame, but nonetheless a sufficient fight for a night such as this.<br/><br/>They had entered a plaza, the night's lighting cascading over the almost vacant lot. As soon as he had reached the center of the plaza, he heard their footfall reach a frenzied pace.<br/><br/>Memnoch spun around in an instant to face them, no talking, just the way he loved it. He grabbed the one who had rushed at him by the arm, jammed his shoulder into the Lycan brutes elbow, shattering it. The "man" howled in agony then cut off short as a small blade was embedded into his throat and dragged all the way across to the neck, severing the spine.<br/><br/>The other two began their transformation, but before the one on the left could finish. A flurry of bullets ripped into his body, tore him loose from his transformation as a short blade is jammed into his gut and wretched upwards through the man's chest, throat and face. Gore spilled across the concrete and Memnoch himself as he twisted with rapid efficiency.<br/><br/>His katana's were out in a flash and brought to the man's throat in a cross formation, the lycan half through the transformation. Memnoch's eyes glinted as his lips curled upwards coldly. With a jerk of his arms, the man's head and body fell to the ground.<br/><br/>Memnoch turned and cleaned his blades on the clothes of the men around him. He smiled to himself and strode off, his blood pumping easier through him, his mind at ease. He had killed, he was calm. He sat at a nearby corner, upon a bench, smiling up at the smog covered moon. He knew more nights like this would happen, the city was growing in tension, more death would be called for, and over the millenia he had existed his name had become well known and his skill called for repeatedly. He sighed contenedly to himself as he leaned back and relaxed for a moment.